Wang Lingxian: "No, no, no, no one really thinks five sentences and one story are difficult?"
Totem: "You can speak English, and I can help you translate." After a pause, he added: "But my literary level is not good, and there may be errors in the translation. I hope you don't mind."
Is this the so-called home field advantage
The two finally felt it, and there was a kind of high-spirited pleasure.
Cen Jin: "The five elements of a story: time, place, conflict, characters and ending, basically satisfy these. No need for writing, I personally think that this level is easy even for elementary school students to read."
"… "
Wang Lingxian and Totem whispered, "It's over, watch out for the boomerang."
Cen Jin planned to go down the steps, so he said, "If it's difficult, forget it."
Rudra and Amano Zongya both gritted their teeth and squeezed out a smile: "It's not difficult, five sentences... Haha, appropriate."
After speaking, he returned to his expressionless face, and the hideous smile just now was only a flash in the pan.
Cen Jin: "Then let's start drawing lots to qualify, hurry up."
The samurai man got a bamboo stick out of nowhere, stating that the longer the row is behind, the shorter the row is in front, before everyone wanted to be first, but now no one wants to be first, and of course he doesn't want to be the last. bit.
The lottery didn't take long, and it ran out quickly.
Rudra and Amano Zongya are ranked 3rd and 6th respectively, Wang Lingxian is 4th, Samurai Man is 7th, Red Clothes and Bearded Man are 2nd and 8th respectively, and the most important first and last will be killing horses Born between Te and Huang Mao.
No matter who it is, they both have bad luck.
Rudra looked back and forth between the two: "Are you two long-lost brothers?"
Kill Matt: "Maybe, do you want to do an appraisal together after the competition?"
Huang Mao: "Thank you for your invitation, no need." He spread out the toothpick, which was not surprisingly the longest one.
Then the first is to kill Matt.
Killing Matt kept scratching his head and said, "Wait, I'll think about how to condense it into five sentences. To be honest, with my elementary school diploma, five-sentence stories are a little difficult for me--there.
Let me start with the key word: radio.
It was raining heavily on Friday. I hid in the abandoned equipment room and listened to a female radio anchor named Ning Ning in this city. She had a bit of a smokey voice, but she was not lacking in feminine softness.
After debugging for a long time, the radio made a 'rustling' sound, and there was an inexplicable shrill laughter. I took off my earphones and looked around the equipment room in fright.
After finishing things in Ning Ning's voice, I packed up and went back to the dormitory, and fell asleep.
A few days later, the radio goddess Ning Ning died of murder, and the news came out that the whereabouts of the body were unknown. I touched the radio in a daze, and tuned back to Ning Ning's radio again, only to hear a piercing scream, which I smashed out subconsciously, laughter. Stopped but picked it up and found there was no battery in it!
I didn't feel scared at this point until the teacher in the same dormitory came out from the next room, patted his shoulder and said that he was going to see a bone-setter soon, then passed me, revealing his defenseless back.
And I looked at the inseparable rotting female corpse on his back, the face that looked like Ning Ning, was smiling at me, and my body suddenly became cold. "
Cen Jin hesitated: "This seems to be six sentences."
Kill Matt: "Don't you think it's difficult to add one more sentence? I think it's difficult."
Everyone was silent, but I never thought that I would be able to say one more word with thick skin. I knew earlier—
Rudra and Amano Zongya each glared at the eager companions beside them, and motioned them to look at the three people who seemed to be out of shape and didn't care whether they said more or less.
As a result, several people slumped their heads, strangled their brain cells for the boss's face, silently recalled the short story of killing Matt, and was surprised that his story was so simple that there was no place to dig holes, but at the same time, it was difficult to break his logic.
However, there are two points of breakthrough. One is the shrill laughter heard on the two occasions a few days before and after, indicating that 'Ning Ning' had already died
The second is the female corpse stuck to the back of the teacher in the same dormitory. Is it to retaliate against 'me' or the teacher in the same dormitory
No matter what is possible, it is a place that can be conquered.
Everyone figured this out, and they all paid tribute to Kill Matt, thanking him for not killing all of them.
Killing Matt screamed: "I just said I have no culture!"
It was the second turn in red, she thought for a moment and said, "My key word is: mother.
I'm a late-night radio hostess. I'm popular because of her unique voice, but I hate the men who always call and harass me. Some of them even follow me secretly.
Fortunately, I have a good mother who insists on accompany me from get off work every day in order to protect me.
Sure enough, with the company of my mother, the sexual harassment around me is much less, especially the voyeur who often sneaks into my house, I no longer feel the disgusting feeling of being peeped.
I really don't know what my mother did. It's no use calling the police several times.
I got off work on time today, and my mother was waiting for me at the door with a thermal bucket. Really, I have gained four pounds this month, and I can no longer drink pork rib soup every day.
I complained about this to my mother, and she just smiled lovingly watching me drink the delicious pork ribs soup, but the meat seems to be not very fresh in recent days. "
Kill Matt immediately raised his hand: "You also said six words."
