I'm jumping repeatedly in an escape game [infinite]

The drop of rain seemed to be still unwilling to give up, hanging on the edge of the oil-paper umbrella.Lin Si's wrist trembled slightly, and the rain finally rolled down.

"Duan Duan, I'll lend you this umbrella later. You seem to need it more." Lin Si paused and handed the umbrella to Duan Duan, while the village head standing by was staring at the umbrella from beginning to end. umbrella.

"Is your umbrella..." Before the village chief finished speaking, he saw a villager poking his head behind the door.

"Village Chief, I have something to ask you."

The villager was wearing a raincoat on a sunny day, covering it tightly from head to toe, and he could only be vaguely identified as a man from his voice.

"Oh, wait a minute, Lin Si, you continue to finish carving the statue today." The village chief didn't even finish his question, and left a hurried back for the other players.

The morning sun shone softly on Lin Si's face, the wind gently blew through his white shirt and the broken hair covering his forehead, and the wind dried the water droplets on the willow leaves.His voice was not loud as if he was talking to himself, "It's the last day."

.........

The last stroke of Lin Si's carving knife was done, and the face in front of him was already formed, just like the one in the painting. The slightly shy and just right student spirit added a bit of charm to the statue.

Standing beside Lin Si was Cao Hong, and it happened to be their turn to offer incense in the ancestral hall today.

"Lin Si, your skills are amazing." Cao Hong wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but he didn't know that 04 and Lin Si just looked up from the bottom and slightly raised their heads, and those polite alienation turned into coldness.

Cao Hong shivered involuntarily, and withdrew his hand.

"Thank you." The carving knife fluttered freely in his hand, up and down like a silver butterfly, and Lin Si inserted the knife firmly into the remaining wood with his backhand.

Lin Si sat up from the ground, beat the sawdust and dust off his body, pushed open the closed gate of the ancestral hall, and the sun shone brightly into the ancestral hall.

There was a burst of noise outside the door. It was the village head and another woman who had never met before. The woman questioned the village head hoarsely with tears on her face, and the village head looked embarrassed.

"You obviously promised me that you would find a way, but he is still dead!"

"Calm down."

"How do you let me calm down? That's my husband who is the support of our whole family."

"But I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence!"

The creak of opening the door attracted the two who were arguing.

"You...continue?" Lin Si silently took two steps back, trying to go around.

The woman came to her senses and grabbed the village chief's hand. The village chief twitched in pain, with a disgusted expression on his face, "Let go!"

"Look, there are so many people, you can pick any one as a sheep." The woman's eyes were sickly and crazy, and she was staring at Lin Si with those eyes.

"Don't get sick. I've done my best. Everyone else has escaped the fate of being pigs and cows. It can only be said that his life is not good."

Lin Si's eyes fell behind those two people. The sacrificial team was parked outside the gate, carrying a sheep on a wooden plank. Behind the sacrificial team was a wooden flatbed cart with a straw mat on it. On it lay the man in a raincoat.

"How can you say that?"

"Why can't I say that? Since the face is all torn, this sacrifice is going to end anyway." Lin Si saw that the village chief was entangled by that woman.

The village chief was already looking forward to what the statue would look like, and the woman's stalking made his anger gradually rise.

"It's you who want to plant flowers on the road where these people pass by. You are the ones who drugged the pigs, cattle and sheep, and let Butcher Li let go at the critical moment. Why should I take care of these things that have nothing to do with me anyway? With my relationship with Zhuer, how can this curse not fall on me?" The village chief's tone was cold, and his waist was straightened. The son showed his momentum.

"And even if the raindrops were on my body, I would have recognized it. I was the one who was sorry for her." The village chief pulled out his hand vigorously, and the woman was pushed to the ground with the rest of his strength, and the whole person was in a daze.

Seeing the village chief, Lin Si stepped directly into the ancestral hall, stretched out his arms to hold the head of the god, and walked away with the sacrificial team behind him without looking at the woman sitting slumped on the ground.

"From now on, the pigs, cattle and sheep are all ready, and the flowers are all ready for noon, and only people are sent to worship. I'm afraid this important event will be saved until after the performance."

Lin Si passed by the girl, and his brows were frowned upon by that shrill scream.

