Horror Variety Survival Record

Kuai Anhe is still the same Kuai Anhe, and has not changed a little because the identity of "Tuo" was exposed.

On the contrary, Ke Chun would feel that he was weird, and when facing him, he no longer had the freedom and calmness he had before.

Ke Chun waved his hand in embarrassment and wanted to leave, but was warmly invited by Kuai Anhe: "It's okay, come in and have a sit, anyway, today is free."

Unable to give up the hospitality, he walked into the rehearsal room.

As soon as he was seated, Kuai Anhe started playing the piano without warning.

The unexpected performance only surprised Ke Chun for a second, and he was immediately attracted by this beautiful melody.

Accompanied by the sound of the piano, Kuai Anhe sang softly.

"A setting sun spreads across the water, half of the river is rustling and half of the river is red. Poor on the third night of September, the dew is like a pearl and the moon is like a bow."

The strong ancient charm seems to bring Ke Chun to the quaint Jiangnan town. The twilight gradually sinks, leaving only a little bit of light on the winding water surface. Float into the blue sky.

Under the blue sky is the back view of a happy family of three.

The boy who was only a head taller than the stone bridge stretched his fingers into the distance, and raised his head to speak to his mother.

The mother showed a gentle smile and read the poem softly.

The picture that emerged in Ke Chun's mind at this time was the story Kuai Anhe shared on the day of the farewell party.

After knowing what happened after him and his mother, this scene was inexplicably tainted with a little sadness.

Kuai Anhe's voice is very clean, and there is a touch of nostalgia in his soft singing, which somehow makes people have the urge to cry.It seems that his singing directly enters the deepest part of your heart, touching your heart gently and softly.

Ke Chun was fascinated by listening to it, and he was still immersed in it until the last note fell, and he still couldn't get enough of it.

Kuai Anhe was more calm, he said calmly: "This is the first album released by my mother."

"Is that the one you saw at your grandparents' house?" Ke Chun asked.

Kuai Anhe nodded and said with emotion: "It's very strange. I should hate this woman who cruelly abandoned our father and son. But as long as I hear this song and hear her gentle voice singing softly, those grievances Hate and all that went out of my head. It always reminds me of our family trip, on the stone bridge with such love in her eyes, I'd rather believe it was real."

"So you love her and have always loved her."

Kuai Anhe's smile is very warm: "Well, I know that I have always loved her and missed her very much. I want her to know that I have grown up and become a very good person."

"You became a singer because of your mother, right?"

"Maybe. It's a gift from her."

Kuai Anhe left the piano chair, sat next to Ke Chun, took a sip from the water glass on the table, and continued: "I hope that one day in the future, when I see her again, I can sing this song to her. Let her You know, her son hasn't forgotten her for a day."

Ke Chun's eyes were hot, and he almost blurted out "There will be such a day", but suddenly thought of the method Kuai Anhe chose, and his comforting words became: "There should be a better way."

Kuai Anhe was taken aback for a moment, and immediately realized Ke Chun's meaning, then smiled kindly, and said firmly, "I don't regret it."

Ke Chun felt that this sentence was more for himself, and he might need a legitimate reason to persuade himself to do immoral things.

That being the case, why choose so?

Instead of continuing this topic, they chatted about many things.

Kuai Anhe, who talks eloquently, is just like Ke Chun's consistent impression of him. They are like two friends, pouring two cups of tea and chatting about life in a leisurely afternoon.

What killing game?

What opposing camp?

What life and death threat?

At this moment, it seems that none of it exists.

Ke Chun would think that if all this is not true, he should be able to become good friends with Kuai Anhe and talk about everything.

If all this is not true.

After all, Ke Chun stopped the chat, because the more he chatted, the more entangled his mood became. Two diametrically opposed emotions collided violently in his chest again and again, and he could hardly control his mood.

When leaving the rehearsal room, Ke Chun felt relieved, but was immediately swallowed by a surge of emptiness.

He decided to find an open place to relax, so he walked to the third floor.

As soon as I went up the stairs, I heard noises coming from the front.

Ke Chun walked forward with curiosity, and found a circle of people sitting and playing cards in the conference room on the left.

A brother shouted: "This time we will win back what we lost!"

Ran Xiaoxin who sat across from him did not show any weakness: "Did you know? Losing is addictive."

When you say something to me, the atmosphere is very hot.

These people were so engrossed in the game that they didn't even notice Ke Chun at the door.

They were overjoyed for a card, heartbroken for a mistake, laughed for a joke, and argued for a sentence.

Not so harmonious, not so united, not so humble and courteous.

