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Chapter 623 Games
Chapter 623 Games
The cylinder of the revolver was opened, and a bullet with a bright yellow metallic texture was filled in. The inaudible and trivial sound made by the friction of metal and metal was so harsh in this corrupt living room. Just such a small voice has a huge sense of oppression.
The clicking sound of refilling the cylinder echoes in the ears of every numb person, just like the church bell makes people close their eyes and pray to the gods who have been desecrated thousands of times and then picked up again, making them dead silent His face finally became turbulent.
No one is not afraid of death, perhaps very few people have made death a little lighter in their hearts because of the precipitation of years and stories, but the "process" of death will never be lost What he has the weight of and perhaps what human beings really fear is not death, but the process itself when it comes.
The game they are playing now is the most simple and straightforward way to squeeze the human fear of death to the limit.
The cylinder of the revolver was scratched by hand, and the cylinder filled with only one bullet was spinning rapidly, like a silver top emitting a faint light and shadow—that was the only source of illumination in the room, the lantern in the corner, the fuel The burning flame will never go out, because the flame has already "dead" and no longer consumes any material to support its existence. It has obtained eternal life in disguise, but what it loses forever is the temperature as a flame, just like the cold light shining This group of humans lost their spirits.
Under the firelight, everyone's face was numb with fear, and the dead who walked in from the sea of bronze trees outside the mansion no longer screamed. The dark golden pupils under the black cloak illuminated their pale faces, pressing down on them. The whispers in their throats were full of hunger and thirst for flesh and blood, and they fell into silence for a moment, as if they were looking forward to what was about to happen in the mansion that revealed a little bit of light.
A game begins.
Su Xiaoqiang doesn't know why there is such an unreasonable game that annihilates humanity. They are trampling on hope, the hope of life, the golden will of mankind (that is, courage), and spit it on the ground to rot together with those blankets and floors. .
"15 people, a group of 3 people, a gun and a bullet, the living continue to live, unfortunately let us continue to live." The man hissed.
Girls are no stranger to this game, Russian roulette, the earliest traces can be traced back to Serbia in 1840, a soldier who was keen on gambling shot beer bottles by stuffing a bullet in his revolver to attract spectators to bet, but that The soldiers never thought that this kind of game would be extended to today. It is no longer the beer bottle that the gun is aiming at, but themselves, but they still have the stakes, their own lives.
Su Xiaoqiang sat next to the man, and formed a sacrificial circle with 14 other people. Instead of flesh and blood, there were three metal pistols and scattered bullets in the middle.She looked at the bullets, and at the people who were afraid but did not escape, and finally asked, "Why?"
"Rules." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and the beginning of this game made his temperament depressed.
"rule?"
"Rules of the Nibelungen." The man said, "These three guns are hidden in this house. This is the rule of the game in this house. They always come, and when they come, they will take one person, and occasionally two." one, life or death."
"Why? Why don't they break in, we can't stop them at all."
"That's why it's the rules of the game." The man hissed, "The game, the rules. This is the game, this space, the game that Master Nibelung wants to see."
".So the rules of the game are to use this method to decide who goes and who stays." Su Xiaoqiang watched as three trembling people came out of the 15 people and stood up on their knees. The loaded revolver, the heavy firearm made their dry and slender arms tremble, but the five fingers holding the handle of the gun were so tight that no trace of blood could be seen.
In the center, the three people, two men and one woman raised their guns and pointed them at the back of the head of the person in front of them, and pressed down the hammer with their fingers. They all held guns with both hands. To dislocate their arms, to have this condition without a doctor is a nightmare of torture
"Groups of 3, 5 rounds in total, until the gun goes off, the unlucky one is the chosen one, they get what they want and they leave," the man said.
"Then wait until the next time to continue?" Su Xiaoqiang's voice was a little hoarse even if she lowered it. She watched this scene with her heart beating faster, and at the same time it was hard to imagine that she would see such a scene of devoid of humanity one day.
The man said that the room used to be overcrowded and shoulder to shoulder.
