The Game Show of Death: Demons of Reason

Wei Zixu did what he said, completely ignoring the end of the year, and sat next to Mick.

Mick turned his head to look at Wei Zixu, frowning slightly, but there were only two parasols beside the swimming pool, and he couldn't move them to other places, so he had to lie down again, with his hands drawn back from the back of his head and folded on his lower abdomen, looking a bit irritable.

At the end of the year, no matter how incomprehensible he was, he could see that he was in the way here. He stood up and prepared to go upstairs. He noticed that there was an item box in the corner of the swimming pool, which provided swimming goggles, floating boards and other equipment.At the end of the year, he poked at random and pulled out a small water gun.Nian Wei had filled the small water gun with water, and it was very convenient to hold it in his hand. He suddenly thought of a bad idea, sat on the recliner again, and turned sideways to face Wei Zixu and Mick.

"Are you okay? I think your 'traps' are quite dangerous." Wei Zixu said to Mick in English.

Mick didn't look at Wei Zixu: "Your tongue has healed, can you speak normally?"

"Hey - hello -" Nian Weiji yelled at Wei Zixu in a low voice, Wei Zixu was so annoyed that he turned his head and made a silent gesture.Nian Weiji lowered his voice and said to him: "Let's try the 'water gun therapy'. From now on, if you tell a lie, I will shoot you in the face."

Wei Zixu ignored the end of the year and continued to hook up with Mick: "I'm a little worried about your injury. There are wound medicines in the room next to the 'entertainment room'. I'll get some for you." Wei Zixu said this with a vivid expression on his face. worried look.He suddenly felt a chill on his legs, looked down, and saw that Nian Wei had ejaculated a splash of water on his calf, the water stains were absorbed by the bathrobe, sticking wetly to his skin.

"No, it's just a little burn on the sole of the foot, it's not serious." Mick refused, "But if I see that bastard director, I will kill him."

Wei Zixu was silent for a few seconds, and said, "I thought DEATHSHOW was kidnapping in the same area, but Mick, you are Spanish, so the scope is too big. Mick, what were you doing before you came here, and what do you think the murderer is?" close to you?"

Mick recalled: "It was night, and I was doing proofreading in my studio. My studio is by the lake, and it stands to reason that no one would come."

"Studio?" Wei Zixu became interested: "Mick, are you an artist?"

"No." Mick denied, without further explanation.

"Well, I just wanted to say that I am engaged in the film and television industry, and I have something to do with art. We may have common topics." Wei Zixu regretted.He turned sideways, his eyes glanced at Mick's upper body, and he said appreciatively, "You have such a good figure, you usually pay attention to it."

Wei Zixu was seriously discussing the kidnapping with Mick, but suddenly the conversation changed to mention Mick's figure, obviously his motives were not pure.But fitness experts have a kind of fanaticism about their own body shape. Mick's face hasn't changed much, and he straightened his chest calmly: "It's okay, I live far from the city, and I usually train my muscles according to my own method. Qun, it looks like the effect of equipment training, but in fact, my cardiopulmonary function is far stronger than that of gym training."

"Oh, create your own method?" Wei Zixu answered, "I often go to the gym, but I can't reach my goal. Can you guide me if you have time?"

Nourishes—

Another jet of water hit Wei Zixu's chest, making him shiver from the cold.

"Wait out." Mick said, "I'm not in the mood right now."

Wei Zixu wiped off the water with his bathrobe, and said at the same time, "Okay then. Mick, can I ask if you have a boyfriend?"

Mick raised his eyebrows: "No."

Wei Zixu smiled, his brows and eyes curved into soft arcs, looking charming and innocent, he said softly, "What a coincidence, neither do I."

Nian Weiji unceremoniously shot him in the face several times.Wei Zixu spat out a mouthful of water, wiped his face angrily, turned his head and yelled at Nianwei, "Hey!"

"Jin." Mick saw Jin walking towards the stairs, called her, stood up and plopped into the pool, swimming towards her in freestyle. Mick's muscular body undulates in the pool water, and the shark's muscles are like floating scales, firm and shapely, attracting Wei Zixu to look at him intently. Mick said that his figure is not built through equipment training, but a combination of various sports in the countryside. It can be seen from his superb swimming skills that his physical fitness is among the best among the rest.

"What a nice waist and butt." Wei Zixu commented: "Sleeping with him must be very nice."

