clock trap

The box where the accident happened was the one facing the stage, and only one person lived there.

At first, no one noticed something was wrong, but the strong smell of blood permeated too quickly. In such a place, everyone knows what this smell means.

After unsuccessfully knocking on the door, someone opened the door of this box. The situation inside was both expected and unexpected.

People are naturally dead, but the scene is extremely tragic.

This box is bigger than Yu Sen's and the others. The bed is at the innermost side against the wall, and the dead man's legs seemed to be torn from the knees, and the bones and muscles were broken into pieces. A lot of blood in the room came from Coming out of the broken leg.

But the two broken legs fell on the side of the bed, the soles of the feet were bare, but the remaining half of the body had already moved to the door, dragging out a mottled bloodstain.

The pool of blood spread to almost every part of the box. The man's face showed the fear and ferocity that could not get rid of even the last moment, and the deep despair after desperately trying to survive. He stretched his right hand towards the door, congealed What he looked like before he died.

Someone whispered: "This look... I'm afraid he lost too much blood to death."

"Did you hear his cries for help last night? Why didn't I hear anything?"

"I didn't hear it. I didn't sleep well, but I didn't hear a sound."

"I don't even know how he died."

"Then who knows, probably only ghosts know."

And some people who have seen the red dancing shoes at night and successfully avoided them did not say much, nor did they remind them. Everyone knows that in such a world, too many people will not die at once. If the unlucky ones are killed in the next red shoe trap, they will live a little longer.

......

When Yu Sen pushed open the door, his nose could smell the bloody smell sensitively, and he subconsciously covered his mouth and nose with his palms. The smell was inhaled into his body, and his restless stomach began to stir again.

Si Xuanyang held him back: "Forget it, if you can't smell it, we won't go over and read it. Tell us about it after Si Nan finishes reading it."

Yu Sen hesitated, nodded and agreed: "OK."

In fact, he can't do it if he doesn't agree. In his current state, he probably doesn't need to see that scene. He can spit out sour water just by getting close to that box and smelling it.

After waiting at the stairs for a while, Si Nan and Luo Yu came over and shook their heads: "It probably died of excessive blood loss, why don't you go and have a look?"

"I can't stand the smell," Yu Sen curled his lips, "Excessive blood loss? Where is the wound?"

"Legs, the two legs are like being torn apart, from the kneecap, you know, just like the chicken wings we usually eat, tearing the bone, pulling and pulling and turning around, is that A wound." Si Nan said.

"You don't need to describe it in such detail..." Yu Sen swallowed with a pale face, trying to expel the imaginary picture in his mind.

"I should have put on red dancing shoes in the middle of the night." Si Xuanyang put a hand on Yu Sen's back and patted him gently.

"What red dancing shoes? He didn't wear any shoes on his feet." Si Nan and Luo Yu looked at each other, confused.

"The shoes must have disappeared when everyone is dead. Didn't you see them last night?" Yu Sen looked at Si Xuanyang in surprise, "I woke up in the middle of the night and almost put on a pair of red dancing shoes by the bed. I reacted quickly and didn't get hit."

Thinking of last night, he breathed a sigh of relief: it should be fortunate that his delicate stomach got sick at the right time.

"It's probably the result of putting it on." Si Xuanyang said, "It's lucky that you didn't meet, but you should pay attention to it in the next few nights, don't step into it after falling asleep."

Thinking of the bloody scene he saw just now, Si Nan shuddered and nodded repeatedly.

......

Today's song and dance theater is not the same as last night, there are more 'people'.

It is said that they are people, but whoever looks at them will not think that they are a group of real people.

Looking at the dancers dressed like the former theater dance troupe, the girls and boys are mostly young, their hair is all fixed with hairspray in a docile way, and they are slender and in good shape.

It's just that the whole body is covered with a gray and dead air, his face is blue and black, his behavior is stiff and weird, and there is a gloomy chill in his eyes, which makes his scalp numb and his heart tremble.

Yu Sen scanned their shoes carefully with his eyes, they were either black or white, and none of them were red.

They followed these people to the backstage. In addition to the rows of waiting rooms, there was also a place similar to a temporary restaurant, the largest in size, with some buffet food and a few long tables, and everyone ate in one room.

Including those dancers who are not human.

Eating at the same table with a group of dead people is scary just thinking about it. Seeing this posture, many people simply took the food and squatted outside to eat, which was better than chewing wax under the gloomy eyes.

Yu Sen walked around the buffet supply table, and all he saw were fruits with low sugar content, yogurt, boiled corn, etc., most of which were cold, so he took some, and stood in the outer corridor with Si Xuanyang slowly. After eating slowly, a bad premonition inexplicably rose in my heart.

——Breakfast shouldn’t be the richest and most appetizing, right?

I thought 'Bah, bah, bah' a few times, thinking that it shouldn't be so unlucky, but people's premonitions are often so wonderful.

At noon, the food on the buffet serving counter has completely changed, boiled vegetables, sashimi, white chicken without salt and taste, soup with strange colors, half and half bananas with black center... ..

He didn't even need to eat, just by looking at it, he could feel the protest from his stomach, which was bigger than himself.

"This place is my burial place, oh my god..." Yu Sen rolled his eyes up and fell on Si Xuanyang.

"Don't worry, I'll go and see if there's anything you can eat." Si Xuanyang patted his waist and told him to stay where he was and look for it alone.

Not only him, but other people also ate like dishes. Most of the slightly acceptable sashimi was taken, but there was no wasabi and soy sauce, and they couldn't eat a few slices even if they were dry, and they were still not full.

Yu Sen can roughly guess that this is not intentional to punish him, but the setting of the world is like this. Dancers need to eat food to maintain their figure, and add a little buff of "not letting players feel better" that should be added to the land of death. It became like this.

But his stomach was too bad at the wrong time. After eating these things for a few days, he would probably die of pain.

Sighing and clutching his stomach, Yu Sen stood by the door for a long time before Si Xuanyang came back to him and handed him something: "You eat this."

"What..." Yu Sen took it subconsciously, looked down, and was stunned.

A few pieces of green vegetables, a few pieces of normal-colored banana slices, and carefully blanched fish fillets were sandwiched between two pieces of white-colored chicken breasts, and the outside was covered with a layer of paste like lotus root flour.

It's weird, but it's not ugly for some reason, and it looks like it's very hard to match.

Yu Sen raised his head and glanced at Si Xuanyang, who was staring at the mixed sandwich in his hand, obviously not satisfied, with a helpless expression: "There are too many kinds of sandwiches, maybe it will be difficult to digest and increase the burden on the stomach, But if it’s too simple, you probably would rather not eat it, and it will probably hurt even more.”

Si Nan sighed beside him, and suddenly felt that introducing Yu Sen to Si Xuanyang was actually hurting his younger brother—because this brother Yu is really hard to support!

The author says:

Precious pets are hard to keep