As if remembering something, she turned her head to look at the wall that recorded five years of despair, silently believed his words, and no longer doubted that five years later, there were very few living people in this mansion today.
Click, click, click.
Three voices sounded at the same time. Su Xiaoqiang suddenly turned his head to look at the center. Three people were lying on the ground and trembling with frightened faces, but their eyes burst into ecstasy again. It was the desire and gratitude for life.None of the three revolvers rang, and the three one-sixth chances allowed three lives to be saved.
They climbed out of the center, their postures were so pious, as if they were grateful to the gods who had prayed, but the eyes of the people around them were resentful, depressed, and the pain and despair doubled in the three empty guns.If the next round is an empty gun, the pain will continue to double until they touch the trigger with their own fingers, and the back of their head is oppressed by death.
"Aren't you willing to shoot yourself and escape?" Su Xiaoqiang didn't know whether to feel sad or terrified when she saw this scene. She couldn't use specific words to describe her emotions.
"We can't escape." The man said, "We are not those supernatural hybrids, we are just ordinary people, we don't have the capital to fight against those deadpools, lambs hitting the top corner of wolves? In the eyes of those deadpools Ours is not called bravery, but a gift from nature."
"What if you avoided them?" Su Xiaoqiang asked again, "You said, the outside is a maze, a maze made up of sea of trees, what if you escape?"
"This is the Nibelung, and there is no exit from the Nibelung."
"But you said this is a maze, and the maze always has an exit."
The man was dumb, and looked at the stubborn girl in front of him. This kind of character really makes people feel a little helpless. If you insist on one thing, you will never let go unless you convince her. But can anyone really convince her?
"Yes. There is indeed an exit in the maze." The man admitted, but his tone was even more bitter, "But it is because of this exit that people feel hopeless."
"Where does the exit lead to?"
"Bronze City," said the man, "that huge city rising from the Yangtze River"
Su Xiaoqiang was stunned. If she had heard well before, the Bronze City shouldn't be.
"Norton's lair, the bedchamber of the Lord of Bronze and Fire," the man said. "The radio told us not to go near it, but how could they know that it is the only exit of the maze? We have no way out, not from the beginning."
Click, click, click.
The three triggers were pulled, and the sound of the cylinder rotating was heard, and the three of them fell limply on the ground. If they still had excess water in their bodies, they would probably have been incontinent at this moment, but they didn't, just like scarecrows blown down by the wind. Throwing away the hot iron that could set himself on fire, he fled outside in haste and ecstasy.
"This is a game, a game of Nibelungen. Every Nibelungen has rules. Those rules are the dragon king's hatred for human beings. They like to see us desperate, struggling and suffering in despair." The man bowed his head. Looking at his trembling hands.
"Then break the rules of the game." Su Xiaoqiang said.
"What do you use to break it? If I can break it, will I still sit here? Do you think that you can have any results by saying what you have always said? Do you think it is still the environment in which you live?" The man seems to be trapped Su Xiaoqiang's words stung, he turned his head to stare at Su Xiaoqiang and growled hoarsely, but Su Xiaoqiang also stared at him, but didn't say anything.
The whole game stopped for it, and countless pairs of eyes looked at them quietly, as if this scene happened not uncommonly. It was a reincarnation hundreds of times.
"Many human lives have helped us fill in the outline of the invincible pit in front of us. We have seen the current situation clearly. We are standing on the edge of the cliff and surrounded by wolves. If we jump down the cliff, there will be no darkness below. The river has only the hard earth, and it is close to death. The only life is to pray for some kind of miracle that we can't even imagine." The man looked at Su Xiaoqiang with trembling eyes, "But if we choose to feed the wolves, what else will we do?" A one-sixth chance of surviving with a pistol. If it were you, would you be willing to gamble on a narrow chance of death, or a one-sixth chance of lingering?!"
