The Game Show of Death: Demons of Reason

"Brother, what should we do, we are at the bottom of the ranking now?"

In the elevator, Jinhou asked Jinjue nervously.

Jinjue crossed his arms, leaned against the wall of the elevator, and said to him, "Calm down. We are only 1 point away from the second-to-last. As long as tomorrow is not such a lucky game, we can get back the points."

"Ah... yes, if you're lucky." Marquis Jin was a little frustrated.The first game was a gambling game, and the rankings were too random, yet someone would die because of this randomness. Looking back, he was terrified.It was a blessing for the "Jinjue" group that Song He was able to persist until the last few rounds, but unfortunately the other groups were jealous of their rankings and held on to Song He, so he exposed the use of skill cards.

Jinhou was still unconvinced, and said brokenly: "If that little boy doesn't remind, others won't doubt Song He, and our ranking is very safe now."

"To make a thousand is to make a thousand. Wei Zixu did nothing wrong." Jin Jue stood up straight and retorted: "The director said at the very beginning that you can't make a thousand. Song He died, and our team lost a fool, which is beneficial but useless." Harmful."

"Brother, no matter how you say it is human life..." Hearing Jin Jue's words, Jin Hou was panicked.He knew that his twin brother had always been ruthless and only considered his own interests in everything, but when he got involved in the death game, he suddenly found that Jin Jue was more ruthless than he thought.Just being able to regain his sanity so quickly and delve into how to win the composure of the game, he, the Marquis of Jin, could not do it.Thinking about it this way, luckily Jinjue was in the same group as him, otherwise he must have lost his mind.

"You—" Jin Jue was about to speak when the elevator door opened. He immediately shut his mouth and strode out the door.

The two brothers walked into the hall one after the other.

Mick's group and Wei Zixu's group had already had lunch in the hall, and the empty hall became more popular.Although Jin Jue agreed with Wei Zixu's actions intellectually, he still couldn't help feeling upset when he saw the two teams with safe rankings having a leisurely meal.Moreover, when they wanted to find food in the open kitchen, they had to pass by Wei Zixu, and no matter what kind of communication happened, it would be awkward.

"This wax figure is really touching." When walking past Song He's wax figure, Marquis Jin stopped and stared into the wax figure's eyes, always having the illusion that it would look at him in the next second.

Jin Jue also stopped beside the wax figure: "Well, it's made too much like a real person, and it's used to put food, it's really disgusting, who can eat it—"

The chocolate flow cake on Song He's shoulder was taken away, and Jin Jue followed it with his eyes. A man with a big back was standing behind the wax figure. He was tall and tall. A button of his black shirt was unbuttoned, revealing the depression in the middle of his collarbone.The man also noticed him, and he raised his head and smiled brightly, with two deep dimples at the corners of his mouth.

"Do you also want to eat flow chocolate? This buffet is unlimited supply, you will have some later."

The man changed his hairstyle and clothes, and Jinjue took a while to realize that it was the psychiatrist.

"No need." Jinjue replied coldly, dragging his younger brother away from the wax figure.

Wei Zixu's tongue was injured, so he could only eat some liquid food.When Jinjue and the others entered the kitchen, he was pouring seaweed soup out of a can and fanning it with his left hand to cool it down.Hearing the sound, he looked at Jin Jue and greeted him politely: "Good afternoon, what do you want to eat?"

The aroma of the food made Jin Hou want to move, and asked quickly, "Is there any fried chicken?"

"Yes." Wei Zixu smiled amiably, pointing to the low freezer: "There are frozen fried chicken pieces in there, just heat them in the oven for 20 minutes."

Jin Jue originally wanted to choose instant canned food to eat in his room, but Jin Hou was greedy for fried chicken nuggets, so he could only wait during the warm-up period.In desperation, Jin Jue randomly found a sandwich, sat down diagonally across from Wei Zixu, took off his jazz hat and put it on the bar chair at hand, and ate it tastelessly.

Fried chicken nuggets are like a ticking time bomb. After heating for a while, the aroma fills the whole kitchen.Jin Jue smelled a hint of sweetness from the smell of fried chicken, accompanied by a question: "Have you taken off your hat?"

At the end of the year, he brought a tray of desserts and stared at the top of Jinjue's head in amazement: "So you're not bald."

