The Game Show of Death: Demons of Reason

"Honey, what you did was really beautiful. The autopsy report found no abnormalities, and the insurance paid a six-figure loss." The man hugged her in circles, his face flushed.

The woman said shyly, "There is no barrier between us now. Our wedding must be bigger than yours and hers."

"Of course, what I give you must be better than what I gave her."

The fans burst into cheers, and the scene was immersed in a strange frenzy.Zhou Tong's body was covered with fine cracks, half of the white skirt was dyed red, and the red continued to expand.Nian Weiji felt that her wound would not have such an astonishing amount of bleeding. Maybe it was because of the special material of the white dress, which kept sucking blood while anticoagulating.The profuse bleeding made Zhou Tong's complexion pale, and she looked weak and weak, but her singing voice was full of vigor, and it was obvious that the sound and picture were out of sync, and the combination had a kind of gothic treachery.

A red triangle gradually appeared under the white skirt, blood seeped from between Zhou Tong's legs, her breasts and buttocks were cut off, and all female features were finally destroyed.

The happy couple on the stage were tirelessly supporting Zhou Tong. Zhou Tong lowered his head and did not move. Only the messy skirt was still sucking blood.The dry ice gradually dissipated, and Zhou Tong was alone. The white skirt had been stained with blood and turned into a bright red skirt. It was enchanting and charming, which suited her very well.

[The performance ends.The next game will be played at [-] o'clock tomorrow morning, see you soon. 】

DEATHTHEATER's curtain call, the lights under the stage turned on, Wei Zixu rubbed his sore eyes, the mucous membranes of the eyes may have been irritated by the corrosive mist, and they were not very comfortable.He heard Nian Weiji let out a long sigh beside him, rattling the straw in the milkshake cup.

Wei Zixu took a hard look at him, and saw that Nian Wei was staring at the empty cup in a daze. The DEATHTHEATER didn't last long, and there was still steam on the outside of the cup. "Don't do such stupid things in the future, if I didn't look for you, you might not be able to crawl back." Wei Zixu scolded him.

"It's really thick..." Nian Weiji said in admiration, "This strawberry milkshake."

"What?" Wei Zixu stabilized his emotions: "Are you listening, don't run around after the game is over, you know?"

Nian Wei has raised his head: "I'm listening. I didn't calculate the time properly this time. It was indeed my mistake. Let's take the stairs next time. As soon as the game is over, we rush to the second floor. Five minutes should be enough for a round trip."

Wei Zixu pressed his temples: "No, you didn't listen. I'm not kidding you. Immediately after the game is over, immediately follow the others to the theater, don't go anywhere."

"I'm not joking with you." Nian Weiji leaned back, put his hands on the armrest of the sofa, and his tone was rare: "I'm used to eating snacks when watching dramas, otherwise I wouldn't be able to calm down and enjoy the plot. Yesterday Song He I was absent-minded when I watched that scene. Xiaodai designed these death theaters in the hope that someone would watch them seriously. His works reflect his psychology. If I can understand Xiaodai’s motives, maybe I can find out and leave here The method. So I am not going to the second floor to get food on a whim, I am ensuring the efficiency of the work."

"Save your own life first before thinking about anything else," Wei Zixu automatically ignored his nonsense, "and don't speculate on others."

Nian Weiji spread his hands and said, "I don't need to ask for your permission. However, the milkshake made by Xiaodai is really delicious, do you want to try it?"

Wei Zixu: "I don't like sweet ones. And you can't be sure that he made them."

"It won't hurt to try it." Nian Wei stood up and walked straight to the stairs.

Wei Zixu found that persuading the end of the year was meaningless and a waste of time.He finally said coldly: "Then next time you can get it yourself, don't ask me to help you."

"Oh." Nian Weiji turned around and said, with two dimples hanging from the corner of his mouth, he didn't seem to take this matter to heart: "Go and eat, I'm hungry."

The rest of the people had already left, only Zhou Tong was left in the theater alone, and the blood-sucking red dress dragged red tracks on the stage.When Wei Zixu walked around the stage, he saw Zeng Xu Nuo standing in the audience, staring at Zhou Tong's body in a daze.After Zhou Tong's death, she was the only one left in the team she had promised, and she would never receive any assistance in the future, fighting alone in the cruel and absurd death game.

Zeng Xu kept his eyes on Zhou Tong's face, staggered up to the stage, grabbed Zhou Tong's skirt and tore it fiercely.

