Two glances.
Staring at each other in this dark and narrow corridor...
When Qianye saw this man, he subconsciously wanted to hit him with an ax!
However.
Just when he was about to make this move.
But suddenly I felt that my hands were empty...
The heaviness brought by the bloody ax also disappeared at this moment.
"when?!"
Qianye looked down at the man in surprise.
I saw that the other party had snatched the ax from my hand at some point. He held the ax in front of his eyes as if he was admiring some literary treasure, and stroked it carefully and carefully.
"This ax of yours is extraordinary."
he admired.
certainly.
How could Qianye care whether the opponent praised his ax or not? He originally planned to strike with the ax, take advantage of the gap between the opponent's axe, and then run away.
And so far, not only has it not been cut.
The weapon in his hand was also taken away by the man.
The idea of escaping directly became more established without hesitation...
Turn around and lift your legs.
The movements are almost done in one go.
Qianye only needs to take a step forward and open the distance between the two before the man reacts, then he can buy himself more time.
Snapped!
only.
Just when Qianye was about to take this step with his right foot, he suddenly felt his shoulder being pulled by the man's hand.
There was not much strength coming from the shoulders.
It's even a bit light-hearted.
It's as if you can break free with just a little effort...
After the brain conveys the command to break away.
Qianye's body naturally reacted instinctively, trying to escape from the man's hands...
"Can't move?"
He glanced at the hand on his shoulder in surprise.
The lines on the back of the hand are very deep, and the knuckles are covered with a thick layer of calluses. Above the calluses, there are some blood stains that seem to never be washed away.
If you just look at the appearance of hands to recognize people.
The first time Qianye saw this hand, he would probably guess whether the opponent was a boxer or something like that.
but,
None of this matters.
What matters is.
He can't move now...
The calloused hand on the back seemed to have some kind of confinement effect. The moment it came into contact with his body, he lost control of his body.
"Change the plot..."
Qianye opened his panel.
Prepare to revise the plot content.
However.
In the script, no new content has been updated so far.
It’s still the two paragraphs that summarize this worldview…
"But...how to change it?"
"There's no way to change it!"
She felt that the man behind her was getting closer and closer to her, and even her neck could feel the cold air exhaled by the man.
"no way."
"Just try it again."
【Unruly person. 】
[It will eventually be cleared...]
[Has been actively modified. 】
[You can actively modify the number of remaining words: 3]
[Not passively modified yet]
…
[A person who obeys the rules. 】
[It will eventually be cleared...]
【Um? Did the author make a typo? Why is it completely contradictory to the previous one? 】
[Xiaoyu: Thank you, it has been modified. 】
…
[Has been actively modified. 】
[You can actively modify the number of remaining words: 3]
[Not passively modified yet]
…
【Unruly person. 】
[It will not be cleared after all...]
[Author, is that not necessary? It doesn’t matter if the logic of this sentence doesn’t make sense, are you doing this to make all my previous feelings in vain? 】
[Xiaoyu: Thank you, it has been modified. I'm sorry. The manuscript I wrote recently has been checked several times and there is no problem, but there are always such low-level errors every time I send it up. It may be that my mental state has been relatively bad during this period. I will find a time to check it... I'm really sorry. 】
…
Just as Qianye guessed.
Changes of this level will affect the worldview of this script.
I don't know whether the so-called "author" can detect it.
As an audience, readers have a large base.
How could it not be discovered?
"So, what to do..."
Qianye felt that he might have really fallen into a trap this time. Facing this script, which was much more difficult than before, his ability to modify the plot was hit hard at this time.
Encountered the iron plate of a generalized world view...
"There's no time, I can't move."
"Continue to change the plot?"
"But in this tough worldview, even if I run out of words, I'm afraid I won't be able to succeed."
"The source of the curse won't do much either."
"what to do……"
Qianye suddenly discovered.
When he lost the ability to modify the plot, he was actually no better than others.