"Who are you calling bald?" Jinjue, as a person with severe hair loss, has always had a taboo in conversation, but now he is suddenly poked at a sore spot by the end of the year, and it is difficult to maintain his demeanor.

Nian Weiji blinked innocently: "Because you've been wearing a hat, I think maybe the volume of hair on the top of your head is not optimistic... But don't worry, you can meet people like this."

Jinjue tried his best to straighten his eyebrows, his pretty face was a little stiff, and he pointed at the young hairline unceremoniously: "You still talk about me, look at yourself with a high hairline—"

Jin Jue returned a good shot, and Wei Zixu rarely saw Nian Wei so flustered, because he immediately rushed to Jin Jue and gagged his crow's mouth: "Bah, bah, don't say unlucky words."

Jinjue shook off the young salty pig's hand, turned his head to eat a sandwich, and ignored him.But Nian Weiji was bored by himself, and was not too unhappy, so he went back to Wei Zixu and sat down, happily eating his dessert platter.

This is the first time Jinjue has seen a big man who loves sweets so much.While eating his tasteless frozen sandwich, he glanced at Nian Weixi from the corner of his eyes. Seeing his happy eating face, he felt that his food had also become more fragrant.The conversation just now was like complaining to each other with colleagues, which gave Jin Jue a sense of familiarity, and he didn't feel that the current atmosphere was awkward.And the year that was surrounded by desserts reminded him of the Marquis of Jin when he was a child.The little one came home with a large bag of desserts and snacks. The two brothers hid the snacks in the corners of the furniture without telling the housekeeper and servants.

As for why the end of the year reminded him of children, it might be that the man had a pure temperament, clear and transparent.

But he vaguely felt that the purity at the end of the year was not kind. t

"I'm full, I'm really satisfied." Nian Weiji said, carefully wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, then turned to Wei Zixu and said, "I'll go back first. When you are full, come to my room to find me."

Wei Zixu: "Yes."

After the oven was heated up, Marquis Jin moved his fat body, pulled out the baking tray, and smiled when he saw the golden fried chicken nuggets.

"Brother, do you want to eat together?"

"I won't eat it. You pack it and go back to your room to eat." Jinjue finished handling the sandwich and stood up.

Wei Zixu finally let the soup cool down, and when they heard they were leaving, he said with some regret: "I thought someone could eat with me, but it's so lonely to eat by myself... well, well, I wish you a meal joy."

Then why didn't you ask your teammates to stay?Jinjue thought, but this is their own internal problem, Jinjue didn't bother to ask.

Jinjue reached out to grab the jazz hat, but it was in vain: "Huh? Where is my hat?"

"It was still here just now." Jinhou said.Wei Zixu also shook his head, expressing his ignorance.

"Tch, that's my favorite hat." Jin Jue said sadly, and Jin Hou could only comfort him and said, "Look along the way you came here, maybe you've gone somewhere."

Jinjue raised his forehead: "Look for it."

After the twins left, Wei Zixu sat alone at the dining table and took a sip of seaweed soup with a spoon. The warm liquid flowed over the surface of his tongue, and the pain continued. Come down slowly.

There was a lot of movement behind him, someone came over hesitantly, his footsteps were flimsy and trembling.Wei Zixu didn't bother to look at it, and drank his seaweed soup as if nothing had happened.

As if mustering up his courage, the man finally passed Wei Zixu and walked towards the cabinet.Wei Zixu then saw a girl with long hair covering her face, hunched over, opened the cupboard door, and tiptoed to reach the top can of bean soup.

She raised her head, her hair was sticking to her face, and she felt uncomfortable, so she pushed back the hair on the side of Wei Zixu's face that Wei Zixu couldn't see, as if she had done something wrong, her heart was beating so fast that it was about to explode. The bloody scene of DEATHTHEATER made her sick, and she vomited out the contents of her stomach bag, and now she just wants to drink some light bean soup to cushion her stomach.However, she is 1 meters tall, and the bean soup is placed too high, and it is very difficult for her to reach it.

"Hmm... Huh..." Ms. Zeng stretched out her four fingers, feeling that she should be able to touch it by bouncing around. When she was gathering strength, a white hand covered hers and easily took down the tin can.

