The Game Show of Death: Demons of Reason

If you desire to ascend, you look above.And I look below because I have been raised.

Who among you can laugh and be lifted up at the same time?

Whoever mounts the highest mountain can laugh at all playful sorrows and earnest sorrows.

-Nietzsche

In the outskirts of London, abandoned factories, it is now the darkest period when the moon has just set.

A drenched man removed the half-covered steel plate, got into the door of the factory building, then went back to install the steel plate and tightened the screws.There were no lights in the entire factory, showing a sense of dilapidation. The floor where the man walked raised dust, causing the man to cough a few times. He patted his coat in disgust, covered his mouth and nose, and went to the top floor.There was a whole row of closed cubicles on the top floor, and the man walked along the corridor and entered one of them by memory.

"It's too slow, why did it take so long?"

A voice came from the depths of the abandoned workshop, and there was another person waiting for him in the darkness.

"Oh," the man muttered, "I really dived just now. If I hadn't mastered my posture well, I would have been easily concussed by the water surface." He then asked, "How long have you been waiting here? Was it discovered by someone else?"

"No. There will be no one else who can understand your prompt and come here to meet me." As he spoke, a person walked slowly in front of Nian Weiyi. The surroundings were too dark, and the facial features of that person were blurred , half a head shorter than a man, tall and straight, looks like a young man about the same age as a man.

The young man walked up to the man and hugged his waist tightly without saying a word. The two of them pressed close to each other and fell silent in a tacit understanding at the same time.There was a dead silence around, the man felt the arms around his waist tighten a bit, the young man's jaw tightened, and there was a slight tremor.The man exhaled, put his head on the young man's shoulder, patted his back, and comforted him: "Okay, okay, I'm still alive, don't be afraid."

He comforted the young man like this for a few minutes, the young man seemed to calm down, and asked softly in his ear: "What happened to Xu Qixiang's body?"

"Buried in the most expensive cemetery in Beijing, there are a bunch of people queuing up to offer flowers, and there are constant fruit tributes every year-although his name is not written on the tombstone."

"My... family, what's the reaction?"

"Ah..." The man paused for a moment, and continued: "They are very sad, but there is such an excellent son as your brother, I believe he will adapt."

"Hmm..." The young man leaned on the man's shoulder, his body relaxed, and the fatigue of the past few days was almost reaching his limit, "It's really you who can find Xu Qixiang's body to replace me in such a short time. Know where his body is buried."

The man chuckled and said, "You won't let me experiment with using the 'tower' to transport the living, but transporting the dead is not a problem at all. What's more, Officer Chen discovered the coordinates of the corpse first, and I have to thank him."

"Hmph." The young man also laughed, "Give me the gun, turn around and set it on fire, lest I walk out with you and steal your way?"

"No, really not. I was just thinking that a bullet can only damage the camera in the monitoring room, and only fire can cover up the evidence. You are the director, so it's not surprising that you know one or two escape routes. Anyway, the hardest and most tiring job Leave it to me, do you know how disgusting it is to live in a garbage dump for a week? If I live an extra week, I may really have to write a suicide note."

The man complained endlessly about how important it is to pay attention to personal hygiene. The young man raised his head and pecked his lips, successfully shutting him up. The young man said, "Look at this mouth, it's swollen from talking too much recently."

"Nonsense," the man retorted, "That was just sucked up by you"

"How come..." The young man raised the corners of his mouth and said bluntly, "I'm just going to start smoking now."

The young man did what he said, and began to taste the man's lips from the shallower to the deeper.The man pushed him out of habit, but quickly accepted the caress and kissed back slowly.

His soaked shirt is now dry and sticky to his body, reminding him of midsummer when he was 19 years old. He looked out the window of the teaching building and saw a beautiful teenager crushing a cicada with his feet, and then calmly Look up and smile at him.He felt that smile seemed to be poisonous, and once indulged, it would become addictive and depraved.

Now he tasted the poison with his own mouth, and found that the poison had penetrated into his bones, and he actually returned the sweetness.

"Where are we going next?"

"Nian Weiji and Wei Zixu are dead, I think, let's start with a name."

one year later.

In the northern part of Sweden, the edge of the town is surrounded by woods, and a path deep into the woods leads to a green lake, where wild ducks and wild birds visit all year round.Standing by the lake is a two-story wooden house, perhaps remodeled from a holiday villa, which looks a bit old-fashioned.The south-facing wall of the wooden house was transformed into floor-to-ceiling windows. The water heater was connected to the room, and the fireplace was kept for heating. The renovation is suitable for living.

Now that summer is just entering, the weather in Sweden is still very cool.Behind the wooden house, the door of the cellar is half a meter above the ground, protruding in a fan shape.A man pushed open the cellar door and crawled out, carrying eggs and orange juice, humming a little tune and entering the cabin.The man was wearing suspenders and suit pants, his back was carefully groomed, and he was busy in front of the stove.He served fried eggs and bratwurst on china plates at either end of the table, filled two goblets with orange juice, and added three sugar cubes to his own.

"Ah—hmm." When the aroma of food filled the dining room, a yawning man came down slowly from upstairs.

