midnight ten

Demus was still standing in front of the non-insignia camp, obviously preparing to carry on the joyful journey of "conventional fear" to the end.

But after such a long time, there was no formation to speak of in the camp, and those who had chatted with each other crowded together, making him look like a mess.

Demos never wronged himself, so he raised his hand and pointed diagonally behind the non-badge camp: "I'll go over there when you're done chatting." Then he looked at the badge camp that was also in a mess, "You too .”

The passers-by from the two camps looked at each other without saying much, those who should stand out went out, and those who should stay where they were should stay.

For Demos' arrogance, they no longer had the intense sense of resistance at first.

the reason is simple.

You can't beat them.

In this unreasonable place, strength is the right to speak. If you have no strength, you still insist on getting angry, and the result is a ridiculous "incompetent rage".

The ten passers who retreated silently to the rear regrouped into the third camp.Some stood up and raised their heads, some still closed their eyes, some were curious about the next "secret of fear", and some cast worried glances at the remaining passers-by; They all had the same thought——

They won't be trampled on forever.

If the second-level stationery tree is not enough, then upgrade to the third level, if the third level is not enough, then upgrade to the fourth level... One day, they will use their own strength to regain their dignity.

Of course, there are also individual passers-by who don't like to "sit hard and taste courage".

For example, Mr. Fan.

Under Tang Lin's slightly frowning brows, he was reluctant to come out. After standing still in the third camp, he looked directly at Demos, his face was full of "displeasure". If bamboo was here at this time, he would definitely help My boss held up a small sign saying "Demos, come here".

Demus didn't notice the line of sight behind him, and he focused all his energy on the person he hadn't talked to in front of him.

As soon as the chat was over, the view was clear.

There are only two people left in front of him, Whole Wheat and Fifty Cent.There are three badge camps left, but he doesn't want to deal with it for the time being.

"You decide for yourself," Demos rarely gave the passer the right to choose, "Who will come first?"

Whole Wheat and Fifty Fen looked at each other.

The corner of Demos's mouth curled up slightly: "I forgot to say, I passed ten by accident, the number is a bit too much, so I will be 'difficult to talk' like never before. If any of you are not ready, But don't worry."

whole wheat:"……"

Fifty-five points: "..."

All passers-by: "..."

These words are simply to pick things up.

The sudden "I'm going to have a hard time chatting" came out, obviously because they wanted Quanmai and Wuwufen to push each other out first.

But Demus may have forgotten one thing——

"Hey," the monk who had already cleared the level gave the gatekeeper in front of him a disdainful sneer, "Stop provoking it, it's useless, they organized it together, you didn't collect information beforehand..."

"You go." Quanmai's short and powerful voice interrupted his teammates.

Then it was fifty-five points: "Why? You go."

The face of the whole wheat complexion is full of rejection: "You are more handsome than me."

Every slightly curly hair of Wuwufen is protesting: "You are physically stronger than me."

Whole Wheat: "You can chat."

Fifty-five points: "You are more cheerful."

Monk: "...Can't you two cooperate with me and pretend to be a brotherly brother for a few minutes first!"

Quanmai and [-]fen finally turned around and looked at their teammates in unison: "Can you chat for us again?"

Monk: "Go away."

All passers-by: "..."

Not a family, do not enter the door.

Demus: "..."

He does have the malice of provoking, but the greatest joy of provoking is when both parties "understand" that they don't want to go out to die, but they can't say it clearly, so they have to detour you and let me, and when I let you, he will go out again. Jump out and puncture this hypocritical show.

Now, his joy was robbed.

The two donuts finally decided the order of appearance by "throwing a dagger".

The dagger fell to the ground, pointing at five or five points.

By the way, the dagger almost pierced Deimos on the way down.

Demos doesn't want to pursue this kind of episode anymore.

Ever since he realized that Whole Wheat, Fifty Five, and the bald man who was absolutely single for life belonged to the same organization, his "tolerance" for these two people involuntarily increased.

With Demos standing still in front of the five-five points.

For the first time, the gazes of all passers-by focused on this melancholy young man with curly hair.

Five-five points is not a person with a high sense of presence.

Especially when you are with Donut teammates, it is easier to get overwhelmed.He is neither as lively and dazzling as Guan Lan, nor as fatal as Leon, he is not as bluffing as a monk, nor as smart as Tanhua, even the same low-key Quanmai has a striking wheat-colored skin, which is five to five points There are no signs.

Even the slightly curly hair is not the kind of exaggerated natural curl, especially now that the hair is a little long, at first glance it looks like ordinary half-length hair, but you have to look carefully to see some texture.

But it was such a person, when the passers-by really focused their attention on it, they realized that Whole Wheat hadn’t lied just now, and the [-]-[-] score was really “good-looking”.

It's not the kind of ostentatious, eye-catching handsome, but [-] points is another kind of introverted temperament that becomes more flavorful the more you look at it.

When he was in the dungeon, Tang Lin's impression of this man was only two words - moderate, melancholy.

Only now did he understand that this kind of melancholy did not really come from his five-fifth personality, but from his facial features. The eyebrows were filled with melancholy, and the bridge of the nose was erected just right. When he frowned a little, his eyes looked particularly deep, unruly and unruly. passionate.

This is a face photographers will love.

But Demos obviously didn't care about the skins of the passers-by. After standing face to face, the first question he asked was: "What are you afraid of?"

Wuwufen took half a step back, sincerely: "I'm afraid you're too close to me."

Demus: "..."

Everyone: "..."

In the frozen air, I suddenly realized: "Ah, you asked about 'fear', let me think about it..."

