Between life and death [unlimited]

When Si Yufeng woke up, he found himself in a basement.

As for how he judged that this was the basement, it was mainly because Si Yufeng observed the surrounding environment after waking up, and found that this was a closed room without any windows.

The house is not very ventilated, the air inside is rather cold and humid, and there is a musty smell lingering under the nose.

The cold incandescent light shot down from the top of the head, and the four sides were surrounded by cement walls that had never been painted. There was a door on the steps behind Si Yufeng. After opening the door, it should be the outside world.

However, there is also a large metal lock hanging brightly above the door handle.

Si Yufeng also saw a log-colored desk and a chair of the same style in the center of the room. On the wall directly opposite the desk, that is, at the upper right corner of the cement wall opposite the gate An "antique" TV set with an antenna plugged in hangs in the hollow.

There are not many furnishings here and the style is very simple, but they are combined like an underground "interrogation room".It's just that there are no cruel and terrifying instruments of torture here.

Perhaps it was because he had been in for a while, and suddenly a coldness pierced into the bone marrow appeared on Si Yufeng's body.This gave him an ominous premonition.

At first, Si Yufeng just sat quietly on the spot, and did not act rashly.But this underground "interrogation room" has never seen anyone come in or other noises. The huge space is so silent that it looks like a cemetery.

Seeing that nothing happened for a long time, Si Yufeng began to search for clues about this special mission in this room.

He first came to the steps and found that the door leading to the outside world was locked tightly.It seems that he should find a key to open the lock.

Is this just an ordinary secret room?Si Yufeng thought in his heart.

If the theme this time was escape from the secret room, then this special task would be much easier for him.Not to mention, there are not many things in this room, so it must be very convenient for him to rummage through props.

Then he went to the desk and chair in the middle of the room.

I saw four test papers, a black ballpoint pen, a walkman and a mobile phone neatly arranged on this log-colored desk.

On the clean white B4 test paper, several lines of pitch-black standard Song typeface were neatly printed.Si Yufeng briefly glanced at the questions on the previous two test papers.

But what surprised him was that there was only one question on each test paper here, and the question types were all similar to "Please describe your favorite xxx and why", which is relatively subjective.

It's kind of like a psychological test.

Si Yufeng speculated in his heart: Are these test papers reserved for him?Maybe after he finished it, he might not be able to find any useful clues from these questions.

But Si Yufeng didn't sit down and concentrate on answering the questions for the time being.His eyes wandered back and forth between the Walkman on the table and the flip phone, and finally he picked up the Walkman that looked older.

After careful inspection, Si Yufeng didn't see anything unusual about this Walkman, it should be just an ordinary old-fashioned repeater.

But Si Yufeng didn't find a tape inside, and he couldn't find a tape that might have mission information from other places.

But he still tried to press the start button on the Walkman, and soon there was a "rustling" idling loading sound from the speaker below.

Just when Si Yufeng was about to turn off the Walkman, a burst of joyful and brisk Western music suddenly sounded from the speaker, as if it was the opening music of a certain radio program, and it instantly attracted the ears of the audience.

But this upbeat song sounded in this silent environment, and the atmosphere in the basement began to become a little weird.

"You don't know if you don't play, it's amazing once you play!"

The snare drum in the background music sounds very loud, as if it is signaling the opening of a grand ceremony.

"Da da~ Welcome all players and listeners to this "Lucky One Breakthrough" game. I am the host of this game—Miss Dung Beetle's younger sister, Miss Little Dung Beetle!"

It was difficult for Si Yufeng to connect this sweet flower-like voice with its original body, the dung beetle, two things with completely different styles.

"According to the usual practice, let me first see how many players are lucky to participate in this game—" Miss Little Dung Beetle intentionally elongated her voice, her voice was as thin as her sister's, and she was also saying With the exact same lines as its sister.

"Oh, my God! This time it turned out that two players entered the game together. They are really two lucky players!"

