Escape Death Message [Infinite Stream]

Wu Wen sat on a chair and watched.

After watching the man at a loss, he made up his mind and entered the city that suddenly appeared-Devin.

There is an electronic screen next to the main stage, which can provide a God's perspective, so even if he is covered by a bunker because he walked into the building, the player's whereabouts are actually recorded one by one for the audience to appreciate.

So he watched the player shuttle through the city step by step, and then began to run in panic.

One of the electronic screens provided the player's follow-up video, and Wu Wen could clearly see the reason for the player's running.

Behind him, a skinless monster with strangely twisted limbs was quickly chasing him in an unreasonable posture.

The streets and alleys that the player passed were all stained crimson by the monster's blood.

The monster moved extremely fast, but the distance between it and the player was shortened to a few feet after a while.

Wu Wen's heart tightened secretly, thinking that you would use the city's well-connected alleys to get rid of that monster.

But how could the player hear Wu Wen's voice, and even fell to the ground because of panic and exhaustion.

He just felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat just looking at it.

At the same time, the fans behind gave out fierce and excited shouts, excited because the monster fell on the player.

Wu Wen felt chills running down his spine. Why did he feel that these so-called fans, who said they were watching a stage play, were actually the same as the people who liked to watch bloody dramas like human beings fighting each other in the ancient Roman arena...the same horror, no sense of shame. human nature.

The electronic screen rigidly recorded the scene where the player was devoured by monsters.

The player who was thrown down had no chance to get up again, and his neck was directly bitten off, and then the blood spattered from the artery spurted high.

The monster happily moved its head close to the gap it bit open, blocking the continuous spout of blood, and then began to gnaw crazily and enjoying it.

Wu Wen watched the whole process with his eyes open. Apart from being terrified, he felt more sad now.

Another fresh life fell, falling into this absurd game.

Too pathetic.

After that, it was the player who was abandoned by everyone because he couldn't control his emotions.

He was replaced in the role and was the third on stage, playing the little black man who chopped himself to death for chopping a stick.

The man has a bad complexion, which is natural.

If it were Wu Wen himself, he would also be in despair.

But the man did not give up on himself.

It was very rare, standing calmly on the stage and Wu Wen in the audience looked at each other, then walked to the center of the stage indifferently.

Taichung is a cemetery full of dead people's bones. What he wants to chop is not a stick at all, but dead people's bones.

Wu Wen sat on the seat and watched him pull out a leg bone from the bone with a gloomy face, and then chopped it down with an ugly face.

Then the whole graveyard started to move. During the player's frantic escape, the excited sighs of the audience added the most absurd and heartless touch to the player's death.

In the end, the player was swallowed by the mountain of corpses, and his body turned into mud, spread out on the ground, with only bones dotted in white.

The man paid the price for his previous folly.

Although he later came to his senses, he was still unable to make amends for the stupidity he had committed, so he died.

Wu Wen is not without embarrassment, but this is fate, it is the fate of these players who have been muddled into the game.

There is nothing to say about the rest, no one dies anymore.

The player who secretly changed the role of the little black man in the court is now sitting next to him, with a lucky and contented expression on his face.

I'm happy that I survived by stealing someone else's role.

Wu Wen didn't think he could express any opinions, because he knew that selfishness is the nature of human beings, even if it were him, he might do the same thing.

But he still felt that there was a little bit of condemnation, mixed with reason, which made him feel that his emotions were particularly complicated.

And the complexity didn't last long.

For after this, Mister was finally on the stage.

He had seen so many players dying on the stage, and he had already left behind any embarrassment or awkwardness.

All he could do was really worry about the gentleman standing on the stage.

He could only stare closely at the silent figure of his husband, trying to calm down his heartbeat which was beating more violently than ever.

After the stage changed, a rope hung down from the dark ceiling above the stage.

Maybe it can't be called a rope.

It was a bloody sausage.

Hanging down from a very deep place, even trembling, it just lay in front of Mr.

Wu Wen turned his head to look at the flip board, on which was written "A little black man feels so lonely, after he hanged himself, there will be no one left."

Wu Wen's heart was clenched together, watching Ji Jisheng touch that slippery and disgusting intestine with one hand without hesitation.

A pair of porcelain-white hands were soon stained with sticky blood.

The intestine trembled and trembled a few times, as if it was alive, it wanted to wrap around Mr.

"." Wu Wen was a little speechless as he watched his husband gently caressing that intestine with one hand, and then entangled the disgusting blood sausage tightly.

Ji Jisheng tilted his head lazily, tried to free himself from the bowel, but found that he couldn't do so, and let out a "tsk".

Wu Wen knew that the husband didn't try his best, because his other hand was still loosely inserted in his pocket, but there was a look of impatience on his face.