Nian Wei has interrupted his dirty speech: "You have a boyfriend, you can't sleep with him."

"So I just thought about it." Wei Zixu said.

At the end of the year: "No, I don't think you just think about it."

"Don't worry about it." Wei Zixu's clothes were full of water stains, so wet that he could only take them off and put them on the back of the chair, and at the same time reprimanded Nian Weiji: "Stop targeting me with those weird treatments, use the water gun threw."

Nian Weiji stretched out his index finger and shook it: "How is it a weird therapy? The 'water gun therapy' was created by a British psychologist. Whenever the patient lied or deliberately covered up, he would shoot the patient with a water gun to make the patient Only by facing himself can he find out the crux of the problem, which is a very popular emerging therapy."

During the conversation, Mick had already landed, said something in Spanish to Jin, and then walked down the stairs with Jin.

"It seems to be Spanish." Nian Weiji said: "I don't think it's fair. They have translators in their ears. They can understand us when we speak Mandarin, but we can't understand them when they don't speak English. Like It is a natural encryption, and their communication within the team will not be eavesdropped by others."

Wei Zixu: "That's right, but there's nothing we can do about it."

At the end of the year, he thought for a while, then turned his head and said to Wei Zixu, "Well, Biaogang Budong is still Ula."

"What?" Wei Zixu looked at him blankly.

"You don't understand Shanghainese." Nian Weiji said helplessly, "But I only know English, Mandarin and Shanghainese." He buried himself in the tablet and wrote: " Favoring foreigners, racist tendency is tentative."

"What are you writing?" Wei Zixu asked him.

The end of the year: "I did a case analysis for Xiaodai, and I'm sorting out all Xiaodai's words and deeds and the clues in the DEATHSHOW environment, and see if I can find anything."

Mick led Jin to his room, closed the door, and there were only the two of them in the closed room, but Mick still didn't dare to relax his vigilance, and asked Jin quietly in Spanish: "What is your tarot card skill? Tell me." , I will make the best of our two skills."

Jin looked around Mick's room, not saying anything.

Mick and Jin have been together for two days, but still can't figure out her temper, so he can only explain his reason to Jin: "Now we only know that Song He's skill is 'Perspective', and Xu Qixiang's skill is for fighting. But I don't know your skills, and I can't help you plan the best use, I'm afraid it's a waste. Jin, do you understand what I mean? Show me your cards."

Jin's eyes stopped behind Mick, and he strode over.

There is a harp in the corner of Mick's room. It is more than two meters high and is pure white from the body to the strings. Jin stood in front of the harp and plucked a string with her brown fingers, and the harp made a soft note that brushed her cheek like a feather, startling Jin.

"It's a harp, haven't you seen it?"

Mick walked to her side, plucked the harp with one hand, and played a short piece of music: "I learned it when I was a child, and used it to accompany the choir. I haven't touched the harp for many years. Only by playing the piano can I feel a little more at ease."

Mick recalled when he was a child, smiled slightly, and found Jin staring at him with bright eyes when he came back.

"Um, do you still want to hear it? Well, I'll play you the full version." Mick moved to the seat and began to play a piece of music under Jin's gaze. The melody was slow and beautiful, and it was a hymn to the Lord. After Mick played the prelude, he sang a lyric in a low voice:

"No other name but the name of Jesus"

"No other name but the name of the Lord"

"No other name but the name of Jesus"

"is worthy of glory, and worthy of honour"

"Andworthy of power and all praise"

Mick is skillful, and the sound of the piano is cathartic.The curtains were drawn in the room, the light was dim, and time stood still.The muffled chants are reminiscent of church sermons, eyes closed and prayed, as if all sins could be forgiven, and original sin could be loved. After Mick sang, the sound of the piano stopped, and the striped carpet in the game facility was still in front of him. The killing and panic will continue, and there is no way to avoid it. Maybe God only exists in the hearts of people, not in the world.

"Hey, I haven't played it for a long time. I only remember this one." Mick looked at the ground, as if he was ashamed to say: "I composed this song myself, and I've never played it in front of anyone. It's normal for you to find it unpleasant."

After Mick finished speaking, he waited for a while, but there was no reaction from Jin. Looking at her, Jin seemed to be still immersed in the sound of the piano, and after recovering, he clapped his hands vigorously.Such a majestic woman clapped her hands and looked stupid, but Mick was surprised for a moment, and said "thank you" without opening her eyes.