However, the tone of the little dung beetle lady was a bit more lively than that of its sister, and it asked a question on its own initiative. It interviewed Si Yufeng and said: "As a lucky human player, I wonder how you feel now?"

Si Yufeng: "..."

He was speechless looking at this Walkman that could produce sound even without a tape, and what surprised him even more was that this program hosted by insects was actually an interactive program.

"This player? Did you hear what I said?" The voice of the little dung beetle lady sounded on the Walkman at the right time.

"Cough..." Si Yufeng coughed in embarrassment. In fact, he didn't know how to describe his current mood.

In the situation of narrow escape just now, he actually entered a special game, and now he can still hear insects uttering human words... amazing?surprise?Difficult to recover?It seems to have a little bit.

So he replied: "My current mood, um... is more complicated."

"Hee hee hee, I just like a funny and humorous little brother like you!" Miss Dungchi teased, "Because I like you, I decided out of mercy that before you enter our game, you can Ask me a question first, and I will definitely answer you honestly!"

"But it's impossible for me to reveal the content of the game to you! You only have one chance, you must think about it before asking me~"

Although you can't directly ask about the upcoming game, but you can always get some information by tapping around, right?For example, what are these test papers used for, and what is the function of the mobile phone on the table.

But will these things also be included in the scope of the game?

Just when Si Yufeng was struggling and didn't know which questions were more appropriate to ask, he suddenly thought - since he met Miss Little Dung Mantis, then Jiang Lai must have met Miss Dung Mantis.

Recalling the subconscious hug between the two before they entered the game, his heart suddenly became warm, as if his whole body was soaked in warm water, and he didn't know how Jiang Xun was doing now...

In the end, he only asked: "I want to know, my teammate...Jiang Xun, how is he doing now?"

"Oh, I didn't expect you to be an infatuated little brother~" Miss Dungchi said with a coquettish smile, "But don't worry, your teammates are doing fine now~ Don't worry, on this issue, I'm definitely not would be deceiving."

Hearing Miss Little Dungchi's affirmative answer, Si Yufeng's heart was mostly relieved.I hope this little dung beetle lady didn't lie to him.

After the episode ended, Miss Little Dungbeet went straight to the point: "Since you've finished asking, let's start our game now~"

Immediately, a burst of exciting drumming music sounded from the Walkman. Si Yufeng stood on the spot. Although the expression on his face did not change, his body became stiff for a moment, and his hands clenched involuntarily.

I don't know which unknown game it will be, waiting for his participation ahead.

The sound of paper flipping appeared in the Walkman, and the voice of Miss Little Dungbeet also appeared in the Walkman again.

"You lucky guy." It was still joking with a smile, and then announced to Si Yufeng: "Because of time, the system and other external forces, you only need to participate in two rounds of the game."

"See those test papers on the table in front of you?"

Si Yufeng followed Miss Little Dungchi's words, and the four papers were neatly placed in front of him.

"Your first round of the game is to answer the four test papers in front of you." Miss Little Dungbeet began to read out the rules for answering the questions, "But please be careful, you must answer with real feelings!"

Si Yufeng's eyes stayed on the title of the first paper, and he read it out in a low voice: "Please write down your favorite season..."

"You came up with this kind of..." He didn't know how to summarize this kind of question, it was like a question in the category of psychological test and it felt like an exam question for elementary school students, "What exactly do you want to do?" He asked.

Miss Little Dungchi's laughter in the Walkman suddenly became sinister. She didn't answer Si Yufeng's question directly, but just repeated mechanically: "Please be careful, you must answer with real feelings..."

Then she returned to normal in an instant, and added in a relaxed tone: "If you don't obey your own will, be careful that you will regret it in the future~"

"Hee hee hee, that's the content of the game. The time to answer the questions is one hour. I hope you have fun in the game and have a good time~"

"I look forward to seeing you again soon~"

Miss Little Dungbeet's voice immediately disappeared from the Walkman, and Si Yufeng only heard the "rustling" sound of loading an empty disk.