There are people with psychological monologues and people without psychological monologues in the world. The former will narrate the things they see, the sad or gratifying things they encounter in the form of composition in their hearts, and add emotional resonance to their bodies, while the latter only have emotions and are full of emotion. overflowing emotions.Su Xiaoqiang always thought she was the former, but now this scene only filled her with pessimism and anger. Powerless anger.
The man watched her fall silent and smiled sadly, and his mood gradually stabilized, as if expressing those repressed collapses for the first time, explaining his behavior, trying to make others, that is, Su Xiaoqiang, who has not yet been involved in the incident People "understand".
"It's up to you next." Someone whispered, the sound was like sandpaper scratching on the stone wall.
The man walks out of the circle like a walking corpse and enters the inner circle, kneels and sits in front of the revolver, and also comes out the black-skinned Indian man. His collapse is several times that of others, because his previous crazy behavior seems to have become an early stage. Bringing on Deadpool's lead, all he has to do is take the blame. That revolver pointed at the back of his head will take two loads, a one in three chance of death.
The chance of survival is reduced by double, this kind of despair can make people collapse, the Indian man wants to cry and beg for forgiveness, but no one is willing to forgive him, the game has reached the third group, and the remaining two groups are impossible Forgive him, and if they forgave the man, who was going to forgive themselves when the revolver was in the back of their own heads?
The Indian man sat in front of the revolver, opened the cylinder, and filled it with two bullets in despair, one up and one down. It is unwritten that everyone will fill the gun that is against the back of his head. According to the rules, if you shoot and kill someone, then the bullet was also pressed in by the deceased himself, which seems to be less sinful (in fact, it is just self-deception).
As for why you didn't use a gun to stand against yourself and shoot, this kind of model used to exist, but when you lose the courage to aim at your own gun and rashly aim at others but no one can stop it, the rules become possible. The muzzle of the dead self appeared behind the head.
Two guns are loaded, but one is missing and no one has picked it up, so the game can't start.
Everyone looked at Su Xiaoqiang who was sitting on the edge without moving, and the man also looked at her and whispered, "This is the rule. The rules of the Nibelungen game. Everyone must participate. You came to this mansion to seek Asylum, naturally you have to abide by the rules."
Su Xiaoqiang didn't speak, and she kept silent after the man uttered the suppressed despair at the beginning, as if she was thinking about something, but now this thinking is timid in the eyes of the other fourteen people. This kind of timidity makes Resentful anger appeared in their eyes, and those who refused to break the rules and escaped the rules would always be repelled, so that they would attack in groups.
Su Xiaoqiang looked at those people whose faces were gradually distorted. She is indeed very strong in this room now. No one can beat her alone, but this is only limited to fighting alone. She has no way to resist when they attack in groups. of.
Even packs of wild dogs will tear people to pieces and cannot escape or resist, let alone packs of people.
The world is over.
She suddenly understood something.
Civilization and society have flattened the edges and corners of human beings as predators, but what cannot fade away are the eyes of predators, the unique eyes after being far away from civilization, the eyes full of desire and aggression, which belong to the ferocity of the wild eyes of predators.The "people" in this room have disappeared along with the scratches on the wall, leaving only this group of beast-like animals, desperate and sad animals.
The existence of creating this Nibelungen rule has great malice towards human beings. He resents human beings for taking away his most important existence with this weapon, so he also wants to use this weapon to kill his Enemy, in the most painful and desperate way.
Su Xiaoqiang didn't get up, because she was unwilling to accept this kind of gambling-style sacrifice game. She felt that it was an insult and spurn to the will of human beings, creating the existence of this game.
"If you go out now, you will be sent to death, and ten deaths will lead to death." The man warned in a low voice after seeing Su Xiaoqiang's impulsive thoughts, "They are already approaching this mansion, and anything that goes out will become a target, and, we will soon There is no time, and they will only stop when they hear the gunshots."
The fireflies under the black cloak outside the house are approaching the mansion in the bronze forest, walking in unison and solemnly like a group of pilgrims, but the pilgrims will not have their terrifying face of grinding teeth and sucking blood.
