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Yan Shiche wiped the water off Yu Ran's face, pulled out his dagger and cut the rope tied to his body neatly.

The young man struggled to get up from the ground and took a staggered step. When he fell off the board just now, his joints were bruised, and the skin on his wrists and ankles was also torn. He threw himself on the ground.

Yang Fushui passed out, Yang Yingxing, An Yejun, and Jiang Luochun all died, leaving only the crying second aunt and Yang Guanyue, a foreigner.

The relatives, servants and crew who were watching the excitement were all driven away by Ying, who stood at the door of the Butterfly Restaurant, talking with Yang Guanyue and Lu Shuangshuang with his back to them.

Jiang Luochun's blood flowed all over the ground, and his originally rosy complexion turned into a deadly white at this moment, and his body was leaning sideways, motionless.Yan Shiche wanted to grab the young man, but Yu Ran waved his hand, "I'm fine."

His voice was very hoarse, as if he was choking on the salt grains of sea water. He walked up to the woman, picked up the blood-soaked cross, and held it tightly in his palm.

Yu Ran stared at the familiar face carefully, and didn't make a sound for a long time. Finally, he stretched out his hand to close the woman's eyes in silence, and rested his fingertips on the cold skin to gently caress, and finally stroked the woman's messy hair. , to straighten her out bit by bit.

Yu Yuan also loves beauty the most, presumably Jiang Luochun is the same, she also wants to walk beautifully.

"Yan Shiche, take him to have a wash." Ying came out of the restaurant, "There is one more day until the plot ends, don't have a fever."

"Oh."

Yang Guanyue stood at the end, his pair of flat glasses had been taken off and put into his jacket pocket, he watched Yu Ran's expression closely, like a frightened bird, trembling violently after being touched by Lu Shuangshuang.

Yan Shiche looked over sharply, his black eyes were somewhat bloodthirsty and cold, and Yang Guanyue took a step back in fright.

When Yu Ran got up, his expression had returned to normal, a faint exhaustion was hidden in the dried blood, he grabbed a handful of hair, and his hands were covered with clotted bloody skin.

"There is boiling water in the boiler room, I'll ask someone to carry it." Ying paused, "Jiang Luochun committed suicide and pleaded guilty, Yang Fushui will not suspect anyone else for the time being, the rest of the investigation will be discussed in a small meeting in the afternoon, everyone take a rest first Hour."

Yu Ran nodded.

Yan Shiche lifted a huge wooden barrel from below and placed it in the public washroom of the third-class cabin, where hot water is only supplied uniformly at night.He mixed cold water and boiling water, tested the water temperature, and took out a dried gourd ladle.

"Shall I help you?" The man raised his eyes, and when he saw the scene in front of him, his throat suddenly started to itch.

Yu Ran took off all the blood-soaked clothes, his cold white skin glowed in the dark bathroom, piercing the man's eyes whitely.

The figure of the young man is very good. At first glance, it looks like the type that is often approached by people in the gym. The grooves in the abdominal muscles are clearly visible, and the arms and calves are covered with a layer of graceful muscles.The only downside is that his complexion is too bad, there are two circles of black shadows under his eyes, and his lips are so dry that he looks a little pitiful.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Yu Ran raised the corners of his eyes slightly, his beautiful fox eyes raised up, "Aren't you going to help me?"

Yan Shiche hummed, and slowly poured the scalding hot water down the top of the young man's head, and the diluted blood fell on his body, making his skin pinker.

Yu Ran loosened the locks of hair that had been congealed by blood, lowered his head to wipe the soap, and suddenly saw a man walking around behind him, pouring water on his head at an awkward angle.

"Ok?"

"... so as not to splash me all over." Yan Shiche stared down at the young man's delicate shoulder blades, and the scar on his Adam's apple trembled.

Yu Ran didn't pay much attention, a ladle of hot water slid over his scalp, and went through the scenes just now carefully in his mind, carefully recalling the expressions and reactions of everyone present.

Such a picture, since his mother left, he dreamed of it for a whole year, and woke up from the bed sweating profusely every day.Yu Ran has already learned how to quickly adjust himself from the day after day of nightmares, but this time he was on the scene with too much stamina, so he took a long time to slow down.

After graduating from high school, he didn't often dream about his mother until he entered the script, and the frequency gradually began to increase, as if something in his subconscious was gradually awakened, warning him, warning him to stay away from this hellish place.

【——Do not accept any invitations】

Yu Ran closed his eyes and washed all the foam off his head, and the last words Yu Yuanyi left for him before his death echoed in his ears again.

In the end, he still didn't listen to her, and secretly studied the nagging records left by Yu Yuanyi thoroughly. On the day he accepted the invitation to the theater, he hired a powerful-looking bodyguard to join him. I want to see what this deadly hell looks like...

Yu Ran rinsed the water three times, his whole body was flushed before he stopped, dried himself and put on his clothes.