04 is now exactly the same as Lin Si. If it weren't for the puppet wires attached to 04's joints, others would think this is a shrunken version of Lin Si at first glance.

"All the offerings for the sacrifice are complete, so the remaining players before the performance should not be in danger. Brother, let's take the umbrella back." 04 dangled his two small wooden legs, his tone deliberately pretending to be steady.

"it is good."

Lin Si marched alone against the villagers who were festooned with lanterns and festoons.

"But... I always feel that something is wrong?" Lin Si sighed softly, dissipating in the breeze.

In the afternoon, the game players dared to hurry and nervously prepare for the evening performance. Duan Duan and Lin Si were all assigned, and they only needed to appear as characters for 2 minutes at the beginning, which was very easy.

During everyone's rehearsal, the sky became darker and darker, and finally the sun set, and the moon gradually poked out its head, but this small village swept away the desolation and darkness of the previous few days, with lanterns hanging everywhere, brightly lit, And under the big willow tree at the entrance of the village is the brightest place. There is a stage set up there, with many benches under the stage. The stage is facing the small river. I don’t know whether this play is sung for the villagers or for the river god. look.

The villagers came one after another, and they all consciously stayed in the middle.

"Brother, do you see the position in the middle?"

"It should be reserved for the most important person."

As soon as Lin Si finished speaking, he saw the villagers patting a huge wooden statue covered with a red cloth. At first glance, the statue belonged to the ancestral hall, but the statue was not covered with dust, but had been carefully wiped clean. net.

The village chief lifted the red cloth with his hand, and Lin Si's head was already installed after he adjusted it in the morning. The whole statue is luxurious and generous, and the wood has a faint fragrance.

"Flowers in the afternoon, thousands of cold water, offering three animals, offering sacrifices with others, offering sacrifices to the river god, and everything prospers."

"Flowers in the afternoon, thousands of cold water, offering three animals, offering sacrifices with others, offering sacrifices to the river god, and everything prospers."

"Flowers in the afternoon, thousands of cold water, offering three animals, offering sacrifices with others, offering sacrifices to the river god, and everything prospers."

The distant singing seems to be able to lead people into the past, and with the singing, all the sacrifices are also placed on the table.

The delicate midday flowers were only blood-red at the roots, a pot of rain that had not yet landed, pigs, cattle and sheep bought with their lives, and Han Ying, who was tied up firmly, were all offered in front of the benevolent statue.

Lin Si was standing in the background, and the group of villagers in front of him were all kneeling on the ground respectfully, with fanatical and persistent eyes, it didn't seem like they were making offerings to gods, but rather like they were in a cult organization.

[Oh my god, this fanaticism is a bit scary. 】

[Sit and wait to watch Zai Zai perform. 】

[That's right, it's stupid and scary, and it's obviously my own fault. 】

[None of the kneeling villagers are clean, so if you don't want to get more and more angry, just wait and watch Zai Zai's performance. 】

"This is really Han Zhu, what do you want to see?" Lin Si held the umbrella, and rubbed his fingers casually on the rib twice. The uneven touch made his sloppy thoughts instantly focus.

"what is this?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, the performance had already started, Lin Si was forced to stop, and went on stage for a 2-minute cutscene.

When Lin Si stepped down, another person appeared beside his umbrella, and that person was the village head, and Lin Si passed him directly.

"Did you take this umbrella from the Han family?" The village chief's voice was hoarse, his eyes full of nostalgia and affection, "Please tell me."

"Yes, it's from the Han family."

Lin Si continued to search for what was engraved on it, the more he frowned, the engraved seemed to be a person's name.

Lin Si thought: "Yue Wang, how come these words look so similar...

"This is Han Zhu's umbrella."

The combination of these words is Han Zhu, and Lin Si suddenly figured out the question that Lin Si had been wondering all along. The theme of the performance is wrong, the river god is not Han Zhu at all, but her!

"This show can't go on anymore!!!"

The author has something to say: Little Theater

in the eyes of the audience

Village Chief: He is an unknowing scumbag

Han Zhu: Shy and shy, alas, a cheated baby.

04: A little lunatic

Lin Si: Haha, my cub is the most handsome! ! !

I love you! ! !