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The "spring equinox" room is not far from the "beginning of spring" room.

The detective kicked and slammed the door, but unfortunately the door was too thick.

"I'll do it!" Sunshine Three Butterflies became clever this time, found a hammer out of nowhere, and hit the door frame with a "boom, bang, bang" indiscriminately.

The door slanted open.

A strong smell of blood came over his face.

Sunshine Three Butterflies held on to the door frame, so as not to pass out.

It was a surprisingly large room.

From the floor to the walls to the ceiling, there was blood all over.

From the floor to the bed to the table, everything is part of the human being.

Thighs, arms, torso... I don't know which part of the muscle has residual reflexes, and it still jumps and jumps.

There is also a section of intestines, dangling from the tube lamp.

Chop into eight pieces.

A bloody chainsaw was thrown on the ground so casually.

The entire wall is covered with LCD screens, some are bright, some are black.On one screen was an empty resting place.

The host they were looking for was placed on the long table in front of the LCD screen.

Just behind the host, there is a head with eyes wide open, with an expression of disbelief.

She was the master planner who left at some point last night.

"This, this..." Sunshine Three Butterflies didn't know what to say.

This is completely different from what they imagined.

They all thought that the program group was the real culprit behind the scenes, but who knew that even the main planner died in the sound of music.

"It cannot be explained." The detective mused.

The butler stared at the LCD screen: "If the program team didn't do it, then the reason for the next murder..." Will it be broadcast?

Sunshine Three Butterflies suggested weakly: "Can we go back to the resting place and watch?"

Although the scene of killing Ah Jin was bloody, at least it was a dog, but now he is a "freshly dead" person who has been dismembered. Even if he has seen the death of Wang Yanyan and Zhou Yuanhao, he is still quite uncomfortable at the moment.

The projector lived up to Sunshine Sanddie's expectations.

However, before everyone was ready, it started playing.

In the video, the main planner is tied to a chair, facing the camera and crying for mercy:

"Yes, our real goal is a reality killing show... At that time, the dead will just have to shirk it to accidents... The $[-] million is just a gimmick, and the people who get the money in the end are all insiders..."

The piercing sound of the chainsaw sounded, and writing appeared on the screen:

Name: Liang Pinghui.

Occupation: "Reality Killing Show" monitor.

Responsibilities: Secretly control the killing, and use all means to create a terrorist atmosphere.

"A reality killing show..." Sunshine Three Butterflies shuddered.

"The horror atmosphere in the Spring Equinox room is even worse." The detective looked at the housekeeper.

"We have an insider here who knows the inside story." Sunshine Three Butterfly suggested, "This person must have a way to get everyone to leave."

"No, look at the current situation—the videos are all ready." The detective said, "Liang Pinghui is also on the death list, but she doesn't know it."

Sunshine Three Butterflies were taken aback: "What? Are we going to continue?"

"Let's go find the fourth red envelope." The detective said seriously, "Have you noticed that this time, the murderer committed the crime under our noses and then left. He is still on the island."

"Yes. And..." the butler felt a little helpless, "There should be someone here who knows how to hack."

"I think, I can solve this problem." Suddenly a voice sounded.

Everyone took a closer look, and it turned out to be a poet who spoke.

The poet and the doctor were the last to enter the room, and the last to return to the resting place.

Those with sharp eyes noticed that the poet had already changed into a pair of trousers when he entered the room.The jacket was not changed, only the trousers were changed. Those who guessed it did not say what the reason was, and those who could not guessed it did not bother to guess.

Life is almost lost, who cares about that.

The little yellow duck noticed.

It pays more attention to another question: "The poet—and writer, didn't understand the source of the lyrics?"

"It's probably a knowledge blind spot. College students couldn't answer it at first." Zhang Xian remained expressionless, "What interests me is that he is actually a hacker."

The poet's glasses had already drifted away when he fell into the water. He narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "I have some experience, but I need assistance."

"Assist?"