The stench of blood that followed like a shadow finally disappeared, and what came instead was a simple saponin fragrance. It was hard to tell what the smell was, like a quilt that had been exposed to the sun, making people feel clean.

Yan Shiche turned his head to keep the smell away from him. Thanks to his keen sense of smell, this thing lingered lingeringly at the tip of his nose, mixed with the warm water vapor, making his mouth dry.

Yu Ran took out a cross necklace from the completely unwearable clothes on the ground, and rinsed it in clear water.

The moment he got up, the familiar feeling of dizziness hit, although it was only a pause of a few seconds, 24 hours of memories were instantly squeezed into Yu Ran's mind.

Death deductive method, passive skill trigger.

He was forced to share the angle of view with Jiang Luochun, looking at the beautiful face of the woman in the mirror, Dan Kou pinched the pen with his fine fingers and carefully traced the eyebrows.

Yu Ran heard the door rang behind him, and the self in his memory stood silently at the door, the woman looked at the young man behind him through the mirror, but her hands were still applying rouge calmly.

Trapped in this slender body, Yu Ran thought it was just a simple revolving door like before, but following Jiang Luochun's gaze, an indescribable panic swept him. The transformation fell apart.

The woman said: "The blue flowers on the mountain are about to burn, the name is not bad."

Yu Ran felt Danko's nails dig into his palm deeply.

The woman said, "You remind me of my son."

Yu Ran heard the rapid beating in her chest and her suffocated breathing.

Until the person in his memory left, Jiang Luochun's eyes still stayed on the tightly closed door, and he didn't move away for a long time.

In an instant, the scene changed and the darkness dissipated. He saw himself bound to the bow of the boat. The woman was pacing back and forth behind the crowd. No one noticed her abnormality.

The passive skill made Yu Ran completely empathize with her. The woman bit her lower lip tightly with her teeth, her hands were trembling, but her gaze was fixed on the young man in the distance.

Finally, she saw a sharp table knife on the small table by the window in the restaurant.

Yu Ran couldn't move or make a sound, only the knife was in his sight, and the cold light on the blade flickered sharply, dancing on his sore nerves.

No.

He watched helplessly as the slender hand held the knife tightly and attacked the crowd without hesitation.

Yu Ran can hardly think about what this means, as if there is a reason for the development of all the plots, the cause and effect are chaotically intertwined into unreasonable threads, tightly entangled in his brain, making him almost suffocate.

A sharp pain came from his neck, and his consciousness also fell heavily to the ground along with the woman's body.

He could feel hot blood pouring out of the wound, the woman looked at the "Yu Ran", she opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but her throat was already full of blood, and her broken breathing was also blocked. blocked.

Don't cry, Xiao Ran.

The last words left by the woman were silently suppressed in her throat.

The picture gradually dimmed, the wind and waves froze, and all scenes stagnated at the final scene of death.

……

When Yu Ran recovered from the death performance, Yan Shiche held his shoulder tightly.

So, what is this?

The young man stared at the cross in his hand without moving.

Yu Yuanyi, died because of him...?

Was it because of his entry that Yu Yuanyi died, or did his fucking death prompt him to accept the theater invitation?

Yu Ran subconsciously grasped Yan Shiche's wrist tightly, like holding a life-saving straw, sticking his fingertips on the other's dull and slow pulse, trying to sort out the complicated connection between them.

The man's calm and familiar breath enveloped his surroundings, calming his nerves slowly and clearing up his confused brain.Yu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, and deleted the most terrifying option from the answer.

The timeline of the theater cannot be reversed to this degree. One day of script time is equal to one hour of real time, which is the maximum cross-arc.

Yu Yuan also passed away eight years ago, so it is impossible for the timeline to overlap with the script he is experiencing now.

Then the most likely guess is that Horror Theater really just selected the unfinished sequel of "Dancing Butterfly", and Yu Ran's entry is also just a coincidence.

From this point of view, Jiang Luochun's actions that do not conform to the character design of the plot seem to be thought-provoking.

What is there in the dark that is monitoring his every move, not to mention investigating his past, but also threatening him in this way, or warning him that he has been targeted.

This is exactly the way——

A nameless anger poured into Yu Ran's chest, and he didn't know where to vent it. The reappearance of Jiang Luochun's death was like an introduction, smoldering in his heart, and all the dark thoughts that had not been relieved for many years were blown away. come out.

The young man's eyelashes raised a small piece of water vapor, and his eyes were deeper than the ice-covered lake.

"Yan Shiche." Yu Ran raised his head, his eyes paused for a moment on the moldy ceiling, and his fingertips slid into the man's warm palm.

The delicate and gentle touch made Yan Shiche's back itchy. The live broadcast sub-camera was facing them, but no matter how sharp the camera was, it couldn't record the delicate handwriting that fit the palm.

Yu Ran rubbed Yan Shiche's wrist, and drew the last stroke,

——I want to win the first place and completely destroy this stupid place.

"Okay." Yan Shiche smiled softly, leaned closer to the young man, and rubbed his wet curly hair, "I'll accompany you, boss."

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