The result of the discussion was that Sur finally chose to let the villain out, but the clay figurine was far more cowardly than he thought.
Seeing that Sur was about to leave with it, Ji Heng shook his head: "Wait."
After a while, the villain held his face in the direction of the door, suddenly lowered his arms slowly, opened his mouth and took a breath. Swallowing half of it in one breath, he started to sway like drunk, and one arm split on the spot.
The gentleman rose inside seemed to feel something, the footsteps approached, Su Er waved to Ji Heng before he opened the door, and left with the villain.
He hurried upstairs and walked over the last stairs when the figure disappeared at the corner when the door opened from downstairs.
There was no one outside the door, and the gentleman rose looked down at the remaining clods on the ground, his eyes sank.
There are no flowers in the guest room, so naturally no soil can be found. Facing the villain with only one arm left, Sur promised: "It will be one night, and I will stick it for you again tomorrow."
The villain's head moved up and down, as long as it wasn't his face that was damaged, it was within his acceptable range.
The benefits of taking a breath just now appeared at this time, and the villain was no longer so rigid when moving.
Sur lay down on the bed and glanced at the moonlight outside from time to time. The image of the villain breathing in through the door kept playing repeatedly in his mind, and that scene was very similar to himself and the electric shocker.
Couldn't resist taking the shocker out—
"Could it be that we are a family of three..." Su Er was expressionless: "Do you dare to answer when I call you dad?"
dad.
Mind silently.
Shockers are still cold shockers.
Sur shook his head, thinking he was stunned, got out of bed and walked to the window to breathe.
After tonight, it is the third day here. This dungeon is really strange. Players are not allowed to vote for love killers. Obviously, this is the essence of horror games.
The person with the most votes was killed by the ghost, and the rest were trembling to guard against each other.
"Unless reality is crueler than this..."
Sur did not intend to directly ask Ji Heng for the answer. Now there are veterans who should seize the time to enrich the experience.
The moonlight is so bright that it makes people sleepless. Seeing that it was getting late, Sur was about to pull the curtains and fall asleep, when he accidentally bumped his elbow against the wall next to him, causing him to take a breath of cold air.
At this time, he was particularly envious of the villain, who could be reborn from a broken limb with a little mud.
A drop of blood dripped down his arm, and Sur changed his mind for some reason. He turned around and started rummaging in the guest room. Soon after, he found a few pieces of ashes.
Deliberately let blood drip on the paper, and then dipped it and wrote a sentence: Who do you think is the love killer
I wrote three sheets at a time, and after drying, Sur put one of them in the villain's hand: "Go and send me a letter, as a reward, I will open the corner of your eyes tomorrow."
"Can."
Sur was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect that the gentleman of the rose could actually make it speak.
Suppressing the dangerous thoughts that were about to move, Sur carefully instructed, and quietly let the villain out.
thump, thump, thump—
The knock on the door was soft, but enough to wake a player.
Man Jiangshan carefully walked to the door and observed the situation in the corridor through the cat's eyes.
The knocking continued when she noticed the little clay figurine.
It is normal to open the door to kill at night, especially when the villain seems to be holding a piece of paper in his hand, and the rose beside his ear makes people shudder.
"vote."
A hoarse voice came.
Man Jiangshan frowned, carefully turned sideways, and finally opened the door a crack.
With her thin arm stretched in, she bent over to see the question written in blood on it, and thought for a long time to write a name on it.
Rose flowers, blood words, moving little ghosts... The preconceived impression made Man Jiangshan subconsciously regard the villain as a part of the dungeon arrangement.
The villain took back the piece of paper and, according to Sur's instructions, did not go back directly, but went down the stairs first, and then climbed back to the original room through the window.
Sur repeated the old trick, and put a piece of paper in its hand, indicating the guest room to be sent.
"Ji Heng..." While waiting, Su Er saw Man Jiangshan's answer and was silent for two seconds. It turned out that the other party suspected that Ji Heng was a love killer.
In the following time, the villain brought the answers of Lu Global and Qu Qingming respectively. Lu Global's suspect was Qu Qingming, but Qu Qingming wrote everyone's names on it.
Sur: "Tell me about their expressions when they fill in."
The villain is motionless, this problem is too complicated for it, and it can only be learned about it.
It is a pity that he is not a person after all, so he cannot make too strong emotional changes.
Sur didn't force it, clenched the paper in his hand and slowly revealed a smile... Why should the copy lead by the nose? Since the game does not have a voting session, he will arrange one.
Before seven o'clock the next day, everyone avoided the judges and gathered for breakfast.
Several times when Lu Global wanted to speak, he was deliberately interrupted by Suer, and Lu Global was a little displeased, so he endured it.
When the meal was almost over, Sur put down his chopsticks and looked at the gentleman rose: "Do you want to rearrange a cameraman for me?"
Then he pointed at Ji Heng, saying that he didn't have a cameraman either.