The red clothes opened their eyes and said nonsense: "No."
Killing Matt divided her paragraph into seven sentences, but Hong Yi said without blushing and breathless: "We have different sections, you can't deliberately divide into multiple paragraphs just because we don't understand Chinese well. ."
Because of the sentence limit rather than the word limit, and oral, so the sentence is free to testify, and it is easy to cheat.
Such as the story of red clothes, it is estimated that it can be divided into seven or eight sentences, but she insists on five sentences, and no one else can do it.
However, her story is still very exciting, a little thoughtful and terrifying.
There are not many flaws that kill Matt, but there are quite a lot of hearts. It is difficult to break the problem from her story in the next story.
"Continue to the third one." Wang Lingxian urged.
The third was Rudra, who immediately said, "My key word is a substitute.
When I was seven years old, I went to the swimming pool to learn to swim, but I was naturally afraid of water. Looking at the blue water in the pool with the medicine, I always felt terrified everywhere.
The empty swimming pool, the sound of grunting from nowhere, the water waves swaying, the drainage outlet looks like a spring in Baotu, and the dark inside seems to hide a terrible water ghost, reaching out at any time to drag passers-by.
A few days ago, an adult's leg was sucked into the drain. Seven or eight pulled him out to save him. Then he pointed to the drain and said something grabbed his foot. Everyone thought he was terrified. , mentally disturbed, only I saw the scratches on his legs that were opened with flesh and blood.
I didn't dare to go to the pool anymore, but my mother forced me to throw me in the empty pool, so I fell into the pool that day, looked at my mother who jumped down in a hurry, turned my head and smiled at the things in the drain.
I know 'she' is also looking forward to it. "
Kill Matt rubbed his arms: "Damn it."
I have to say that his sense of presence is really strong, and he will express his thoughts every time, and this time is no exception. The horror of quickly reciting Rudra's words lies in the rendering of the swimming pool in the previous two paragraphs.
Most people are naturally afraid of water. People who are not skilled in water will also feel suffocated when they enter the swimming pool.
Don't look at the swimming pool, which seems to be only two meters deep, and there are shallow water areas, which are not comparable to rivers, lakes and seas, but the seemingly safe swimming pool does not know how many people drown every year, and you don't even know if the place where you played has died. Standing where to rest, is there a drowning ghost looking for a stand-in below.
An empty swimming pool will magnify the fear of those who are afraid of water, because a lively swimming pool will at least give you some sense of security. The adults and children in the pool and the lifeguards on the shore will increase the chances of survival.
On the contrary, the empty swimming pool means that when you are drowning, the probability of survival is 0. Even if you shout, the entire swimming pool will only echo your dying cry.
In the pitch-black drain, like an invisible monster constantly swallowing water in the pool, it seems to be swallowing water, but in fact it chooses to devour it.
In the dead silence at this time, the sound of gurgling water came from the bottom of the swimming pool, which could not dispel the fear, but where did the sound of panic come from? Is it the long hair blocking the drain, as in the horror movies, and the end of the long hair is a tortured head
Human imagination is boundless, and it is best at scaring yourself.
This is the horror of Rudra's story. Of course, the most horrible thing is the last sentence. It makes people wonder if the 'protagonist' is making a deal with the things in the swimming pool and pushing the stick-educated mother out as a ghost substitute
His story is somewhat similar to that of the red clothes. Logically, there is nothing wrong with it, and it is difficult to break its logic.
The fourth was Wang Lingxian's turn.
Wang Lingxian said calmly: "My key word is: neighbors.
My neighbors are very strange. There is a family of three living upstairs. I can always hear the mother yelling at the seven- or eight-year-old son for being stupid and timid. He can't learn this or that, especially forcing him to learn this summer. Swimming is scolded every day.
But after that, I didn't scold, it was as quiet as moving, but I never saw the man upstairs again, and I don't know where he went.
Downstairs, there lived a mother and daughter. The daughter was a radio anchor. She came back every morning and was always followed by a perverted man. Then she called the police, causing the whole community to disagree.
After finishing the work one day, I realized that there was no more police downstairs. I thought maybe the perverted man finally gave up sexual harassment.
duh duh...
Although there is no siren, I chop bones in the middle of the night every day, and I can't sleep because of the noise. I ran downstairs and knocked on the door, but I received a bag of pork ribs and apologized, and I was suddenly embarrassed to blame. "
A story directly involved Red Clothes and Rudra, both of them were a little unhappy, especially Rudra, who had to fill in the "male master is missing" in the follow-up, wasting his limited sentences.
The shortcomings are also obvious, the story is too complete and quite satisfactory. It can be said that the logic is complete, or it can be said that there is no wonderful logic.
But it doesn't matter, anyway, it is to trap the first three people and block the next opportunity to continue digging.
Cen Jin thought to himself that the four stories have only been completed in the past ten minutes, but it is difficult to extract the main story.
Wang Lingxian asked the two beside him, "How am I?"
Huang Mao and Totem heard the words, expressionless but applauded in unison: "Wang Daxian, YYDS."