The Game Show of Death: Demons of Reason

"Is this for me?"

Anya nodded, raised her arms, and handed Song He a painting.

There are blue sky, white clouds and endless grass in the painting. The teacher leads a group of children to play games, and all of them have the same smile on their faces.Song He pointed at the painting: "So... this one is me, which one are you?"

Anya lowered her head and shyly poked the paper with her finger: "This one."

"It's the one closest to me." Song He looked over: "You drew us holding hands, Anya, do you like me?"

"I like it!" Anya said loudly, smiling innocently.

"Thank you." Song He squatted down, his gaze became heavy, and he put his arm around Anya's shoulder.

"I like you too."

[Please turn——]

"Wait!" Mick yelled.

He didn't make up his mind for too long, one chip was automatically deducted, and the director began to call the scene, forcing the game to continue.It is only an expedient measure for him to stop now, because he cannot make any decisions at all.Wei Zi falsely loses, and he becomes a murderer.If Wei Zixu wins, he will inevitably repeat this process until Nian Wei dies or he swallows the knife.

In fact, there is no need for him and Wei Zixu to be tit-for-tat, it is nothing more than the difference between the first and the second. He did not see from Wei Zixu the backbone that he must win.Maybe he was thinking too much, a good-looking guy like Wei Zixu, who is used to living a life full of stars, now has a sudden misfortune, his brain is burnt out, and he just wants to drag one person into the water to find a balance, how could he? What kind of conspiracy is out of ten, it is a vase.

But if you can't make a decision, you have to make it. After the director's report is over, everything will be settled.

"I won't bet anymore." Mick dragged his voice, and from the corner of his eye, he noticed that Nian Wei was looking at him.The psychiatrist's face was covered with blood, but there was no fear on his expression, only curiosity.

What's the matter with these two people, one is a vase, and the other is weak, even Mick is worried about the future of the "Devil" team.

Mick continued: "I admit defeat. Game over."

[Mick admits defeat and is out. 】

[The "King of Thousand Kings" winner Wei Zixu, the game is over. 】

"Thank you." Nian Weiji blinked his right eye at him, "You are such a good person."

Mick accepted a good person card for nothing, but didn't feel the slightest bit of gratitude at the end of the year.

The lifting plate returned to its position, and the mechanical arm protruding from the back of the chair was also retracted. Wei Zixu spat out a mouthful of blood, and the bloody blade was shocking on the silver-white table.Years of blood has dried up on the face, and every time I blink, it always sticks together, but the buckles have not suffered any damage, and they are still a good pair of shiny buckles.

After the game ended, the lights in the secret room dimmed, the team logos of all teams glowed pure white, and the score table began to jump.

[The current ranking is as follows: "Devil" team first, 5 points. The "Godisnoone" team came second with 4 points. "Beauty and the Beast" team third, 3 points. The "middle-aged and elderly" team is fourth, with 2 points. Team "Marguerite" is fifth with 1 point. The "Jinjue" team was sixth with 0 points. 】

[The team with the lowest points is the "Jinjue" team. 】

[When there are more than one team member, the member with the lowest personal score will be eliminated.If other members are voluntarily eliminated, all members need to input fingerprints for confirmation before it will take effect. 】

["Jinjue" team please confirm: Has anyone been eliminated voluntarily? 】

Silent.

[Confirmation completed.Song He had the lowest score and was eliminated. 】

"Huh...huh..." Song He panted heavily, scanning the room vigilantly. Director only said that one person would be eliminated, but none of them knew what "elimination" meant.The surrounding scenery gradually became higher. Song He looked down and saw that the one-square-meter floor under his chair had collapsed and was slowly sinking into the ground.

"What? Where are you going to get me?" Song He's lower body sank below the ground, he struggled to stand up, but the metal ring bound him tightly, his body was motionless, and he just looked up with his neck funny.The passage was narrow, and his cries were repeatedly superimposed on the inner wall, making his ears hurt from the shock.When he disappeared from the ground, the floor closed, and the last ray of light was blocked.

[Ladies and gentlemen, you have been waiting for a long time! 】

After Song He left, the director spoke again, sounding a little excited.