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The cylinder of the revolver was opened, and a bullet with a bright yellow metallic texture was filled in. The inaudible and trivial sound made by the friction of metal and metal was so harsh in this corrupt living room. Just such a small voice has a huge sense of oppression.
The clicking sound of refilling the cylinder echoes in the ears of every numb person, just like the church bell makes people close their eyes and pray to the gods who have been desecrated thousands of times and then picked up again, making them dead silent His face finally became turbulent.
No one is not afraid of death, perhaps very few people have made death a little lighter in their hearts because of the precipitation of years and stories, but the "process" of death will never be lost What he has the weight of and perhaps what human beings really fear is not death, but the process itself when it comes.
The game they are playing now is the most simple and straightforward way to squeeze the human fear of death to the limit.
The cylinder of the revolver was scratched by hand, and the cylinder filled with only one bullet was spinning rapidly, like a silver top emitting a faint light and shadow—that was the only source of illumination in the room, the lantern in the corner, the fuel The burning flame will never go out, because the flame has already "dead" and no longer consumes any material to support its existence. It has obtained eternal life in disguise, but what it loses forever is the temperature as a flame, just like the cold light shining This group of humans lost their spirits.
Under the firelight, everyone's face was numb with fear, and the dead who walked in from the sea of bronze trees outside the mansion no longer screamed. The dark golden pupils under the black cloak illuminated their pale faces, pressing down on them. The whispers in their throats were full of hunger and thirst for flesh and blood, and they fell into silence for a moment, as if they were looking forward to what was about to happen in the mansion that revealed a little bit of light.
A game begins.
Su Xiaoqiang doesn't know why there is such an unreasonable game that annihilates humanity. They are trampling on hope, the hope of life, the golden will of mankind (that is, courage), and spit it on the ground to rot together with those blankets and floors. .
"15 people, a group of 3 people, a gun and a bullet, the living continue to live, unfortunately let us continue to live." The man hissed.
Girls are no stranger to this game, Russian roulette, the earliest traces can be traced back to Serbia in 1840, a soldier who was keen on gambling shot beer bottles by stuffing a bullet in his revolver to attract spectators to bet, but that The soldiers never thought that this kind of game would be extended to today. It is no longer the beer bottle that the gun is aiming at, but themselves, but they still have the stakes, their own lives.
Su Xiaoqiang sat next to the man, and formed a sacrificial circle with 14 other people. Instead of flesh and blood, there were three metal pistols and scattered bullets in the middle.She looked at the bullets, and at the people who were afraid but did not escape, and finally asked, "Why?"
"Rules." The man's voice was a little hoarse, and the beginning of this game made his temperament depressed.
"rule?"
"Rules of the Nibelungen." The man said, "These three guns are hidden in this house. This is the rule of the game in this house. They always come, and when they come, they will take one person, and occasionally two." one, life or death."
"Why? Why don't they break in, we can't stop them at all."
"That's why it's the rules of the game." The man hissed, "The game, the rules. This is the game, this space, the game that Master Nibelung wants to see."
".So the rules of the game are to use this method to decide who goes and who stays." Su Xiaoqiang watched as three trembling people came out of the 15 people and stood up on their knees. The loaded revolver, the heavy firearm made their dry and slender arms tremble, but the five fingers holding the handle of the gun were so tight that no trace of blood could be seen.
In the center, the three people, two men and one woman raised their guns and pointed them at the back of the head of the person in front of them, and pressed down the hammer with their fingers. They all held guns with both hands. To dislocate their arms, to have this condition without a doctor is a nightmare of torture
"Groups of 3, 5 rounds in total, until the gun goes off, the unlucky one is the chosen one, they get what they want and they leave," the man said.
"Then wait until the next time to continue?" Su Xiaoqiang's voice was a little hoarse even if she lowered it. She watched this scene with her heart beating faster, and at the same time it was hard to imagine that she would see such a scene of devoid of humanity one day.
The man said that the room used to be overcrowded and shoulder to shoulder.
