Supernatural Movie Actor App

When his consciousness was in a daze, Xie Chi felt very cold.The cold invaded from the outside, forming a thin layer of frost on the skin, and the blood flow slowed down. The coldness was not satisfied with this, and continued to invade, the boundless cold spread in the blood vessels, he My bones began to leak air, and my blood was freezing bit by bit.His limbs were so stiff that he lost consciousness from the cold.

Just as Xie Chi was about to open his eyes, he noticed that someone was turning over something on his body, so he immediately pretended to be asleep, consciously suppressed his eye movements, and slowed down his breathing.

"It's so transparent, can't it be a newcomer? Or is it because of being bullied miserably, unlucky, forget about the bottom of Bahan, and meet a newcomer." The man cursed softly, exhaled Brings a stench.

"Just eat you up."

Xie Chi's heart was full of alarm bells, but he was not in despair. It was impossible for the app to let him die at the beginning. He didn't even know the rules, so even if that person really wanted to eat him, it would definitely not be now.

He waited calmly.

"Young man, wake up." The voice above his head was gentle and full of concern, and Xie Chi felt that someone was gently shaking him.

Only then did he slowly open his eyes, and met a pair of wrinkled old man's faces.

"You're awake." The man breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes were filled with the old man's pity for the young man.

The person who woke him up was a little old man with a thin body and sallow skin, like an old yellow dog with a burnt oil lamp, but his eyebrows were extremely kind.

Xie Chi sat up and looked around.The sky was blue and deep, and the surroundings were icy and snowy. He was lying in a desolate snow field where not a single blade of grass grew.The snow is boundless, and the distance is full of whiteness.

In such a huge place, there is only one living person in front of him.

"Are you new here?" The old man patted the ice and snow off his back for him, and asked with concern.

Xie Chi smelled that bad breath.The old man who seemed to be meticulous in front of him was the one who said he would eat him just now.

Xie Chi chuckled secretly, rubbed his stiff legs and stood up, seemingly bewildered: "Yes, I, I just came in with a crime."

Before entering, Xie Chi memorized the appearances of all the actors. The old man is obviously not an actor, so he should be a living person imprisoned in hell at the beginning.

The old man patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, I knew it. It's a pity that the newcomer is so young. He just has bad luck."

"Where am I?"

Indeed, knowing that the old man would attack him in the future, he separated from Xie Xinglan again. For safety's sake, he should run away now before his legs were frozen, but the app didn't move at all, and the meaning was obvious ——This hypocritical old man is probably his own narrator.

He escaped, and although his life was safe, he probably missed the initial exploration of the plot.

Wealth is in danger.

Xie Chi's thoughts flashed, but he didn't show it on his face. He seemed to be trembling with fear, and coupled with that gentle and gentle face, he easily dispelled people's suspicion.

The old man sat down on a boulder beside him and sighed, "This is the lowest level of the Eight Cold Hells, and I am your cellmate."

Xie Chi hesitated for a while, and leaned over: "Eight Cold Hell?"

He intends to cliché, but notices that his whole body is almost transparent, while the old man is semi-solid, with a clear outline.

Those who came in were all souls and souls, and it was understandable that the whole body was transparent, but why was the old man more real than him?

Xie Chi kept his expression on his face.

The old man said: "We are all living people who have committed crimes. You must have heard of the eighteen levels of hell, right?"

Xie Chi nodded and asked, "Is this one of the eighteen layers of hell?"

The old man shook his head: "No, this is indeed hell, but it's not the traditional eighteen hells. There are eight cold hells, eight hot hells, knife mountain hells, blood pool hells, and the endless hell. There are nineteen hells in total. .”

Xie Chi was taken aback: "But I remember, doesn't the Infernal Hell belong to the Eight-Hot Hell?"

The old man was a little surprised: "You know a lot? Judging by your clothes, you are a scholar, right? You have to put aside common sense, it's the 21st century now, and hell can't stay the same. The system needs to be improved to adapt to the times. You can In this way, the Eight Great Cold Hells are eight extremely cold hells, one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, the larger the number, the colder it is, and we are now in the eighth hell, the coldest among the Eight Great Cold Hells."