But how can the intestines control whether the gentleman has done his best.

Almost instantly, a few more throbbing intestines fell from the hollow above the stage.

Wu Wen didn't even count how many there were, and the hanging intestines quickly attacked Ji Jisheng, making the sound of "cracking, gurgling" as the blood was squeezed due to wriggling.

The gentleman seemed a little surprised, said "cunning", and then finally took out the hand that had been in the pocket.

Wu Wen thought that he was finally going to be serious, and understood that the situation was indeed not good at this time, so he sat up straight and looked ahead nervously.

But unexpectedly, Mr. took out his hand and put it in his mouth, as if he had eaten something.

He thinks it should be some kind of prop.

Then the master twitched his trapped hand to free himself from the bondage, and quickly jumped back, dodging the attacks of those disgusting things.

Then, there is no after...

Those intestines seemed to become quite jealous of Mr. after being missed, he hesitated to take the initiative to attack again, and was directly pulled over by Mr., tied a few intestines, and then clapped his hands. Jumped off the stage.

Yes, I don’t know if it’s because Mr. was the last one to appear on the stage, the stage didn’t have another virtual scene, Mr. did all this lightly in front of him, with a bloody hand, beyond his expectation easily off the stage.

As if the audience wanted to echo it, loud shouts sounded unexpectedly.

So he was just worrying about Mr. in vain before...

Now, the husband glanced at him with a slight playful look, Wu Wen finally remembered the unnaturalness he had lost for a while, and sat back in embarrassment, trying not to express his worry and surprise too obviously .

However, Ji Jisheng also seemed to be planning to snub him, the partner who had promised to form an alliance, and sat down in an audience seat far away.

Wu Wen felt that he didn't feel lost, but he still sighed lightly and cheered up again.

Lin Tianci was sitting next to him. He had been silent all this time, but suddenly said, "What's the matter with you and Ji Jisheng?"

He thought about it, but he didn't know which link went wrong, so he could only shake his head, "I'm not sure what happened either."

"But this is wrong, you...you have such a good relationship." Lin Tianci's voice sounded anxious.

Wu Wen was a little annoyed at how much he cared about the relationship between himself and Ji Jisheng, but thinking of how he helped him and Ji Jisheng that night, he nodded kindly to indicate that he knew, "I will talk to him later. talk about."

"That's good." Lin Tianci breathed a sigh of relief, "Actually...I always wanted to say that I saw that night...that, Louis and that monster came out of the practice room..."

"Oh?" Wu Wen was a little surprised that Lin Tianci would tell him this, and thanked him.

Lin Tianci thought that Wu Wen's surprise was because he suddenly knew that Lu Yi, who had been acting with him, was a monster, and he couldn't accept it for a while, because he also thought that the information he shared was very valuable, and words of persuasion would be more helpful. Emboldened.

"So in fact, your situation is actually very dangerous. You must find a way to have a good talk with Ji Jisheng as soon as possible. Infighting is not good at this time, and he can also help you reduce the risk, can't you?"

"Hmm..." He hummed, looked at Lin Tianci, seemed to understand something, and smiled lightly, "Thank you, I will share any important news with you later, but where is my husband?" There is no guarantee that he will be willing..." Wu Wen didn't say the whole thing, he confirmed that Lin Tianci understood what he was talking about.

Did Lin Tianci want to gain the trust of him and his husband?No... It's not true... He wanted to use himself to seek the help of his husband.

It's a smart decision, but I didn't expect the relationship between him and Mr. to suddenly become rigid.

"Ah..." Lin Tianci was a little embarrassed that his purpose was discovered, but he felt relieved. It was natural for Wu Wen to understand what he meant. ...I feel that if I am alone, it may pass

Can't close this copy..."

"I know." Wu Wen turned his face and smiled to comfort him. From the corner of his eye, he inadvertently caught a glimpse of Mr. looking at him with a blank face, and immediately turned his head to look again.

But the gentleman still looked lazy, staring at the blood that was slowly drying on his hands.

So far, the performance of "Ten Little Negroes" has been completed.

In the end, all the players went on stage again as they had rehearsed before, thanked the audience sitting below and bowed to leave.

They were ten people participating in the performance, and only eight people were still standing on the stage in the end.

Except for him and Mr. who seem to be decent on the surface, the other players are more or less hanged.

But the enthusiasm of the audience has not diminished.

Wu Wen tried his best to look at the dark auditorium calmly, but the light boards of the two dead players that he could see before could no longer be seen.

It was obviously not a singing scene, but the audience shouted unsatisfactorily: "Encore", "Encore".

Wu Wen listened with no sadness or joy, and looked at the light from the underground fluorescent sticks and light boards. For some reason, he suddenly met the distant eyes of Mr. Wang on the stage.