Chapter 1: Nine-player difficulty! (Don't raise it, take a look, this month's 40-character update, a
"Ding~~~"
Pushing open the door, Xu Tong didn't hear the sweet welcome this time, so he turned his head and took a look.
Good guy, his cute little sister stared at her with a cold face.
What was strange was that she was covered in a very large robe, completely covering her body.
After seeing Xu Tong, those big eyes glared at him, as if they wanted to eat him alive.
"Ahem, I understand. I feel uncomfortable for a few days every month."
Realizing that the situation was not good, Xu Tong cleared his throat and stepped forward: "Otherwise, when you get off work, we will go together...eat hot pot!"
"Ah!"
The young lady curled her lips and said, "You should worry about yourself." As she said that, she pursed her lips in the direction of the hall, and saw that there were already several people sitting sparsely in the hall.
Obviously the difficulty of the script is directly related to the number of people.
The first time it was a novice script, it was not very difficult, and everyone was given a prop for free.
The second time is a small-scale script, with a strong team as the forward. Although it is a breeding team, the script studio does not care about this.
But this time, the difficulty has obviously escalated.
After Xu Tong glanced quickly, he found that seven people were already sitting in the hall, eight including himself.
He remembered that he had learned about script killing before. Usually, a larger and more difficult script would have more than eight people.
"If I were you, while I still have time, I would consider getting rid of that thing as soon as possible in exchange for a life-saving trump card."
Xu Tong raised his eyebrows and took out the prepared cake from the props book without haste and put it on the table: "What if I don't?"
"Then be careful not to die in it!" She glanced at the cake on the table and couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. She saw that the cake actually looked like an airplane, with a dancing little man on it. Although there were no facial details, Xu
The clothes on the child are obviously very similar to those of the villain.
"Then it's settled, if I come back alive, let's... have hot pot together!"
Xu Tong slapped the table, turned around and walked towards the hall.
"Hey~~"
Seeing him leave without looking back, she was stunned for a moment. She lowered her head to look at the cake on the table, put her face close and carefully admired the little man on the plane.
"Smug!"
As he spoke, he glanced around to make sure there was no one around. Under the light, he saw the shadow of the beautiful woman's side face. She slowly opened her mouth, opening it wider and wider. With a "click~~", the whole
The marble tabletop couldn't stop shaking.
"One more!!"
Everyone in the hall raised their heads and focused their attention on this latecomer, and many people's faces began to look cold.
"Eight-player difficulty, what a waste of fun!"
Someone kicked the table away and began to complain, cursing and complaining.
Others didn't look too good either. They had only heard about the eight-person script and had never experienced such a difficult script.
But we also know that the number of people is the criterion that determines the difficulty of the script.
Eight-player difficulty is almost the ceiling of the small script world, whoever encounters it will be unlucky.
Xu Tong sat on the single sofa at the back and glanced around, but he didn't see his familiar figure, and he couldn't help but feel a little regretful.
He found that he was still quite a nostalgic person. He missed Li Bo a little, the fat man, and Miss Sang Gou, a heartless man.
Now facing seven strangers in front of him, he really felt a little nostalgic.
Just when they were whispering about their bad luck...
"jingle!!"
The sound of pushing the door made everyone's faces freeze. Some people stiffened their necks and did not dare to look back. Some people raised their heads and looked at the figure walking in from the outside, and their faces instantly turned pale.
"Click, click, click..." The sound of the collision between shoe soles and marble was getting closer and closer, as if this was not the sound of footsteps, but the death knell that the god of death was ringing for them.
"Eh?? It's...it's so late, and there are so many people!"
The new girl who walked in was young, wearing a white Miguel dress. She looked pretty and cute, especially the dimples on her cheeks, and her smile was very sweet.
Sensing that something was not right about the atmosphere in the hall, the girl said hello to everyone: "Big guy, my name is...Song Nuannuan. This is my second time to play. Please take care of me."
Her voice is very sweet, just like her name, giving people a warm and friendly feeling, just like the little sister next door. Anyone who sees it will smile in response.
It's just...at this moment, when everyone saw her, no one could laugh.
Some people even started to get dark in front of their eyes and covered their heads: "It's wrong, it's wrong, why are we playing this? It's nine...nine-person difficulty!"
The air seemed to be frozen there, no one said anything, and there were only two words in everyone's eyes, despair.
In such a desperate atmosphere, it is obvious that no one will pay attention to a rookie like Song Nuannuan.
"clatter!!"
Xu Tong took out the cigar and lighter, cut off the butt of the cigar, held the cigar with his index finger and thumb, and slowly turned it in front of the fire. When the flame burned one-third of the front end of the cigar, he blew it gently.
After the flame is blown out, continue to slowly bake it again until the inside of the cigar is roasted and carbonized. The skillful movements are like a veteran who has been immersed in this art for many years.
His action naturally caused a chain reaction. After all, cigarettes are the best medicine to relieve anxiety in a short period of time.
It's a pity that many people only have time to put the cigarette to their mouths, but don't have time to take a puff.