"Hahaha, you ****... bitch!" Zeng Xu let out a maniacal laugh, like howling a beast, hoarse and ugly, "I made you laugh at me! What about 'Beauty and the Beast'! You see Look at your ugly face... Ha ha ha, you are ugly! You are ugly!"

The blood stained Zeng Xu's face and clothes, and she vented her anger on Zhou Tong's corpse, like a loser who only dared to curse and whisper in the dark.

The hall on the second floor happened to be empty, and Nian Weiji and Wei Zixu walked through the hall one after the other.

There was a wax figure beside Song He, and it was already out of date, so he stopped in front of the wax figure and took a look.Zhou Tong's figure is really good, with good bumps and a proud bust. She is a veritable stunner when she wears this sexy red dress.She is now holding up her skirt with joy, as if trying on a new dress she just bought in front of a fitting mirror.She only wore light makeup on her face, and her smile came from her heart. She had never seen such an innocent and happy expression when she was alive.

Zhou Tong's wax figure is also used as a display cabinet, on which are placed bright red food, such as red wine, Italian red stew, red swimming crab and so on.At the end of the year, seeing her butt from her breasts, she chose the most hungry beef brisket with tomato sauce and spaghetti.

Wei Zixu frowned, and said disgustedly: "Don't eat this, it's disgusting, I'll make some pasta for you by the way."

"I don't think..." Nian Wei is used to seeing bloody scenes, and his appetite has not been affected, but after thinking about it, this is a good time to experience Wei Zixu's cooking skills, so he agreed immediately.

Nian Weiji followed Wei Zixu's ass, watched him boil a handful of spaghetti, sat upright on the dining table, and said to Wei Zixu, "I don't want to mix spaghetti with frozen sauce, you put tomatoes Boiled and sautéed with tenderloin green olives and basil leaves."

Wei Zixu had just taken out the frozen sauce from the refrigerator, but when Nian Weiji sternly refused, he glanced at him and reluctantly found fresh vegetables to slice.

Wei Zixu's chopping skills were extremely rough. He dismembered the vegetables randomly, and then threw the frozen tenderloin into the wok. At the end of the year, he quickly stopped: "The meat needs to be marinated with starch to be tender. I only eat it medium rare." Yes, the tomatoes need to be boiled and peeled. The green olives are stale. Throw them away. How did you hold the knife? Your noodles are ripe, so copy them...Why are you staring at me? Oh, the water is boiling, the water is boiling It's..."

"If you don't do it yourself, don't force it." Wei Zixu poured all the materials on the chopping board into his face.

At the end of the year, he hesitated to speak, seeing Wei Zixu's face, he finally shut up.

It turns out that Wei Zixu's cooking method is to gather food in a pot and cook it, which is very simple and easy to understand.Wei Zixu folded his arms and watched the green soup in the pot boil. He had a very bad premonition at the end of the year, and he kept peeking at Wei Zixu.

Wei Zixu cut vegetables with his right hand just now, the neckline of his polo shirt slid to the right, exposing a small piece of skin above his shoulders, and a row of clear teeth marks could be seen at the end of the year.

"Tsk tsk," Nian Weiji asked with interest, "What kind of game is this? Is the person biting this part... the boyfriend you mentioned before? Are you still on good terms?"

Wei Zixu looked down at his shoulder, and hummed, "Yeah."

"Oh." Nian Weiji rested his chin and asked casually, "Are you living together now? Are there no conflicts? How is his cooking?"

Wei Zixu was silent for a moment, then replied, "Very good."

Nian Weiji asked: "What about other aspects? Is the sex life harmonious? Have you made plans for the future? Ah, I don't discriminate against gays, so you don't have to worry about anything."

"It's none of your business." Wei Zi gave him a false look.

"I'm just curious," Nian Weiji rubbed his chin: "Other couples in love, such as Xu Qixiang and Ni Shang, always keep in touch with each other. If you live together, there will be traces of each other everywhere in your life." The traces should also be reflected on you. But, Wei Zixu, you never mentioned him once, as if..."

As if he is not important to you at all.