The man with the head on the back: "Wells, why didn't you wake up until noon?"

"It's nothing..." Wells scratched his sleepy hair, "I saw you put sugar in the orange juice, Neo, didn't you promise to quit sugar, you will get diabetes sooner or later."

"Diabetes is a genetic disease. My genes are so good, so there will be no problem." Neo turned a deaf ear and prevaricated with a smile.

The two sat opposite each other and ate breakfast leisurely.During the period, Neo talked about today's plan: "The stock in the cellar is exhausted. You can go to the town to buy some in the afternoon."

Wells: "There is a brood of wild duck eggs by the lake, and it will hatch today. I want to see the hatching, and I will go to town later."

Neo: "No, Nordic people are very lazy. The supermarket closes at 3 pm. You can do other things after you come back from town."

Wells: "...Okay."

After dinner, Neo went to wash the dishes, and Wells opened the door of the wooden house, sat on the rocking chair on the open-air balcony and basked in the sun, watching the wild ducks and swans flopping about in the lake.He is very afraid of water and dare not approach the lake. He just walks along the lake and occasionally finds a hidden wild duck nest. He has high expectations for this nest, because the mother duck has a beautiful coat and will definitely hatch a nest of beautiful little ones. .

"Run away after eating, and help with some housework, scumbag director." In the kitchen, Neo complained like a housewife: "I don't know if this will go on like this, you will find a job soon Support me, I want to eat soft food for the rest of my life."

Wells leaned on the back of the chair and said as it should: "You should find a job to support me, I look more like someone who eats soft food."

"You can show it off. In a few years, you will become a wrinkled uncle. Let's see who wants you." Neo said angrily.

Not to be outdone, Wells said: "In a few years, you will become a bald diabetic old man. Uncle wrinkled and bald old man are the best match."

"Who are you calling bald!" Neo rolled up his sleeves and ran out, but Wells laughed uncontrollably on the rocking chair.

At noon, Wells drove to the town for shopping, and Neo took a leisurely nap.He woke up to the sound of the engine dying, and saw Wells' car parked in front of the door through the window, and Wells was moving food and charcoal into the door.Neo lay down and pretended to be asleep so he could avoid being called out to help with the load.

After moving his things, Wells went up to the second floor. When he entered the bedroom, he found that Neo was taking a nap. He walked lightly, walked to the bed, and gently placed a box on the bedside table.Neo opened his eyes slightly and saw that it seemed to be a cake box. He sat up straight in surprise: "What is this!"

"Oh, you're awake." Wells wasn't surprised, and sat down on the sofa opposite the bed, "I called yesterday to make a reservation. One year ago today was the first day of DEATHSHOW when the game started. Let's reunite for the first anniversary."

"Ha, you still acted so unwilling to go out this morning, didn't you even plan a surprise?" Neo happily opened the box, and inside was a whole Black Forest cake.He still remembers seeing Wells on the first day of the game, he pretended not to know himself, but he still listed that day as a memorial day in his heart.

Wells smiled, and Neo's happy mood also infected him: "Since you're awake, take the cake to the restaurant and have afternoon tea."

"it is good."

Neo went downstairs, quickly arranged the tablecloth and cutlery, and returned to the bedroom to get the cake.He had just walked to the door and saw Wells lying on the sofa through the open door, staring at the cake in a daze. He didn't like sweets, and it was something that the cake represented that made him fall into the memory .

"Wells," Neo entered the room, and asked him tentatively, "Do you still think of the game of death?"

Wells regained his senses and glanced at Neo: "Those things, those who have experienced them are destined to never forget them in their lifetime."

"Painful?"

"I am a murderer... During the past three years, I have killed countless people with very cruel means. I am the one who should die the most. This year's recuperation has allowed me to correctly view the things I have done. I don't want to No more escaping."

"Wells, don't..." Neo stretched out his hand.But Wells stood up first, picked up the cake, and said: "Don't worry, I will not commit suicide. It is meaningless to talk about suicide so far. I should try to make up for it with the rest of my life. I didn't understand the value of faith before, but That's really the only way to get peace of mind. The Peppers make Christmas the biggest holiday—today is one of those days for me."

Neo shut up.After Wells' confession, any language pales.He knew that Wells' feelings for him were never pure love, it was mixed with fanatical admiration that Wells himself didn't realize, once his idol was disqualified, how much impact would Wells have on him?Wells once held a real gun and sword in his hand, but now he is only carrying a light cake box.This kind of worship of Wells is beneficial to the relationship between doctors and patients. He has now gained the complete trust of Wells, and one day he can completely cure Wells' psychological problems.He never thought that he would leave Wells one day in the future, and there would be no second patient who was more attractive than Wells.And, fortunately, Wells admired him, because he was an infallible genius.

In the evening, Neo was packing up the tableware in the kitchen, and Wells went out half an hour ago to see the mallard nest mentioned in the morning.

There was a hasty knock on the door, and Neo hurried to open the door, but it was Wells who came back early, and his body was covered in withered grass and mud. Neo: "What's wrong with you, making it so dirty?"