"I was always a member of the teenage choir. I left home as an adult and never went to church again."

Mick withdrew his hand and said slowly: "I was born in a religious family and was baptized as soon as I was born, but I have always doubted the existence of the Lord. Now it seems that I did not serve him, and he finally abandoned me."

His wrists were suddenly gripped by two brown hands, and Jin shook his head firmly as he grabbed him. Mick took a closer look and found that her arms were covered with small scars, without stitches, and all healed naturally.

"You woman...what kind of life did you live before?" Mick stroked her right wrist and brought up the tarot card interface, but Jin didn't stop him. Mick read the description, frowned and thought: "It turned out to be a 'chariot'..."

Seeing that Mick didn't speak, Jin wanted to withdraw his hand, but was held down by Mick, who also pulled out his tarot cards to show Jin.On the translucent card surface, a clown stood on a cliff juggling, tossing a skull and a crown, smiling horribly.The card name appeared on the card: "The Fool (The Fool)".

"Jin, we will definitely win."

"Mick just jumped into the water." Nian Wei sat up straight, looked into the pool, and said with admiration, "Don't you try it out in advance? See if he doesn't hurt, it should be a normal pool."

The empty swimming pool was rippling in front of them, the blood-red pool water was crystal clear, exuding the clean smell of disinfection.Wei Zixu looked at the end of the year and eagerly walked to the pool, squatted down to play in the water, and stretched his calf in while saying, "The water temperature is not bad."

Wei Zixu's eyelids twitched, finally waiting for the words he least wanted to hear.Nian Weiji waved to him and said, "Shall we swim in the water too?"

"I can't swim." Wei Zixu refused.

Nian Weiji stared at his lower body: "Aren't you wearing swimming trunks?"

Wei Zixu: "This is underwear."

But at the end of the year, he is very interested. Swimming is one of the few sports he likes.He stood on the shore for a visual inspection, and stretched his arms forward. He wanted to dive handsomely like Mick, but after a few gestures, he gave up. He turned around and supported the handrail of the swimming pool, and stepped into the water step by step like an old man.Wei Zixu was hesitant to talk on the shore, and wanted to ask Nian Weiji if he didn't change his swimsuit, but he really couldn't imagine Nian Weiji wearing only a pair of swimming trunks.

After entering the water at the end of the year, he freestyled to the center of the pool, came out of the water, shook his hair, and said to Wei Zixu, "The water is very shallow. I guess it was designed so that even the shortest person here can't drown. Come down, it's very easy." safe."

Wei Zixu looked at him coldly: "I said I can't swim."

"I'll teach you." Nian Weiyou swam to him, "The tuition fee is included in the treatment fee, just call me together after you go out."

However, Wei Zixu did not accept this burden, he wrapped his bathrobe and left the reclining chair: "I'm going back."

Nian Weiji supported the edge of the swimming pool, wondering: "What's the matter, suddenly unhappy? All right, then come and pull me ashore."

Wei Zixu: "The ladder is on your left."

At the end of the year: "Give me a hand."

Wei Zixu was reluctant to pull him ashore, but couldn't bear Nianwei's eager gaze, so he knelt down and handed him his hand.Nian Wei already held Wei Zixu's hand, put his feet on the wall of the swimming pool, and leaned back vigorously, forcing Wei Zixu into the water.Wei Zixu held his breath in time so that he didn't choke on the water. He raised his foot to teach the perpetrator a lesson, but at the end of the year he had already swam away cleverly, and circled around Wei Zixu with a playful smile.

His clothes were soaked, his black hair and black shirt were fused into one, water droplets slipped from his eyebrows and bridge of nose, his skin was swayed by the net-like reflections caused by the water surface, and his eyes were extremely bright, as if buried gems mine.Wei Zixu let out a long breath, buried the lower half of his face in the water, his eyes rolled with the end of the year.At the end of the year, this person often makes him feel very powerless, unable to understand him, unable to restrain him, and even less able to criticize him.Wei Zixu couldn't figure it out either, he was only seven points handsome at most at the end of his life, but he was very confident, and he smiled like a heartless fool, so sweet that Wei Zixu's back molars hurt.

"You know what?" Wei Zixu said unhappily, "Now you're like a bitch seducing federal agents in a swimming pool."

"Oh?" Nian Weiji asked him enthusiastically:

"Then did I succeed?"