Demus: "..."

The other passers-by lowered their heads, turned their eyes away, and tried not to meet the eyes of the passerby, so as not to be troubled by the melancholy donuts.

"To be honest, I'm afraid too much." Fifty-five lifted his bangs, his eyes were deep, and his tone was sincere, "I'm afraid of dying here, afraid of losing my family, afraid of people who like me being disappointed, and people who hate me." People like to run wild, I'm still afraid of being fat, but I also like to eat... Sometimes I think, life is made up of countless fears, don't you think?"

Demos was expressionless: "Shut up, don't move, and look at me."

Fifty-fifths obediently do as they say, but use raised eyebrows instead of questioning for continuation.

Demus pretended not to see it at all, and looked directly into the depths of his eyes.

He was stunned for five or five minutes, and his expression gradually became blank.

The temple fell silent.

This is the fastest time for Demos to enter the "snooping" state in the last few conversations.

All passers-by understand.

After all, I wanted to pave the way for a few sentences to create a terrifying atmosphere before the war, but you pulled me to talk about life with all my heart and soul, and no one could continue the chat.

It's just that I don't know what is the deepest fear in this literary and melancholy five-fifth?

Demos found the abyss of fifty-five points.

This is an unusual abyss of fear, neither big nor small, neither deep nor shallow, and even the monsters piled in the abyss are nothing special.

Such an abyss was not attractive to Deimos, he jumped into it, ready to slide to the bottom, and went directly to the bottom monster.

As a result, as soon as it slid down a little, it was stopped by a monster.

No, it couldn't be called blocking, it was a monster that was eager to climb up and hit him directly.

The moment he touched it, the environment around Demus changed completely.

He frowned in annoyance, these "fears" that met him would unfold automatically, even if he didn't want to look at them.

The abyss full of monsters disappeared, and what appeared in front of his eyes was a huge screen, as tall as a person and extremely bright. When it first appeared, he thought he was under some kind of photoelectric attack, so he jumped back and jumped away from the screen in an instant. Far.

It was only when he was far away that he could see the whole picture of the screen clearly.

is a mobile phone.

Although the size is amazing, it is indeed a mobile phone that is constantly refreshing information.

Rows of text, swiping upwards on the screen of the phone like flowing water——

[Who is this person? 】

【do not know. 】

[72-line young actor. 】

[Hahahaha, xswl, this has reached the borderline. 】

[Why do I feel that he has moved his face? 】

[It must have moved. 】

[It's still so ugly after moving. 】

[Fans think he is a melancholy prince [smile] [smile]]

[It's already 72 lines and still have fans?Fan he dies playing tricks?Powder him to pierce the center of the earth? 】

【Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha】

【…】

The information was read too quickly, except for the first paragraph, Demos didn't read the whole thing, but no matter which sentence he saw, it was basically slander, sarcasm, and yin and yang.

Although he can't understand some nouns and abbreviations, visually, they don't have a positive meaning.

At this point, the attribute of this fear is obvious-negative evaluation.

This is a fear that arises in the abyss of many people.Worried about being hated, so in the fear, these "hate" will appear one by one.

However, in the fear of other passers-by, real people jump out to evaluate, there are relatives, friends, bosses, colleagues, etc., who use the "mobile phone" to review the evaluation, and the five or five points are the first.

Moreover, his "number of negative comments" is much more than others. Others have dozens of comments at most, and some have only a few comments.

After finally jumping out of the fear of negative comments and returning to the abyss, Demos slid down more carefully, but those monsters seemed to be targeting him, and they jumped on him one by one.

Demos has never encountered such an abyss of "enthusiasm", and the result is that the fear of being forced to browse almost forms a complete career line——

Negative evaluation fear.

The acting skills are terrified.

The brokerage company is afraid of terminating the contract (don't want you anymore).

The brokerage company is not afraid of termination (not letting you go).

Love exposes fear.

Fans turned black and fearful.

Fear of declining popularity.

The face is old and fearful.

Refuse to have plastic surgery and be feared by the company...

When he jumped out of the last fear, Demos had a headache and wanted to kill.

Fortunately, to the bottom of the abyss.

A colorful plasticine-like monster is entrenched here. Its body is a pool with many tentacles. The tentacles can flow on the ground, like colorful streams.

Demos rubbed the center of his brows, pulled himself together, and stepped into the stream.

The abyss disappeared, replaced by the bleak autumn wind, deserted street corners, and fifty-five minutes walking alone.

Demos' eyes lit up, and the gloom in his expression was swept away.

It is rare to meet the Terror himself in the Abyss.

Stepping forward to catch up with Wuwufen, Demos patted him on the shoulder directly from behind.

He stopped at five or five minutes, and turned around in a daze: "You are?"

The Fearful was polite, but Deimos had no habit of being polite, and asked bluntly, "What are you doing here?"

He didn't see what fear it was.

The more you can't see it, the more eager you are to know.

And here, the fearful will not lie.

"They forgot about me." After watching Demos quietly for a long time, he sighed.

Demus waited patiently for a long time, but didn't understand: "Who? Who forgot you?"

Fifty-five points: "Fans."

Demus: "..."

Wuwufen's voice became more and more sad: "I'm too angry."

Demos took a deep breath and calmly reminded: "You are just a 72-line actor."

"Yeah, I used to be wired too," Wu Wufen raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes dim, "but now, there is no such person."

Demus: "..."

The entertainment industry is really an industry with huge psychological pressure.

The author has something to say: touch the little actor on line 72 for five to five points, you can’t blame the friends in the level for not recognizing you, your line is too far behind~~2333