Entering the paradise of life, passing through the maze of memory, experiencing countless human choices, and finally arriving at the hotel deep in despair.
Each passenger who comes late at night has his own identity and represents something. They will choose the person who can live according to the rules set by the black box.
"Everyone has the right to let others live, but the price is that they cannot control their own destiny, and their life is in the hands of others.
Han Fei lowered his head, blood oozing from the edge of the mask. The burning pain did not disappear. His face was growing together with the mask. "What will happen if we don't choose? We don't need to care about one person at all.
The words of a murderer, of course, the premise is that he is just a murderer." The woman did not want everyone to be led away by the murderer, but the hotel owner who had been silent spoke at this time.
"At least one thing, the murderer is right. The black fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the tide it creates is slowly flooding the hotel. If the hotel is destroyed, the fate of all of us should be the same as those who were forced to leave the hotel.
The people are almost the same.”
"Death?" There are two options before everyone, either die, or do as the murderer said.
The clock on the wall is ticking, and every time the minute hand moves, the atmosphere in the room becomes more depressing.
"Why don't we try what the murderer said first? Looking at the text message he left, the murderer's mental state is very unstable. Maybe all this is his imagination." The magician sat on the sofa and played with himself.
He didn't raise his head to look at anyone, as if he was talking to those puppets.
No." The police officer refused decisively. He stared at the magician: "Everyone, please calm down. There is a playing card left in the sleeve of the deceased. The magician is highly suspected of committing the crime.
big!"
"I am a magician in the park, not a clown. A clown playing card cannot prove anything." He raised his head for the first time, but his eyes were not at the police officer. He stood up and walked towards the mute girl in the corner.
When the child saw someone coming, he became even more frightened. He was helpless and pitiful, like an abandoned kitten.
I am a very enthusiastic person and like to get along with children. The magic I originally designed was just to make children happy." He squatted in front of the girl, took off a puppet hanging on his body, and placed it on the
Girl's arms.
'Can you tell me your name? I will write your name down later so that you can leave alive.' The magician turned his back to everyone. No one could see what he was doing to the girl, only his voice could be heard.
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About ten seconds later, the girl stretched out her hand and drew a small flower on the muddy wall. "Are you calling a flower?"
The girl nodded mechanically, the fear in her eyes reduced a lot, replaced by confusion.
"Okay, I know." The magician touched the girl's head: "Children are hope and the future. If only one of us can leave alive, I think that person should be you."
No matter how others chose, the magician seemed to have discussed it with the girl. After doing this, he returned to his original position.
The middle-aged screenwriter openly challenged the authority of the police officers, and the magician even ignored the police officers' suggestions. The police officers who originally thought they could control the situation smoothly, now don't look so good.
Time passed minute by minute, and when the clock on the wall pointed to twenty-three fifty-five, everyone heard the sound of raindrops. The black rain became heavier and heavier, as if it was about to hit the building.
Buildings where countless crimes were buried were destroyed.
Big raindrops hit the outer wall of the hotel. Everyone looked out the window. Black mist and black rain continued together, and the whole world was constantly collapsing, pressing towards them.
"Are you sure you don't want to do what the murderer said? Do you want everyone to join in?
Die?" The magician did not shy away from others. He took off a puppet hanging from his heart, picked up the pen on the dining table, and wrote the word "花" on it.
"I hope this black box can read my thoughts." The magician picked up the puppet and threw it into the black box: "I want her to be the last person alive.
The puppet fell into the black box and disappeared silently. The other passengers in the room looked at the magician in surprise.
Giving others a way out was the only bargaining chip in everyone's hands to ensure their own survival, but the magician did not hesitate to use it. He seemed to really do what he said, hoping that the child would live to the end.
After he made his choice, the girl in the corner stood up unsteadily, lowered her head, and put a piece of paper into the black box.
"The child probably didn't vote voluntarily. We don't know the magician's real name, but the girl just threw out the card she prepared. I suspect that the magician hypnotized the child and made her do things against her will.
"Laughing wildly and squinting his eyes, he was extremely confident and calm. It seemed that he was really just here to play a game. After the game was over, he would kill everyone.
"Maybe we don't need to know the other party's name. As long as we determine the other party's image in our hearts, the vote should be considered effective." The magician pointed to his brain: "If you don't believe it, you can still vote. When you put the card with the other party's name written on it,
When the paper is thrown into the black box, there will be a special feeling, as if the person's soul has been thrown into the abyss."
'You know a lot.' The police officer spoke less and gave people a more dangerous feeling. 'The person we choose will be reborn, why does it feel like we are throwing the other person into the abyss?' The middle-aged screenwriter was a little confused.
, he took out a pen and paper from his pocket, quickly wrote a name, and threw it into the black box.
When the piece of paper fell into the black box, the middle-aged screenwriter was in a daze. He looked back and laughed wildly.
Someone raised an eyebrow and everyone started voting, apparently forgetting the police officer's previous warning.
After the screenwriter finished voting, Kuangxiao also walked to the dining table, wrote a name and threw it into the black box.
"Hey." The hotel owner sighed softly. He and the hotel attendant moved forward together and wrote each other's names.
"You will regret it." Seeing that everyone had voted, the police officer couldn't sit still and walked directly to the middle-aged woman. It seemed that he wanted to persuade the other party and the two voted for each other's names.
