Hyperreal board game

"You're cheating! Cheating!! It's too much, how can you take advantage of the rules!"

Alfred stood on the stage with his hands on his hips, his face flushed with anger, and he glared at An Ge viciously.

Before lunch, the host urgently called a meeting and called all the remaining people back to the assembly hall.

The corpses that had been lying in the hall were nowhere to be seen, and the bloodstains on the carpet were hardly visible, so the crowd stood in an evenly scattered manner.

Among the remaining eleven players, apart from the combination of two men and one woman that they had seen before, there was also a man and a woman who walked relatively close, and An Ge and Yi Zai were also recognizable partners at a glance.Everyone else deliberately kept their distance from each other, maintaining a cautious posture of being alone.

Although only one player was eliminated two hours ago, the aggressive host didn't look fierce at all. When he jumped his feet in anger, the stalwart on his chest trembled, which didn't look like it was put on at all.

So An Ge responded calmly, "I went through all the rules, and there was no regulation prohibiting assisting cameramen. Besides, it was outside dozens of demon statues, and it was impossible to photograph what Yizi was doing. ...Since it's a live broadcast aimed at Yizi, does it count if you don't film him?"

After the fight, the pink bunnies returned to their docile to almost dull appearance, forming fat and soft pink fur balls, squatting at the feet of the subjects they were in charge of.

The cameras are all still alive, and the cameramen are all bearded and tailed, not even a single hair has fallen out.

However, the black gravel scattered across most of the courtyard faithfully reflected the fierceness of the previous melee and proved how amazing the fighting power of these seemingly stupid and cute animals is.

So now the only person jumping is Alfred: "You are sophistry!! Sophistry! Ah, really, I hate players like you the most!"

However, he was angry for a while and found it was useless, so he gritted his teeth and gave up pursuing the responsibility, "From now on, add a rule! Absolutely~yes~you are not allowed to touch the cameraman, otherwise you will be sentenced to death!"

Although An Ge was curious about the difference between capital punishment and pink furry punishment, he still asked an important question first: "But, what if the rabbit pounced on it by itself? Wouldn't it be an unjust death? This way the group will be wiped out easily. "

Alfred didn't speak, but closed his eyes.

After a few seconds, he changed to a calm and solemn tone: "Now, add a new rule: you can't touch the pink rabbit actively, otherwise you will be punished by scarlet. Please rest assured that whether it is active or not, it will be done within a reasonable range. determination."

After the announcement, he looked at An Ge with deep resentment: "The previous behavior will not be traced back, but if someone dares to commit another crime in the future, we must not let it go!"

Always feeling unfriendly gazes from around, An Ge didn't look up, and silently followed the crowd to the restaurant for lunch.

The restaurant is luxuriously decorated. There is a huge rectangular dining table that can accommodate 40 people at the same time.

On the wall next to the outer court, there are three oil paintings in total, one-person-high dome windows and half-person-high oil paintings.

If you look carefully, you will find that the three oil paintings can be assembled into a complete oil painting, with densely packed, pale and gray-black human bodies; pink buildings with weird shapes; and various people and animals, animals and animals The spliced ​​monsters: bird head and human body, beast head and bird body and other strange shapes.

Therefore, the event, which looks like a celebration, has a clean and neat color scheme, but still makes the viewers feel the discomfort that can even affect the physiology.

The girl in the printed dress stopped in front of the oil painting, her eyes sparkled again: "Wow...it's Bosch's paradise on earth! Shouldn't it be the real thing? Is it a fake? Can I touch it?"

... What do you care about in a game scene?

An Ge just uttered something silently in his heart, and saw the girl touched the oil painting, then showed a startled expression, but said nothing.

He understood a little bit, and reached out to touch it, and motioned Yizai to do the same.

[Earthly Paradise 1/3: Human World]

【I feasted in the world of men, slept peacefully in heaven, and was sober in hell. 】

It looks like there is something wrong with the grammar... Is it a clue?

There was the sound of "crashing" water, and someone was already sitting at the table and was about to start.The chubby white porcelain teapot, painted with exquisite and delicate iris flower glaze, seemed to be held in the air by an invisible hand, and poured hot black tea into the teacup with a slender handle that turned over automatically.

The thin water line was raised and lowered in mid-air, filling the teacup precisely, as if a well-trained butler was operating it.

