deadly round table

Before He Fang's son gave the last answer, Jiang Wenyuan actually had a vague premonition in his heart, but when he heard the answer from He Fang's son, he still felt a suffocating despair.

As a mother, He Fang shoulders the heavy responsibility of taking care of her disabled son, so how could she play such a dangerous game of death.He Fang's son said that playing games with his mother was probably the most desperate moment in He Fang's life.At that time, He Fang had advanced liver cancer and was dying. She loved her son deeply and couldn't imagine what would happen to him after her death.Life is about to come to an end, He Fang makes a painful and tangled decision, she will take her son to hit a train and commit suicide, and leave this hopeless world together.

When the mother and son stood on the railroad tracks to meet their death, He Fang never imagined that when the train was about to hit them, the son suddenly let go of his hand and jumped to the side to avoid the train speeding out of the tunnel.He Fang looked at her son with a silly smile in astonishment. She was hit by the train into the sky and fell heavily. She was lying in a pool of blood. When she was dying, she heard her son's happy voice, "Mom, you are brave, mom, Awesome, I won!"

He Fang, who died in despair, finally discovered the real reason why her son became mentally retarded——

Someone is playing dangerous Jumanji with their son, not a cop telling their son to have an accident playing alone on the rails.

Endless despair and anger turned He Fang into a vengeful female ghost, and her son into a monster who could summon trains to play dangerous games.

"We can clear the game today." Zuo Zhixing looked at the bewildered son of He Fang, and said to Zhang Chen and Jiang Wenyuan in the dark, "There are only two keys to solving the puzzle this time. He Fang completes revenge. ; let her son understand that the last moment of her life was not playing a game, but wanted to take him to another world."

The first key is the conclusion they came to a long time ago.The second key point is not difficult to understand. If He Fang could still communicate with her son normally after her death, her son would not still misunderstand that He Fang's suicide was playing games with him.

Zuo Zhixing expected that with He Fang's son by his side, Jiang Wenyuan and Zhang Chen would not come out of the shadows easily, so he continued.

"I have been monitoring Brother Liang, and I noticed yesterday that he asked the uncle who provided the ingredients for a basket of peaches, so I also asked the uncle for some cucumbers. Since the first day, our ingredients have always had cucumbers, and yesterday it suddenly stopped. For my confession, I guess the cucumbers at Uncle’s house have just finished picking, and there will be no new ones for the time being. So the cucumbers I got were from He Fang’s house, and I hid them under Brother Liang’s bed. Revenge will be accomplished tonight."

As if responding to Zuo Zhixing's prophecy, a bloody wind blew by, and He Fang came!

The huge snake-shaped arm threw several heavy objects to the ground, which happened to land not far from Jiang Wenyuan and Zhang Chen.Under the dim moonlight, Jiang Wenyuan could clearly see the shape of the heavy objects. They were four tombstones standing on the temporary pile of old earthworks. The last blank tombstone had two words scrawled in fresh blood: Liang Wei, Zheng It's Brother Liang's name.

The huge snake-like arms gradually shrank, and finally gathered into a short and thin human shape.

He Fang was covered in blood, her face was black and blue, and a pair of dead fish eyes focused on her son with a smirk on his face.Jiang Wenyuan noticed that there was a piece of rag on her shoulder, the rag was already soaked in blood and could not see its true color.But Jiang Wenyuan saw that piece of cloth every day recently, and quickly recognized that it was the apron used by Chen Xu and Zhao Meng to help the cooks.Brother Liang may not be the only one who died at the hands of He Fang tonight.

Zuo Zhixing stood between the two monsters, with no nervous expression on his face. Through his clothes, he traced the outline of the mother and child photo in his pocket, reconfirmed the existence of the photo, and then continued to say to He Fang's son: "Son, your mother has a something to tell you."

He Fang's son looked blank, "Play, are you playing a game?"

He Fang turned her face and stared at Zuo Zhixing gloomily, but did not attack him.

Zuo Zhixing naturally didn't miss He Fang's little tricks, and he became more determined, "Your mother didn't play the game of brave with you."

He Fang's son shook his head and said firmly, "I played. Mom, win."

Zuo Zhixing corrected him several times, but to no avail.The memory of He Fang's son stays at the time when he was hit by a train, and he only pretends to be a game of the brave.

He Fang's figure began to twist slightly, and twisted black air emerged from her body.Wisps of black air swirled around Zuo Zhixing, scratching wounds on his body.Zuo Zhixing took out the photo of He Fang's mother and son in his pocket, and the photo spontaneously ignited from the upper edge.If Zuo Zhixing fails to fulfill He Fang's wish before the group photo burns out, the black energy will strangle him mercilessly.

Zuo Zhixing had almost no experience with children. When he was helpless, Jiang Wenyuan reminded him in sign language from a blind spot in He Fang's sight: use games to persuade him to stay by He Fang's side obediently, and don't let him know all the truth.

Zuo Zhixing's eyes flickered slightly. The scene where he was the only one who could move freely was the result of his careful planning. The purpose was to get the doll for this round of the game.In the round table game, they were both teammates and competitors. Zuo Zhixing didn't think there was anything wrong with plotting against Jiang Wenyuan and Zhang Chen, but he didn't expect that Jiang Wenyuan would retaliate with kindness. He lost this game.

Zuo Zhixing took a deep breath and tried to soften his voice, "Shall we play another game today?"

He Fang's son really became interested, "What, a game."

"Wooden figurine game. Your mother is very tired today. Go and hug her. Until she says she can move, you have to keep hugging her. Can you do it?" Zuo Zhixing spoke at the slowest speed, and said to He Fang The son explains the gameplay.

He Fang's son thought for a while in confusion, "Wood man, game, is it fun?"

