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When he woke up again, Dong Zheng was sitting in a chair, while the young doctor sat opposite and poured him a glass of hot water.
"Don't be nervous." The doctor comforted him softly. Dong Zheng saw that there were still old scars on his arm. The deadly pain seemed to remain on every inch of skin, every bone, and every bundle of nerves. Not a hallucination.
"I'm sorry for what happened to you, but it's all over, now you can go home."
The door was pushed open, and the woman walked in. She had tied up her hair, the scars on her face were gone, and her complexion was much better.
She thanked the doctor and took Dong Zheng out of the consultation room.
"This—" As soon as Dong Zheng opened his mouth, the woman put her finger to her mouth. She stared out the window and whispered, "Don't make a sound."
Dong Zheng followed her line of sight, and they were on the eighth floor of the hospital. Downstairs, a man stood there with an axe. He raised his head and pointed his fingers from bottom to top, and finally stopped on the eighth floor.
Despite the distance, Dong Zheng seemed to see the mocking smile on his face.
He walked into the hospital lobby.
"We can't be caught by him, we have to hurry down!" The woman shouted in horror, and before Dong Zheng stopped her, she pushed open the window in front of her and jumped down.
Dong Zheng: ? ! ? ! ? !
He grabbed the windowsill and looked down, and a pool of blood exploded at the door of the hospital building.
But he seemed to hear the relieved laughter of the woman in his ear.
An uncontrollable fear swept him at this moment, he thought of the dead cat on the balcony, the woman's scars covered by her long hair, the beatings that lasted all night, the empty fish tank, the pain of being unable to survive and dying was enough. Disintegrate a man's will, and the axe in a man's hand.
Just like Pavlov's dog, when he sees a man, he thinks of beatings and pain, so that in the end he can't even feel the slightest bit of resistance.
Run away, run away!
Dong Zheng turned his head abruptly, and the elevator behind him showed that it was going up and had reached the sixth floor.
Run away! Run away!
He grabbed the window sill's hand unconsciously, and the woman downstairs was waiting for him.
The number jumps to "7".
Dong Zheng let go of his hand suddenly. He opened the fire box next to him and took out the fire axe. Holding it in both hands, he stood by the side of the elevator, his body tightly against the wall.
The number finally reached "8", and the ding sounded like a chuckle from death.
Dong Zheng raised the axe above his head and counted down silently as he listened to the voice.
The elevator door opened, and the moment the man stepped out, the axe fell.
There was a sound of glass shattering.
The black fog surrounding Dong Zheng began to dissipate, and the voice of Mr.deeds sounded:
"Congratulations on successfully passing the sixth scene."
It is obviously a small room, but it is reflected by the three mirrors to make it extra large, extending towards infinity. Dong Zheng closed his eyes hard, his voice should be a little hoarse, but because of the body of the bamboo pole, it sounded tight: "Why is this kind of assessment?"
"All of you are brain developers. I believe that in terms of strategy and wisdom, it is difficult for you to distinguish between superiors and inferiors, but you cannot survive in the world by relying on your brains alone. The library also believes in this." Mr.deeds Explains, "There are also many qualities that are indispensable, such as the test you just passed - tenacity."
"Okay." Dong Zheng's tense muscles finally began to relax slowly and slowly, and the others were also surrounded by black mist, trapped in their own scenes.
And the image in the mirror is no longer a mere reflection - there is a scene that people experience individually.
The fat house huddled and hid in the corner, watching the young student with the red armband on his arm rudely turn the whole house upside down, found a few translations of foreign literature, then came over and threw the book in his face superior.
He was escorted through the chaotic streets by these half-old children, and when he saw the former teacher was forced to kneel in the middle of the crowd, the stick pointed at his head, which contained a lot of wisdom, and forced him to bow his head.
The fake Dong Zheng was walking on an empty street. There was no one on the street, there were buildings on both sides, and there was no trace of anyone in the windows. The car was parked on the side of the road, or at the intersection waiting for the red light to pass, but there was a person in the car. nor.
The stray cats and dogs that used to hide in the flowerbeds disappeared, and the silhouettes of birds disappeared into the sky and treetops.
In the whole world, there is only one person, one life.
Dong Zheng moved his gaze to the other mirror, where "Chen Jianguo" was crowded in the middle of the crowd, and those people were all men without exception, young and old, handsome, mediocre and even ugly, densely packed together. , like a can of sardines.
"Chen Jianguo" was so crowded that he didn't even have a place to stand, he looked very cramped, and it seemed that these physical contact made him feel severe discomfort.
Mr.deeds stood aside, quietly looking at the scene in the mirror, with the dice beside him.
"Aren't these scenes randomly generated?" Dong Zheng asked.
Mr.deeds didn't look at Dong Zheng. He stared at the fat house in the mirror. He was being forced to identify the teacher who was kneeling on the ground. The flesh on his body kept shaking, but he couldn't say a word.
Someone was waving the flag and shouting so hard that it was hard to believe that it was just a kid of thirteen or fourteen.
"It's based on the fear or guilt in the heart." After a while, Butler Suzu finally said, "Only when facing the most fearful thing, will people tear off the camouflage that they have been working so hard to maintain and truly reveal their true nature."
Dong Zheng was embarrassed. He didn't expect that he was already twenty-seven years old. After so many years, the most troubled thing in his heart was still family problems.
