"Tell a story! Tell a story!"
The ghost audience in the audience roared, and Pumpkin Head raised the microphone and loudly said:
"That's right, the third level is telling stories!"
"Each toy goes on stage to tell a story in ascending order of serial number, and will be scored by the judges. The toy with the lowest score will be destroyed!"
After saying these words, Pumpkin Head turned to look at the trembling seven people and asked:
"How about it, toys? Isn't the third level of the game very simple! Only one person will die this time... Oh, no, toys, only one toy will die this time. It's a completely leisurely and happy relaxation time. Can you guys Cherish it!"
Pumpkinhead's seemingly comforting words did not reassure the seven people, but made them even more nervous.
"Big, big boss, what should we do? One of us must die this time. I, I don't know how to tell stories..."
"What stories do ghosts like to hear? They definitely don't like healing stories. How about we choose ghost stories?"
"Or is it okay to tell real murder cases? They will like it, right?"
Everyone was busy discussing, and no one noticed that the audience and the host were watching them quietly.
When they reacted, they found that only the seven of them were making noise in the silent field.
On the field, a huge countdown was beating slowly.
00:20
There are only twenty seconds left.
"What is this countdown for? When it stops, will we tell the story?"
The woman in the long skirt asked the pumpkin-headed host, pointing to the countdown in the center of the stage.
After long-term observation, she has discovered some patterns. The host would only kill people during the game, which made her less afraid of this ghost who didn't look strange. Moreover, if you ask the pumpkin head host a question, there is a chance that you will get an answer.
However, to the disappointment of the woman in the long skirt, the question she asked was not answered, and the pumpkin head stood on the stage and watched them leisurely.
There was an inexplicable uneasiness in the long skirt. Why is the pumpkin-headed host not talking now? Not only did the host not speak, but the ghost audience also didn't speak. What were they watching?
As the first speaker, contestant No. 7 felt inexplicably nervous. He raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his head, wondering why the venue was so quiet.
At this time, the striped man panicked and said:
"...No, No. 7, hurry up and tell a story!"
The serial number on the striped man's head is 12.
In fact, he discovered the abnormality of the audience and the host from the beginning. But he did not remind No. 7 immediately. Instead, he reminded No. 7 after everyone noticed the abnormality on the field.
Because, the striped man selfishly hopes that No. 7 will get a low score so that he can successfully pass the third level of the game.
After all, who knows what stories ghosts like to hear? Even though he has a lot of experience, he still knows a little about ghosts. In order to become the winner of the third level of the game, he has to let others get the lowest score in order to survive to the end unharmed!
And here, No. 7, who was reminded, looked at the countdown with only 15 seconds left and was stunned for a moment. He asked incredulously:
“Is this my story time?”
No one answered his question, everyone looked at him sympathetically.
Since No. 7 had been dawdling for a long time, there were only nine seconds left in the countdown.
Seeing this scene, No. 7 squatted down in despair and burst into tears.
Someone couldn't stand it anymore and comforted him:
"Why don't you go up and tell a few words now? Maybe there will be ghosts who would like to hear your story?"
However, No. 7 was still holding his head and crying. When the countdown ended, No. 7 did not take any remedial measures.
Seeing the time pass, Pumpkinhead turned around again and stood in the center of the stage, speaking to the judges' table in a passionate tone:
"Everyone must have heard the story of No. 7, so please give the judges a score for No. 7!"
The audience immediately burst into sharp laughter, as if they were laughing at No. 7's stupidity.
At the judges' table, Huan Xiao held up a one-point sign.
The little girl ghost laughed at her:
"Toy No. 7 didn't say anything and you actually gave him points? This should be zero points!"
Before Huanxiao could answer, the demon on the far right also raised a sign indicating one point. It smiles strangely:
"02, you don't understand, this is the only way to have fun! Seeing that No. 7 did not get the lowest score, the other toys will be nervous and fearful. They humans are the least united creatures, and a little fear is enough to make them fight among themselves. "
Huanxiao watched the demon explain to her quietly without saying a word.
In fact, Huan Xiao simply didn't like giving zero points, not as much as the devil thought.
The other judges seemed to be convinced by the devil and also showed their 1 point signs.
On the stage, Pumpkin Head exaggeratedly shouted:
"Wow! The story of Toy No. 7 actually got 6 points. Will he be the lowest in this level? Let's wait and see!"
After hearing the host's words, No. 7 stopped crying and stood up with a look of astonishment on his face:
"What? I scored 6 points?"
He didn't expect that he actually got points without saying a word.
He just saw clearly that the scoreboards on the judges' bench were 11 in total from 0 to 10.
Does this mean that among the remaining 6 people, there may be people with lower scores than him?
If someone's score is lower than 6 points, he doesn't have to die!
Not only No. 7, the expressions of the other six people also changed.
But unlike No. 7's joy, their faces turned ugly because of fear and nervousness.
"Congratulations, No. 7, it seems you may not have the lowest score."
The striped man had a stiff smile on his face. He didn't know it at all. He didn't seem to be smiling now, but rather as viciously as if he was going to cut someone into pieces.
No. 7's original excitement cooled down after seeing the expression on the striped man's face.
He saw the unwillingness and disappointment of others, and felt that his hands and feet were cold. It turns out that these people all want him to die!
No. 7 left a sentence lukewarmly:
"Number 9, come on stage, you don't have much time left."
Then, he walked to the side and sat down on the ground, exuding an aura of decadence.
Dust was flying on the ground, and No. 7's clothes and pants were stained by dust, but he didn't care...
No. 9 is a young woman, her hair and clothes are stained with blood, which is now completely solidified.
Just listen, she told everyone present a story in a voice hoarse from thirst:
"It is rumored that at midnight, a woman wearing a mask will appear. She will ask every passerby who sees her a question, 'Do you think I am beautiful?'.
If you say she is not beautiful, she will cut off your head with scissors. If you say she is beautiful, she will take off her mask, revealing her mouth that is split to the base of her ears, and ask you again, "Do you think I am beautiful?" ? '. At this time, if you still answer Mei, she will cut your mouth open with the scissors in her hand until you bleed to death..."
Number 9 tells the story of the Slit Girl. After she finished the whole story smoothly with a trembling voice, the countdown just ended.
