Horror Variety Survival Record

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Dark, cold, depressing.

Ke Chun shrank himself to the corner again, and looked up at the closed iron door.

Xi Wenyao has been muttering to himself beside him, and he can vaguely discern that the words in his mouth are actually a passage that makes the hair stand on end——

"They're going to kill me, they're going to kill me."

After he came out of the execution room, Xi Wenyao had been trembling and chattering all the time. When Ke Chun greeted him, he always answered irrelevant questions, as if something terrifying would come out of this space at any time and swallow them all.

Not only Xi Wenyao, everyone present was shrouded in this unease atmosphere, and fear engulfed their hearts bit by bit.

For three full hours, they have been locked in this dark basement. They don't know who the person who locked them up is, and they don't know what to do with them. They seem to be forgotten in this corner. Even if they die like that, they won't someone knows.

"Hey, don't sleep!"

A strange voice gave Ke Chun a hand when his consciousness was about to sink, but Ke Chun still couldn't resist the Sandman and fell into a drowsy sleep.

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what happened?

At that time, Lang Qiu rescued us obviously not long after being locked up. When did this long wait happen?

That voice at the end... who was it?

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At night, there is only a row of dim yellow lights in the lobby, dividing this space into two stages with strong contrasts, one bright and one dark.

Ke Chun carefully walked down the stairs step by step, trying not to make any noise.

The castle was extremely quiet, not even the slightest sound of wind.

Ke Chun could only hear his own heartbeat expanding little by little, beating his chest more and more heavily.

He turned down the stairs and looked forward again. The small quiet yellow light in the corridor in the distance became brighter and brighter, as if calling him.

He swallowed a mouthful of water, and secretly cheered himself up. Just as he was about to move forward again, a voice suddenly came from behind——

"Hey! Where are you going?"

Ke Chun was startled, and was hesitating whether to turn his head, when he saw his "roommate" walk up to him with worry written all over his face.

Seeing that face, Ke Chun finally breathed a sigh of relief. He punched his "roommate" on the left chest to vent his fright, and then replied: "I want to go to the basement, but I always feel that Brother Yao is missing." It's about there."

"Roommate"'s eyes became firm: "I'll accompany you."

Before Ke Chun agreed, he took the initiative to walk forward. Ke Chun wanted to stop him, but seeing the man's decisive appearance, he didn't say anything.

On the other hand, having someone to accompany him made his heart feel much more at ease.

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"roommate"?Isn't my roommate Lang Qiu?

But why do I know for sure that he is my "roommate"?

What's more, it was obviously Lang Qiu who accompanied me when I went to the basement?

This face seemed to be the one that flashed through my mind when I was at the gate...

Who is he... who is he?

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In the lively studio, the contestants gathered in small groups, some congratulated each other, some embraced and cried, and some joked with each other.

Standing in front of Ke Chun was Kuai Anhe, who smiled and put his hands on Ke Chun's shoulders, encouraging him: "Let's work hard together in the next round!"

At this time, Ke Chun felt lucky to survive the catastrophe. In the game just now, his accompanist was temporarily changed, and as a result, he scored the first 0 points since the start of the game. He thought he was definitely going to leave this time, so he panicked. disturbed.

Fortunately, Kuai Anhe fulfilled his promise and chose Ke Chun at the last moment, so he finally didn't have to go to that terrible basement again...

Huh?

Ke Chun was taken aback by his own thoughts. Why did he think that if he lost, he would definitely go to the basement?

He thanked Kuai Anhe, and the two walked outside the studio talking and laughing. After walking a few steps, a hearty call came from behind - "Chun'er."

Without looking back, Ke Chun recognized the voice of "roommate".

Sure enough, the "roommate" caught up with them in a hurry, hooked Ke Chun's neck, and greeted Kuai Anhe with a smile.

He sighed reborn after the catastrophe: "I was scared to death, I thought I was going to die!"

