A deserted island really deserves the word barren.
There are cliffs on both sides of the southeast, and the sea water rolls and beats on the stone walls. There is a gentle hill in the middle of the whole island, with meadows and forests on both sides of the hillside, and sandy beaches and rocks near the coast.
Of course, Fang Daichuan didn't know what happened at Liuting Airport. This deserted island on the high seas was already thousands of miles away from the border of China. He still treats all of this as a reality show variety show, but the process is a little different.
"It's this island..." Lao Chen stood at the door of the cabin and sighed. The way he looked at his feet was very strange, which made Fang Daichuan unconsciously a bit square. How can I say that kind of look is very complicated. Although Fang Daichuan is not good at learning, he is more or less sensitive to these emotional things because he has acted in plays for so many years. What does Lao Chen's eyes look like? It was as if he was looking at his own child, and it was the kind of child who was sold away when he was young and came to his door when he grew up. He felt a little nostalgic, a little guilty, and a little scared...
In the middle of the deserted island, on a gentle hilltop, there is a quite large villa with four floors, a beautiful small garden in the backyard, and a large helipad in front. The helicopter landed on the spot, and several men in black grabbed his arms and took him out of the cabin with Mr. Chen. Fang Daichuan reflexively looked for the camera, and while grabbing the camera, he said, "Brother! You really hurt me, don't be so rough! She is such a delicate woman, take pity on her!"
The man in black behind him put his knee on his ass and shouted, "Shut up!"
"Oh, I understand this sentence," Fang Daichuan pouted cutely, "You are the real murderer."
I didn't feel it when I was in the sky, but Fang Daichuan took a look after he got down, and found that the apron was quite large, with a dozen or so helicopters parked around, scattered here and there. There are quite a lot of people, Fang Daichuan thought.
Under normal circumstances, the first step of a reality show should be to allocate a dressing room, and then the members introduce each other, meet the chief director together, exchange scripts, and then draw lots. But not this time. Fang Daichuan was directly pushed into the villa.
The first floor of the villa is a banquet hall with a floor height of about five or six meters. The crystal chandelier hangs down with long tassels, and the whole space is spacious and bright. More than ten people were sitting around a long table, men and women, old and young. When they heard someone coming in, they all looked back.
Fang Daichuan felt something was wrong, because he didn't know any of these people.
Could it be an amateur variety show? Fang Daichuan thought to himself, Xiao Zhou said, this show is to praise the hostess of Pitaya Channel, could it be possible to find a bunch of amateurs to support the show, especially to praise the hostess? That person is a little too much, it's not easy to edit.
Each episode of a reality show is at most 90 minutes, and the length of the shots for everyone is basically fixed. If it is too long, the audience will be tired and there will be fewer laughs. If it is too short, it will not be conducive to the performance of the guests, and the audience will not be impressed. So basically, the currently popular reality shows will try their best to find a balance between the number of guests and the development of the story. The international practice is 6 to 9 people.
Fang Daichuan glanced briefly, there were already 12 people present, including himself and Lao Chen, there were already fourteen people, and there were enough people in Group AB.
But how are werewolf killers divided into AB groups? There are also two camps, but if they are divided into groups from the beginning, where is the suspense? How should the clip be cut? The more Fang Daichuan watched, the more he couldn't figure out what Dragon Fruit Terrace was thinking.
The staff let them go, and the handsome mixed-race boy glanced at him and gestured to the staff. His status seems to be higher than other staff members, and so is his appearance. The rest of the men in black stood beside them, aiming their guns at the back of their heads.
The door of the villa slammed shut.
Shall I say hello to everyone first? Fang Daichuan thought to himself.
"Sorry...we are late, I am Fang Daichuan, everyone has been waiting for a long time." Fang Daichuan greeted with a smile.
No one paid attention to him, everyone was tense and pale, staring at the small table in front of them. Fang Daichuan felt a little embarrassed, and felt that these people were acting too much, so he scratched his head and pulled the chair away to sit down. Old Chen sat opposite him.
A girl next to him opened the corners of her mouth and gave him a forced smile: "I know you, have you filmed a costume TV series, "Magic Feeding"? You played the hero's good friend, Master Wang San or Young Master Chen San?"
Fang Daichuan sighed: "Thank you, Third Young Master."
"Oh," the girl twitched the corners of her mouth embarrassingly, "I'm sorry I misremembered, it's Young Master Xie San, he's quite handsome."
Fang Daichuan smiled at her and thanked her.
The girl looked around, and when she saw the black muzzle of the pistol, she swallowed and said nervously, "My name is Ding Zihui, please take care of me later."
"No problem!" Fang Daichuan agreed without hesitation. It seems that this is the female MC, Fang Daichuan thought, this girl doesn't look like a goddess at all, and she doesn't have plastic surgery face, she is sweet and charming, she is okay to play the little sister next door, she can hold on Do you think of the goddess of wisdom? Fang Daichuan thought while shaking hands with the other party.