The dining table was piled high with food, such as wicker baskets holding sliced ​​bread, bagels, puff pastry; The sterling silver dinner plate of fish; the oversized salad bowl filled with tender green lettuce leaves and bright red pomegranate seeds...all of them are delivered to the sitting guests one by one as if being held by a pair of invisible hands.

A pair of knives and forks are cutting the roast suckling pig, and the sliced ​​roast pork is filled with fragrant aromas in small white porcelain plates. The small plates are suspended by themselves and fall towards the seat where someone is sitting.

And the musical instruments placed in the corner of the restaurant also played automatically, and the soft chamber string music sounded.

Disregarding the identities of the guests and the invisible servants, it was a feast that would satisfy most people.

But it was obvious that few people were enjoying their lunch. They were either unwilling to eat, or dared not touch them, just to avoid being obtrusive, so they sat dryly.

Anyway, he couldn't solve the puzzle for a while, and he was hungry after tossing with the statue, so An Ge simply sat down to eat, watching the other nine people secretly while eating.

Except for the crossbow trio who were particularly conspicuous, the most striking thing was a man in his late twenties.

Although he looks Chinese at first glance, his facial features are more clear and three-dimensional, like a handsome mixed race.

In addition to his outstanding appearance, his calm demeanor was also very different, as if he was really just a guest at the banquet.He paid no extra attention to the players and rabbits, and even thoughtfully helped his female companion—the girl in a printed skirt sitting on his left—pass the seasoning bottle.

Yi Zai grabbed the table knife tightly, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Brother Clay, who do you think is more handsome, me or the one across from you?"

An Ge felt in a daze that he had traveled back to ancient times, and someone was asking, "Who is more beautiful, Xu Gong or me?"

This is of course a free question, and he immediately replied: "You are much more handsome than him."

The corners of Yizai's mouth turned up in satisfaction, he ate up the steak in a few mouthfuls, and drank strawberry juice from the suspended bottle.

He poured a glass for An Ge in a considerate and gentlemanly manner, and by the way brought the seasoning bottle not far away and put it in the most convenient place for An Ge.

An Ge was vaguely aware of the young boy's sense of competition for that mixed-race man, and felt very inexplicable, and asked him, "What's the matter?"

Yizai lowered his eyelids, and his expression was a little confused, "It's nothing, it's just...he seemed very dissatisfied with that person, and almost grabbed me just now."

An Ge understood what he was saying, and nodded lightly, "That person is not simple, we can't take it lightly."

Although it is impossible to guess that person is the killer without evidence, if this person is unfortunate, it will be a very difficult and powerful enemy.

When Yizai heard him say "we", he immediately felt better again, and nodded with a smile.

At this time, most of the people had finished their meals, were drinking and chatting, and some people stood up and were about to leave the restaurant.

The man An Ge thought he should pay more attention to also stood up at this moment, and tapped the tall champagne glass in his hand with a fork.

The crisp ding ding naturally attracted everyone's attention.

He began to speak: "Everyone, it's rare to get together. Why don't you introduce yourself to each other and get to know each other better? At least you can reduce the chance of the killer sneaking in, right? Let me start. My ID is You Ryan, this is my third game."

It can be said that his phrase "reducing the chances of being taken advantage of by the killer" accurately hit everyone's pain points, and even the two who stood up and were about to leave sat down again.

Then, starting from his left, the girl in the printed dress also introduced herself: "My name is Zou Yanyan! In terms of language, this is my first time participating in a game. To be honest, I still don't understand what's going on..."

As soon as An Ge noticed some details, he saw Julian also turned his head and said something in the girl's ear. Zou Yanyan's face immediately changed again, and he changed his words hesitantly: "ID, ID is poor light... Danshui Dan."

An Ge covered his face and sighed, although it may be because the ID Julian is too misleading, and the appearance of a mixed-race person with a Western-style name is not inconsistent, causing misunderstandings.

But there is actually someone more stupid than Yi Zai, it's really amazing... No, in fact, when you think about it carefully, Yi Zai is not stupid, he just has more action and does more than he thinks.

Several people laughed, though not necessarily with good intentions.

But An Ge frowned, and found a very strange thing.

He was deep in thought, and Yizai asked in a low voice, "Brother Clay, what's wrong with you?"

An Ge didn't look up, but said, "There's something wrong, not quite right."

Yi Zai said: "What's wrong? Is it because their faces have become like mine?"