The Game Show of Death: Demons of Reason

"Congratulations on the new album!"

Holding a party in the swimming pool on the top floor of the commercial building can only be done by top capital. Mick likes to look at the scenery from high places, and the publisher tried every means to meet all his requirements. As long as he won the agency distribution rights of his works, the company's stock could immediately rise by a percentage point.The publisher squeezed under Mick's parasol, chattering about cooperation, Mick picked up a glass of champagne, and put on a Bluetooth headset.The publisher shut his mouth, his face flushed a little, but he couldn't afford a percentage of the stock, so he could only wait for Mick to take off his earphones with a smiling face.Among those who have made a fortune in youth, Mick is considered to have a good temper, but it is just that he has heard too many praises from young talents, and he will inevitably become arrogant.

Mick played a random hit list, starting with his own song.There are several styles of music changed in the middle of a song, but they are wonderfully connected together. Listening to these songs, Mick can still recall the excitement when he heard the original song for the first time, but it became his work before the public.

Last night, Mick received another death threat. An unknown third-rate composer accused Mick of plagiarizing his original composition. Mick read the email and forwarded it to a private lawyer for processing.There are many talented people, but few people have opportunities, so opportunities are also part of success, Mick thinks so, and is never guilty of his achievements.

As for those original creators, even if they were labeled as plagiarists from Mick, were bullied by fans online, declined or even committed suicide, it was because they did not seize the opportunity.

"These days, capital is talent."

"What did you say?" Mick took off his earphones and looked at the publisher with displeasure.

The publisher quickly said: "Ah, I said that these days, talent is capital. You have written a lot at a young age, which is really outstanding."

"That's up to you." Mick said impatiently, reaching out to put the champagne back on the table.His finger touched a card on the table, "What is this?" Mick picked up the card, and saw a clown standing on the edge of a cliff, juggling while throwing a crown and a skull.

The Fool: The skill card of the dead will become your skill card, and the effect is halved.

"--The wheel of fate!"

At the critical moment, Mick used the "Wheel of Fortune" skill on Wei Zixu. Half of the current attacking Mick converged on Wei Zixu's head. He jumped aside, only to be concentrated on his right leg by a bolt of lightning.Enduring the pain, he rushed to Wei Zixu, cut his hands behind his back and pressed him against the wall.

"Now I am next to you, if you use 'The Hanged Man' again, you will die with me."

"Hmm, cough, cough, cough——" Wei Zixu coughed violently, and he was temporarily arrhythmic due to the electric current passing through him, making him speechless.Because Wei Zixu was restricted from using "The Hanged Man", the room went dark again. Mick has subdued Wei Zixu and is thinking about his next move.A blue light flickered at the end of the long table. It turned out that the countdown had ended and the dice rolled again.

The game wasn't over yet... Mick's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he stared at the dice without blinking. The dice spun for what seemed like a century, and finally landed on the numbers he least wanted to see: 4 and 1.

"Cough cough cough cough cough! Let go, let go, I order you to let go." Wei Zixu ordered.

Mick's arms began to shake, in a twist of fate.If you let go here, Wei Zixu will definitely find a way to electrocute him.If he doesn't let go, Wei Zixu will score one point, and the game will be over, and he will be sentenced to death. Mick bit his lip, and now there was no way out, he lowered his head and threatened Wei Zixu: "Take back your order, or you will die before me."

Wei Zixu felt a sharp object hit his back, and Mick pressed the switchblade against Wei Zixu's heart.The blade is not long, but it is enough to pierce the heart.

Both of them were pushed to the limit and couldn't get any better.

"You two, what are you waiting for?"

In the darkness, Nian Weiji wandered around the table and walked towards the two of them, "Director Wei has given an order, hurry up and execute it?"

"You don't move!" Mick restrained Wei Zixu and turned around quickly, so that Nian Weiji could see where the switchblade was touching: "Come here again, I'll kill your teammate."

Nian Wei had seen the blade clearly, stopped, tilted his head in confusion, and asked Mick, "Mick, I thought you were smart, why is your brain circuit so strange?"

"You killed Director Wei. You lost the game because you disobeyed orders. I killed your teammate. You lost the game and were executed. So, it happens that I can live until tomorrow, which is a great thing for me. Are you right?"

"Um, you—" Mick didn't expect Nian Weiji to answer like this, but he couldn't find any loopholes in Nian Weiji's logic, so he could only retort: ​​"You, you can't kill Jin!"