But when Ke Chun realized it, tears had already flowed down.

There are quarrels, conflicts, and competitions. This is what ordinary life should look like.

Shouldn't life be a row of seasoning bottles, with a little bit of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy and salty, to have a taste and energy?

Why keep them locked up here, to study those extreme emotions?Are they people who don't deserve an ordinary life?

Thinking of this, Ke Chun gritted his teeth even more towards the program crew and the mastermind behind the scenes.

Gotta live, get out of here alive, everyone.

He wiped away his tears, silently left the noise behind him, and continued walking towards the rooftop.

Stepping up the stairs step by step and opening the door to the roof, Ke Chun was surprised to find that someone had already climbed there first.

A person, an easel, and a sketch that is taking shape.

"You can actually draw?"

Ke Chun walked behind the painter and asked in surprise.

The person who surprised him turned his head slightly, his calm eyes swept over Ke Chun, he only nodded, and then turned his head to concentrate on painting.

Ke Chun never expected to see Bo Yiran on the rooftop, and what he didn't even expect was that Bo Yiran was doing something completely inconsistent with his temperament.

This could not help arousing Ke Chun's curiosity. He set his eyes on the painting, and with just one glance, his eyes were deeply locked.

Not only Bo Yiran's superb painting skills, but also the scene in the painting makes Ke Chun's hair stand on end.

On the screen are two young people kissing. The young man facing the viewer is naked, with tubes inserted into his head, as if he is controlling his brain.The other young man is a figure from the back, neatly dressed.

This is not a picture of two people making out, this is an experiment!

This was Ke Chun's first reaction.

What made him even more strange was that the young man under the experiment looked very familiar, and Ke Chun always felt that he had seen this face somewhere.

This is a very delicate face, with slender eyes, a handsome nose, thin lips, and a shy blush on his cheeks. He seems to be completely immersed in this kiss.

Ke Chun stared at that face for a long time, and even forgot to be shy.

At this time, Bo Yiran suddenly turned around and asked, "What's wrong?"

Ke Chun was a little embarrassed, he looked away, and said something casually: "You are really good at drawing, have you learned it?"

Bo Yiran let out a "huh" and put away his brush, as if planning to retreat.

Ke Chun was a little anxious, and quickly asked: "What is this painting? It's artistic...and sci-fi. It's a wonderful feeling."

"An experiment." Bo Yiran replied.

Ke Chun tentatively asked: "Is it... an experiment about emotions?"

Bo Yiran paused for a moment, and immediately said: "It's almost an experiment to study 'love'."

"Who is he?" Ke Chun pointed to the familiar young man and asked Bo Yiran.

Not wanting to be glanced at by Bo Yiran, he answered him indifferently: "The person in the dream."

Ke Chun was at a loss when he heard this, so this experiment is also a dream?

He asked the question, but only got an ambiguous answer from Bo Yiran - "Maybe."

After saying these three words, Bo Yiran took off the painting and put it in the bag, then set up the easel and prepared to leave.

Ke Chun quickly stopped him: "What do you think of this game?"

Bo Yiran put down his easel and asked, "What do you think?"

"This is wrong, including this game, the experiment described on the card, and the experiment in your painting. No one should be an experiment!" Ke Chun said firmly, observing Bo Yiran's expression while speaking, and then He found that the man's face was calm.

He is completely unpredictable Bo Yiran's mind.

"Maybe you're the only one who thinks so." Bo Yiran said coldly.

This is the first time for him to express his point of view, and Ke Chun will never let go of this opportunity.

He then asked, "Why?"

"The law of the world is the law of the jungle, which has never changed since ancient times."

"That's why there is a society, and what the society advocates is equality for all." Ke Chun retorted excitedly.

But Bo Yiran slipped a sneer, and leisurely read a poem: "The rich wine and meat stinks, and the road is frozen to death." After finishing speaking, his sharp eyes turned to Ke Chun, "Do you still think you are equal?"

Ke Chun bit his lower lip, unable to find any words to refute for a moment.

Poetry is ancient poetry, but class differences are also frequently seen in modern society.

On one side is the young master driving a multi-million dollar luxury car, and on the other side is a sanitation worker sweeping the streets with a broom.

While living in five-star hotel suites, they squeezed into ten-person large rooms in youth hostels.

Thousands of people responded while opening their mouths, but only one person was alone when their mouths were worn out.

The unevenness of the world fills every corner of life.

Driven by profit, people can live like human beings.

Modern society is sick, but is that cold "future" correct?

Ke Chun couldn't accept this fact anyway.