Wei Zixu stared at Nian Wei, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "We are fine, thank you for your concern. Doctor Nian, you need to change your random analysis of other people's faults. Besides, you are just guessing without evidence. It's getting farther and farther from the truth—”

"The desire to leave traces on your lover is a manifestation of possessiveness." Nian Weiji continued: "In a good relationship, such traces are more manifested in dressing taste, values, and the way of dealing with others, but directly Hurt the other person's body, this kind of psychology is not healthy. I guess your boyfriend loves you very much, otherwise he would not want to touch your body more than sex. But he expresses possessiveness by hurting you, if not His natural personality is rough, that is, you didn't give him enough sense of security."

At the end of the year, he cleared his throat and winked at Wei Zixu like an emotional expert: "You know, in your boyfriend's love for you, I see a trace of destructive desire. You'd better not let him occupy you." The initiative, otherwise he may not necessarily do anything. But no matter what, I think your boyfriend is actually very pitiful. "

Wei Zixu listened to him casually, turned off the fire, and put the pot on the table: "Okay, what do you know. Eat quickly, or get out."

"I choose to eat." Nian Weiji ended the topic obediently, picked up the chopsticks, and put a piece of noodles into his mouth in a gentle manner.

Then he vomited unrefinedly.

"Hey," Wei Zixu was not very happy: "Is it worth it? I spent time and effort cooking you a meal, so you won't be polite to me?"

"Are you being polite to me?" Nian Wei has wiped the saliva from his mouth with a paper towel: "You made this kind of biochemical weapon for me, so you didn't intend to be polite to me. Didn't I just hurt you a little bit? Do you hate me so much?"

"Huh?" Wei Zixu couldn't believe it: "Biochemical weapons?"

On the opposite side of the dining table, Nian Wei couldn't take it any longer, so he quickly went to Song He and took a piece of durian halberd, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it, just like gargling.Then he took away the plate of spaghetti with tomato and beef brisket from Zhou Tong, and hid away from Wei Zixu to have lunch.

Wei Zixu was seldom treated like this, so he sat at the dining table depressed and muttered: "Is it so bad? I obviously tried my best..."

He hasn't cooked by himself for three years, and he doesn't know how far his cooking skills have degraded. Now, looking at the messy noodles, he plucked up his courage and picked up a chopstick to try it.Wei Zixu's reaction was not as straightforward as Nian Weiji's. He finally swallowed the mouthful vainly, and after seeing that there was no one around, he silently poured out the noodles, took lunch from Zhou Tong, and pretended to be innocent. It happened.

At the end of the year, he finished his lunch and walked slowly to the stairs.He entered the swimming pool room. The midday sun was warm and bright, shining in from the glass wall outside the spiral staircase, and the blood-red pool water was sparkling.Sun umbrellas and deck chairs are set up next to the pool, which at first glance looks like the equipment of a high-end resort.Nian Wei was already fascinated by the scenery, and turned back to bring a cup of strawberry milkshake. He put the milkshake on the coffee table next to the recliner, and lay down lazily on the recliner, enjoying the leisure time.

The outside of the building is surrounded by lush plants and lush greenery. At the end of the year, he relaxed his eyes for a while, took out his tablet computer and started recording.He created a new file called "subject118" and wrote: "Director, possibly male, age unknown, director of DEATHSHOW."

At the end of the year, I have been writing intermittently, recording all the speeches the director has published, and at the same time writing down his emotions and possible motives when he speaks, and building a medical record file for the director, just like he did for all his patients .

At the end of the year, he was already concentrating on sorting out the cases, and he didn't notice when there was someone more beside him.

Wearing nothing but a pair of board shorts, Mick lay under another parasol, his head resting on his wrist, sunglasses shading his high browbones.Caucasians like to sunbathe, and it’s not unusual for the end of the year. Maybe pool beer and sunbathing are the best way for Mick to relax. After all, he stepped on two “traps” in the game and needs to relieve his psychological pressure.

There are two deck chairs under each parasol, and Nian Weiji and Mick are under the two parasols respectively, separated by a deck chair, without interfering with each other.

"Huh, so lively?"

A gentle male voice sounded behind Nian Weiji. He turned his head and saw Wei Zixu walking down the stairs in a bathrobe and walking straight to the recliner next to Mick.Wei Zixu's belt was loosely drawn, his wet black hair stuck to the back of his neck, and his water-stained skin was fair and smooth, exuding a vaguely obscene aura.This is not the same as Wei Zixu, who has been seeing him for a long time, which makes him feel very out of harmony.

"You're really contrived." Nian Weiji said to Wei Zixu.

"You're welcome." Wei Zixu lowered his head with a smile, and said in Nian Weiji's ear, "It's not for you anyway."