Because his accompaniment was also changed, Ke Chun felt that this was the show crew's punishment for their trespassing in the basement last night.

Fortunately, the "roommate" adapts to the situation, survives the crisis safely, and is stuck in the next round.

"Thanks to An He, we can be roommates for a few more days."

"Roommate" grinned and smiled cheerfully.

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This feeling is strange, and Ke Chun finds that he is quite dependent on this unknown "roommate" in front of him, and this "roommate" is indeed the type he likes - sunny, cheerful, and straightforward.

As long as the corner of his mouth is grinning, he can see the warmest sunshine.

The bright sunshine is frozen in the memory, and suddenly the colors peel off piece by piece, the smile is fragmented, and behind it is the bottomless darkness.

What is it this time? !

Ke Chun stared at his eyes, trying to find the foothold of vision in the darkness around him.

Hearing came first from sight, and the exclamations and screams from light to loud gradually converged towards the top of Ke Chun's head, enveloping him layer by layer.

In the darkness, a beam of spotlights "snaked" on, and a big stage was opened in front of Ke Chun's eyes.

The spotlight moved slowly from right to left, terrified and desperate faces were exposed under the light one by one.

This horrifying scene made Ke Chun gasp involuntarily.

He recognized Ran Xiaoxin, Geng Yanbin, Kuai Anhe... and his "roommate" among them. There was only one face he had never seen before.

The "roommate" was lying at his feet, with both hands stretched out towards him. It was an extremely distorted face, the eyeballs were staring outward, and the mouth was opened very wide, revealing sharp teeth and a bright red tongue.

He is accusing me?

For some unknown reason, a voice in Ke Chun's heart told him, and at the same time, an unreasonable sense of guilt was messing with his internal organs.

Except for the "roommate", the four people also fell to the ground in different postures, either tit for tat, begging for mercy, or greedy, just like an oil painting depicting the ultimate tension of human beings, which gave Ke Chun a huge impact Strength, even the instinct of thinking stopped for a moment.

But this scene is not the end of the stage.

The footsteps of "Du, Du, Du" coming from the darkness in front echoed layer after layer in the darkness, like the prelude to "The God of Death is Coming", danger and uneasiness approached step by step.

There is a figure in the darkness, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, he is slowly walking towards himself.

At first, the figure was only a faint outline outlined by the strong light, slowly moving forward, and when his face was about to be revealed——

A white light streaked down from the zenith, leaving only white in the world.

Ke Chun only felt that his head was "buzzing", as if hundreds of mosquitoes were having a meeting there.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to disperse them, and finally there was a voice like the voice of God descending from the sky, piercing through all the noise from a distance and piercing into Ke Chun's ears.

——"Ke Chun!"

Finally, the whiteness was slowly melted, and the real world came into view, and a sweaty face appeared in front of Ke Chun so unexpectedly.

"Lang..." Before he finished speaking, Ke Chun only felt his nose sore, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He hugged the visitor, put his head close to his warm and firm chest, and began to cry like a child.

The smell on Lang Qiu's body seemed to have the effect of meditation. Ke Chun cried for about half an hour and slowly calmed down.

He unreservedly confessed the scene in his mind just now with Lang Qiu, and finally confirmed helplessly and desperately: "Am I crazy?"

Lang Qiu didn't give Ke Chun a quick answer, but fell into deep thought.

Ke Chun stared nervously at Lang Qiu's eyes, and held onto his sleeve tightly, as if he would be swept away by unknown waves if he let go.

After a while, Lang Qiu asked in a low voice: "Have you ever thought that those fragments are real?"

Ke Chunwan didn't expect this response to come. He almost collapsed, his throat was choked and he couldn't make a sound. With a slight breath, he made a conjecture that he himself thought was outrageous: "It's a fake now." of?"

"...pretend I didn't say it." Lang Qiu quickly retracted his question, and then changed the topic, "The final round of competition starts at 8 o'clock tonight, and I took your pistol for you."