"You don't want to have eternal life? Supreme power? Huge wealth?" Bo Yiran suddenly asked.

Ke Chun didn't think about this question, as long as he can live happily every day, that's enough.He didn't seem to have thought about the future carefully.

"Then why did you come here?" Bo Yiran asked again.

Ke Chun was brought into the rhythm of the other party, and subconsciously replied: "I want to sing, and sing for the person I like."

Bo Yiran put on a "as expected" look, and raised his tone slightly: "No, I still want it?"

Ke Chun was taken aback, and didn't understand what Bo Yiran said, but the other party didn't mean to explain, so he picked up his easel and left the rooftop.

Ke Chun walked to the edge of the rooftop alone, looked at the stretching cliffs, and felt that he was being sucked down deeply.

In his mind, he recalled everything from the first day he entered the castle to this moment.

But in just one month, it seems that several lives have passed.

When he signed up for this program, he was coaxed and encouraged by his college classmates, and he really wanted to learn to sing. With such a simple mood, Ke Chun stepped into this bottomless black circle.

He thought he would play in the first round, but he didn't expect that kind of thing to happen on stage in the first round. Lu Youyi's accident sent him to the second round.

After that, everything changed in the castle.

He followed Brother Rabbit and the others into the basement, found that terrible room, and was almost locked in it.

The series of things that happened next gave him no chance to breathe, let alone sort out his feelings.

The disappearance of Xi Wenyao, the alliance with Lang Qiu, the final farewell party, the cruel scene in the execution room, the wicked "cat and mouse"...

These events are like a vortex, dragging Ke Chun to a deeper level, leaving him no time to think about the most primitive problem-desire and choice.

Natural selection, the jungle of the jungle.

All people are making choices again and again for their own lives, and each choice will inevitably have its corresponding results.

Kuai Anhe chose to be the host of the program group for his mother, so he doesn't care what other people think of him, this is something he gave up.

In order to become the most eye-catching person, Jian Hong chose to sneak attack Ke Chun. After the failure, he completely released his emotions, because this was the consequence he had to bear.

Fei Zhengqi chose to continue to stand by Jian Hong's side, in order not to let him continue to go wrong, he knew that this would not make Jian Hong accept him quickly, but he didn't care.

Everyone is very clear about their actions and goals, even Geng Yanbin, who makes Ke Chun feel uncomfortable, only has interests in his eyes, and he can do anything for interests, even not afraid of death.

So what about Ke Chun himself?

He cared so much about other people's feelings that his ego was squeezed into a small corner.

Excluding other people's factors, what exactly does he want?

A gust of cold wind blew past, and Ke Chun felt pain on his cheeks as if being cut by a knife.

The coolness rushed from the soles of the feet to the top of the head.

But there was a small flame in the chest cavity, burning slowly, the heat spread little by little, and an impulse that was about to come out seemed to stretch his body apart.

- want to win.

What was originally hidden under the consciousness became clearer and expanded, which surprised Ke Chun himself.

He has always felt that he is an easy-going character, as long as someone leads the team, he will definitely follow behind.

This discovery hit Ke Chun's heart hard.

It made him grin involuntarily.

It turned out to be the case.

He was still surprised at Ran Xiaoxin's personality change, but he didn't expect this to happen to him!

This game is really scary.

However, it would be a particularly cool thing to be able to beat it.

Ke Chun, who stepped down from the rooftop, had a completely new mood.

He firmly believes that they are very close to victory now, whether it is the delivery boy tomorrow or waiting for Lang Qiu's teacher to respond, they are only one step away from the goal of escape.

After escaping, Ke Chun thought that maybe he could be a reporter, wandering around various scenes, fighting against evil forces, and restoring the truth to the general public.

He was in a good mood, and at sunset, Ke Chun decided to cook a delicious meal by himself.

It happened that several other brothers were also looking through the refrigerator in the kitchen, so they decided to cook together to bid farewell to the last day in the castle.

The ingredients in the kitchen were just enough for twelve of them to have a full meal. There was a burst of busy work, and hot and delicious food was placed on the table.

The aroma attracted other students to come together one after another, and 12 people sat around a table happily, laughing and laughing, as if this was just a very ordinary dinner between brothers.

With hope for the future, everyone shared their future plans.

Some people will continue to chase his acting dream, while some people choose to return to their daily life. This encounter is enough to become the talk of their lives.

Finally, after eating and breaking up, Ke Chun and Lang Qiu went back to their room together.

The Sandman finally extended his claws to Ke Chun.

He fell asleep and fell asleep until dawn.