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"That's a human face, I'm sure, I learned abstract painting..." the stuttering boy said incoherently, "...please believe me, what I said is true, really true..."

The supernatural incidents followed one after another, and the art student was obviously frightened out of a state of stress, curled up on the chair, as if eager to be recognized by others, and kept talking to himself.

Everyone returned to the round table in the castle.

The situation couldn't be clearer at this point.

The outermost layer is a spherical gelatinous shell, in which a magnificent castle stands, surrounded by flowers and trees with various branches and leaves.

——The place they are in is a crystal ball music box in the style of a fantasy castle!

They face death at any time in the "inner world" of miniature ornaments, and outside there are giant-like unknown creatures watching their clown-like struggle to survive.

It's like a wonderful show performed with life.

The executive man lowered the only light-transmitting curtain to cover it tightly, as if this could block the peeping of those "adults".Fortunately, the light in the current castle is bright enough.

The witch admired the ashen faces of the people and was in a happy mood.Every time a distinguished guest visits, watching them perform hypocrisy, betrayal, greed, and all kinds of ugliness is brilliant, and every move is an annual drama.In the face of death, these tiny insects begged, cried bitterly, and despaired, which made the viewing experience unprecedentedly pleasing to the eye.

Still in a state of narcissism, Jiang Xu's head ached even more from the whining nagging of art students, and he asked impatiently, "When does the stage play start?"

Start early and end early, he hasn't finished writing the report yet.Do you still want KPI this month?Doesn't the world understand that introversion is very hard work in contemporary society?

The witch, who was forced to interrupt her intoxication alone, was a little dissatisfied, staring at Jiang Xu and began to introduce the rules.She is too aware of the mental state of these people at this time, no one can look at her calmly under her gaze, she is sure that this impolite guy who is talking to her and covering his mouth and nose will not be able to do it in two seconds He looked away in a panic, and hid behind other people as if fleeing for his life!

"Although you are invited guests, you still need tickets to watch the stage play."

"Did you see the five big boxes in the corner? The tickets are in the boxes. You need a code card to open the box, and the card is anywhere in this castle. You need to find it."

Everyone - now there are only seven people left, looking in the direction the witch pointed.In the corner of the room, there were five treasure chests randomly placed together with a pile of miscellaneous things. The floor was covered with handmade carpets with magnificent designs and colors, and the small wooden stools were tilted aside, like a children's corner in an amusement park.

"Those who get the password card will be rewarded with points, and those who participate in the stage play will also get rewards."

"At the end of the stage play, points will be settled, and the VIPs who get the points will be automatically teleported back to the original world. The rest of the guests will be kept in the castle forever because they did not actively cooperate and become new dolls."

"The points settlement system will open in four days."

"So, everyone must show their full enthusiasm to participate!"

In a simple sentence - life is divided, death is not divided.The time limit is four days.

But there are five boxes, but there are seven of them.

Doesn't it mean that two of them are destined to be left in the other world forever?

Although the witch said that appreciating the stage play will also be rewarded with points, but who knows if "appreciating" will kill people?I also know that scoring in the future will only become more and more difficult, but the five boxes in front of me are within reach.

Human beings have an instinctive avoidance psychology in the face of unknown things, and they will tend to those options that are tangible and harmless in appearance.

If you score points before, and if anything happens later, you can get up, and when the time is up, even if you don't succeed in starting the stage play, you can leave as long as you score.Whether other people live or die has nothing to do with me, anyway, they just met by chance.

In the face of death, people's inferiority will also be infinitely magnified. Maybe someone will stage a life-and-death struggle in order to score first.

The few people who were originally united as one, after witnessing the death with their own eyes, had finally accumulated a little cohesion, which was instantly disrupted by the rules.

Watch out for each other.

Jiang Xu thought quickly about the situation he was going to face next, but it seemed to outsiders that he was lazily leaning on the back of the chair with half-closed eyes, not knowing where his mind had wandered.

Seeing that Jiang Xu didn't show a look of fear, the witch even blatantly ignored him. She immediately put away her sneering smile, pulled a funeral face, and walked backstage with a large magic robe.

"I have to rest from dusk to midnight, so I can't help you."

There is a round clock on the wall, of ordinary style, but the scale representing the time is neither Arabic numerals nor Roman numerals, but the simplest long vertical lines.It is not uncommon to see clocks with numbers omitted in the real world, but here, no one is sure that the one directly below is six o'clock, and the one directly above is twelve o'clock, even though each scale is exactly the same as the clocks in the real world.The main thing is that there is only one needle on the clock.I don't know whether it is the minute hand or the hour hand, but it is facing the scale line directly below.

Just as the witch's claws under the sleeve robe raised the curtain, she suddenly stopped: "Ah, by the way, there is one more thing I forgot to say."

"Not all of you are our invited guests. There is a ghost wandering in the other world hiding among you."

... The horror index is comparable to watching the midnight bell with the lights off, or playing 3D surround sound in public.

"Ghosts are the same as humans, with normal behavior and language skills. They can't be seen from the outside, so you don't need to make idle guesses."

"But ghosts have no memory."

"And the most important point, the ghost may secretly hide the password card."

"Wish you guys good luck!"

There was a dead silence in the room.

The people who were faintly hostile just now were suddenly told that there was a non-my race among them, and they were in a complicated mood, not knowing what kind of face to show.

"So, was it a human or a ghost that just fell?" the art student asked in a low voice with a bitter face.

