In a crazy circus, those normal thoughts are like dreams, but what is really intoxicating is the sleep-like words uttered by the clown on the stage.
The lights have been lit. In the center of the colorful circus, the clown raised his arms to greet the audience. No one was surprised, and there was deafening cheers all around. Those people had emotional smiles on their faces, as if they were really cheering for an unparalleled performance.
Yeah?
The flesh and blood dripping from the lion's mouth was still fresh, and half of the palm was still outside its teeth.
The human skin dress on the monkey is brand new, so new that you can still see two holes for eyes at the collar.
The tiger is lying on the side, with five right arms extending from its spine, holding a music ball in its hand, and constantly pressing out cheerful tunes.
The three-headed dog and the six-tailed cat rolled into a ball, leaving a shallow crater in the ground with each slap of their paws.
"What is this!" Tang Haiyao covered her head in disbelief, "Can't those audiences see it? We, we have to get out! Get out of here -"
"Inseparable." The man said seriously, "This is not an ordinary ghost, this is a ghost realm...a reality shown through powerful obsessions. Be careful, any harm we receive here is real. Yes, death is the same!"
With the man's expression, it was clear that the situation was beyond his control, and he was just standing still.
The surrounding audience was already caught up in the frenzy of the opening of the circus. The clown thanked him loudly, and then circus members began to walk out of the door behind him - a girl wearing tights and riding a unicycle; less than one meter tall, Surrounded by dwarfs with wooden barrels full of daggers; a tin man dressed in iron that made the sound of rusty gears grinding with every step he took; a fat gentleman in a suit and a top hat; dressed in a cowboy outfit with a pistol at his waist, Handsome man with whip and noose.
"Let me introduce the members of our circus! Miss Toss! The Barrel Dwarf! The Rust Knight! Mr. Top Hat! The Handsome Cowboy!" the clown shouted loudly, and the spectators cheered even more enthusiastically.
"Tell me, what do you like! What you like is the show! A unique show! Forget all the troubles of life! Laugh as much as you like, dance as much as you like! Let's party together until dawn! And the people around you Share your joy and smile! Come on! Don’t take no for an answer!”
The clown waved his arm downwards, and the circus music that came from nowhere started playing. The audience cheered and looked towards the stage. The beasts also got up and began to walk to the circus that had been arranged in advance. Next to the props.
"In the first show, Miss Toss will bring you a flying sword performance! It's an adrenaline-filled show! Let's see which lucky audience member gets the chance to experience it! Come on! The big carousel!"
A huge turntable fell with a bang from the ceiling, with up to four digits on it. With a snap of the clown's fingers, the turntable spun rapidly and finally stopped.
"Audience No. 0239! Congratulations!"
There was a spring sound, and Li Wenyue saw a seat in the row of auditoriums in the front left suddenly bounce up, ejecting an audience member directly onto the stage. The spectator fell hard after landing, and it took more than ten seconds to wake up. He had obviously been shouting crazily before, but now he returned to normal in an instant.
"This... what is this place? What... ah!!! Lion! Tiger, what are they, then, are they people? Hey, hey..."
Before he could get up, the Rusty Knight picked him up and tied him to an upright wooden board. The girl who had been riding a unicycle took an iron box from Mr. Top Hat and opened it. It was full of shining sharp blades.
Li Wenyue already knew what would happen to this person, but she had no intention of saving him—nor did she have the ability. She tried, but she was still able to stand up from her seat. The male Taoist priest was still observing, but Li Wenyue couldn't wait any longer. She knew that she was just an ordinary person, and if she didn't try her best to survive, she would end up like the chosen one sooner or later.
Pulling Tang Haiyao through the crazy crowd, she finally arrived at the aisle area. At this time, the flying sword performance on the stage had begun. The cold-light blade perfectly followed the edge of the person and slowly nailed a human shape. If this were just an ordinary circus performance, it would be considered superb.
"Li Wenyue, where are we going?"