As he spoke, Lang Qiu took out a silver-white pistol from his waist and put it in Ke Chun's hand.

Ke Chun took the pistol and stared at it dumbly for a while, still not recovering from the series of strange illusions.

The gun body held in the hand is very beautiful in silver and white, and it is not as heavy as imagined. It is more like a delicate model, just like a fake.

But with this gun you can end a man's life.

Thinking of this, Ke Chun's heart became heavy.

He lowered his eyes sadly, and said softly: "You don't need to give it to me."

He was serious about this.

He is really tired. In the current situation where people's hearts are scattered, he can't go against his own principles and take the initiative to attack others, but he doesn't want to sit still and become the soul of others, so he might as well entrust his fate to Lang Qiu.

There must be one person who wins in the end, and he hopes that person is Lang Qiu.

This thought was easily seen through by Lang Qiu, and Ke Chun never expected to hear such a sentence from Lang Qiu's mouth:

"You are the one who is most qualified to win to the end."

win till the end...

The illusion in his mind just now reappeared, and he was not among the five people who fell to the ground and died tragically.

The sense of crisis in his heart is getting heavier and heavier, so where is he?

The answer was ready to come out, but Ke Chun didn't dare to think about it, or rather, he didn't want to believe it.

It is absolutely impossible for him to sit back and watch his partners kill each other, let alone become the culprit of all this!

No...not possible.

He must have been hallucinating from his nervous tension recently.

Fake, all fake!

Ke Chun shook his head, putting those terrible negative thoughts behind him.

"I can't give up!" He said firmly, more like a promise to himself.

Lang Qiu didn't ask any more questions. He understood Ke Chun's character and his beliefs very well through the time spent together and close observation.

He will not give up his principles, he will not give up the confrontation with the program group, and he will not give up the lives of everyone here.

That being the case, what Lang Qiu can do is to help this "idealist". He himself is very curious about how far the "idealist" can carry out his "ideal".

So, based on what he knew, he analyzed the current situation and said: "The pistol has been distributed to everyone. When I left, I saw them discussing team formation and countermeasures. Everyone is serious about winning this game." Facing the threat of death, the potential of human beings is infinite, this will be a very difficult road, are you sure you want to go?"

Ke Chun nodded without hesitation.

This was expected by Lang Qiu, and he quickly entered the next paragraph of analysis: "I tried the pistol, but there is no magazine, and I don't know how to disassemble it. I guess it should be equipped with a special electronic system. The temperature sensor is used to turn on the firing switch. I tried shooting at random objects, and it felt like pulling the trigger, but it didn’t work.”

With that said, Lang Qiu picked up the pistol and pulled the trigger at the window.

Nothing happened.

"They won't lie to us," Ke Chun pointed his index finger between his eyebrows, "Only aiming here will cause fatal damage."

The person who died at the door had a small red dot between his eyebrows, which also confirmed that he was killed by being hit between his eyebrows.

"It is very difficult to accurately hit the center of the eyebrows. Unless you have practiced shooting for a long time, it is difficult to kill with one shot." Lang Qiu stared at the muzzle of the gun in his hand and analyzed softly.

Ke Chun also raised his pistol and put it in front of his eyes, looking at it carefully.

The weight of the pistol is not heavy, it looks like a toy pistol in the hand, but the silver-white gun body has a crystal luster, as Lang Qiu said, it is not like an ordinary mechanical hand Gun, full of sense of technology.

He raised the muzzle of the gun to his eyes and looked inside. He saw a pitch-black "ballistic trajectory", and the so-called "sound wave" that produced the attack should be shot from inside.

"Sonic attack...should be in a range?" Ke Chun suddenly thought.

This discovery also made Lang Qiu suddenly realize: "Indeed, it may be able to cause effective attacks within the fan-shaped range of the sound waves. Then this gun will be very powerful. As long as the gunner fires in any direction in front of the target, it will It can cause fatal injuries. It can kill people without special shooting training. This pistol has no recoil...too ruthless..."