"Kick-kick-kick-kick..."
With the harsh sound of the door opening, the host they knew and hated finally appeared on the stage.
Xu Tong looked at the host's new makeup and couldn't help but put the cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath: "Interesting!"
"Pop!"
The small black leather whip hit the ground, causing sparks to appear.
The tight-fitting tights perfectly showed off her devilish figure. Under a German military hat, a black eye patch and red lips as red as blood made her look even more wild.
Many people present were already very familiar with this host, but when they saw her exaggerated new look, their jaws dropped in shock.
After all, in many people's minds, she always seems to be wearing a luxurious cheongsam, with a dignified yet charming style.
The host seemed to be very satisfied with the expressions on everyone's faces and waved the whip in his hand: "Congratulations to everyone, the nine-person script. I remember the last time it appeared, but it was still two years ago. I remember two years ago.
, there was a man who got clues to the golden props in that script, it was really a wonderful story.”
She fiddled with the leather whip in her hand with her slender fingers and spoke to everyone in a seductive tone.
Sure enough, when they heard the words golden props, many people's eyes changed.
People die for money and birds die for food. This is obviously a truth that has not changed since ancient times.
It's like knowing that drug trafficking involves eating peanuts, but a steady stream of people still take this road every year.
The four words "golden props" bring endless temptation and magic.
Even if it's just a clue, once you have it, it's like a god, with the power to break all rules.
Of course, there are still some people who are self-aware, and they dare not get involved in golden props, but there is still a flash of fantasy in their hearts, what if?
This fantasy doesn't have much effect, but it is enough to offset part of their fear.
Seeing that the goal had been achieved, the host waved the small leather whip in his hand and pointed at the tunnel corridor behind him: "Everyone, please."
Everyone glanced at the corridor in front of them and swallowed hard. Everyone knew that the world behind this corridor might be...death.
But do they have a choice?
Thinking of this, someone finally braved the situation and walked in quickly.
Anyway, there is no choice, so why not go to the front and maybe get some advantage in choosing your identity?
If there is one, there are two. Everyone understands the truth. Soon the third, fourth, and those further behind began to pace faster, and there was even a feeling of being swarmed up.
Xu Tong followed leisurely, and when he reached the tunnel, he was stopped by the host with a small leather whip.
"There's one minute left, are you sure you don't want to sell? If you nod now, I can make the decision and give you a privilege. Maybe you have a chance to get gold props and become the winner of this game!"
Her seductive voice, as soft as a finger, can make your bones feel numb.
Xu Tong looked a little embarrassed. He glanced at the corridor in front of him and frowned tightly.
He took two puffs on his cigar: "I want to sell, but my teacher who has been dead for many years taught me to be honest when doing business, so... I'm sorry, I started two hours later. I won't accept a small business like yours!"
He flicked the ashes on his hand and said, "This brand of cigars tastes great. A beautiful woman smokes a cigar, and it goes well with your thief outfit."
The host was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the cigar in his hand, with a stiff smile still on his face. He turned back to look at Xu Tong's running back, and casually dropped the cigar on the ground: "This bastard!"
At the end of the corridor is still the familiar portal.
But this time there is a sign hanging on every door.
"Good guy? Bad guy?"
Under each brand, there is a corresponding identity. There are nine doors here, and there are five good people and four bad people inside.
The host stepped on black high-heeled shoes and came from behind everyone. As he walked, he explained: "As you can see, choose to be a good person or choose to be a bad person. It is as simple as that. You can choose now, but the door must be opened at the same time."
Only then can you open it and enter.”
"So doesn't it mean that each of us knows whether the other is a good person or a bad person?"
Some people suddenly became suspicious.
Some people immediately said: "Wait a minute, won't our appearance be changed when we enter the script world? What's the point of such a choice?"
"Sorry, no comment."
The host played with the small leather whip in his hand and seemed not to want to reveal any information to them in this regard.
Seeing this, everyone looked at each other and saw someone quickly rushing towards the direction of the bad guy.
Obviously, there are only four bad guys, but there are five good guys. If you have played Werewolf, you will know that although there are only two wolves, they have the advantage of hiding in the crowd.
In other words, the bad guys always have the upper hand.
And for four against five, they didn't suffer at all. After all, don't forget that there is a sweet-looking rookie among the nine.
There is no reason for such a little rookie to choose a bad guy who is the enemy of everyone.
So the result is four versus four. If this little rookie can hold back appropriately...
The positions of the four bad guys were quickly occupied, and the slow-moving person could only stand in the good guy's position with a dark face and silence.
The host looked around with his one eye and made sure everyone was standing in the correct position: "Then... the game begins!"
"Buzz~~"
The door opened in response. When everyone entered the room, and as the door closed again, the host's eyes showed a sly cold light: "Sorry, it's only officially starting now!"
As he spoke, he flicked his fingers, and the signs on the door in front of him were quickly turned over. There were neither good guys nor bad guys on the flipped house signs. There was not even a word on them, just a touch of gray.