"Being able to move freely here means that there are not so many restrictions in the ghost realm. Our chance is to find a way out at this time!"
A scream came from the stage, and the last sharp blade penetrated the man's throat. Blood gushed out like a fountain. Several beasts pounced on them and started biting. The cowboy swung his whip angrily to drive them away...
As they moved away from the crazy atmosphere, the two felt that their brains were gradually cooling down.
The tent was made of two layers, and after exiting the inner layer, the two of them smelled a putrid smell. Li Wenyue endured the smell and began to grope in that direction, and soon found a corner with iron cages. These cages were obviously used to contain the previous ferocious beasts. Li Wenyue took a photo with her mobile phone and found that the feeding troughs of these cages were indeed filled with human flesh and blood.
"Wen Yue! It's too scary here! Let's leave quickly! Just leave this tent, right?" Tang Haiyao said in horror.
Li Wenyue originally planned to do this, but with a flick of her finger, she saw something flickering in the flesh and blood.
After just a moment of hesitation, Li Wenyue reached out and grabbed it. Of course she didn't know what it was, but her intuition also told her that it was not that easy to leave the tent, so it was better to take risks.
The moment her fingers touched the thing, Li Wenyue heard an old-fashioned laughter in her ears. She grabbed the thing out of the dirty flesh and blood, and found that it was a ring. She wiped away the flesh and blood on it. , you can see the "JOKER" pattern of a playing card engraved on a square-shaped gem.
She was stunned for a moment, and at this moment, a cold feeling climbed up her spine.
"Congratulations, Mr. new leader."
[The uploader spends a lot of money]
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"I don't quite understand what this story means."
After Lu Ning uploaded his paragraph, Lu Ping asked slightly seriously, "First of all, this story has certain discrepancies with ghost stories, and it is different from previous ghost stories. Why did it pass the review? Secondly... What did Ms. Li mean by writing this? I don’t see how it can provide any help to our current situation.”
"There are many ways to write ghost stories. Mr. Lu, I believe the ones you are exposed to are basically from the perspective of the victim. This is the most common one, highlighting the terror of ghosts and the helplessness of humans...but it is not the only one. "Lu Ning smiled, "Some ghost stories described from the perspective of the perpetrator are equally exciting. There is a saying that the human heart is like a ghost. When a person starts to have sinister intentions, he becomes more evil than a ghost. And I am providing this in this story. Got an opportunity..."
"The story itself is about ghosts, so why add evil people to it?"
"It's not about adding evil people, evil people already exist. Our story determines the two roles of detective and murderer from the beginning, which means that the emergence of evil people is natural. What this story opens up is... we can start from this Clues to get the villain's perspective. I think that would be helpful in a realistic situation."
"Aren't you worried about yourself?"
"If the Taoist Master one day thinks that I have become evil, you might as well kill me with your own hands." Lu Ning said nonchalantly.
Of course, Lu Ning didn't tell everything. She arranged some testing methods outside of the article. First, she did not name the ring in the article, but the name she wanted was "Human Remains" - so whether this name would be used. What will be used by the subsequent pick-up players? What is going on with this judgment? If she can get a result, she can also confirm whether the creative parts outside the article are also included in the scope of Solitaire.
Another goal is the context of the entire article - so far, there has been no obstacle to many people branching out, and the reason is not yet clear. It's just that this is a Solitaire after all. If everyone writes their own thing, it will definitely not meet the requirements in the end, even if it can be reflected in reality. The biggest ones may be to increase the requirements after everyone has passed a round, or at a certain point in time Zheng Yunting will write a paragraph to wrap up all the stories. Both of these are better results, because the story will continue.
The worst thing that could happen is that the story doesn't need to end at all.
Late stage? What is late stage? It only takes twelve days at most for all twenty-four people to go through it, and this time limit may be the deadline for avoiding death in the article. But according to everyone's time, this time will only be shorter, and the freedom of the upgrade scene elasticity.