Si Yufeng felt that there should be no potential danger in the surrounding environment, so he sat down on the chair.He stretched out his hand and started flipping through the four test papers on the desk.

He didn't check carefully just now. Among the four test papers, only the first three had the title "Write down your favorite xxx" printed on it, and the last one didn't have a question printed on it, but only a sentence—— "Please open the door".

Please open the door?Si Yufeng pondered over the various meanings that might be hidden in this sentence.

Could it be that after he finished answering these papers, the lock would disappear by itself, and he could go out from here?

And the time to answer the questions was even given one hour, which was indeed a bit too long for a test paper with only three simple questions.

If it's just a simple answer, then the game this time is too simple... Is it a joke?

It is estimated that this idea is not right, so Si Yufeng intends to check and check other things to see if there are any details that he has missed.

After searching around carefully again, Si Yufeng also found something new, so he picked up the flip phone on the desk, and after pressing the power button, he found that he couldn't turn on the phone.

There should be no electricity.

But didn't the Walkman without a tape just now suddenly work like a normal machine?

The mobile phone without electricity, the Walkman without tapes, and the TV set in the corner that hadn't been turned on...Si Yufeng intuitively felt that there was something weird behind these phenomena, but he still hasn't figured out the reason.

There are very few things in this room, and the few things that can be touched are either out of power or unusable. The clues he can get are really limited.

So, Si Yufeng's gaze returned to the test paper on the table again.Perhaps, as he said in the game, if he tries to answer the questions on these papers, he will be able to get an idea.

Thinking of this, Si Yufeng picked up the black ballpoint pen on the table, sat up straight, and looked at the questions on the test paper seriously.

The title on the first test paper is - "Please write down your favorite season".

The answer to this question is nothing more than any one of spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Just as Si Yufeng was writing and wanted to write the answer at will, he seemed to be bewitched. His body froze immediately, and several fragmented and relatively trivial memories that had passed for a long time immediately appeared in his mind.

He seemed to smell the fragrance of flowers, the smell of gunfire and the strong smell of blood that filled the air that year again...

It seemed as if I could hear the wailing that was like purgatory everywhere in my ears again...

The tip of the pen trembled slightly, leaving a black imprint that ruined the beauty on the white paper, and the right hand holding the ballpoint pen suddenly convulsed. Si Yufeng suddenly came back from his memory, and there was already cold sweat on his forehead out.

For some reason just now, it was as if someone had cast a spell on him suddenly, and the real answer hidden in his heart flooded into his mind instantly.

Recalling Miss Little Dungchi's warning, Si Yufeng took a deep breath, and finally wrote down the answer in his heart on the paper - spring.

After answering, he immediately put the first test paper aside like throwing away a hot potato, and then turned to the second paper, only to see that the title on it was: "From the four songs played on the Walkman, choose One of them and write down the feeling."

The moment he finished reading the title, music suddenly and automatically played on the already calm Walkman.

The triangular bell makes a crisp "ding" sound, the melodious violin and the low cello sing together, and the prelude of the song sounds unusually ethereal.

When the first song came out, it immediately caught Si Yufeng's ears firmly.The song sounded familiar, and he quickly recognized that it was the soundtrack of an animation "Anastasia" he watched when he was a child - "OnceUponADecember".

Si Yufeng's empathy ability has always been very strong. Under the guidance of the ethereal music, he seemed to see the princess who had lost her memory return to the old palace, and the undead danced with her, as if reappearing the prosperity of the past.

Everything seemed to return to its original position, as if the catastrophe had never passed.

But—no one can really understand the confusion of living after amnesia, and naturally no one will experience the kind of death that lives in pain forever.

So when Si Yufeng heard the first song, he picked up the pen directly, and didn't care what the next three songs would be, just wrote it down recklessly.