"So you're saying we're unlucky?"

"Yeah, different hells consume different things. The colder or hotter the hell, the greater the consumption of people."

"Is it random which hell you are in at the beginning? Or does it come from the crime you committed?" Xie Chi asked tremblingly with fear of nightmares written all over his face.

The old man frowned slightly, apparently a little impatient with the question-and-answer communication. He rolled his eyes and said, "Don't ask, we're running out of time. You can ask after I've finished telling you."

"Okay," Xie Chi obediently responded, his eyes suddenly widened, "What is that?!"

The old man was frightened by his shock and looked down on him even more.

He looked in the direction of Xie Chi's finger, and saw the images dancing and changing on the glacier, and pretended to explain patiently: "This is a mirage, a natural phenomenon in hell, so don't be alarmed."

Xie Chi seemed to be shocked, and realized that he had interrupted the old man: "Sorry, you continue."

The old man said: "We committed a crime in the world, and our conscience was disturbed, so we lost our souls. That's how the word 'destroyed' came from. Black and white impermanence took our souls away, locked them with chains, and dragged us into hell. , As for which layer of hell you fall into, it is random, it depends on your luck, the Kappa painting..."

"Kappa?" Xie Chi seemed to have grabbed something.

"It's nothing." The old man continued to speak in a secretive manner. His tone was familiar and mechanical, as if he had said exactly the same thing to many inmates before.

"You are the one with unlucky luck and fell into the eighth hell of the eight cold hells. In terms of comfort, it must be the upper level of the eight cold hells and the upper level of the eight hot hells. The more you go down, the more uncomfortable it is for sure. Sword Mountain Hell and Blood Pool Hell, one is towering into the sky, the other is as deep as a ravine, dangerous, but the weather will not cause trouble to the prisoners. As for the Infernal Hell, since you know it, you must also understand what kind of terrifying existence it is."

"In the Incessant Hell, Incessant, as the name suggests, there is no gap. There, suffering is uninterrupted. It is [-] times more terrifying than the bottom of the Eight Cold Hells and Eight Hot Hells. No one who falls in will come out alive. .”

Xie Chi shrank his neck and gave a little reaction.

The old man continued: "Hell as a whole is in the shape of a tall building. You can imagine it as a nineteen-story building. The higher you go, the more comfortable you go, and the harder you go down. The cold hell and the hot hell are interspersed. The first floor of hell is on the top floor of the building, which is very comfortable. The eighth floor of cold hell and the eighth floor of hot hell are at the bottom of the building. The seventh floor of hell, it may also be the knife mountain hell and the blood pool hell, no one can confirm its location in the endless hell, because no one has come out of it alive."

"Then fell into the Infernal Hell in the beginning, no, isn't it a dead end...?" Xie Chi's breathing was slightly rapid, as if he was lamenting his good luck.

"That's right, so it's very important to be lucky here."

Xie Chi reluctantly nodded, his face pale.

The old man continued: "One level of hell can accommodate up to three people, usually two people, that is, you and me. In other words, the hell under our jurisdiction can only accommodate at most 3x19, or 57 people. "

"Our place?" Xie Chi was taken aback, "You mean there are other hells exactly like ours?"

A mysterious smile flashed across the old man's face: "Have you ever seen jellyfish?"

"The top is in the shape of a shower cap, and the bottom is countless thin strands, like hair swaying in the wind?"

"Yes," the old man liked his metaphor, "every hell is a thread of jellyfish."

"Oh... so there are countless jellyfish threads, and there are countless hells. We are only in one of them."

Xie Chi replied, but his eyes were fixed on the mirage in the distance.The mirage is like a big screen in a movie theater, playing movie clips.

"How do you know this?" Xie Chi turned his head, eyes full of admiration, "You should have stayed here for a long time, I'm so lucky."

The old man said modestly: "I also saw the blue sea and beautiful jellyfish on the mirage one day, and then I figured out the structure of hell."

"That's right."

Xie Chi smiled.

Therefore, a mirage can reveal a lot of information.The clip played in front of his eyes...