"You guessed wrong." Nian Wei has pulled off his white coat, took out a silver revolver, held the gun in both hands, pointed the muzzle at Jin's temples, turned the magazine, and pulled down the bolt: "I can't handle it at such a short distance. It will miss."

Seeing Jin being pointed at with a gun, Mick's voice became flustered: "'Tower'! How could you have Zhou Tong's 'Tower'—only a 'fool' can steal other people's skills!"

"Oh? You admit it's 'stealing'." At the end of the year, he was very calm, as if he had already won.That tone suddenly reminded Mick of the third-rate composer who wrote an email to threaten him many years ago: "You stole my work!"

"Don't come here, or I'll kill your teammate right now!" Mick couldn't think of any other way except to threaten, but the tone of the threat also carried a begging tone.

Nian Weiji laughed lightly: "Heh, do you really think I care?"

With a gunshot, blood bloomed from the back of Jin's head, Mick's eyes were out of focus, Wei Zixu struggled to break free from his restraint, Mick came back to his senses, and stabbed him in the back mercilessly.

【Beep--】

Wei Zixu's group scored 1 point.Now Wei Zixu's group has 5 points, and Mick's group has 3 points.

【game over. 】

[Now clear the ranking of this round of the game. The "Devil" group gets 5 points first, ranks first, and gets 1 point, with a total of 20 points. The "GodofNoOne" group ranked second with 0 points and a total of 19 points. 】

[The "God of No One" group ranked second overall and was eliminated. 】

After Mick stabbed Wei Zixu, he staggered to the back of Jin's chair, knelt down on the ground, and held Jin's hanging head with both hands.Thick blood covered him all over, he was not as flustered as before, Jin's blood flowed from between his fingers, he half clenched his fist in the void, and then let go.Blood dripped on the floor, playing a certain melody, Mick closed his eyes, and saw the frenzied auditorium and the charming scenery on the top floor of the commercial building.

And Nian Wei helped Wei Zixu who was dying, and saw a knife handle inserted deeply into Wei Zixu's back amidst the dazzling lights of the theater.

"Can you stand up?" Nian Weiji asked him.

Wei Zixu frowned: "Is that knife stuck behind me... It's okay, as long as the knife is not pulled out, I won't lose too much blood and die."

Nian Weiji nodded, took Wei Zixu's arm, and carefully lifted him up.The theater was brightly lit, Nian Wei could hear the sound of Jin's blood dripping on the ground behind him, and the sound of Mick's breathing had disappeared.

"Is Jin dead?" Wei Zixu asked.

At the end of the year: "The brains are blooming, and normal people will die."

"Hmm." Wei Zixu held Nian Weiji's right hand and said softly, "It's the first time you've shot someone, are you scared? Your hands are shaking."

At the end of the year: "It's not because of that."

"What is that because of?" Wei Zixu's face turned pale, and he smiled, "Be happy, we won."

The end of the year: "Say a few words less, maybe you can survive until the end of the performance." There was a trace of bloody smell from Wei Zixu's body, although most of it was covered by the bloody smell of Jin's corpse, the end of the year was still sensitive notice some.From his point of view, all the blades have not penetrated into Wei Zixu's body. If the main artery is cut, there will be no effective measures to stop the bleeding.

"How could it be? With a doctor accompanying me, I will live a good life." Wei Zixu didn't take it seriously, pointing to the theater: "Hurry up, finish the performance sooner, pull out the knife and sew it up earlier. This The knife is not as long as yours, but it hurts more to get stuck in this way than to be stabbed by you."

"You—you're talking nonsense..." Nian Weiji put Wei Zixu's arm on his shoulders, helped Wei Zixu walk to the auditorium, and sat down.The hilt of the knife trembled as Wei Zixu took a step, causing Wei Zixu to gasp in pain.At the end of the year, he thought that although Wei Zixu couldn't see his injury, it was impossible not to know how serious it was. Wei Zixu acted so calmly, probably because he was one of the few people who felt grateful for his death.

Nian Weiji sat next to Wei Zixu, put his legs together, and asked Wei Zixu to lie on his lap: "Come on, lie down flat and don't move, it won't hurt so much."

"Well, good." Wei Zixu leaned down, put his elbows on Nianwei's thighs, keeping his back flat, and turned to look at the theater. "Thank you." Wei Zixu said with his back to Nian Weiji.