The relatively safe time is about to pass, and it has only been a little over three days.
While refueling the car, Lu Ning received another video request, but this time it was from Chen Hangla's group.
"Yan Zidan... let's find a quieter place, behind the gas station."
Lu Ning glanced at the name above.
After the video was connected, everyone was a little confused. The part of Yan Zidan was still dark, but soon a light came through, and Yan Zidan's voice came from inside.
"Sorry everyone, I just made a phone call."
"Calling? Where are you?" Zhang Xinqing asked.
"Home."
The home Yan Zidan refers to is a rental house near her school. According to the somewhat shaky camera, the scenery outside the window can be seen.
"To make a long story short." Yan Zidan paused and seemed to collect his thoughts, "I started checking the president's situation yesterday. Based on the president's class, I found his class teacher's phone number and learned about the president's situation. About The president also left school two days after our holiday, and no one was in his dormitory, which was a day or two later than us."
"Normally, the school is not planning to keep the dormitories open during the holidays." Chen Hang snorted.
"I asked the head teacher for the emergency contact number of the president. The reason was that there were some club affairs and the president could not be contacted at the moment. The teacher gave me the phone number and promised to help me contact him. Last night and this morning I respectively I called the president, but no one answered, so I called his home and sent some messages to the group."
Information in the group? Lu Ning quickly cut out the group chat, and sure enough, many of the chat texts in the morning contained a few words from Yan Zidan.
[Tingyuqiaoyi]: The first round of Solitaire is almost halfway done, right? President, if everyone is opening their own branch lines, how can we close them?
[President Staying at Home]: Of course the story needs to be wrapped up, but it’s still the beginning, so it’s better to let everyone play freely, right?
[Tingyuqiaoyi]: I understand, that means you can still write whatever you want now, right?
[President staying at home]: Just ask the question.
The problem is not with these words.
"Yan Zidan, were you calling his home at that time?" Lu Ning asked.
"Yes...yes. It was his father who answered the phone. He said that the president did not come home. He told his family that he wanted to find another opportunity before the end of the year. His contact in the past few days has been through text messages and chat software."
After a moment of silence, Qian Yipeng spoke: "In other words, there is no president on either side? His whereabouts are unknown? I definitely don't believe that he found an Internet cafe for a monthly subscription and then squatted in front of the computer to play with us. this game."
"As expected." Tang Haiyao said nervously, "I already feel something is wrong...Since the start of the game, whenever we mention him in the group chat, he will respond within a few seconds. The text review only takes two or three minutes. Although there are not many words, he doesn’t know when we will upload it, so it’s a bit weird to keep staring at it. It’s almost like he is a robot.”
"You can just say that he lives in the group." Chen Hang gritted his teeth, "What happened to Zheng Yunting? Even if he died and turned into a ghost, how could he have the leisure to do such a thing? By the way, sister Dandan, don't do it again I'm continuing to investigate, I've already hired a private detective, it's too dangerous for someone like you with no professional skills to investigate something that is obviously wrong."
"I know, I'm a little scared too." Yan Zidan finally turned the camera to herself. It was obvious that she hadn't slept well. "What should I do if the person in the group is not the president? Will all the ghost stories we write happen to us? Body? Then if we write more and more horror, will we be like in the story-"
"Let's pause the random thoughts." Zhang Xinqing interrupted Yan Zidan's slightly restless words, "Those of us who have already encountered trouble haven't panicked yet. What are you afraid of now? Relax and contact us at any time. If you have any questions We will find ways to save you regardless of the situation."
"But you are all outside..."
"If danger happens to us, don't you have nothing to be afraid of? By the way, Li Wenyue, have you continued the circus story about Shi Lan?"
"Well, what's wrong?"
Zhang Xinqing's camera turned, and a leaflet came into view. There were several eye-catching characters on the fancy leaflet: [Poker Circus, the show starts today! 】
"I'm in Secret City, remember."