No longer speaking, Dong Zheng turned to look at the scenes of other people in the mirror, only to find that the black fog beside the fat mansion No. 2 had begun to dissipate, and the scene in the mirror became blurred, and then disappeared without a trace, and again The look of the fat house is re-imaged.
Dong Zheng narrowed his eyes, and the fat man was paralyzed on the chair as if he had lost his soul. Dong Zheng missed the ending of that story, and it just so happened that he didn't want to know too much.
Mr.deeds: "Congratulations on successfully passing the second scene."
The fat house waved his hands weakly, he rubbed his face, and looked at the mirror with a sophisticated and curious look just like Dong Zheng just came out of the scene.
"I once knew a rich man whose youngest son he loved the most was murdered, which made him almost crazy and did a lot of stupid things."
The corner of the fat house's forehead seemed to jump slightly, and the fake Dong Zheng's eyes that were originally set in the mirror shifted slightly, and the two met their eyes in the mirror.
Dong Zheng lowered his head again, as if pondering the texture of the wood on the table.
To wait for the rest of the two people to finish, Dong Zheng, Fei Zhai and Mr.deeds looked at the mirror, Dong Zheng suddenly realized at a certain moment, watching others struggling to solve the dilemma in the scene is also a kind of fun, more than the most attentive variety show and Reality shows have to be fun.
This is the truest reality show.
Dong Zheng even thinks that perhaps one of the joys of life for Kether or the Queen is to watch the pilgrims struggling in the box and present them with the most authentic and wonderful "show".
In the empty and dead city, after confirming that he was the only living creature, the fake Dong Zheng stopped searching in vain. He casually sat on a park bench, staring at the lead-grey sky, his eyes blanking for a moment.
"Chen Jianguo" finally squeezed out of the crowd. He rushed to the man in a suit and tie in front of him. He would keep his hands in his hands and hand over his resume, which had been soaked in sweat and wrinkled.
The other party took the resume without even looking at it, and said, "This position may not be suitable for you. We already have a favorite candidate."
Behind him, several young men were already standing.
"Chen Jianguo" slowly withdrew the hand that handed over the resume, hung it beside him, clenched his fist tightly, stared at the man in the suit, and said firmly, "But I can do better than all of them."
Up to now, Dong Zheng has almost released the correct identity of everyone.
It didn't take long for the black mist around Fake Dong Zheng and "Chen Jianguo" to subside, and they successfully escaped from their inner demons.
"very exciting."
The pen and paper were once again handed to them by Mr.deeds, and the second round of voting began.
Dong Zheng still voted No. 3, the vote was withdrawn by Mr.deeds, and he still announced the result of the vote three minutes later.
"Dear gentlemen and ladies, the results of the second round of voting have come out, and the one with the most votes is No. 4."
"Chen Jianguo" sighed helplessly, he stared at Mr.deeds who announced the result, his eyes went over the butler's shoulder and fell on the mirror behind him.
The old man looked at himself in the mirror, he seemed to see something, but didn't say a word until the figure disappeared into the room.
Now in the small conference room, there are only No. 2 Fat Mansion, No. 3 fake Dong Zheng, No. 5 Bamboo Pole played by Dong Zheng, and Mr.deeds, the butler of the bell, who is in charge of hosting.
"It's a pity that the 'ghost' is still among us."
Everyone's eyes sank. In the next third round, if they still can't determine who is the ghost and cast out innocent people, after the next vote, there will be only one normal person left. Man and that ghost, according to the rules, the ghost will win.
But the clues they can get are so limited.
They simply don't know any difference in the existence of "ghosts", and Mr.deeds has never provided any useful information about them other than telling them that there is a ghost in these people.
"The third round is about to start, please be prepared."
Butler Ling didn't care how they made noises, the presiding over the process continued, Dong Zheng took a deep breath, he looked at Fat House and stood up.
No. 3 fake Dong Zheng, who was sitting in the middle of the two, was still frowning and thinking. He noticed Dong Zheng's movements in the mirror. Just before he had time to say "What are you doing!", he picked up a chair and greeted him on the head. Dong Zheng, who came, was stunned.
Finally let this guy who is not honest in his own shell quiet down, Dong Zheng put down the chair, he sat back again, pretending that nothing happened, and asked: "What is the third round of the test?"
Mr.deeds couldn't say a word for a moment. One of the three original participants fainted, and the pre-set process could not be carried out.
He could only say: "Because Mr. No. 3 has lost consciousness, the originally scheduled game cannot be played—"
Dong Zheng: "Then go directly to the voting session."
Mr.deeds was silent for a moment, and he could only send the paper to Dong Zheng and Fei Zhai. Dong Zheng quickly wrote a number and gave the note to Butler Ling.
Fake Dong Zheng had already fainted and couldn't vote, and the note was left alone beside his head lying on the table. This time, butler Ling read Dong Zheng and Fei Zhai's note, sighed, and announced: "Because Mr. No. 3 is unconscious and unable to vote, it is regarded as an abstention. The result of this round of voting has been passed, and the one with the most votes is No. 3. "
Fake Dong Zheng, who was in a coma, failed to make any comments on elimination, and his figure disappeared into the room.
Now there are only Dong Zheng, Fei Zhai and Butler Ling left here.
Mr.deeds' voice resounded in everyone's ears:
"It's a pity that the 'ghost' is still among us."