[Welcome to watch DEATHTHEATER, everyone will have an excellent viewing experience, please sit in the auditorium! 】

[You have 5 minutes to choose your favorite location. 】

[If the choice is difficult, I will help you choose it—but it may be a little painful. 】

Following the director's instructions, the glass wall in the secret room made a sound and went up to the dome.Nian Weiji felt his whole body loosen, and all the metal rings were opened, but he couldn't care about himself, and his attention was all on the auditorium behind the glass wall.In his eyes, the lights of the auditorium lit up in circles, gathering towards the center.The auditorium is divided into three areas, separated by two aisles, and the deep red carpet is spread all the way to the bottom of the stage.The walls and ceiling are designed with waves to absorb echoes and create better acoustics.And the stage in the middle, three meters above the ground, is a silver-white column without a single gap.The spotlights were turned on, and the opening song played on the stereo, which was lively and cheerful.

If this kind of ostentation was always in the theater, he would have skipped work to go to the play at the end of the year.

"Hey."

Nian Wei was called back to his senses, turned his head, and Wei Zixu was standing beside him: "If you don't click to choose, it will be too late."

"Oh, that's right." Nian Wei hastily stood up, "We can't let the good position be taken away by others."

He got up together, the white coat hung down, and the blood stains formed a straight line intermittently, which was very eye-catching.Wei Zixu narrowed his eyes and looked at him: "Injured?"

"Huh?" Nian Weiji wiped his face, blushed with one hand, and immediately wailed: "Oh, it's okay if you didn't say it, but it hurts when you said it, is there a Band-Aid?" But Wei Zixu just said Bet on his life, now he is concerned about his injury.At the end of the year, he sighed in his heart, Wei Zixu is really rough and fine.

At the end of the year, Wei Zixu couldn't tell how much pain he had, so he could only endure the severe pain in his mouth and comfort him: "Be patient first."

"Oh." Nian Weiji looked at his teammate who was worse than him, and asked with a frown, "Are you okay? You're vomiting blood."

Wei Zixu pulled out a smile, the corners of his blood-stained mouth leaked slightly: "You know, don't talk to me."

The seats in the auditorium are leather sofas, and when the new year is over, they let out a sigh because of the comfort.

He chose the position in the third row in the center, where he could have a panoramic view of the entire countertop.Wei Zixu was separated from him by an aisle, while the others sat sparsely in the back row, not wanting to get too close to the stage.The sound of the music diminished, and the dark red curtain slowly opened. Nian Wei had already habitually grabbed popcorn to eat. When he saw Song He appearing on the stage, his hand stopped in mid-air.

Song He leaned against a whiteboard, held a pointer in his hand, and stood gracefully on the podium.There are several rows of desks in front of him, very low, like the size for children.The right side of the classroom is close to the corridor, there are shadows of people outside the door, and the laughter of children can be heard.On the left is close to the outer wall of the teaching building. Outside the window is a sea of ​​trees, and the falling leaves are like green snow.Eight cameras are installed on the top of the stage, projecting from different angles, making the stage scenery so realistic that it is even hard to tell which ones are props and which ones are images.

Compared with the bright and clean classroom environment, Song He's expression was much more unnatural. His head was sweating profusely and his jaw was shaking.Because he didn't stand on the podium voluntarily, his limbs and torso were nailed to the surface of the prop, in the pose he presents.

"teacher?"

Hearing the sound, Song He opened his eyes wide and looked out the door: "An Ya, is that you?"

"It's me." The door opened, and the little girl was wearing a school uniform, with a red scarf tied under her collar, and two ponytails tied up high.

"Teacher, haven't you left yet? I have something to give you." Anya said with a smile, bouncing towards Song He.

Is she a projection too?At the end of the year, An Ya walked in a natural manner, with footsteps and shadows.And looking at Song He's reaction, there was no difference from him being so close, it seemed like the real Anya was performing with DEATHTHEATER.

"An Ya," Song He swallowed, and asked her uncertainly, "You...why are you here? Do you know where this is? Escape with...and the teacher, okay?"