"By the way," Xie Chi's eyes were curious, "If jellyfish silk is hell, what does the head of the shower cap on top refer to?"

A trace of longing and fanaticism flashed across the old man's face: "It's the Land of Ultimate Bliss. The topmost floor of every hell leads to the Land of Ultimate Bliss. That is the other side of all those who suffer in hell."

Xie Chi's lips parted slightly, his face full of astonishment: "You mean..."

"Yes, it is the Paradise of Ultimate Bliss that can free us from the sea of ​​suffering forever. Every half a month, our layers will change. That is to say, we are now suffering in the eighth layer of the Eight Cold Hell. Maybe in half a month, We will appear in the first level of enjoyment in the eight-heat hell, but no matter what, we are still in the dark hell, and only by entering the world of bliss can we truly escape the sea of ​​suffering." When the old man said this, his whole hand was trembling with hope .

"Can't you be released after serving your sentence? Don't you want to go back to the human world? It stands to reason that you can go back to the human world if you survive? Don't scare me..." Xie Chi looked terrified.

Talking about himself, the old man's eyes showed some sincerity: "I committed a crime in hell, and it is impossible to return to the world. I am a prisoner for eternity, and all hope is left in the Paradise of Elysium."

"Sin?" Xie Chi's heart tightened suddenly.

"You don't need to know what it is, or rather, you will soon know what it is." The old man's smile was somewhat mysterious.

Xie Chi sneered in his heart.He knew that the sin was killing people, and eating his fellow inmates was the sin he committed in hell.

"By the way, I haven't finished talking yet. There are two ways to enter the Paradise of Bliss. One of them, if you are lucky, you will land directly on the first floor of the eight-heat hell. It's just not so lucky." The old man smiled, "As for the other method, it is more suitable for the general public."

"What?" Xie Chi showed appropriate concern for matters of life and death.

The old man said: "It is said that there is a spider silk ladder hanging down from the Paradise of Elysium, and a short section is exposed in every hell. If we can find that short section, we can climb directly to the ultimate bliss along the spider silk ladder. In the world, there will be fairies stretching out their hands to pull you up, and from then on, you will live a life of abundance and worry-free.”

"This method does not depend on luck, but on ability. Everyone has the possibility to find the spider silk ladder."

Xie Chi was suspicious: "Why is it the 'spider silk' ladder?"

The old man shook his head: "I don't know, I have never found the spider silk ladder. The spider silk ladder should be related to a certain legend about Sakyamuni, but I am not good enough. My last good inmate knew this key story. But he was unwilling to tell me because I didn't have enough information to exchange with him."

Xie Chi nodded: "You said we would stay here for half a month, I checked, and there is nothing here, maybe there are green algae under the snow and we can dig it out?"

Xie Chi seemed to have finally remembered his survival problem at the bottom of the eight cold hells. He seemed to stand up anxiously, because his legs were stiff, and he fell straight down. The old man helped him up, saying that he was weak and it was easier to attack .

"Stop doing wasted work," the old man said, "We are not human beings now, but souls. Even if there is green algae, we cannot digest it after eating it."

A trace of despair appeared on Xie Chi's face at the right time: "Then how do we survive?"

"Let's take one step at a time." The old man said helplessly.

Xie Chi found that after the old man explained to himself, his body became more condensed.

His teeth were chattering from the cold. Although the old man also looked shivering, he was obviously... pretending.

His shrunken neck and curled up body are all pretended.

The old man wasn't cold at all. He turned over things on his body earlier, and his hands were warm. Later, he patted snow for himself, and his hands were also warm.The cold makes the muscles tense, but the muscles in his body were slack.His lips were frosted, but the color did not change, they were still rosy.

Therefore, explaining the rules to the new inmates and getting "food" is why he patiently shared information about hell with himself, otherwise he would eat himself immediately.

The old man said: "By the way, each of us has a mark on the back of the neck, which is a clue about the spider silk ladder. Can you help me find out, what is the mark on the back of my neck? Let's tell each other, so maybe You can find where the spider silk ladder is."

Xie Chi was stunned for a moment: "Okay."

