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As the business manager said, the biggest difference between hall B and hall A lies in the number of people. The A-level singing competition is one-on-one, while the B-level singing competition is a group competition with more than five people. By greatly increasing the number of people fighting, the overall battle is more intense degree.

In Hall B arena, there are more than five players at a time, and a maximum of 30 players can play.There is no time limit for each game, whoever can sing till the end without leaving the stage will be the winner of this round.If the winner is not determined before the end of the day of the singing competition, the battle will be postponed until tomorrow, and the like value will be sealed at the same time.

Compared with Hall A, the black body of the singers in Hall B is more aggressive and destructive. Coupled with the increase in the number of people, the scene is more tragic and bloody.Sometimes at the end of a round, all singers lose and there is no winner for that round.

After staying in Hall B for about ten minutes, Shi Zhen turned to Hall S without interest.

Hall S is the most expensive performance hall in the entire hotel. The project is a stage play. The repertoire changes every day. The chief director randomly selects the repertoire on the day. In order to keep it fresh, new scripts are often entered into it, attracting an endless stream of viewers.

In terms of the overall body feeling, in order to maximize the sense of dignity, the entire venue does not have public seats, but all the audience seats are made into exclusive boxes, which absolutely protects the privacy and freedom of the audience.

The stage play is one and a half hours each, and there are only four performances per day. The show starts on time, so don’t worry if you miss it. The audience can go back to the room to watch or apply for a dedicated audio-visual hall to watch again.

It was close to 12:30, and when Shi Zhen entered the box, one-third of the play had already been performed.

The private room is quite spacious, with a large round table in the middle, equipped with six comfortable armchairs, spread out towards the direction of the stage, choosing the best viewing angles.The middle of the round table is decorated with the same style of flowers of the day as the corridor outside, surrounded by snacks, drinks, tea, fresh fruits, and snacks. The table is full of various things, resembling the lively atmosphere of the New Year.

Shi Zhen picked a chair at random and sat down. He could see the performance below, and he could also see the bustling scene of several people in the opposite van sitting together to watch the drama.He didn't like snacks, so he didn't move anything on the table, and only asked the waiter to serve a glass of American style.

Hall S is twice as large as the other two halls, and the stage is also twice as large. The overall plan is the same, with the stage area on the first floor and audience boxes on the second and third floors.

In the middle of the performance hall, a circular stage was visible to the naked eye, towering high in the air, lower than the auditorium on the second floor, and above the best height for the audience.The stage floor is made of mahogany, and rich sets and props are arranged on it. Everyone performs normally on the ground without any lifting facilities.

The dome still exists, and it is also doubled in size. Occasionally, numbers will pop up on the top, and the data of eleven people will be played in a loop. At this time, the number of each actor has exceeded [-].

"Hello, Mr. Shi, do you need some food?" After counting the time, the waiter knocked on the door and came in, graciously handing over the menu.

Shi Zhen was not interested in eating, so he shook his head and said, "No need, thank you."

"Okay." The waiter withdrew.

At this moment, the numbers on the dome had disappeared, and Shi Zhen sat by the guardrail, looking in the direction of the stage expressionlessly.The play was in progress, and more than a dozen people stood in various directions on the stage, each speaking their lines.Something similar to black mist will also appear behind them, but the color is extremely light off-white, close to transparent, if you don't look carefully, you may ignore it.

These white transparent substances are still unfolded from the actor's back, extended into the air, and then mixed with other surrounding mist.Their form is no longer a simple insubstantial form, but a humanoid appearance, which reproduces, changes, and refines the performance of the actors on the stage, and at the same time releases killer moves to cause fatal damage to the enemy.

At this time, the stage was not full, and only two actors were performing.Among them, a short woman, wearing a plain coarse cloth suit and holding a baby in her arms, was complaining to another white-bearded old man with a painful face: "Please do me a favor, he is still so small, if you don't accept him , it is also to be thrown in a corner and left to fend for itself.”

Although the woman had a painful expression on her face, the gray shadow behind her said otherwise.The color of the transparent smoke, which was so pale that it could hardly be seen, gradually deepened, gradually revealing a face similar to that of a woman in coarse cloth.At the beginning, that face showed no expression, but as the story progressed, the expression gradually changed from sadness to joy, and finally the joy turned into a wide-open smile, which became more and more ferocious and distorted, which made people feel extremely uncomfortable Comfortable.

Does the off-white smoke represent the inner drama of the performer?Shi Zhen watched silently, a little puzzled. If the performance is external and the smoke is the true spirit, then what is being performed on the stage is a woman who is unwilling to give up her child on the surface, but is extremely carnival because she can lose her burden in her heart?

The performance on the stage is still going on, and the story is being extended.I saw a little unbelievable expression on the face of the old man with white beard, and asked with doubts: "You... are you going to give up this child?" The gray smoke behind him did not show a face, only stacks of faces Gold coins and a twirling abacus seem to be calculating benefits.