"Okay." Anya had already walked in front of Song He, and responded obediently.Then he put down his schoolbag, rummaged around with his short hands, and took out a pink utility knife.

"But the teacher has to accept my gift first."

"What... What? Anya, what are you doing with the knife, put it down, it's too dangerous!"

Anya lowered her head to fiddle with the utility knife, rolled out three blades, then stood on tiptoe, pierced Song He's shoulder, and cut off Song He's top with a horizontal stroke.Cutting the fabric is a bit difficult for a utility knife, Anya pursed her lips, flattened the clothes with one hand, and cut it mercilessly with the other.

Nian Wei couldn't help leaning forward.She can touch Song He, which means it's not a projection.But what she is doing now is far from what a primary school girl can do.Is it a bionic robot?At the beginning of the year, I thought that the robot's movements and expressions could not be so rich, it may be that the projected appearance was added on the basis of the robot.But none of them wore VR equipment, and this effect could be seen directly with the naked eye, almost as real as real.As far as the year is unknown, this has exceeded the limit of stage special effects.

What the hell kind of technology is this?At the end of the year, he put away his attitude of watching the excitement, and his expression became unusually dignified.

Isn't DEATHSHOW more than a killing game?

Speaking of killing games, Nian Wei already thought it was a group of people stupidly killing each other, with shoddy weapons and illogical game rules in their hands, in order to stimulate the senses with bloody scenes.However, DEATHSHOW obviously invested too much resources, meticulously crafted every detail, and enhanced its entertainment in all aspects. At the end of the year, I even felt a kind of craftsman spirit from it.

Using this kind of craftsman spirit for murder reveals an absurd beauty.

How did DEATHSHOW start?How does it pick players?What is behind it?

"Stop! Stop... Anya!"

Song He's shirt was cut, exposing his entire chest.Anya held the knife and stabbed him in the stomach, then turned her wrist, the tip of the knife moved under the skin, drawing a bright red line.

"I want to give the teacher a painting. This painting is very important. I am afraid that the teacher will lose it, so I will draw it on something that the teacher can't throw away even if he wants to."

"Hiss...hiss, Anya, stop quickly, draw on paper, draw on a whiteboard, it doesn't matter... Teacher won't lose it, okay?" Song He shouted.

However, Anya was not affected at all, and a utility knife outlined a human figure: "This one is me."

The figure is a little girl with two ponytails tied up high, crying while covering her skirt.

Anya pulled out the knife and stabbed it right next to the human figure. "This one is you." She drew a tall figure with a goatee.The figure put its arms around the little girl's shoulders, and put its fingers under the little girl's skirt.

"I like the teacher." Anya said while carving, "but I don't want to go to the teacher's house after school, I don't want to play undressing games, and I don't want to pee in front of the teacher."

"The teacher told me not to tell my parents, saying that it would be better for me. But it hurts, it hurts every time, it hurts more than a knife..."

"It hurts... hiss, Anya, I'll be gentler in the future, don't...don't be angry with the teacher..." Song He gasped and pleaded.

"I still need to draw the patterns on the clothes, the blue sky, white clouds and grass, and..." Anya drew detailed patterns on Song He's body, adding layers on top of each other until there was no one left. The skin, subcutaneous fat and fascia are all turned out.Song He suffered so much pain that his eyes turned black, and his cry gradually weakened.

[Everyone has the ability to "see", but only you can "see", even if you know it is taboo, don't you? 】

The director's voice seemed to be heard in his ears, Song He was awakened, and cursed in a hoarse voice: "What do you know, Anya is very sensible, she and I are in love! What's wrong with being close between lovers? Is it because she is a child?" , won’t you love others?”

"Love?"

Anya looked up at him, her immature face and hands were covered with blood because she was concentrating on portraying, and her clear eyes glistened in the blood.

"Love!" An Yagao raised his arm and stabbed Song He's heart hard.

"I love the teacher. I was worried that the teacher would be scolded and taken away by bad people, and I have been holding back. Every day, every day..."

She stabbed the first knife, the second knife, the third knife... Countless knifes, the knife edge formed a shape of a heart, and the love made Song He's heart full of holes.

"I hope that the teacher will die quickly!"