The old man turned his back, and Xie Chi stood behind the old man.

On the snowfield in the distance, the beautiful mirage was still playing familiar movie clips, which were clips that Xie Chi had seen in the real world.

Those were two men, one dumb and one blind, tied by an iron chain, at both ends of the iron chain, and in the middle of the iron chain was a circular chainsaw, which was running at high speed, making a piercing and terrifying sound.

The iron chain was wrapped around the chainsaw, and as the chainsaw rotated, it tightened a little bit, and the two men, one dumb and one blind, leaned closer and closer to the chainsaw.

The mute looked at the terrifying chainsaw in front of him, his face was ashen, and his lips moved quickly, as if he wanted to shout: "Don't pull me over there again! I don't want to hurt you! There is a chainsaw in front of me! I don't want to die! Please don't kill me!" It’s moving! If you don’t move and I don’t move, we’ll all be fine for the time being! You can’t see, you can talk, and ask someone to save our lives!”

But he couldn't make any sound.

He could only watch the terrifying chainsaw and shook his head desperately.

The blind man couldn't see people, and the dumb man couldn't speak. The blind man could only hear the sound of the chainsaw approaching. He was terrified: "Someone wants to kill me!"

As a result, the blind man ran away while pulling the iron chain frantically, and the dumb man was getting closer and closer to the chainsaw under his dragging. The dumb man was terrified, but he couldn't speak, so he could only drag the chain in the opposite direction.

The blind and the dumb began to occupy and destroy each other's living space.

They can obviously live with each other for a while-the speed of the circular chainsaw tightening the chain is very slow, they can cooperate and call people.But no one wants to listen, and they can't communicate at all. Life and death are in front of us. The easiest and most effective way to live is to let another person's body get stuck in the prototype chainsaw. In this way, the chainsaw stopped turning.

The blind man won in the end.The dumb body got stuck in the chainsaw, and the chainsaw stopped turning.The blind man survived, his face full of relief and pride of not knowing the truth.The person who tried to kill him died.

This is the last scene on the Mirage.

In a world of ice and snow, the old man tightly held the knife hidden in his sleeve from head to tail. As long as the newcomer told him what the mark on the back of his neck was, he would immediately kill him and eat his soul.

As long as he eats the soul of the newcomer, he can gain energy, resist the cold, and survive this hellish half month.He didn't want to kill him either, but he was unlucky and randomly appeared on the eighth floor of the Eight Cold Hell. It was too cold here. Once it entered the night, the cold couldn't even be resisted by him. Far away, this strange young man is not worth sacrificing so much for him.

If he was born in a higher level of hell, where it is warm and comfortable, and the energy consumption is minimal, he might save this poor newcomer's life, but he was randomly sent to the bottom level. If he wants to live, he can only eat the flesh of this innocent young man. One soul and one soul.

This is the rule and order here.

The nonsense with him before was just to earn reward energy for explaining the rules, and then tricked him into telling him the mark on the back of his neck.

Knowing his mark, as far as he knows, can help him gain a lot of energy, but at the same time, it will cause great harm to the inmates.

The location of this mark is extremely tricky, and there are no mirrors in hell. Unless the inmates tell them, no one will know what is written behind their backs.This stupid and ignorant young man is about to smash his only chance of living with his own hands.

In fact, if he didn't tell himself, he might let him live a little longer. After all, energy trumps everything here. He had to find a way to learn the mark on the back of his neck from this mouth.

But he was lucky to meet a newcomer who didn't understand anything.This is also in his arms.

"What did you write?" the old man urged impatiently.

Xie Chi didn't say a word, staring at the vulnerable neck exposed in front of him, he snorted secretly.

He picked up the sharp stone that he had just pretended to fall, and threw it at the back of his neck without hesitation.

"You..." The old man was full of disbelief, and fell head-on.

On the eighth floor of the Eight Cold Hell, Xie Chi, who had seen the truth, won, the old man who wanted to kill him.

But he also became the person who committed the crime in the old man's mouth, and he could no longer return to the world.

The author has something to say:

A small part of the hell setting was inspired by the movie "Platform Hunger".