Fang Daichuan's mind went blank.
Ding Zihui's scream almost pierced his eardrums, and the stench in his nostrils could not be wiped away. Everyone stood up subconsciously, and the legs of the stool scraped against the floor. The sound reminded me of when the teacher accidentally scratched the blackboard with his fingernails when he was writing, which made his teeth sour.
Only Fang Daichuan just sat there.
This is not a special effect, Lao Chen's head is not a prop carefully prepared by the props team, and this stench is not specially prepared artificial plasma, all of this is real.
Old Chen is really dead.
Died before my eyes, blood spattered all over my face.
Fang Daichuan couldn't feel his own breathing, and couldn't hear all the noises from the outside world. He sat opposite the dead man and saw the blood dripping out over the table, soaking all the playing cards. The joke card was pressed under his half-shattered head, and there seemed to be a weird smile on the clown's bright red face.
This is not a reality show on Dragon Fruit TV, Fang Daichuan belatedly thought, this is a real death game, and those people are holding real guns.
"I'm not playing anymore!" A man pushed his chair away and ran out of the house. He tripped over something on the way and staggered a little. ! Stop playing!!!”
He yelled and ran to the door, waving his hands.
boom-
Another gunshot and his steps stopped. Fang Daichuan saw a large cloud of blood erupting from behind him, out of inertia, he still rushed forward, and slammed heavily on the heavy metal door with a bang.
He fell down and landed on the door, his fingers were still twitching, and a small puddle of blood gradually oozed out from under his body.
Ding Zihui waved her hands in front of her chest, her eyes were wide open, she didn't cry or scream this time.
The group of people who reacted a lot just now did not have the slightest overreaction this time. The one who cried the most was the ten-year-old child. At this time, the crying stopped abruptly, and he even forgot to bury his face in his mother's arms. Everyone stared at the corpse by the door with the same ambition.
There was no sound.
Fang Daichuan didn't remember how he got to the corpse, he walked to the door with the guns of all the devils on his shoulders. It turns out that this is what it feels like to be pointed at by more than a dozen guns, Fang Daichuan thought, his scalp is numb, and the hairs all over his body are about to explode, as if his body is covered with rashes, and there are tiny bugs burrowing out from under the skin, and it seems that there are The electric current rushes wildly, jumping up like crazy, or shaking his shoulders vigorously.
He swallowed, raised his hands, and explained: "I... don't go, I just want to see him, let me see if he... is dead."
The muzzle of the gun was still firmly nailed to him, no one spoke, and no one dared to move. Not far away, Lao Chen's blood finally soaked the entire table, dripping from the edge of the table, making a popping sound every half a second, and then the blood droplets became more and more dense, and finally turned into a whole stream of blood flow . Fang Daichuan's fingers touched the side of the deceased's neck lightly. The deceased's hand was still twitching, but the carotid artery was still. When he turned his head, a bead of cold sweat dripped down the corner of his eyes, and he shook his head at the others.
Everyone seemed to be switched on.
The child was the first to react. He curled his lips, but he didn't dare to cry loudly. He turned around and hugged his mother's leg, buried his head in her waist, and firmly bit the corner of her clothes.
The girl who gave all her lucky points to her lover fell limply to the ground, and the boyfriend at the side put his hand through her armpit and dragged her up tightly.
"Welcome to the werewolf game, everyone," said the man behind the loudspeaker with a smile. "There is no retreat, no chance, and no regrets."
The voice processed by the voice changer was cold and malicious, as if inorganic, like the pupils of a snake, or the pale bones of a dead man, Fang Daichuan shivered violently.
The voice was a bit embarrassed: "You guys are really, one more at a time, one less at a time, if we knew that someone would die, why should we play a game of ghost hunting? I managed to get 13 people together."
Fang Daichuan swallowed his saliva: "Who are you, why do you kill them?!"
"Oh~ you don't know? You haven't signed the contract?" The man drew his voice and smiled lowly, "It seems that we made a mistake, you are the real 'ghost' who sneaked into our Du Steward."
There were a few clicks, the sound of bullets being pushed into the barrel of the gun.
Fang Daichuan was no stranger to firearms. When he was a child, his parents were busy and no one cared about him. He was often taken to the police station and entrusted to the care of the uncle on duty or the logistics clerk. When he was bored, he sneaked to the training ground to watch his uncles and aunts train. He also sneaked a real gun. The cold black metal feels no different from a first-class mechanical keyboard or a computer with a metal case. It is also cold and delicate. I don't think it's so scary. Later, I stumbled into the entertainment industry by mistake. Because of my good skills, I often acted in anti-Japanese war scenes where hand-to-hand devils were torn apart. I touched model guns and let go of empty shells. I tied a blood bag on my chest and was shot. fell dead.
But that doesn't mean that when a real gun hits your forehead, you will get used to the gun and stop panicking. The back waist of Fang Daichuan's shirt was already wet.
"I didn't sneak in on purpose," Fang Daichuan took a few deep breaths, his voice still trembling, his throat was dry, and he explained, "I'm going to participate in a reality show on Dragon Fruit TV called 'Werewolf Killing', The filming location is in Qingdao. If you don’t believe me, you can search the Internet. There are probably Reuters and warm-up announcements. My plane was delayed, and the program team said to send a car to pick it up. I accidentally went to your wrong place. car. I didn't mean to!"
Fang Daichuan didn't know where he should look, the person who controlled his life and death was not there at this moment. He should be able to see me, Fang Daichuan thought, he raised his head to look for the camera, hoping to convey his sincere expression to the eyes of the people behind the scenes.