"Why don't you let me help, don't force yourself too much." Wei Zixu put the can in her palm and said with a smile.

When he smiles, his brows and eyes are elongated, gentle and gentle, like pines and cypresses in the clouds, and white space in the ink, making the onlookers get lost until the night, lingering and forgetting to return.

She didn't expect him to look better up close, Miss Zeng was momentarily speechless, but she could only think of such rough compliments, because in her eyes, all people with normal faces are pretty good-looking.

Wei Zixu faced Miss Zeng and had a panoramic view of her face.Her face was congenitally deformed, a piece of palate was missing, the nasal cartilage was not supported, and it was wrinkled and sunken in the nasal socket, causing the whole face to form a vortex with the nose as the center, and the eyes and mouth were pulled to the middle, every time Blinking, the edge of the vortex trembled.

After Wei Zixu looked at it, he immediately turned around and walked towards the dining table.

Miss Zeng grabbed a can of bean soup and was at a loss.Wei Zixu's reaction was mild, she had seen more rude ones, some cried in fright, some threw things at her hard, and some called pet dogs to bite her, after more than 20 years, she should get used to it.But the moment Wei Zixu fled, she still felt ashamed and angry. Maybe Wei Zixu left a gentle impression on others, and she couldn't help but look forward to it.Maybe Wei Zixu was too beautiful, which made her want to be more decent in front of him.

"This jar doesn't have a pull ring, you need a can opener, here you are."

Wei Zixu brought a can opener from the dining table. Seeing that Ms. Zeng was standing in a daze, he smiled lightly. He put the bean soup flat on the table. Put it into a porcelain bowl and ask Ms. Zeng: "If you have time, can you accompany me to have lunch?"

Miss Zeng didn't know why she didn't refuse.

At a dining table, the two sat facing each other, Wei Zixu's tongue was injured, Miss Zeng's stomach was full of acid, they both ate very slowly.

Miss Zeng lowered her head as low as she could, for fear that her appearance would ruin Wei Zixu's appetite.The long hair hung down into the bowl and was stained with soup. She quickly took it out and wiped it, and carefully moved it to the sides of the porcelain bowl.During this period, she saw Wei Zixu, who was sitting upright, taking a spoon to put clear soup into his mouth, his every move was graceful and natural.She began to give up on herself again, not only because of her disgusting appearance, but also because of her low self-esteem.

Seeing that she stopped eating, Wei Zixu asked worriedly with his lips trembling, "Is the soup too cold? Shall I warm it up for you?"

"No, no, I..." Miss Zeng shook her head hastily.

"Ah, you don't need to be nervous." Wei Zixu said, "Your hair is covering your eyes. I can't see your expression clearly. Your words may be inappropriate. Please don't mind."

She was miraculously relaxed by Wei Zixu's words.There was obviously nothing special about the current situation, an ordinary lunch, an ordinary conversation, maybe it was just too ordinary, and she was flattered.

After they finished eating, Wei Zixu cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks for the two of them, put them in the dishwasher, and suddenly remembered something: "By the way, what's your name?"

Miss Zeng looked at him suspiciously.

Wei Zixu explained: "It's okay if you don't want to say it. But we have eaten together. It's impolite not to ask your name." Ms. Zeng looked at the ground and remained silent, just as Wei Zixu thought When she couldn't answer, she whispered three words.

"It was promised."

The surroundings suddenly became strangely quiet.

Zeng Xu raised his head slightly, and saw Wei Zixu leaning against the cupboard, resting his chin with one hand, his thoughts drifting away and his eyes wandering.But he quickly adjusted and praised: "It's a nice name. It's very similar to a friend of mine when I was young."

After eating his fill, Wei Zixu came to the door of Nianwei's room as agreed, and knocked on the door three times: "Excuse me."

The door opened, Nian Weiji said strangely: "Isn't there a terminal, come in directly."

Wei Zixu smiled: "Sorry, I will first get permission from others before entering the door like an adult."

"Oh." Nian Weiji didn't seem to understand the teasing in his words, and said seriously: "I may not hear you knocking on the door when I'm working. Next time you come over, knock on the door a few times and no one will answer, so come in by yourself."

"Understood." Wei Zixu walked into his room, and the door closed immediately, blocking those prying eyes.