To shoot a variety show, a cameraman is indispensable. The rose gentleman looked cold, and he went out to arrange staff.
After confirming that the host really went outside, Suer turned his head and asked Lu Jihua: "What did you just want to say?"
After being interrupted several times, Lu Global asked angrily, "Did everyone vote last night?"
Qu Qingming lifted the wavy curls, showing a coquettish smile, and said first: "I didn't write anyone's name."
He shrugged in the skeptical eyes of Lu Global: "There is no rule that it must be written."
"That's good," Lu Global looked relieved: "I didn't write it to anyone."
Su Er quietly watched them perform, Ji Heng asked a few words from the side, and after roughly piecing together what happened last night, he glanced at Su Er and continued to eat without saying anything.
Yesterday was unsuccessful, and today's game project is still looking for the altar.
Sur was filmed by a woman who was so weak that she was carrying a heavy camera, which made it easy to feel pity. The female cameraman was very afraid of him, and did not dare to get too close when shooting.
After dinner, Sur offered to do some activities alone, but Ji Heng had no objection.
"Is there a way to lure me away from the rose gentleman?"
When parting, Sur asked in a low voice.
Ji Heng nodded slightly, turned and walked in the direction of the sea. As expected, the gentleman rose followed him at the beginning of the recording to prevent another trip to the sea.
As for Sur, he took the opportunity to go to the depths of the jungle alone, made sure there were no other players around, and took out the kitchen knife he brought from the sea view villa.
The female cameraman looked terrified: "What do you want to do?"
Sur calmly responded: "Cut the branches."
The female cameramen were all ready to fight back. Who knew that Suer was really laboriously chopping down a few sturdy branches, then sat down silently cross-legged, and lowered his head to concentrate on the manual work.
Obsessed with craftsmanship, he sneaks back to the villa from time to time, quietly transporting things, from stools to picture frames, and breaking them into pieces.
A few hours later, the female cameraman couldn't stand it anymore and continued to shoot this boring scene by leaning against a big tree.
Surprisingly, Sur stood up suddenly, and suddenly hit the female cameraman who had just relaxed with an electric shocker.
"you… "
"I can't promise a killer, I just need to put you in a coma for a while." Seeing that the female cameraman was ready to fight back, Sur swore: "If I breach the contract, I will be folded in the copy."
The female cameraman weighed it again and again and chose not to resist.
She is the weakest and can't beat other colleagues, so she was introduced to a job with a high risk factor. If you really want to fight to the death, there is not much chance of winning.
According to the agreement, Sur only used the electric shock to extract part of the Yin Qi from her body.
After the female cameraman passed out, Sur turned off the camera and started playing with the mud in the shape of a thick long snake.
This snake is coiled, and the area is very wide. At first glance, it looks a little different. Sur carefully placed it on top of the recently completed craft. He clapped the dirt on his hands and began to inject Yin Qi into the snake.
Like the villain, the snake will squirm slowly from time to time.
Sur felt that it was not perfect enough, and painted strange patterns with blood, and a perfect fake altar was born.
"You're done."
He breathed a sigh of relief and thought about it carefully. In his opinion, Qu Qingming was more suspicious than the other two, so he decided to use this as a breakthrough point.
Sur took out a pen and paper and began to design the plot—
After last night's vote, people are panicking today, and the love killer is worried that he will be voted out, and frantically wants to find the altar.
On the isolated island, Qu Qingming was active with the blonde girl, when the villain appeared, leaving clues to lead her to the fake altar.
Seeing the altar, Qu Qingming will: A. Destroy (then she is a love killer) B. Call others to come (enter story line 1) C. Find a way to cover up the existence of the altar (enter story line 2)
Story line 1: Lu Global and Man Jiangshan were called over, but Qu Qingming did not inform Ji Heng because she suspected that Ji Heng was a love killer...
The trees were rustling by the wind, and Sur sat beside the fake altar and wrote hard, and quickly wrote thousands of words. It contains eighteen different plot branches, basically covering all possibilities.
The villain crawled out of his pocket at some point. Sur put down his pen and pinched his arm with mud. The villain pointed to his eyes, but Sur helplessly opened the corners of his eyes according to the other party's wishes.
After making adjustments to his appearance, he re-read what he just wrote, and glanced at the villain. On the surface, he was talking to him, but in fact it was closer to himself:
"The copy doesn't show the outline, so I'll have to act as a screenwriter myself." Surprisingly saw a sparrow flying by in the distance, and Sur's eyes were a little lonely: "After all, it's too tiring to fight..."
Like now, on the first day reading love poems and watching the stars, on the second day chasing dreams and going to a distant place, on the third day raising a baby to do handwriting and writing plots, and being a Buddhist player in a down-to-earth manner, that's fine.
The author has something to say:
Sur: I'm already a mature player, and I want to write the story myself.
Game: ... you go.