Chapter 130 Grand Performance (1) Prologue

Because the stage is full of evil spirits,

The light blinded people's eyes.

——"Volume 3·Light and Evil"

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He dusted off his suit and stared suspiciously at the decorative pattern on the wooden door in front of him.

He didn't know where this place was. The cramped corridors had thousands of twists and turns, and puppet parts and exaggerated costumes were scattered in the corners. It looked like a third-rate horror game from more than ten years ago.

The light in most places is very dark, and even the shadows cast by objects are faint, which is very inconsistent with optical common sense.

Only the wooden door is lit, and it seems that all the lights are focused here, deliberately attracting the attention of passers-by.

He felt something strange, so he looked away from the wooden door and tried to go elsewhere.

But he soon discovered that no matter which direction he went, he would eventually return to where he came from - in front of this wooden door.

He was trapped in this strange building and had no choice but to open the door.

"What's behind the door? There shouldn't be a setting like opening the door to kill, right?"

He murmured, reaching out and turning the doorknob.

In an instant, the wooden door disappeared, and he was enveloped in dazzling white light, briefly losing his vision.

"Everyone is here, I just need you." An old female voice sounded not far away.

He squinted his eyes with difficulty and then opened them wide again. After doing this several times, he finally regained his vision again.

In front of him was a huge stage, with countless golden threads and beads hanging from his head.

Red and blue colored sails hang loosely from the cone-shaped roof, and dark golden threads are outlined on the edge of the fabric.

A table stretched across the center of the stage, bathed in noisy colored lights and shadows, and its outline could hardly be seen.

I could only vaguely see five chairs placed around it, with four people already sitting on them.

Indeed...he is the only one missing.

He walked over, sat down on the empty seat, and secretly looked at the others.

The person who spoke just now was a thin white woman, wearing a solemn dark blue dress. She looked to be in her sixties or seventies, with a kind yet majestic smile on her face.

"You can call me Cynthia. This is the seventh time I've come in." The woman's voice was unhurried and her pronunciation was smooth, as if she was facing countless audiences.

Sitting on the right side of the woman is a girl with a childlike hair. She looks pretty and calm, wearing a student skirt, and looks like she is still in high school. Feeling his gaze, the girl smiled unnaturally and said, "I am Hehui, this is my fourth time."

"Hansen, the fifth time." The man sitting next to the girl shrugged and introduced himself. This man has a strong back, strong muscles, and a big beard. He looks like he is not easy to mess with.

His brain was spinning rapidly, intensively analyzing the information received, such as the identities, background and strength of the people in front of him.

"My name is Dong Xiwen." He showed a friendly smile and lied carefully, "This is my third time."

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people present became playful, playful, and cruel towards their prey.

His heart skipped a beat, and a strong uneasiness spread through his veins. Did he make a mistake? In order not to expose too many flaws, he has already told the young man...

"Didn't you count the novice pool?" A voice sounded from the corner, "There are three copies in the novice pool, don't forget it."

‘Is there such a thing as a novice pool? In other words, these people are all veteran players who have passed the novice pool? So what's going on with me? A rookie player accidentally fell into the king's game? ’

He complained in his mind and quickly changed his words: "It turns out that you are all considered to be newbie dungeons. If so, then this will be my sixth time."

Hansen sneered, obviously not believing what he said. But no one else raised any further questions.

He maintained a calm expression and looked at the person who handed him the steps.

The man was wearing a clean, dust-free white shirt and a clown mask with an exaggerated smile. His specific appearance and age were unclear, but he sounded young.

So this person is also a player? Looking at the costume, I thought it was an NPC...

"What a coincidence, it's my sixth time too." The person wearing the clown mask seemed to notice his doubts and said with a smile, "My name is Zhou Ke. I bought the mask in the mall."

Zhou Ke, the homophone of joker, sounds like a pseudonym at first glance, right?

He cursed, but also remembered a piece of information: the weird game exists in the mall, and some items can be purchased.

"By the way, let me explain in advance that what I just said was a pseudonym." "Zhou Ke" suddenly turned to face the crowd, his voice seemed a bit muffled through the mask, "I hope you won't jump out because of the name issue later. accuse me."