The electric voice sounded indifferently: "I don't care whether you sneaked in on purpose. Anyway, I don't have enough people. Since you are here, I have no choice but to continue playing. What's your name?"
Fang Daichuan couldn't describe his mood at that moment, as if a fallen mage who made a deal with the devil, once he handed over his name, he handed over his soul. However, the threat of death was close at hand, he swallowed, and said word by word: "Fang Daichuan."
"Fang Daichuan, ho ho, I wish you luck."—as if a curse from hell.
"Little ghost, you don't understand our rules." The electronic voice unexpectedly explained to Fang Daichuan, "Our game is fair and voluntary, oh, except you hapless wretch. The 'Werewolf Game' is real In the game of death, everyone who comes here has signed a life-and-death certificate. 'There are no rules in the game, and once it starts, it can't be stopped. Those who live can win huge rewards, and people who die can lose everything.' Go back and ask them, is it in our contract? Is it written like this? Since you came to Dustwald, you have to abide by the rules of the contract, you want to win money, and you want to survive, how can it be so cheap?"
To Fang Daichuan's surprise, the behind-the-scenes boss explained clearly and well-founded, and he didn't sound like a schizophrenic lunatic. — But who knows for sure, there are a lot of anti-social personalities with normal IQs these days.
The voice laughed again and said, "Does anyone have any objections?" His tone was kind, and somewhat polite and gentle, but Fang Daichuan only felt that this tone was much more intimidating than threatening or cursing.
Where do you dare to object? The one who disagreed was already lying at the door, and no one dared to speak.
"Great, let's start drawing cards. Si Nian, send the card box to everyone." The man's voice was expectant and excited, like a child about to see ants fighting, with a bit of malicious innocence.
The half-breed brother ordered people to put the card box on the table with a blank face.
There are a total of thirteen card boxes, with exquisite workmanship, square cubes, wrapped in brown leather and brass at the corners.
"Each person randomly picks a character box. The thirteen character boxes have the same appearance and the same weight. Each of them contains a character card and game rules. The werewolf's box will contain four additional bottles of wolfsbane. The witch is a poison and An antidote. The onset time of Wolfsbane is half an hour. If you get the antidote within half an hour, you can still be saved. If it takes more than half an hour, you can only be sorry. The witch’s poison is onset immediately, and there is no solution. I hope you have a good time. "
The girl named Yang Song walked forward quickly, picked up a box and shook it. There was no sound.
"Don't be too busy," Fang Daichuan sighed, "Since he said that the weights are equal and the appearance is the same, then the inside must be fixed with card foam, the injection and the piece of paper are fixed inside, and nothing can be shaken. of."
Yang Song didn't believe in evil, and shook all the boxes one by one. Sure enough, as Fang Daichuan said, none of the boxes had a different sound. She sighed, took out a box and slumped on the chair: "I can't help it, life or death... each has its own destiny."
Compared to other crying girls, Yang Song was calm and rational. She had signed the contract earlier, and compared to Fang Daichuan who barged in with her head covered, she was somewhat psychologically prepared.
Everyone also reacted, and rushed forward to grab the box, as if they were afraid that they would only be left with a bad hand if it was too late. Fang Daichuan looked around, but he didn't move. Ding Zihui picked out a box, came over and asked him, "Why don't you pick it?"
Fang Daichuan sighed: "I'm lucky-E. Others leave me with a good card. If I pick it myself, I will definitely pick a commoner. I'm used to it."
The rest of the people have picked out the boxes, but there is nothing to pick, just pick a box at random. Fang Daichuan walked over, struggled for a while among the remaining two boxes, and chose one with his eyes closed.
There was only one last box left on the table.
"There is still one person missing, what should we do?" The man smiled lowly, with unspeakable malice in his voice, he ordered, "Si Nian, why don't you stay and play with them?"
Fuck! Tiger poison does not eat its offspring, and rabbits do not eat the grass beside their nests! Fang Daichuan turned his face to look at the mixed-race brother, who also turned pale and stood there motionless. Among these men in black, he is the only one who doesn't hold a gun, doesn't have a beard and big muscles, he looks gentle and easy to bully. The foreign devil next to him grabbed his collar, ripped off the earphones pinned to his collar, and aimed his gun between his eyebrows.
The voice-over continued to laugh and said, "Si Nian, stay with us, be good."
The little brother glanced at the other players. Everyone looked at him with mixed eyes, with fear, hatred and subtle sympathy. Si Nian gave up resistance. He looked up at the black muzzle of the gun between his eyebrows, lowered his head and let out a long sigh, took a step forward, his fingers trembling, and took the last box on the table.
"That's great, that's great," the mentally ill applauded and laughed, "It's getting dark outside, you'd better find a safe place, check your identity box, there will be surprises. Oh yes, you guys In addition to the character card, there is also an identity magnetic card without any markings in the box. Remember to swipe the character card and bind your fingerprints. It will be very useful. I forgot to remind you that there is a seabed near this island Volcano, active volcano. After seven days, this island will be covered by water vapor, carbon dioxide, pyroclastic and lava from the underwater explosion, and it will completely become an island of death. I will send a helicopter to pick it up at that time For the winners, remember, God only favors the wise, and I only take the winners in my helicopter."
"My dear guests, I welcome you to Dustwald again. Now please leave the scene quickly, and our werewolf game has officially begun!"