"Hi everyone, welcome to Dustwald." A voice came out of nowhere.
Everyone was taken aback by the sound. The speaker seemed to have used a voice changer. There was a hissing electric sound, and no male or female could be identified. Fang Daichuan knew in his heart that this was a common method used by reality shows, and it was the sound from loudspeakers hidden around the room, but he still pretended to be shocked, trembled, and showed a terrified expression on his face.
That voice is probably the chief director, or the executive director, who deliberately used a voice changer to speak to create program effects.
The voice continued: "A long time ago, on the top of a steep mountain by the Rhine, there was a small village called "Dustwald". This small village was attacked by werewolves every night. The werewolves and the villagers After a desperate fight, the thirteen villagers who escaped finally built a boat and escaped from this cursed village. The boat carried the thirteen villagers to a deserted island, and they The island was named 'Dustward' and started life again. But on the night of the first full moon, something frightening finally happened. The descendants of werewolves were hidden among the thirteen villagers. A new killing game is about to be staged on this deserted island."
Yes, this story is very interesting, Fang Daichuan said in his heart, it has an atmosphere of pretending to be a ghost.
However, a girl sitting at the top frowned and said, "Thirteen villagers? But there are fourteen of us!"
Fang Daichuan was stunned for a moment, no, their long tables consist of seven pairs of tables, each with a host seat, and now the host seats are all vacant, and the tables on both sides are fully occupied, with dozens or fourteen people in pairs.
The "Chief Director" laughed softly, and continued: "It seems that our ship has encountered an uninvited guest. There are ghosts disguised as humans, and sneaked into our Dustwald. What can we do, our character card is only Thirteen."
"Then, before the game officially starts, let's play a 'ghost hunting' warm-up game."
"There are two decks of poker in the cabinet behind you, Si Nian, you are the croupier." The "Chief Director" ordered.
The half-breed brother who escorted Fang Daichuan to the island bowed his head and stepped out, walked to the back cabinet and took out two playing cards. It turned out that his name was Sinian, Fang Daichuan turned his head and looked at his back thinking, but he didn't know which two words? Is he Chinese? He also has a role as an NPC? He is actually the MC that Dragon Fruit TV wants to support, right? !
"The rules of 'Ghostbusters' must be clear to everyone," the "Chief Director" introduced, "There are a total of 108 cards in the two sets of playing cards. If the three ghost cards are removed, there will be a total of 105 cards. Each player will draw seven or more cards. Eight cards, the cards with the same number are drawn and discarded, and the cards are drawn from the hands of the previous player in order, and the cards with the same number continue to be discarded. Whoever has the last remaining single ghost card is the "ghost" who mixed into the villager team. "
"Si Nian, deal the cards." The "chief director" gave the order, and the spooky voice change and gloomy tone were so well controlled that even Fang Daichuan felt a shudder in his heart.
The mixed-race brother played poker superbly with one hand. Two poker cards were turned over and over in his hand, and a bridge was shuffled out. His complexion was fine and fair, and his fingers quickly brushed across the pure black back of the card, making people dazzled. He shuffled the cards and distributed them to the fourteen people present one by one.
I don't want to be fooled, Fang Daichuan said in his heart, he lost the first round, and he probably had to go home straight away. Thinking of Xiao Zhou's late mother face and Brother Deng's gloomy eyes, he couldn't help but shudder.
The cards have been dealt. Fang Daichuan had seven cards buckled in front of him. He took a deep breath and turned over the cards. Luckily, there were two pairs. He quickly drew them and threw them into the card pool in the center of the table like everyone else.
The cards in each person's hand range from three to seven, and everyone looks like they are facing a big enemy. The man diagonally across from him was pale, with a look of dying. Everyone looked at each other and tried, guessing that the man had drawn a fake card. The suspected ghost card was at Mr. Chen's upper house, and a drop of sweat was already dripping from Mr. Chen's forehead.
"Start from the top, Yang Song, please draw cards." Another order came from the loudspeaker.
The girl called Yang Song was the one who first questioned the number of people. She was about twenty years old, with no expression on her face, and looked extremely cold.
She took a deep breath, drew a card from her opponent's hand, compared it, and quickly drew two identical cards and threw them into the card pool.
Her next player's expression immediately relaxed a lot, drawing the same card proved that it was not a fake card. The next player then drew a card from Yang Song.
The game progressed quickly, quickly and silently, Fang Daichuan kept a close eye on everyone's expressions, especially when Lao Chen drew the last card. Everyone stared at them, and Lao Chen chose for half a minute before choosing the one in the middle. His superior held on to the card tightly, not wanting to be drawn away by him, but Lao Chen pulled it violently, his expression relaxed for a moment. He looked at the cards and threw two identical cards onto the table against everyone's eyes.
Fang Daichuan let out a long breath of relief.