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Early on the morning of March 31, Ziss was woken up by a phone call.

The staff of the funeral law enforcement team told him that Jincheng had helped him flatten his family's ancestral graves and spread the ashes of his relatives.

A trouble was solved without moving anywhere. Qisi was in a good mood. He immediately got out of bed while he was in a good mood, dug out a cardboard box from the pile of debris under the bed, put the statue of the God of Joy in it, and sealed it with tape.

He went downstairs with the cardboard box with the location and expected delivery time written on it, got into the surveillance corner, and waited all morning before finally catching a passing child.

As soon as the little kid heard that Chiss said he was willing to trade a piece of candy for him to run errands, he immediately happily helped deliver the dangerous items to the post office. When he came back to life, he patted his chest and told Chiss that he could find similar jobs in the future. he.

As for whether he will praise Zeiss's aesthetics after eating the pepper-flavored mints, or whether he will develop a new understanding of the insidiousness of adults, it is unknown.

Qisi found a random restaurant for lunch, and bought some tinfoil for folding paper money on the way, before he wandered home.

He lay down on the bed, entered the game space as if he was sleepy from a nap, sat on a high-back chair and studied his prop reserve.

[Rose Heart] is very useful in lowering the vigilance of others. Paired with the [Soul Contract] skill, it can be more convenient to trick people into signing unfair agreements.

[Destiny Pocket Watch] can both tell the time and go back. It is his most powerful life-saving prop at the current stage. It can effectively reduce the cost of trial and error and protect the minimum limit of one hand.

[Poseidon's Scepter], well, it's very heavy, and it's good for spearing and grilling fish.

As for using it to attack other beings... Chiss believed that he had been discovered and subdued before he raised the harpoon.

Taken together, for a player who has only cleared five dungeons, this item panel is quite nice——

You will not be helpless when facing a crisis. Sometimes you can even seize one or two turnaround points and dominate the overall situation.

But partiality is also true.

Perhaps because he had no desire to increase his force value, Qisi passed all the dungeons without encountering any props that could effectively improve his combat effectiveness.

He is no different now from him in "Rose Manor", both of them fall to their knees at the slightest touch.

The only difference is probably that with the [Destiny Pocket Watch], he can kneel twice.

What makes Qisi more concerned is that the [Evil God Finger Bone] was lost in Double Happiness Town, and Qi said he was helpless.

This means that if he meets the Puppet Master again, he will definitely not have the same good luck as in "The Hopeless Sea".

Not to mention that the other party has figured out his true identity, the [Puppet Silk] skill alone is enough to make him fearful.

The only good news is that the puppet master currently does not know that he has lost the [Evil God's Finger Bone], so he will not act rashly.

He might be able to use the information gap to create a time gap, try to clear a few more dungeons and accumulate props, and see if he can find a solution to the problem.

"If it doesn't work, I will just cut off my little finger. After all, the mechanism of action of the puppet silk seems to be quite harsh. It must be wrapped around the little finger to be effective."

Qisi rubbed his chin and thought maliciously.

Of course, there is no other way. As a taxidermist, he still cherishes his hands.

The soul blade on the right side of the high-backed chair shone brightly, turning the events that happened during Zeis's absence into image information and transmitting them into his mind.

Bai Ya prayed several more times, secretly expressing the hope that "god" would perform a miracle in reality. He probably wanted to test how strong the current contract was.

Chiss neither agreed nor refused. If believers respond to every request, this God would be too out of character.

On the other side, Liu Yuhan had already finished the sixth dungeon. It was a new dungeon, and her points reserve seemed to be exhausted.

This time, Qiss directly transferred all her 10,000 bonus points to his own account, determined not to give her another chance to enter the designated dungeon.

Afterwards, Ziss spent another two thousand points to buy a clown mask.

This thing has no special effects, but it is quite expensive. It is probably because they have identified the demand market and raised the price accordingly.

The points in the account become [60600], which is particularly auspicious.

Zeiss put the mask on his face before starting to match the copy.

After the copy of "Double Happiness Town" ended, no posts about him appeared in the forum.