The witch only said that one of them was a ghost. If the one who died was a ghost, the rest would be of the same kind. On the premise of self-preservation, more people may help others.

"It's a human, didn't the witch say it? Only a 'human' can become a puppet." The boyfriend said impatiently.

The girl poked her boyfriend's waist secretly in the dark. The boyfriend didn't know, so he looked up at her, only to find that all the "people" in the room were looking at him, and realized that he had just told a ghost story.

In fact, everyone knew that there was only one ghost. If it was a ghost who died, the witch didn't need to say the last sentence. She was already preparing to leave at that time, and she specially reminded them that the ghost must be among them.

The boyfriend tore off the baseball cap that was worn backwards irritably, and brushed his short hair with the other hand. The rose-shaped metal stud earrings on his left ear flashed like stars, like the brilliance only in the real world.

"Then what should we do now?" The art student was the youngest of the seven, so he was also the least assertive, subconsciously asking the others.

"Then introduce yourself, didn't the witch say it, ghosts have no memory." Jiang Xu spread his hands and said.

"...Why are you all looking at me? All right, let me start first, my name is Jiang Xu, Jiang He's Jiang, Si Xu," he suddenly paused strangely when he said the word, as if feeling Something was wrong, and he changed his words again, "Xu's Xu is a clerk, similar to a copy editor."

Everyone's faces were brilliant: "..."

"Why are you wearing a mask all the time?" the art student asked curiously.

"Ah, I'm used to it." Jiang Xu conveniently tore off the mask that he barely took off his face at work.

This Nima, he still paused to introduce his name, and his work was even more sparse.No matter how you look at it, it feels like it was edited on the spot.Also wearing a mask sneaky.Although he looks fair and handsome, all children know that the ghosts in Liaozhai are used to beauties to confuse people's hearts.

——The "beauty is good effect" died suddenly when he was born.

Jiang Xu didn't care whether others believed it or not, and stared at the others blankly.

The meaning is simple and clear: he's done, next.

The art student raised his hand weakly, probably because he was stupid in school and was deeply poisoned by materialism: "My name is Su Mingbo, and I am a freshman in the Fine Arts Department of University of Kangda. I am 18 years old this year."

Su Mingbo was the first to reveal his personal information, and he was also the least suspicious of the seven people, so everyone didn't express much about his words, and turned their attention to Jiang Xu at the same time.

Jiang Xu: "...?"

Jiang Xu: "Oh, I'm 29 this year."

29 years old and still a clerk!Does the protein grow on the face without entering the brain?

The suspicious value gradually rose in the hearts of everyone, and he was directly regarded as the first suspect by default.

"Feng Yao, 26, a farmer, a farmer," said the boyfriend.

Everyone: "..."

Everyone looked at Feng Yao in a hip-hop outfit, with a baseball cap reversed on his head, a single stud earring, and Air Force One high-top shoes.

farmer? ? ?

Although Feng Yao and his girlfriend are definitely not ghosts, because there is only one ghost, and the two of them have shown acquaintance from the beginning.However, there is no need to be so perfunctory, right? !

Girl: "My name is Zhang Xiaoxiao, I'm 25 years old, and I'm a music teacher in Kangning Elementary School." Finally, I heard someone say something.

"Tao Zhuo," the executive man caressed the collar of his shirt with his right hand, "30 years old, director of planning department of Huaxin Group."

This executive man, no matter in his actions or words, showed his status all the time.

Everyone focused their eyes on Jiang Xu again, as if they were looking at their own worthless child.

He is an executive of a listed company at the age of 30, and you are a clerk at 29.

Who believes?

I don't believe it!

"My name is Zhou Yao. I'm 27 years old. I live in Kangyun District. I work as a freelancer. I usually do live broadcasts and deliver goods at home. I do both food and broadcasting, beauty makeup, and occasionally interact with fans on signing platforms and sing." Wearing The boy in home clothes said.

"Chu Nanfeng, 33, policeman." The man said expressionlessly, without a word, and he was so capable that he didn't look like a normal person.

"Beep!" Feng Yao whistled, "A servant of the people."

"Uncle Police... Uh, Uncle Police, hello." Su Mingbo said respectfully.

No matter when and where, the police is the profession that can give people the most sense of security.

"Shh..." Jiang Xu couldn't help laughing out loud, "Child who studies painting, it's not good for you to be like this, you blatantly despise our public servants."

"No, no, I didn't do it on purpose." Su Mingbo thought about Chu Nanfeng's age, and said again, "Don't worry about it, uncle policeman."

Chu Nanfeng did not have an old-fashioned appearance, on the contrary, his stern face exuded resoluteness and calmness, carrying the unique charm of mature men.

But there is a mark on his right forehead, which looks like a blue mark left by varicose veins, and his deep pupils add a little trace of wind and frost.

Jiang Xu looked a little dazed.

Chu Nanfeng seemed to have noticed his gaze, turned his head, and asked, "What?"

"No..." Jiang Xu coughed in embarrassment, and quickly changed the subject: "So, do you have a goal in mind?"

Except for Chu Nanfeng, everyone looked at him.

Jiang Xu's face became even more paralyzed.

"He's not," Chu Nanfeng straightened up, "Since we can't confirm the target for the time being, why don't we look for clues and see if we can find some code cards first."

Everyone agreed, got up and began to search in the castle.

Jiang Xu subconsciously glanced at Chu Nanfeng again, for some reason he always felt that this person gave him a strange feeling.