Almost every half second, he looked up to confirm the time, and now the clock in the guest room pointed to 1:40 in the morning.
In twenty minutes, the so-called audition is about to begin...
Xiao Wang put his hand into his mouth, nervously gnawing at the nails whose edges were no longer formed with his front teeth.
The other hand scratched the scalp with few hairs left at an extremely fast frequency, and the squeaking sound of scratching sounded in the quiet guest room, amplifying his fear infinitely.
Why...why is he assigned the role of "victim"
Why do everyone come to brush the dungeon to realize their wishes, others are so lucky, and they can only be reduced to small cannon fodder to be killed when they come to him? Even the murderer can gain the favor of the dream maker...
And the other party is a noisy and self-righteous little anchor, and that little blind man who is born with a good-looking face and can attract girls' attention wherever he goes!
Why did he use his own life as the price to let the hated people gain goodwill and fulfill their wishes
Doesn't he deserve to have wishes? Doesn't he deserve to live well in this nightmare world
He finally came to this world, just to make himself a little more popular, not to be so disliked by girls, not to be thought that he is bald and bald and can't remember his name at all... This is not too much, right
Why does he need to earn something that others have been born with? But even so, I still have to make wedding dresses for others...
Not reconciled. unfair.
As time passed by, Xiao Wang's facial expression became distorted due to fear and unwillingness. He was wrapped in various voices and emotions. He curled up in the corner of the guest room helplessly and panicked, widening his blue eyes in horror. …
Can't go on like this... Can't be cheap for those people...
His fingernails were gnawed baldly into the flesh, and blood was oozing from his scratching scalp.
Because of the pain, Xiao Wang regained his senses a little. When he noticed his system interface, he found that the "awake value" had reached 96...
He was suddenly shocked. Cheng Xu said that the higher the sobriety value, the more dangerous it is. Once it reaches 90 or more, you will lose your sense of direction, judgment, and desire to survive. If it is 100...
A liar must be a liar.
Xiao Wang thinks that he is very awake now and wants to live more than ever!
[Warning, sleepwalker 'Xiao Wang', please note that the sobriety score has reached 97. ]
[Warning again, sleepwalker 'Xiao Wang', please note that the sobriety value has reached 98. ]
"Shut the fuck up!" Xiao Wang took the boning knife on hand and slashed towards the void a few times, but the system interface just flashed a few times, still making an inorganic sound without any obstacles. —
[Serious warning, sleepwalker 'Xiao Wang', please note that the sobriety value has reached 99. ]
"roll!!!"
Xiao Wang stopped shaking, his eyes were red, he clenched the boning knife in his hand, and opened the locked door of the guest room.
He is also a sleepwalker, he can't sit still and let others be slaughtered. Compared with the uncertain death and violation of regulations, it is obviously more enjoyable to kill the 'murderer' black tea!
He couldn't get used to that little anchor who was always chatty and mysteriously popular everywhere he went for a long time. Didn't the script say that the bloodier the murder scene, the better? Just use this boning knife to cut off the flesh of the two people, it must feel very cool...
The chandeliers in the hall of the villa have been turned off, and only nine wall lamps are left on dimly, and the dim light is cut into pieces by the corridor guardrails.
Xiao Wang was carrying the boning knife. I don't know if it was a side effect of the high sobriety value. He felt that the soles of his feet were a little sluggish, and his steps became slow and staggering. , and struggled through the corridor along the broken light.
His breathing is getting heavier and harder...
"This guest, do you need any help?"
Xiao Wang raised his blood-red eyes and saw the maid holding the tray smiling at him.
He remembered that the maid couldn't laugh, but at this moment, the maid was looking at him with a contemptuous smile!
Is this maid laughing at my embarrassment and misery
Xiao Wang let out a hoarse sneer from his throat: "Go away! Your death is the greatest help to me!"
He held the boning knife and slashed towards the maid's neck, and when the knife fell, scarlet blood sprayed out, just splashing on Bai Yingzhi's eyes in the photo frame.
The maid disappeared, Xiao Wang's body staggered abruptly, he let out a dull whimper from his throat, and blood gushed out from his neck...
He reached out and touched his wet neck, his palms were scarlet...
how is this possible? how is this possible…? The woman I clearly cut... Xiao Wang turned his head to look at the photo frame, through the dim light he saw his white neck bones and... Bai Yingzhi in the photo raised the corners of his lips...
Even the people in the fucking pics can laugh at me!
Xiao Wang raised his knife and slashed at Bai Yingzhi's family portrait on the wall, blood spurting and splashing with his movements...
[Sleepwalker 'Xiao Wang' awake value has reached 100, the system is about to start the clear command. ]
The cold voice of the system rang in his ears, Xiao Wang covered his neck and continued to walk towards the black tea room.
Oh, what about the 100 sobriety value? I'm not very awake now, very well, when I kill that little anchor...
Xiao Wang's footsteps stopped because Hei Cha and Chi Nan, who he wanted to kill, were standing in front of him.
Although his vision was stained with blood, but... he recognized these two people... it was these two people!
kill you!
Xiao Wang took the boning knife and slashed at the two of them. The neck, heart, abdomen, back of the head... Each knife was extremely ruthless and spared no effort.
"Want to kill me? I didn't expect that I would fight back, hahahahahaha!"
One knife after another, blood soaked through the wooden floor and dripped from the edge of the corridor, ticking. tick. Slow rhythm, like the rain falling from the eaves on a spring night.