The woman still had a sad and indignant expression, and said in a crying voice: "There is no way, according to the clan rules, I have already shown it to the chief patriarch. He is not the best one, so I can only give up, and it is useless to keep it." The gray smoke His expression showed disgust.

The old man seemed to understand something, so he asked: "Even if he is not the best, he is still your child. Although I know that you already have two children in your family, adding one more child is not bad. Why are you still obsessed with abandoning her?" What about it?" The gray-white smoke didn't move, and it was still gold coins and abacus.

The woman looked distressed and sad, but she didn't answer the old man's question directly, but said pitifully: "It's too pitiful to be left in the wilderness, I just hope that the old man will do a good job to accept him, and give her breath to survive." That's it." Gray smoke showed impatience with disgust and disgust.

Due to the sharp contrast between the two emotions, it seems that the whole stage is caught in a paradox, the reality is cruel, and the spirit is cruel.

After hearing what the woman said, the old man questioned: "Is her sister what you want?" The money and abacus remained unchanged.

The woman smiled slightly, showing a slight expression: "I like it very much." The gray-white smoke changed directly from twisting to a motherly smile.

"Okay." The old man glanced at the baby in the swaddle, sighed, took a small bamboo basket, and threw it in front of the other party: "Put it in, remember, from now on, you will not have this daughter." Hui Bai The gold coins in the smoke began to stack up, and the abacus beads were played quickly.

"Thank you." The woman replied, she put the baby in the basket without hesitation, got up, and left without a trace of nostalgia.Hui Yan showed a relieved expression, followed her closely all the way, and left through the small door on the side of the glass cover.

The stage lights dimmed, and the old man picked up the basket and walked towards the other side, murmuring something in his mouth, the words were blurred, and he couldn't make out what he was singing.Only in the gray smoke, the abacus beads fluctuated crazily, and the gold coins were full, and he seemed to have calculated the increase in value.

People and gray smoke played two opposite stories.Is the white one the true story, or the false story, or vice versa?In addition, spending so much money to come in is to watch a parallel stage play, where is the legendary battle?

Just when Shi Zhen was inexplicable, the door of the box opened suddenly, someone walked in with ease, sat down on the chair on the other side, and asked the waiter to serve two glasses of wine.

"What kind of wine does the child drink?" Shi Zhen didn't look back, but asked the waiter to change the drink.

"I think wine is expensive." Luo Nie said intentionally.

Shi Zhen replied coldly: "You can drink drinks, and the drinks are equivalent to wine."

"(ˉ▽￣～) Cut~~" Luo Nie curled her lips, looked for a snack to eat, sat down in the chair beside Shi Zhen with a smile, and asked again: "You are really rich, and no one can go through every exhibition hall. I did. Guess how I got in here?"

"With the key card." Shi Zhen said, looking at the dark stage.

"Ha, you know all about it." Luo Nie smiled: "S Hall charges according to the box, and you can enter with the key card of the paying party, or someone brings it."

"Hmm." Shi Zhen put down his coffee cup, feeling a little sleepy.

"Where is the performance now?" Luo Nie poked his head out of the stage, looked at the darkness below and asked, "Did that mother throw away the child?"

"I lost it." Shi Zhen replied to him, and asked by the way: "Where is this part of the show? How far is it from the end?"

Luo Nie turned her head, looked at Shi Zhen, blinked and smiled: "It's been a third, it's still early to the end."

Shi Zhen asked again: "Is the story good?"

"It shouldn't be ugly. For the twists and turns of the story, all the plots must be written to extremes." Luo Niie lay on the railing, looked down, and put his chin on the back of his hand, and said, "Mom has no choice but to lose the child, and the child grows up." Big, then revenge, misunderstanding, reconciliation, relief... probably that's it."

"If it's just a story like this, the admission ticket seems to be so expensive that it's not worth it." Shi Zhen looked towards the stage, and the lights suddenly turned on.

The scene on the stage changed to an indoor, slightly dilapidated scene.The old man with the white beard has already entered the stage, and is looking after a whole row of babies.There was no off-white smoke rising above those babies, which seemed to be just props.

"The plot is just like that, but it will definitely make the guests worth the fare. The return on investment is very, very high." Luo Nie smiled, turned to look at Shi Zhen, his eyes were curious and clear, a little cute .

"Oh." Shi Zhen didn't look at him, but only watched the performance on the stage.

"Don't you ask me, how is it worth the fare?" Luo Nie looked at Shi Zhen's indifferent profile, his eyes were full of beautiful outlines, and he couldn't move his eyes.He sighed in his heart, alas, we've only known each other for a day, and it's not too pleasant, what kind of fatal attraction is this?