As if remembering something, she turned her head to look at the wall that recorded five years of despair, silently believed his words, and no longer doubted that five years later, there were very few living people in this mansion today.
Click, click, click.
Three voices sounded at the same time. Su Xiaoqiang suddenly turned his head to look at the center. Three people were lying on the ground and trembling with frightened faces, but their eyes burst into ecstasy again. It was the desire and gratitude for life.None of the three revolvers rang, and the three one-sixth chances allowed three lives to be saved.
They climbed out of the center, their postures were so pious, as if they were grateful to the gods who had prayed, but the eyes of the people around them were resentful, depressed, and the pain and despair doubled in the three empty guns.If the next round is an empty gun, the pain will continue to double until they touch the trigger with their own fingers, and the back of their head is oppressed by death.
"Aren't you willing to shoot yourself and escape?" Su Xiaoqiang didn't know whether to feel sad or terrified when she saw this scene. She couldn't use specific words to describe her emotions.
"We can't escape." The man said, "We are not those supernatural hybrids, we are just ordinary people, we don't have the capital to fight against those deadpools, lambs hitting the top corner of wolves? In the eyes of those deadpools Ours is not called bravery, but a gift from nature."
"What if you avoided them?" Su Xiaoqiang asked again, "You said, the outside is a maze, a maze made up of sea of trees, what if you escape?"
"This is the Nibelung, and there is no exit from the Nibelung."
"But you said this is a maze, and the maze always has an exit."
The man was dumb, and looked at the stubborn girl in front of him. This kind of character really makes people feel a little helpless. If you insist on one thing, you will never let go unless you convince her. But can anyone really convince her?
"Yes. There is indeed an exit in the maze." The man admitted, but his tone was even more bitter, "But it is because of this exit that people feel hopeless."
"Where does the exit lead to?"
"Bronze City," said the man, "that huge city rising from the Yangtze River"
Su Xiaoqiang was stunned. If she had heard well before, the Bronze City shouldn't be.
"Norton's lair, the bedchamber of the Lord of Bronze and Fire," the man said. "The radio told us not to go near it, but how could they know that it is the only exit of the maze? We have no way out, not from the beginning."
Click, click, click.
The three triggers were pulled, and the sound of the cylinder rotating was heard, and the three of them fell limply on the ground. If they still had excess water in their bodies, they would probably have been incontinent at this moment, but they didn't, just like scarecrows blown down by the wind. Throwing away the hot iron that could set himself on fire, he fled outside in haste and ecstasy.
"This is a game, a game of Nibelungen. Every Nibelungen has rules. Those rules are the dragon king's hatred for human beings. They like to see us desperate, struggling and suffering in despair." The man bowed his head. Looking at his trembling hands.
"Then break the rules of the game." Su Xiaoqiang said.
"What do you use to break it? If I can break it, will I still sit here? Do you think that you can have any results by saying what you have always said? Do you think it is still the environment in which you live?" The man seems to be trapped Su Xiaoqiang's words stung, he turned his head to stare at Su Xiaoqiang and growled hoarsely, but Su Xiaoqiang also stared at him, but didn't say anything.
The whole game stopped for it, and countless pairs of eyes looked at them quietly, as if this scene happened not uncommonly. It was a reincarnation hundreds of times.
"Many human lives have helped us fill in the outline of the invincible pit in front of us. We have seen the current situation clearly. We are standing on the edge of the cliff and surrounded by wolves. If we jump down the cliff, there will be no darkness below. The river has only the hard earth, and it is close to death. The only life is to pray for some kind of miracle that we can't even imagine." The man looked at Su Xiaoqiang with trembling eyes, "But if we choose to feed the wolves, what else will we do?" A one-sixth chance of surviving with a pistol. If it were you, would you be willing to gamble on a narrow chance of death, or a one-sixth chance of lingering?!"