"Well, we have speculated about its attack range now. As long as there is no danger in the field of vision, you don't have to worry about being attacked. Can you understand that?"

Since the cannon must be fired from the front to be effective, the attacker must be within the sight of the target to be attacked, excluding the possibility of a sneak attack from behind.

Lang Qiu added: "As long as there is no shelter."

He thought for a while and then said: "But guaranteeing that you will not be attacked does not guarantee that they will not attack each other."

He knew that Ke Chun's purpose was to protect everyone's life, but if they could control themselves, how could they control others?

"They won't listen to us, especially in this life-and-death situation, they won't trust anyone other than themselves."

Needless to say, Lang Qiu, Ke Chun also understands this truth.

Facing their own life and death, everyone thinks about how to keep themselves alive, and Ke Chun has deeply understood this truth since the moment Ran Xiaoxin stole the food.

If you want to use high-sounding principles to convince these people, it will definitely be a dead end.

If the text doesn't work, then use force.

"Trap them, okay?" Ke Chun suggested.

"How sleepy?"

"Locked in the room?" Ke Chun stared at Lang Qiu with sparkling eyes, "You are so powerful, isn't this difficult?"

Lang Qiu shook his head slowly: "If it's one-on-one, it's fine. But as I said just now, they formed a team. In my opinion, Kuai Anhe and Ran Xiaoxin should act together, and Geng Yanbin is convincing Bo also."

"One-on-two, can't you?" Ke Chun's eyes were full of worship and anticipation.

But Lang Qiu sighed helplessly: "It's not a question of whether it's feasible or not. Do you think it's safe to lock them up? They are human beings who can act when they have thoughts. If we lock them up for a while, we won't be able to live forever."

"Yes! The key lies in Hongyu. Haven't we already dealt with her before? Why did she appear again?" Ke Chun frowned in thought.

Lang Qiu didn't know the answer to this question, because he didn't know that they were still facing another serious problem - even if Hongyu was scrapped again this time, would she be resurrected again?

"It's too difficult!!!" Ke Chun cried out in despair.

It's not good for Guanren, and it's not good for Hongyu. How should they deal with the current situation?

"There is only one way." Lang Qiu said.

Ke Chun put his ears closer and listened attentively.

"Push the game forward."

"?!"

"Let them think the game is still going on."

This made Ke Chun even more confused. This "killing game" is either dead or alive. How can they "think" it?Can life and death be faked?

Lang Qiu glanced at Ke Chun, a sly and proud smile flashed across his face.

"I need a little time to study this gun."

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Ke Chun tried his best to keep up with Lang Qiu's rhythm with his not-so-developed brain cells.

"Do you want to fight the gun?"

Lang Qiu slightly hooked the lower corner of his lips: "There is only one way."

"How sure are you?"

"Seventy to eighty percent."

Although he didn't know what Lang Qiu's plan was, Ke Chun believed in Lang Qiu unconditionally.

He yawned, and a great sleepiness hit him.

"I'll leave it to you, I'm...a little tired."

With that said, Ke Chun lay down on his bed, pulled up the quilt, and was about to take a nap for a while.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he opened them again, and turned to look for Lang Qiu in a panic. When he saw that he was still there, he let go of his heart and said coquettishly like a child: "You are not allowed to go, you have been here all the time. okay?"

Lang Qiu froze for a moment, and didn't realize the meaning of this action until he finished nodding his head.

He tilted his head, feeling strange in his heart.

He put his hand into his pocket, where was the notebook he carried with him, and wanted to take it out to record something, when his hand touched something in his pocket, he suddenly remembered something, looked up at Ke Chun, and opened his mouth short "Ah" sound.

Ke Chun on the bed had already fallen asleep peacefully, with a relaxed expression and long breathing. Lang Qiu couldn't bear to wake him up, so he took out his notebook, pressed something in his pocket, and began to write at his desk.