Compared to An only their rich experience.
Or the source of accumulated curses.
There are also ways to solve problems and think about the problems from all angles.
He is too mediocre and ordinary...
Even speaking.
If you don't have the ability to modify the plot.
He would probably die on that train as the unlucky guy when he got on the train for the first time.
"Are you going to die?"
After finding that he couldn't do anything extra.
Qianye's anxious state of mind became slightly calmer.
Maybe he expected his own ending.
A compromise with death.
Perhaps after struggling for a while, he realized that his efforts in this situation were just in vain.
But anyway.
He really gave up on himself at this moment...
The man held Cai Yanan's ax upside down in his hand.
His right hand held Qianye's shoulder.
He moved his body closer and closer to Qianye's body, and the blood stains all over his body seemed to be from a recent murder.
die.
It seemed like only a few seconds.
"Will it be split in half?"
"Or strangle me to death with your hands?"
"If possible, try to have a good time..."
Qianye looked at the dark gray cement wall in the corridor in front of him, and the green channel light of the sign reflected on his face.
After covering it with a layer of green light.
His entire face looked too downcast when he was angry...
"You loser! What have you been doing! Why haven't you come back yet?"
at this moment.
Suddenly the woman's voice came from the corridor.
Chino heard this voice.
It was as if I had caught the last straw of drowning.
The look in his eyes also rekindled...
"No, that's not right."
"still have a chance."
"In addition to modifying the plot and the source of the curse, there are also opportunities to take advantage of the rules."
"Since going up and down the stairs or staying in place doesn't work, then maybe the rules of this place are not about running away at all..."
"Perhaps, meeting this man here is the result of the plot connection."
"It cannot be concluded that what I just did was wrong."
"At least for now."
"No matter what I do, I will eventually meet this man."
"Since that woman asked him to go back, the next plot will be triggered."
"This is not a dead end..."
"I have encountered it in the organization's information."
"There has never been a fatal game. Whenever something weird appears, it will have rules."
at this time.
Qianye found that control of his body suddenly returned.
At the same time, he also felt the man's hand on his shoulder and took it back.
"If you violate the employee code, you will die and you will be removed."
"Then I should have died long ago."
"It's like being in the toilet, directly encountering a situation of killing behind closed doors."
"Although ghosts hitting the wall are still killing behind closed doors."
"But from an author's point of view, if you want to kill a supporting character behind closed doors, you shouldn't have to arrange such a troublesome character relationship line for Weird, and then put this into the situation where only this supporting character knows about this place. Supporting character kills…”
"I'm not just a supporting character."
"The identity of a prime supporting actor is above that of a supporting actor. My identity will only be bigger in the entire script world."
"Such an important identity assignment."
"If I were the author."
"Even if weird arrangements are made, it will also provide a way out for this character, a way out that uses plot as a solution..."
Although Qianye's psychological journey is relatively complicated.
But in fact it only lasts for a second.
After the man pulled back the hand on his body, he raised his head and looked upstairs.
A woman's status is higher than him.
This can be easily seen.
After hearing the woman's call, he responded directly without much hesitation: "Okay, I got it, I'll be right back!"
Finished.
He looked parallel to Qianye: "I like your ax very much. Are you interested in coming to my house and sitting there? I want to see more of your axe."
"I Have a Picture Book of Ghosts and Gods"
"OK, all right."
After all.
This was the first time Chino had a serious conversation with Weird.
To participate in the bizarre plot.
Of course, in fact, as long as there is even a way out here, he will not participate in this plot.
only.
As for the current situation.
Chino had no choice...
The man heard Qianye's answer.
He didn't make much of a reaction, he just held the stolen bloody ax and looked around it with greedy and appreciative eyes, while taking steps to walk upstairs.
Qianye was at a slightly safer distance from him.
Followed by……
The floor of the man’s house is not that far away.
You can tell the intensity of the sound coming from upstairs.