With just a few strokes, he finished answering the second paper.The sentiments he wrote down on paper were not many, just a few words: I hope they are still here.

When he turned to the third paper, the topic on it was more like an exam question for elementary school students-"Write down a story in a fairy tale that impresses you the most and why".

Since he had already done two questions, Si Yufeng was no longer overly cautious when doing this.

He recalled his favorite fairy tales in his mind, picked one at random, and wrote on the test paper: "The Little Match Girl".

But in order to avoid revealing too much of his inner thoughts, he only wrote a sentence about the reason for his liking, without elaborating too much: the moment she lit a match, it was as if she owned the whole world.

So far, all three papers with questions have been answered.

Si Yufeng took out the last test paper again and placed it on top of the other three. His eyes scanned the Song typeface writing on it again, but the content on it had changed from the original "Please open the door" to "Congratulations, the selection is complete. Please wait for the host to announce the start of the next round of the game before opening the door."

Sure enough, the content of the game this time will not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Si Yufeng recalled those topics that seemed simple but actually implied a lot of content just now, and the ominous premonition in his heart enveloped his whole body again.

The Walkman without the tape started to start normally without being pressed the start button this time.

A burst of festive music broke out in an instant, as if the insects were celebrating the survival of this human being.

The sweet voice of Miss Little Dungbeet came from the player again, "Congratulations on completing the first round of the game!"

Before it could say the second sentence, Si Yufeng interrupted it first, and asked, "When will the second round of the game start?"

Hearing Si Yufeng's question, Miss Little Dungchi let out a sneaky laugh, and her tone sounded a little sinister, "Don't be so anxious...have you read the content on the fourth test paper?"

"Yes." Si Yufeng replied: "So I'm waiting for you to announce the start of the next round of the game."

For some reason, the longer he stayed here, the more uneasy Si Yufeng became. He always felt that something bad was going to happen.

He wants to finish the game quickly, and then return to Mingjing Apartment 1903, waiting for the moment when his teammates return.Now only with Jiang Lai by his side can the restless heart in his body be soothed and calmed down.

But the little dung beetle lady let out a strange laugh, the laughter echoing in the empty basement was very ear-piercing, "Hehe, don't worry, haven't I announced the start of the next round of the game?"

"When do you want to announce?" Si Yufeng's tone suddenly became as cold as that of his teammates, and his face, which always kept a warm smile, suddenly revealed an unhappy expression, and one could even see a gleam in the depths of his eyes. The tyrannical and murderous intent kept accumulating.

"Don't look so scary, you scare people..." The little dung beetle lady seemed to be frightened, but she seemed to know that Si Yufeng couldn't hurt herself, so she continued to say like a baby: "Besides, it's not I control the progress of the game, and this door is not just for you if I say I want to open it for you. I'm just a little host with a single frail body!"

"The notice I received said 'wait for players to watch the movie' before announcing the start of the next round."

"What movie?" Si Yufeng asked strangely.

"I don't know either. I'm just a little host with no power..."

Si Yufeng didn't want to entangle with it any more. He got up from the chair and planned to continue searching for the key to open the door by himself in the room.

As a result, the moment he got up, the "antique" TV set on the wall opposite the gate suddenly turned on.When the old electrical appliance was turned on, there was a piercing beep, like the mystery of the second round of missions was slowly being unveiled, and the constantly shaking snowflakes on the screen came into Si Yufeng's eyes.

"Hey, the movie is about to start~" Miss Little Dungchi's voice also came out of the Walkman at the right time.

In the next second, a picture with a darker tone began to appear on the TV screen.

The moment Si Yufeng saw it, his body stiffened instantly, and his eyes were full of deep surprise and disbelief.

He pursed his lips as if to say something.In the blink of an eye, countless thoughts flooded into my mind.

He still couldn't believe that the picture on the TV was real!

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Moran Wuhen;

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: Ying Qing Dao Bai 1;

Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of A Tang loves to eat sugar; 3 bottles of Tingjian;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!