There are people with psychological monologues and people without psychological monologues in the world. The former will narrate the things they see, the sad or gratifying things they encounter in the form of composition in their hearts, and add emotional resonance to their bodies, while the latter only have emotions and are full of emotion. overflowing emotions.Su Xiaoqiang always thought she was the former, but now this scene only filled her with pessimism and anger. Powerless anger.
The man watched her fall silent and smiled sadly, and his mood gradually stabilized, as if expressing those repressed collapses for the first time, explaining his behavior, trying to make others, that is, Su Xiaoqiang, who has not yet been involved in the incident People "understand".
"It's up to you next." Someone whispered, the sound was like sandpaper scratching on the stone wall.
The man walks out of the circle like a walking corpse and enters the inner circle, kneels and sits in front of the revolver, and also comes out the black-skinned Indian man. His collapse is several times that of others, because his previous crazy behavior seems to have become an early stage. Bringing on Deadpool's lead, all he has to do is take the blame. That revolver pointed at the back of his head will take two loads, a one in three chance of death.
The chance of survival is reduced by double, this kind of despair can make people collapse, the Indian man wants to cry and beg for forgiveness, but no one is willing to forgive him, the game has reached the third group, and the remaining two groups are impossible Forgive him, and if they forgave the man, who was going to forgive themselves when the revolver was in the back of their own heads?
The Indian man sat in front of the revolver, opened the cylinder, and filled it with two bullets in despair, one up and one down. It is unwritten that everyone will fill the gun that is against the back of his head. According to the rules, if you shoot and kill someone, then the bullet was also pressed in by the deceased himself, which seems to be less sinful (in fact, it is just self-deception).
As for why you didn't use a gun to stand against yourself and shoot, this kind of model used to exist, but when you lose the courage to aim at your own gun and rashly aim at others but no one can stop it, the rules become possible. The muzzle of the dead self appeared behind the head.
Two guns are loaded, but one is missing and no one has picked it up, so the game can't start.
Everyone looked at Su Xiaoqiang who was sitting on the edge without moving, and the man also looked at her and whispered, "This is the rule. The rules of the Nibelungen game. Everyone must participate. You came to this mansion to seek Asylum, naturally you have to abide by the rules."
Su Xiaoqiang didn't speak, and she kept silent after the man uttered the suppressed despair at the beginning, as if she was thinking about something, but now this thinking is timid in the eyes of the other fourteen people. This kind of timidity makes Resentful anger appeared in their eyes, and those who refused to break the rules and escaped the rules would always be repelled, so that they would attack in groups.
Su Xiaoqiang looked at those people whose faces were gradually distorted. She is indeed very strong in this room now. No one can beat her alone, but this is only limited to fighting alone. She has no way to resist when they attack in groups. of.
Even packs of wild dogs will tear people to pieces and cannot escape or resist, let alone packs of people.
The world is over.
She suddenly understood something.
Civilization and society have flattened the edges and corners of human beings as predators, but what cannot fade away are the eyes of predators, the unique eyes after being far away from civilization, the eyes full of desire and aggression, which belong to the ferocity of the wild eyes of predators.The "people" in this room have disappeared along with the scratches on the wall, leaving only this group of beast-like animals, desperate and sad animals.
The existence of creating this Nibelungen rule has great malice towards human beings. He resents human beings for taking away his most important existence with this weapon, so he also wants to use this weapon to kill his Enemy, in the most painful and desperate way.
Su Xiaoqiang didn't get up, because she was unwilling to accept this kind of gambling-style sacrifice game. She felt that it was an insult and spurn to the will of human beings, creating the existence of this game.
"If you go out now, you will be sent to death, and ten deaths will lead to death." The man warned in a low voice after seeing Su Xiaoqiang's impulsive thoughts, "They are already approaching this mansion, and anything that goes out will become a target, and, we will soon There is no time, and they will only stop when they hear the gunshots."
The fireflies under the black cloak outside the house are approaching the mansion in the bronze forest, walking in unison and solemnly like a group of pilgrims, but the pilgrims will not have their terrifying face of grinding teeth and sucking blood.
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(End of this chapter)
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