In the dull sound of skin cracking, Xiao Wang vaguely heard the screams of girls, one after another, fear and despair.
Maybe the little girl in the guest room saw his 'feat' from the cat's eye...
Xiao Wang grinned, proudly showing his great works, the black tea and Chi Nan in front of him had been stabbed with blood and holes, already a pool of rotten flesh.
"Killing you means I win hahahahahaha-"
His laughter stopped, but in the blink of an eye, the bodies of Chi Nan and Hei Cha disappeared from his eyes.
All that was left was the blood and minced meat all over the ground, and himself, who was covered in blood holes...
All the knife damage just now was transferred to himself!
How could this be? How could it be... it must be a dream, yes! Right now I'm in a nightmare, just wake up... just wake up...
[Cleaner started successfully. ]
"Falling...falling can wake you up from a nightmare...yes...it must be..."
Xiao Wang didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Rao is so, he also climbed the top floor of the villa along the spiral staircase step by step, then climbed over the fence, and fell from the sky with his head down!
As long as you fall, you can wake up from a nightmare.
Xiao Wang was convinced, and finally broke into a pool of rotten meat with a dull crash.
The nine wall lamps in the living room went off again.
"Chi Nan, Chi Nan, wake up! Something happened!"
"Chi Nan!!!"
Chi Nan was just about to turn over in a daze, and with a thud, he fell into the bathtub water and spit out a few bubbles.
"..." Hei Cha directly took him by the collar and fished him out of the water.
Only then did Chi Nan slowly shake his head, water dripping wetly all over his body: "What's wrong?"
His voice is not friendly, and his face is full of displeasure dominated by getting up.
"Fuck, why do you sleep like you're dead?" Hei Cha looked at him in surprise, "If you hadn't been crying, I would have thought you were really dead."
Chi Nan: "Oh."
"… "
"Something happened just now, that bald guy died."
"Which bald?"
"...you wake up!"
"Oh, I remember," Chi Nan was officially sober, "what's going on?"
Hei Cha shuddered at the thought of the other party's death: "I heard that he first appeared in the corridor like a zombie with a boning knife, and then stabbed himself, dozens of times, and everyone was stabbed into a hornet's nest. Then he climbed up the top of the spiral staircase, jumped down on his head, and got cold."
Chi Nan was silent for a moment: "So, is he the one assigned the 'victim' script?"
"It should be," Hei Cha shrugged and said with a complicated expression, "Listening to Nanlu and Song Yue, he even called our names when he waved his knife..."
Chi Nan didn't speak, took a quick hot shower in the bathroom of the black tea, changed into clean clothes and went to the corridor to meet.
Due to a sudden change, everyone held a temporary meeting under Cheng Xu's call.
At that time, there was a bloody smell in the corridor. Aunt Mei was working hard to clean the blood stains with a mop and bucket, and bucket after bucket of scarlet washing water was carried to the laundry room... The blood level was far beyond everyone's expectations.
Hei Cha's gaze crossed the corridor guardrail and glanced at the living room downstairs, where the bald corpse had been cleaned up.
"I happen to have this in my room. I recorded the sound the bald head made in the corridor before he died. You can listen to it and see if there are any clues..." Nanlu carefully took out the recorder and pressed the play button.
The sound of the sharp knife penetrating into the flesh, the laughter of the mad collapse, and the curse on the black tea Chi Nan came intermittently, and the creepy 'last words' lingered in the silent corridor.
At the end of the play, everyone sullen and fell into a fearful silence.
"This…"
"He was disturbed by the "awake value". First, he lost his judgment and had hallucinations. As the hallucinations were shattered, he lost his desire to survive and wanted to wake up from the dream by falling. "
Lao Yu explained that it was not the first time that he had seen sleepwalkers affected by the awakening value after having experienced three instances of nightmares.
"So be sure to keep the sobriety value within the normal range, ten million, no more than 90, otherwise it is no different from suicide." Cheng Xu once again warned the new people that the bald and miserable death is an example.
Song Yue frowned and sighed: "But in this case, it's hard to convince yourself not to be afraid when you draw an audition script that will kill you..."
Nanlu looked like he was about to cry: "Yes, our emotions are beyond our control."
Lao Yu smiled lowly: "So sleepwalkers are also divided into talented and untalented. Some people are just not afraid. The wakefulness value has been maintained at the lowest state, and there is no way for ghosts."
As he said that, he looked at Chi Nan, "Little blind man, I'm curious, how much is your sobriety now? Is it convenient to say?"
"Convenient, I'll ask the system." Chi Nan enabled the system's voice service to check.
A few newcomers around me also began to communicate about their state of sobriety—
"My God, I'm already 80, it's terrible, and it has soared to 82 at once!"
"Don't get excited, the more excited you are, the higher you get."
"Mine is still 65."
"I'm so envious, I'm 73."
"It seems that my lowest is only 59," Hei Cha breathed a sigh of relief, turning to Chi Nan with a little worry, "Have you checked it out?"
Chi Nan nodded, a little confused: "Maybe the system is faulty, it shows that my sobriety value is 0."
Everyone: "???"
Lao Yu looked surprised, and then wowed: "Congratulations, because the system cannot fail."
"Does this mean...?" Black Tea said blankly.
"He's very suitable for the nightmare world." Lao Yu had a lemony look on his face.