It’s definitely not that Shang Qingbei treats others with kindness. Most likely it’s just because that day was Monday and Shang Qingbei was at school and couldn’t get his cell phone...

Zisi doesn't hope that everyone he meets in the future will be a minor without a mobile phone, so he can only spend huge sums of money to make a fuss about his face.

Although wearing a mask doesn't look very aboveboard at first glance, and it is very easy to become the target of suspicion, it is still better than being offline after killing someone in the game.

[A copy is being randomly generated...]

[The copy is loading...Loading completed]

[Copy Name: "Grand Performance"]

[Copy Type: Multiplayer Puzzle]

[Pre-tip: We are all guilty]

A string of silver-white text scrolled past, and basic information about the copy settled on the system interface in the upper left corner of the line of sight.

Zeiss opened his eyes and was almost blinded by the stage lights coming down from the head.

The field of vision changed from extreme darkness to highly saturated white in an instant, without any transition, as if the PPT suddenly switched from one page to another.

The whole world was submerged in the light, clearly silent, but creating a noisy and noisy atmosphere.

Zeiss found himself standing in the center of a huge stage, with lights from different directions focused on him.

He looked around and saw no auditorium.

The room is closed and the entire floor belongs to the stage. The alternating red and white color scheme of the walls is reminiscent of a makeshift circus, but the various gemstones inlaid on it make it even more luxurious than the most prestigious opera house.

Although Zisi has a strong desire to perform, he does not want to be pushed to the center of the stage at all. He prefers to find a dark corner to perform a one-man show where he talks to himself, or to catch an unlucky person and intimidate or deceive him one-on-one.

He blocked the dazzling lights with his hands and quietly retreated to the edge of the stage.

However, this copy seems determined to expose the shadow creatures to the light. No matter where Ziss goes, there is a spotlight following him.

There is a round table in the middle of the stage. The tabletop is carved with complicated patterns. The five equal points are marked with numbers from 1 to 5 in gouache-textured white. There is a pen and paper placed next to each number. Got a high-backed chair.

Chiss walked over and tried to drag the No. 1 seat closest to him.

The chair seemed to be fixed to the ground by a force, and it would not move at all no matter how hard he tried.

He tried to poke at the paper and pen in front of the chair again, but this time it clicked. The ballpoint pen rolled gurglingly and stopped abruptly just before it touched the adjacent number.

Qisi sat down in seat 1, reached out to grab the paper in seat 2, and found that his hand passed through it, like penetrating a virtual phantom.

He tried touching the pen and paper in several other locations, but couldn't touch them without exception.

Obviously, he has been judged as "Player No. 1" by the copy and cannot infringe on other players' territory.

"It's really a fair puzzle game. It seems like you can't doodle on other people's paper. I just don't know if aggressive behavior is allowed..."

Qisi's eyes fell on the words "multiplayer puzzle" on the system interface.

It is not a team copy, which means that there may be a clear confrontation between players.

The content of the game will most likely not be a "playing house" script where a group of people take clues and write and draw on paper to review the truth.

So what will it be?

If it is a camp confrontation game like "Hopeless Sea", you have to find a way to win over a teammate, whether you want to find a smart person or a fool...

While Qisi was thinking, someone else appeared on the stage and walked up to him: "Hello, I'm Hehui. This is the fourth copy. Please take care of me."

The person who came was a delicate girl with a pale face and fine features. She looked timid and introverted.

After saying hello, the girl sat down in seat No. 3, one seat away from Qiss, sitting in a neat and reserved manner.

"Are you afraid?" Zeiss asked.

"Yes, how can you not be afraid? Many people have died, and I may die soon too." The girl who called herself "Hehui" said pessimistically, "What I fear most is solving puzzles. I am good at mathematics. No, I’ve forced myself to read a lot of mystery novels in the past half month, but I can’t understand many of them..."

Chiss chuckled in response, noncommittal.

Two minutes later, Hansen, who was dressed in tendons, appeared and sat down in seat 2.

After another minute, the old Cynthia came over and sat in seat No. 4.

Seeing that people were almost here, Qisi lifted the clown mask on his face and introduced himself: "You can call me Zhou Ke..."

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