The game has been played for three rounds.
A ten-year-old child who came with his mother was the first to escape. This kind of poker game has the most luck for children, so there is no way.
The second one to escape was Ding Zihui. She gently placed the last two cards in her hand on the table, her fingers were still trembling, and then quickly made a cross on her forehead and shoulders, and put her hands on her chest to pray.
Anyone who has played ghost hunting knows that in this game, getting ghost cards is not the scariest at the beginning. As the game progresses, ghost cards are easy to get rid of, and the later the game, the more exciting it is.
Sure enough, after getting rid of two-thirds of the players, it was Lao Chen's turn to draw cards again. This time, the expression on his face couldn't hold back any longer, and instantly turned pale.
His superior was so excited that he was about to cry, and took three deep breaths to control his emotions.
The joker has changed hands.
Lao Chen looked up at Fang Daichuan, shuffling and shuffling the three cards without stopping.
Fang Daichuan swallowed his saliva. He still has two cards left in his hand, Lao Chen has three cards left, and there are four people left on the field. There is one card left.
Fang Daichuan touched Lao Chen's cards one by one with his fingers. Lao Chen's eyes moved with his fingers, and his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Fang Daichuan comforted himself, if he draws a ghost, he will get a ghost, anyway, he will go home anyway, but the tense and anxious atmosphere on the court cannot allow him to comfort himself like this. Who cares, just pick one, Fang Daichuan glanced to the right, the half-race boy named Sinian stood in the empty seat on his right, looking at him meaningfully.
Just choose the right! Fang Daichuan drew lightly and put the cards in his hand.
Three different cards, no ghosts, and no identical faces. Fang Daichuan looked calm, neither the joy of escaping from birth, nor the annoyance of mourning a concubine, he silently spread the cards in his hand into a fan shape, and handed them to his next player to choose.
His next family is Ding Zihui, who has already escaped, and the next few people have also escaped. The current next home is the young mother who brought the child to the stage. She is far away from him. I can't tell anything from the expressions on his and Lao Chen's faces. After struggling for two minutes, Fang Daichuan's hands were sore. Only then did he come over and draw the card in the middle.
The king of hearts was taken away. The young mother let out a sigh of relief, collapsed on the chair, and threw the two remaining kings into the card pool.
There are only the last three people left. It's time for Lao Chen's family to draw cards. His original family got away, so according to the regulations, he has to draw a card from Fang Daichuan. He has one last card left.
Fang Daichuan shuffled the cards casually, and the man wanted to draw as soon as he gritted his teeth. A girl next to him grabbed his arm violently.
"How's baby?" he asked. The two of them seem to be a couple.
The girl's body trembled slightly, and she kissed him on the face: "Du Wei, I will give you all the luck points, you must not die."
As for what, Fang Daichuan is quite speechless about this kind of drama couple, they are just playing a reality show, making it feel like parting from life to death. "Hurry up!" Fang Daichuan impatiently compared the cards in his hand.
Du Wei closed his eyes tightly, and pulled out a card, the Ace of Spades, which was exactly the same as the card in his hand.
Du Wei couldn't help throwing out the cards in his hand, and kissed his girlfriend next to him fiercely, and the two kissed.
The victory and defeat have been divided.
Fang Daichuan only had the last card left. According to the rules of the game, Lao Chen had to draw another card from his hand. It seemed that the joker card that hadn't been released was destined to stay in Lao Chen's hands.
Old Chen's face was pale as paper, he tremblingly took the card in Fang Daichuan's hand, drew it together with his own card of the same rank, and pressed it on the table. Only the last flipped card remained in the hand.
Brother Si Nian turned over the card and pushed it into the card pool - the ghost card.
Fang Daichuan finished the game in a tense spirit, and was extremely tired. He fumbled in his pocket and wanted to smoke a cigarette, but he restrained himself when he realized that this was a reality show.
There was an eerie silence in the room.
The hissing sound of electricity from the corner of the room sounded again: "The winner has been decided. It seems that everyone has found the ghost that got into the ship. Then the ghost is dealt with. Let's officially start the game. I can't wait."
As soon as he finished speaking, before everyone could react, the foreign devil standing behind Old Chen took two steps back and fired with a bang.
Bright red blood and yellow and white brains splashed all over the table.
The poker cards in the card pool were instantly soaked in blood. Fang Daichuan sat opposite Lao Chen, with blood and brains sprinkled on his face and chest.
The turbid liquid was still warm, and Fang Daichuan, who was hot, was very clever. Fang Daichuan foolishly stretched out his hand and touched the blood on his face. The blood dripped down the table from his trembling fingertips, and all he could smell in his nose was the smell of death.
Old Chen's head had been completely cracked open, his body threw forward heavily, and the broken half of his head hit heavily on the opened joke card in front of him.
"Ah!" Ding Zihui, who was beside Fang Daichuan, closed his eyes tightly and screamed up to the sky.