Zuo Zhixing nodded very positively, "If you can do it, you will be Mom's hero!"

Children always yearn for beautiful words such as brave and hero. He Fang's son finally showed a smirk in satisfaction, and he swayed towards He Fang, "Mom."

He Fang stood on the rails and opened her arms to her son.

The mother who was as thin as a bamboo pole, and the son who was as big as a bear, the two cuddled together.

He Fang hugged her son tightly, and two lines of blood and tears fell silently from her empty eyes.

The sound of the train came from the collapsed tunnel, bang bang bang bang, long whistle, the old-fashioned steam train decades ago, sped out of the tunnel, and crashed into the mother and child standing in the middle of the rails.The moment their figures touched the train, they turned into a cloud of black mist, rising and disappearing into the air.

The train dragged its long carriages and drove into the distance.

The place where He Fang's mother and son stood was lit with light, and a clown puppet wearing a crying face mask gradually took shape in the light.

Zhang Chen pulled Jiang Wenyuan out from the bushes, Zuo Zhixing looked at them calmly, "I give up the doll."

"It doesn't belong to me either." Zhang Chen also avoided the subject of Zuo Zhixing calculating them, with a smile on his face, he looked at Jiang Wenyuan, "It's yours now. For the sake of giving it to you unconditionally, I only have one small request. Chen Mian, you can tell me, what is the wish in your heart?"

"Why do you ask this question?" Jiang Wenyuan asked him back.

Zhang Chen explained: "You don't seem to have asked about the meaning of the existence of this game. After communicating with players, we have come up with several possibilities. The most mainstream one is: the game will summon people with a certain strong desire in their hearts. "

Jiang Wenyuan pursed his lips lightly, and said two words, "Lover."

"Huh?" Zhang Chen was stunned for half a second, and for a moment he seemed to see a green light emerging from the source of Jiang Wen, "Sad."

Jiang asked Yuan: "...what do you mean?"

Zuo Zhixing snorted, Zhang Chen always smiled harmlessly, but he was actually very good at digging holes for people.

"Zhang Chenyin didn't tell you the most important information. People who can be selected by the game to become players, their desires can't be realized if they only rely on manpower, no matter how much effort and price they pay. Such a wish is hopeless. It is wishful thinking. For example, if you make a wish to be with your lover forever, then your lover may be your long-lost relative, or has been cheated on, or may be suffering from a terminal illness that modern medicine cannot overcome, etc. In a word, as far as reality For you, there are many obstacles in front of you like a moat, and sooner or later you will be separated. But in the round table game, all miracles can happen, and when you complete all the round table games that belong to you, you can get an omnipotent chance to make a wish.”

Jiang Wenyuan was silent for a long time, "Then how many rounds of round table games do I need to complete to complete the game?"

Zhang Chen just finished cheating Jiang Wenyuan, and he was in a good mood, "No one knows how many rounds their game has. In the round table games we experience, there is always a vacant seat, and that vacant seat is our wind vane. The closer to the lower right seat of the vacant seat, The higher the rating given by the round table. There is a saying that when the round table is full, it is the last round of round table games for all players on the table.”

Jiang Wenyuan still remembered that in the round table space, there was the only vacant seat, which was to the left of Zuo Zhixing.After the clown puppet took the player's price, it stopped in front of the empty seat and sent the player into the game.

Jiang Wenyuan guessed: "...Is that the game master's seat?"

Zhang Chen smiled dryly, "It's really a novel idea for the master of the game to play the game with the players." He didn't think that it wasn't because he didn't have enough brains, but because he didn't dare to think about it, and didn't want to think about it.

Zuo Zhixing: "The movement of He Fang killing Brother Liang is not small. The other players must have noticed it. It won't take long for them to gather around, and the gossip will stop here. Chen Mian, you should pick up your doll."

When Jiang Wenyuan picked up the clown puppet and straightened up, the surrounding scene began to distort slowly.

Zhang Chen showed a smile as always, "Chen Mian, we will meet again by fate. I have already entered the address of the player forum into your mobile phone, remember to check it when you return to reality."

Zuo Zhixing was still expressionless, and even gave them a smile when he said goodbye at the end, "I hope we won't see each other in the game."

There was a seamless space switch, and Jiang Wenyuan returned to the round table space with the clown puppet in his arms.

There was only Jiang Wenyuan at the huge round table.Compared with being pulled into the game just now, there are six fewer standing armchairs around the round table, which is exactly the number of deaths in this round of the game.

A palm-sized transparent crystal with a blue flame burning in the center was placed on a red velvet tray in front of Jiang Wenyuan. The moment Jiang Wenyuan touched the crystal, the crystal shattered into dots of fluorescence, which danced and kissed Jiang Wenyuan. on the left eye.The last bit of fluorescence faded, and his vision, which had been taken by the clown puppet, was miraculously restored.

Two options surfaced on the red velvet tray: take a break or move on to the next round of the game.

Jiang Wenyuan chose the former without hesitation.

The sweltering heat was coming, and at some point, Jiang Wenyuan's overalls changed back to a black shirt and jeans, his work shoes were changed back to indoor slippers, and the TV remote control that was lost in the round table space also appeared on the sofa. Holding the heavy clown puppet in his arms, Jiang Wenyuan wondered if he had a long, long dream.

Before she knew it, Aunt Chen had already cut the fruit and brought out the fruit plate.

Aunt Chen followed Jiang Wenyuan's dazed gaze and landed on a framed single photo on the right side of the TV cabinet. She blinked her sour eyes, sat down beside Jiang Wenyuan, and said something common, " Xiaoyuan, come to eat fruit. You just came out for an internship, how do you feel, are you tired, is there any girl in the company chasing you..."