"Yes, the first thing is to check the hardware. For example, the hidden camera and sound collector in the equinox room, including various components in the host. Only after checking that there is no danger can it be used."

"Hackers still do this?" The doctor was a little surprised.

The poet finally showed a gleam of brilliance, which was his self-confidence when it came to his field of expertise: "There was once a company that was blackmailed by hackers, and the network was disconnected every 1000 minutes if it didn't hand over 10 million. Please ask foreign aid to check and find no problems."

"and after?"

"Later, the police solved the case. The hacker bribed a security guard to unplug the network cable every 10 minutes." The poet said, "Hardware inspection always takes precedence over software."

"Okay! I'll leave the task to you! I'll help you," the detective said.

"I'll go too." The doctor suggested, "That room is full of blood, let's work together to move the host out."

"Then I... I'll rely on you guys." Sunshine Sandie said weakly, "I'm sorry, I'm really on top."

"Me too." The college student was also weak, her face was so red that it burned.

The housekeeper stood up: "Before we move things, we may still find red envelopes in the room."

A moment of silence.

Three people have died, who knows who will be next.

Sunshine Three Butterflies saw the butler come out with a red envelope, and he was in a bad mood.

There is still a small note with the time written on it.

Looking at this fatal note, Sunshine Sandie said to the poet sincerely: "Brother, please!"

—— Please write a program quickly, so that we don't have to worry about it!

Detectives are checking the security of the mainframe, and doctors are checking peripherals.Then the two of them worked together to move the host keyboard and monitor to the front desk, pull up the wiring board, and turn on the power.

——Of course, at this time Sunshine Three Butterflies had already borrowed the butler's cane and knocked down all the cameras in the lobby.

The rain stopped, the night was dark, and the town was lit up with sporadic lights again.

"I have to find some medicine and some food." The doctor said, "I don't think you are in good spirits."

This is still to put it politely, falling into the water, walking, fighting the fire... even a hard-nosed person can't stand it if he hasn't eaten all day.

The college student was already in a daze with fever and lost consciousness.

The only ones who were better off among these people were the detective and the housekeeper who had decided to stay in the town.Not only did the two of them not run around, but they also had a full meal.

So the soldiers are divided into two groups, complementary collocation.

Butlers, poets, and college students stayed in the lobby. No one wanted to be separated, and being alone was the most dangerous.

Detectives, doctors, and Sunshine Three Butterflies went out to find supplies, mainly food and medicine, and the hotel did not lack warm bedding.

24 hours ago, they were secretly intriguing with the idea that "this is a game".

But now, they have to hold together in order to survive.

The poet also used his ability to press the bottom of the box, moving ten fingers quickly on the keyboard.

They must know the relationship between the note time and solar terms.

Sweat rolled down the poet's forehead, and he didn't even raise his hand to wipe it.

"Ding—" the elevator sounded suddenly.

The poet's finger trembled and he typed the wrong character.

He looked up.

The sounds of "crack-crack", "crack-crack" and "crack-crack" sounded monotonously and repeatedly.

A three-story trolley slowly appeared in the corridor.

The person pushing the cart gradually revealed himself as the housekeeper.

The poet breathed a sigh of relief: "Scared me."

"It took me a while to find the trolley," the butler replied.

Pushing the car makes it easier to carry things.

The butler put several thermoses and a basin of hot water in the car.

He walked to the sofa and stopped.

Before leaving, those people arranged two single sofas facing each other, and put a cushion on it for the college students to lie down and rest.

The college student wrapped in five layers of quilts was still shivering, feeling uneasy in a coma.

"Brother...Brother..." She seemed to be having a nightmare, her voice was tense and flustered, she wobbled and shook her head violently from time to time.

Dreams are often the most realistic reflections of a person's subconscious mind.

She dreamed about her brother, what happened to him?or something else?

The butler wet the towel and wiped the cold sweat off her forehead.

"Did she do something to offend my brother? Will she die too?" the little yellow duck asked in his pocket.