Qianye and the man walked through two or three flights of stairs when they saw a lonely dark green iron door in the corridor.
The iron door is ajar.
Slightly upward in the middle of the door is an old-fashioned push-pull cat's eye, separated by vertical steel bars.
The character "福" hanging upside down for some time was pasted.
One corner also lost its stickiness due to too much time and hung downward.
The lights in the house are very dim...
There was a dim light bulb hanging from the ceiling of the living room that had maybe only twenty watts of power.
The bulky TV is placed on the right hand side of the door.
The TV is on.
But nothing was playing.
Some are just a white snowflake screen that appears to be due to poor signal...
Qianye followed the man into the house.
Standing in the corner of the living room is neither standing nor sitting.
I could only see the man carefully placing his ax on the coffee table covered with oilcloth, then lowering his face to talk to his wife who was busy in the kitchen.
The smell in the kitchen is terrible.
It's like cooking shit.
Waves of stench continued to emanate from inside, causing Qianye to breathe more lightly...
Past the kitchen location.
It is the bedroom of this house.
In addition to the two closed rooms, the master bedroom and the guest bedroom, there is also a children's room that is open.
There was the sound of a ball hitting the ground.
Qianye guessed.
Probably because the little boy accidentally dropped the ball downstairs when he was playing with it, his mother called him back to his room to play...
The atmosphere in this family of three is very strange.
However, Qianye couldn't tell for a moment what kind of weirdness it was.
He could only stand in the corner of the entrance like a telegraph pole, quietly observing the layout of the house.
that's all.
It took about ten minutes to wait.
The man walked out of the kitchen carrying a plate of dark dishes and placed it on the dining table in a decent manner.
During this period, he caught a glimpse of Qianye.
Perhaps he still had a sense of hospitality in his heart. After wiping his hands with a rag placed on the sofa, he said to Qianye: "Come and sit down. You're already here, so let's have a bowl together." meal."
"Yeah, okay." Qianye nodded.
At this point, he can only follow the plot.
Try to drag the content into the panel to update as much as possible, and find a point that can be modified to ensure your own safety.
"Old waste, who is out there?"
The woman in the kitchen heard the conversation between the two.
She asked curiously.
"No one, just a friend I just met downstairs. I thought he was a good match, so I brought him to have a meal with me."
The man answered and continued walking towards the kitchen.
"Eating? That's easy for you to say. You just lie in bed every day. You don't know how to make money, and you don't know how to cook. I don't know where you got the nerve to bring people home for dinner!"
The woman's tone suddenly became irritable.
She seemed to be extremely fed up with the man she was living with, scolding him with every word and every sentence...
And Qianye heard this.
He stopped walking to the dining table just as he was about to do so.
In order to ensure that he would not be killed just because he sat at the dinner table and happened to touch the woman's angry mood.
He didn't dare to do anything out of the ordinary in this weird environment of a family of three...
"Oh, don't be angry. When my project succeeds, our lives will get better in the future."
"Don't be angry? Why shouldn't I be angry?!"
The woman just finished speaking.
Qianye heard something in the kitchen seem to hit the man on the head, making a loud muffled sound.
"You damn good-for-nothing, hurry up and bring the food out, ask your little friend to come to the table, and then kick him out after the meal. Don't bring him back to bother me again!"
"Okay, okay, I got it..."
When Qianye saw the man again.
It was found that there were new blood stains on the other party's body, and a kitchen knife was embedded in his head.
Look.
That blood is his own.
Qianye heard something in the kitchen seem to hit the man on the head, making a loud muffled sound.
"You damn good-for-nothing, hurry up and bring the food out, ask your little friend to come to the table, and then kick him out after the meal. Don't bring him back to bother me again!"
"Okay, okay, I got it..."
When Qianye saw the man again.
It was found that there were new blood stains on the other party's body, and a kitchen knife was embedded in his head.
Look.
That blood is his own.
