clock trap

The ingredients are not very good, even if Si Xuanyang is good at it, the taste is really weird.Yu Sen ate more than half of it whole, and stopped eating after feeling less hungry.

He took out the program card, browsed it from top to bottom, and found that there would be several stage performances in the afternoon before it was too late.

And the main scene of the program is naturally the last "Red Shoes Mourning Love".

He thought that the red shoes must not be worn by any dancer, and the girl on the note that "killed the girl in the red shoes" must be a specific person, and these can only be observed after watching the show come out.

After writing down the time on the playlist, Yu Sen took Si Xuanyang to the backstage for a walk.

The theater is quite formal, each lounge has a sign on the door, which indicates the names of the dance troupe members and the name of the main program. Basically, members of the same program are in the same large lounge.

In a relatively special lounge, the door was closed, and only one person's name was hung - Ruan Xin: Du, lead dancer.

Yu Sen glanced at the program list again, the name of the main dancer was not written under "Red Shoes Mourning the Love", but he had an intuition that this Ruan Xin must have a huge connection with this dance and this task.

As for the protagonist, he must be special, and the single room is not a signal.

Not only him, but other people would naturally think the same way, and all their dark eyes were fixed on this door.But after wandering around the corridor for a few times, no one dared to knock on the door directly.

Shoot the first bird, if you accidentally trigger something, you won't regret taking the medicine.

In the afternoon, the song and dance theater opened.

Because the natural light that can penetrate the theater is relatively weak, the ceiling lights on the dome and the surrounding wall lights are always on during the day, and now before the performance starts, the lights are dimmed little by little, leaving only the background halo on the stage , the auditorium was dimly lit, and a dozen or so people looked at each other, hesitated for a while, and sat next to each other's closest and most trusted companions.

When the line of sight is obstructed, it is the most likely time to panic. Some people suggest that everyone should not disperse, but get together. Some people agree, but some people still have concerns.

Yu Sen and the others discussed it, and chose to sit with the majority of people who gathered together.

The dim light makes people nervous. Yu Sen's psychological quality is very good, but this body seems to have undergone some kind of transformation in the world of clocks, making him a little more fragile. At this moment, the slight night blindness makes his heart fluctuate. Next, the tingling pain of palpitations made his stomach start to rebel, and the pain was like a gradually raging tide, hitting him again and again.

Yu Sen's fingers clenched the shirt on his abdomen, his knuckles were whitened, and he pressed against his stomach forcefully. The intermittent breathing and puffing sound caused Si Xuanyang to worry uncontrollably in the dark.

He reached out and groped for a while, then held Yu Sen's hand above his abdomen, and said softly with concern that he couldn't hide: "Stomach hurts again?"

He slowly stroked Yu Sen's fingers, the knuckles were tightly gripped, as if they were about to sink into the flesh, as cold as jade, as if they would break if they were folded, and the fingertips were still moist, making people want to hold hands and not want to let go .

Yu Sen took a deep breath, and before the performance started, he turned his head and took a bite on Si Xuanyang's neck, complaining in a sticky tone: "The chicken breast at noon is not digestible at all, I don't want to eat it anymore Alright, let me eat you to fill my stomach at night."

"Okay," Si Xuanyang felt the slight tingling pain on his neck, and he did not hide or scream, and agreed kindly: "I will cut a piece of meat at night, and I will make soup for you. Which part do you want to eat?"

Yu Sen swallowed: "... ribs, ribs?"

Si Nan, who was listening to the whole process, couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I'm sick!"

Will his younger brother and best friend develop a bloody love story?

Si Xuanyang glanced at him coldly: "Actually, pig's trotter soup is quite nourishing, so why not cut off Si Nan's hands and feet and simmer it over a slow fire."

Yu Senyan said: "No, he has swine fever."

Si Nan: "...Fuck your uncle's pig, I don't care about patients."

......

After chatting for a while, the pain in Yu Sen's body eased a little. After about a few minutes, even the lights on the stage began to dim, and the whispers around him faded away. Dancers ran lightly from behind the curtain to center stage.

The stage suddenly lit up, and the thick and tragic symphony sounded from nowhere. In an instant, everyone's ears were filled with this sound, and even the normal volume of the people around them could not be heard clearly.

Yu Sen's hand was tightly held by Si Xuanyang, his palm was sweaty and cold, he felt a little dazed in the midst of the overwhelming and suffocating music, his body felt chilly, even Suddenly there is an illusion of 'the people around me have been replaced by others'.

He turned his head several times to confirm Si Xuanyang's face, but when his eyes moved from the light-filled stage to the darkness beside him, there would always be a few seconds of dark transition, which made him feel uneasy.

Perhaps aware of his worry and uneasiness, Si Xuanyang tilted most of his body towards him again, almost clinging to him, his palm gradually warmed up, covering the top of Yu Sen's stomach, ironing and gentle.

Si Xuanyang kissed Yu Sen's temples lightly, and pressed his lips against his cochlea. The voice was transmitted without any gaps, lingering, and the airflow trembled the eardrums, numb all the way to his heart.

"Don't worry, I'm right here."

The weight of the heart slowly fell to the ground, Yu Sen let out a breath, and turned Si Xuanyang's hand covering his abdomen, his fingers slipped in along the gap, and his fingers were tightly clasped.

......

For the performances on stage, although they are not professional, they also feel that every movement is very graceful, and it needs strong dance skills to support it. The combination of rigidity and softness is smooth and smooth. The only fly in the ointment is the expression.

——It's too 'underworld'.

That face, that look in the eyes, that look, almost had the words 'death' and 'ghost' printed on his forehead.

In addition, everyone's makeup is extremely thick, white/powder covering the face, strong blush, heavy eye makeup, and it is almost impossible to see the original face, coupled with the eyes of "I want to tear you apart", the whole performance Both the atmosphere of the theater and the theater reveal an eerie smell of the underworld.

But the focus of everyone's attention is that no one's shoes are red.

Yu Sen watched carefully, every dancer in the performance has repeats and newcomers, and everyone's shoes are either black or white, two colors, and the lead dancers are not special, they are very normal, except that they are all dead, see Nothing is wrong.

Soon, the first seven performances were all over.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, rubbed the name of the last show on the program list, and felt even more certain in his heart that their mission target this time was the girl in red shoes who was about to start.

His heart pounding faster, Yu Sen slowly tightened his hand with Si Xuanyang, behind the curtain, a touch of red skirt fluttered into his eyes.

The author says:

#被恩口的Si Nan的生活# Poor brother!Thank you brothers and babies for your favorites and comments, starfish jade pendant, okay~