With just this one word of thanks, Ling Nian Weiji's heart suddenly hurt like being bitten by a poisonous snake and twisted three and a half times.What did this man do? He swallowed a blade with his mouth wide open, was almost blown to pieces by a rabbit robot, jumped into a lake when he was afraid of water, and finally got stuck in the back with a knife.Isn't he the director?It would be nice to be the mastermind behind the scenes that no one can beat, why bother to suffer this crime.If you want to die and go crazy, you can find a deserted place to die by yourself. Why do you want to die accidentally in the process of desperately winning the game, and why do you want to die in front of me?Is this punishing him or punishing me?

At the same time, the director's narration sounded like a bell in the theater:

[Thank you for attending the final performance, although this is nothing new-only to pay tribute to the mass-produced portfolio, great stitcher! 】

Mick was brought to the stage, the spotlights were shot at him, he was blocked by shaking raised his hand, his hand was still stained with blood.A familiar classroom background board rose up, and Mick glanced back, wanting to step back, his feet had already been fixed to the ground by iron hoops.The door at the other end of the classroom opened, and a small figure in a red scarf walked in, bouncing towards Mick.

"Is this... Anya?"

Mick recalled the execution on the first day. The Anja model that appeared for the first time almost shocked the audience. The model combined projection and machine, which was vivid and realistic, and could actually cause harm to people.But this "Anya" model is just a rough machine model, and it doesn't even look like "Anya".Holding a utility knife, the machine rushed to Mick's side and stabbed him wildly. Mick wanted to use "Queen" to resist, but obviously the skill card was no longer effective.The blade pierced into his thigh and arm, and the pain was so intense that he didn't even have time to cry out.

After stabbing for a few minutes, the body gradually made noises, as if something had gone wrong, and he couldn't tell the direction, and finally evacuated towards the door of the classroom shaking his head.

"What...why, why is it Anya... This is Song He's crime, and it has nothing to do with me!" Mick shouted angrily, clutching his knife wound.

Immediately afterwards, the background board changed its orientation, facing the auditorium behind Mick.A transparent film was propped up in front of him, and the film was quickly attached to the background board, so that the outline of Mick's profile was completely highlighted.The laser beam moves down the veneer. Mick stared at the laser, his complexion changed drastically: "This—this is Zhou Tong's..."

This is Zhou Tong's death theater, but there is no opera-like background music, nor gorgeous white dresses, only a boring and hasty atmosphere. Mick sprinted backwards, covering his crotch with his hands, the laser beam passed through his wrists, and one of his hands was severed and fell to the ground.

The backdrop was withdrawn, and Mick fell to the ground, his wrist bleeding profusely, and he curled up moaning.The scar as big as a bowl looks like it hurts, but more than the pain is anger.

"Hiss—well, I...I see, you are perfunctory to me, don't you even deserve the theater of death?——So use other people's to make up the numbers, and use this perfunctory performance to laugh at me!"

Background music, props, performances, these elements director can design very well, but this time he was lazy and hastily stitched up the death theater of others.Everyone died tragically in the theater of death before, and no one wanted to end up like that, but in the eyes of the artist, it was a death with a sense of ritual, far superior to this clumsy theater of death.This made Mick feel intensely humiliated.

Wei Zixu faced the theater, appreciating the final theater of death without blinking.

"If I had a choice, I hope to die with beauty." Wei Zixu didn't look back, and said to Nian Weiji, "At that time, don't stop me."

At the end of the year, I didn’t go to the theater, and I only focused on studying the location of Wei Zixu’s wound: “You broke free before Mick stabbed the knife, so the incision is located at the bottom, so it shouldn’t hurt the heart. The lung lobe is in the front chest, so you didn’t cough up blood. It hurt your lungs. It’s just a small incision, I’ll stop the bleeding and sew a few stitches and you’ll be fine.”

"Yeah." Wei Zixu said, "Your legs are a little bit apart, it's uncomfortable to lie on your stomach."

At the end of the year, the legs were separated, only to find that the pants were tightly stuck to the legs and soaked in Wei Zixu's blood.Blood continued to ooze from the blood-sucking pants, dripping drop by drop on the ground.

Molten steel was suspended above the transparent mold, and Mick heard the sound of blood dripping in a trance, "Jin?" He looked towards the pitch-black auditorium.No, that woman's head was blown out, and she couldn't possibly be alive. He regarded her as a god-like figure, so he thought she would not die.It's ridiculous to say that he has no shortage of women when he's outside, elegant or glamorous, and what he most longs to see before he dies is a bear-like black-skinned woman.

Due to the brief distraction, Mick didn't feel particularly painful when the molten steel poured down, and his cervical spine was instantly melted by the heat. "ah……"

Mick figured it out, probably because she was the only one applauding his original tune, even if it was really mediocre.