"It's late, the badger ate the duck and the eggs." Wells threw away the stick in his hand, took off his coat and shook, and said, "I was a little angry and beat the badger to death."

Neo took the coat, and Wells entered the door. Neo noticed a waddling little guy behind him, "Are you sure you've finished eating, isn't there one left?"

"Ok?"

The duckling was fluffy and wobbly, but managed to keep up with Wells, circling around him. "It was probably an egg that rolled out of the nest and hatched when I killed the badger."

"Then it probably regards you as its mother." Neo squatted down and teased the duckling with his fingers, "What should I do, should I throw it out?"

"Tsk, what a hassle."

Wells said so, but his hands were not idle for a moment. In a few minutes, he made a nest out of pillows, put the nest by the fireplace, lit the fireplace, and rummaged in the refrigerator, unable to hide his excitement. He asked Neo: "Do you think wild ducks can drink milk?"

"...ducks are not mammals."

"Yes."

In the middle of the night, Wells was still playing with the ducks on the couch.Neo was lonely in the room, came to the back of the sofa, deliberately licked Wells's earlobe, and asked him: "Little ducks need pets, but don't big ducks?"

Duckling was lying on Wells' crotch, and now he found himself raised in a panic.

"Then... the big duck wants to be up or down today?"

"It's on the top, but the pain on the bottom is terrible, I have to rest for a few days."

"I told you that you have to be talented in doing things. You are not good at this kind of thing."

"...If you want to fuck me today, just tell me straight up. You know that I have nothing I'm not good at."

For the next few weeks, Wells happily became a duck mother, and the ducklings shed their down and gradually grew a full body of feathers.Wells' prediction was right. The duckling had grown black feathers with metallic luster, and its head and neck were brilliant blue, more beautiful than its original mother.Once the little one had grown its feathers, Wells set out to teach it to fly.

When Neo was cooking, he often saw Wells running ahead with his arms outstretched, and the duckling followed suit.But primates have always taught wrong demonstrations. The duckling couldn't fly. Wells was tired from running and became very discouraged. He sat down on the grass and said, "Why did I give birth to such a stupid son like you?" ..."

Neo couldn't help laughing, and Wells patted the grass clippings on his butt, and continued to teach his son to fly tirelessly.

Finally one day, Neo ran out and stood with Wells, watching the wild duck fly higher and higher, surpassing the tallest tree in the forest, and the figure gradually turned into a black spot and disappeared in the sky.

"You see, the wild duck's instinct is to fly, and it finally learned it."

Wells, who said this, lowered his head, suddenly turned around and hugged Neo tightly.Neo patted him on the back, thinking that the instinct of wild ducks is to fly, and the instinct of humans is to seek understanding, and finally one day, they both did.

Unexpectedly, one day a month later, Wells was sitting in a rocking chair basking in the sun when two wild ducks passed by the lake and went straight to the wooden house by the lake.The two mallards landed on the balcony, and one of them, Bubba, ran up to Wells to rub his leg.

"Hey, the other one is the mother's." Neo appraised: "This kid has a girlfriend!"

"Gah!" The adult wild duck shook its chest, with the arrogance of returning home.

"Yo! Is this bringing a partner home to meet the parents? It's amazing. Your father has never had a girlfriend in his life." Wells happily hugged the wild duck.Neo was upset: "Why do you push and step on it?"

Wild ducks and their families play in the lake and the grass in front of the wooden house, and fly elsewhere in the evening.Neo thinks that the mother duck's colony should be in another lake, which is also the home of the orphaned mallard.

Time soon came to late autumn, and the number of wild ducks flying back became less and less. The last few times, they always pulled Wells' pants anxiously with their mouths.If Wells broke free, the duck would quack him, much to Wells' annoyance.

"It's autumn now..." Neo speculated, "The wild duck will migrate to the warmer south. It may want you to go with it. The winter in Sweden is too cold, and it is afraid that you will freeze to death here."

After hearing what he said, Wells was stunned for a long time, then squatted down and picked up the adult wild duck like a newborn duckling.

"Hehe, you will feel sorry for my death, and there are only two of you left in this world."

"What should I do? Do you want to leave home temporarily and come back after it flies south?"

"No, I plan to move out of this house. Living aimlessly for more than a year is enough."

"Do you have a new plan?"

"Didn't you tell me to find a job to support my family before? But after being a director for three years, I can no longer adapt to a normal job. The only job I am suitable for is to design cruel death games with malice towards game participants. The feeling of mastering the life and death of others is really great. However, ordinary people will always only have fear, and no one knows how to enjoy the excitement of the game itself. I think, if you gather a group of people who know the death game very well, watch them fight wits and bravery. , Cannibalism, will definitely be able to stage the most exciting death game so far. And we need money, people who have money and understand the death game, I just know a few."

The shareholders behind the screen when Umbrella was killed, and the traces of intrusion they saw when they fled to the monitoring room, everything pointed to a more dangerous and fascinating existence.

The corner of Neo's mouth rose: "Coincidentally, I thought so too."

Their eyes met each other, and the cool breeze in late autumn was blowing, the sky was cloudless, and it was peaceful and quiet.