Its voice can only be heard by Zhang Xian, and when Zhang Xian talks to it, no one else can hear it.

"Hard to say."

"Why do you think Huo Yiluo's world is so cruel. One after another, he died unexpectedly, and he is also finished—you don't want to take the opportunity to kill his dark side and make a pure and noble version Huo Yiluo, right?" the little yellow duck chattered.

"Impossible. Where there is light, there is shadow, and where there is light, there is darkness. The consequence of killing one side is that the other side also dies." Zhang Xian said, "This is the consensus of the world above two dimensions."

The real world is a three-dimensional world.

The one-dimensional world, by analogy, is a "point" with no area.

The two-dimensional world, by analogy, is a "line" without volume.

"Then there is an exception of one-dimensional." The little yellow duck said.

"One-dimensional has only one side. Has it ever developed? It is static, and there is no difference between being alive and dead."

"Okay. If you don't get rid of these dark sides, then let Huo Yiluo's world be so chaotic? Where is he?" Little Yellow Duck asked, "Don't you want to wait for everyone to die before coming to the Second Eye?"

"No need." Zhang Xian said, "I probably understand what's going on,"

"What's going on?" The little yellow duck was quite interested.

"You think about the reason for their death."

"Reason for death? The first is dog abuse, the second is mistreatment of employees, and the third is a killing show. Is there any connection?" the little yellow duck asked

Zhang Xian smiled: "They are not guilty of death, but they are all dead. This is the two sides of the subconscious, that is, to analyze one thing from two aspects."

"Which two aspects?"

"Repress, release."

"Do those perverted things because you suppress yourself, and then release yourself to destroy them?" The little yellow duck only felt that the child's psychology was twisted.

"On the contrary." Zhang Xian said, "Most people will have a kind of naive cruelty when they are young-but, in childhood, there is no distinction between good and evil."

He suddenly said such a mouth, and the little yellow duck felt inexplicable: "Why did you suddenly change the subject?"

"No." Zhang Xian said, "Order is given by society, and instinct is innately engraved in genes."

Desires in childhood are instincts, such as crying if there is no milk; putting everything in your mouth to bite; grabbing everything you see.But in the eyes of adults, there must be a limit to these, and if it is crossed, it will be perverted and distorted.

From then on, children learn order and integrate into society through trial and error again and again—but this will only happen when their brains develop enough to accept the concept of 'order'.Including the guidance of young people, it is also carried out slowly with the growth of age.

If there is no proper guidance, restricting the young child when his desire is not satisfied, this kind of desire for insufficiency will not disappear, but will be hidden in the depths of the subconscious, and it will explode at any time.

Children who were restricted from playing with toys when they were young will inevitably buy a lot of toys when they grow up.Children who were restricted from drinking beverages when they were young will involuntarily like beverages when they grow up.A good girl in childhood may marry a libertine when she grows up, and a bullied person in childhood may kill someone with a knife.Children who were not given pacifiers when they were young grew up... a large number of them became smokers.It's all for this reason.

Childhood experiences affect a lifetime, cannot be shaken off, and are indelible.

"What does your theory have to do with the present?" The little yellow duck doesn't quite understand human needs.

"Let Huo Yiluo turn 'suppression' and 'release' into motivation." Zhang Xian said, "Now we just need to speed up the process."

"Huh? Have you figured out a way?"

Zhang Xian stretched out his hand and scratched the little yellow duck's head: "There is a way, whether it can be realized or not, you have to work hard."

The little yellow duck suddenly had a surge of joy, and it didn't know where it came from, and it lingered in his mind for a long time.

It thought a little dazedly.

——He can't leave me, hehe.

Suddenly the poet's exclamation came from the front desk: "Impossible!"

The author has something to say: Brother Yan: The clarion call for a counterattack has sounded!

System: tick tick tick tick tick tick tick ~~~~~~

Author: ...the horn and the trumpet are still very different (Fu forehead