However, contrary to the police officer's expectations, the middle-aged woman shook her head and refused. She wrapped the name she had just written in a ball of paper and threw it into the black box.
Then Han Fei also walked to the dining table and put the note with his wife written on it into the black box.
Everyone began to vote, and in the end only the police officers and fugitives were left.
"Write! I want to see you write my name!" The police officer who represents justice is also the first person to threaten violence. Compared with him, the fugitive seems more like a real police officer.
Punch after punch hit the fugitive, and the police officer dug his fingers into the wound on the fugitive's broken arm. Under constant torture, the fugitive was forced by the police to write down the name of the police officer.
"Don't get me wrong, violence is not the only way to solve the problem, but it depends on the situation." After the police officer finished speaking, he also wrote down the name of the fugitive. Before finding a new target of suspicion, he still needed the fugitive to help him.
Provide a way to survive.
Everyone had voted, but nothing changed in the room. Just when everyone thought they had been deceived by the murderer, the clock rang at midnight.
The hour hand and minute hand overlapped, and a strange sound sounded in the room. Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Li Guoer was carried into the hotel by a maniacal laugh. A large amount of black mist escaped from under her skin. It was as if all her blood vessels had burst. Her snow-white skin turned black and red, and her petite body was quickly wrapped in black mist.
Then all the black mist rushed toward the black box. When the black mist dissipated, Li Guoer was no longer on the sofa, as if everything she had in the world had been erased.
"The hotel is built deep in the brain. The guests in the hotel should be consciousness and soul. She may still have a chance to be awakened." Han Fei turned on the master-level acting switch. Everything that happened here was affecting his emotions.
, but he cannot reveal any flaws. Only by surviving to the end can he have the opportunity to make real changes.
The black rain outside the house was beating against the window like a wave. The ten people in the house were all staring quietly at the sofa where Li Guoer had just been lying, one by one, and then disappeared.
It turns out that the murderer did not lie, and the person with the fewest votes in the hotel will really die." The magician walked to the sofa and gently touched the surface of the sofa. No one could tell that a person was lying on the top a minute ago.
After witnessing the entire process of Li Guoer merging into the black mist, his confident laughter subsided a lot, and the madness in his eyes was aroused. He seemed to have seen similar scenes before.
"The murderer didn't take action in the first round. He might have been worried about exposing himself." The police officer's tone of voice also changed. If he and the fugitive hadn't written down each other's names at the last stage, he would have become like Li Guo.
Same thing.
Everyone else in the house seems to have their own partners, but the police officer is the only one who is bound to his sworn enemy, the fugitive; together, they have no trust in each other at all, and it is too risky to trust each other with their lives.
After Li Guoer disappeared, the sea of fog outside the hotel seemed to subside a little, but only ten minutes later, the receding sea of fog began to crash into the hotel again.
The old hotel cannot withstand the impact at all. It is like a broken ship that has been caught in a storm and may sink at any time.
"Bang!
The window of a room on the second floor was blown open, and a large amount of black rain fell into the house.
"I'll close the window.
Just as the waiter was about to turn around, the screenwriter shouted at him: "You'd better not leave our sight casually."
The magician also stared at the waiter with a smile: "Haven't you noticed yet? If we don't choose the dead for a long time, the disaster will swallow us all up. The murderer is urging us to choose the last survivor as soon as possible."
He stroked the doll on his body and walked towards the mute girl: "It's really cruel that so many of us adults have to fight for the only way to live with a child.
"Don't continue to deceive that child." The middle-aged woman didn't know the little girl. She just felt that the magician had been taking advantage of the child. If you look carefully, you can find that the little girl's eyes are completely different from before.
Numb, dazed, as if I am gradually losing myself.
"How can you say it's deception? Among so many people, I am the only one protecting her." The magician walked towards the little girl again, and the others did not stop him. They didn't seem to mind that the magician regarded the little girl as his "insurance".
Maybe it's because the girl is too weak, and adults can easily control the child. If they really can't control it, they can kill her, causing everyone to lose this stable source of votes.
Because anyone can easily kill her, that's why she can live.
"Wait a minute, I also suspect that you are coercing that girl." The police officer suddenly said. He carried the little girl in the corner to the dining table and let her stay under the light.
"It doesn't matter. I don't have to touch her. You can let her make her own choice." The magician shrugged indifferently. Then he wrote the word "flower" on a piece of paper, thinking about the little girl, and then threw the paper away.
Entered the black box. The second round of voting began again. Unlike last time, the police officers were obviously uneasy. When judging a person's choice, the black box judgment does not seem to be based on whose name the other person wrote, but
It’s based on who the other party is thinking about at the moment of voting.
It was as if the magician deliberately wanted to tell everyone this, so he just randomly wrote a fancy word for voting in two consecutive rounds.
The votes on paper cannot be counted, the thoughts deep in the hearts of the people are the most real.
It's your turn.
The black mist hit the hotel crazily, and the whole building made a creaking sound, but the magician seemed to enjoy the atmosphere.
The police officer looked at the magician with a very cold look. He knew that forcing the fugitive to write down his name might not be effective. The fugitive could betray him at the last moment and think about other passengers. This kind of spiritual vote cannot be resolved with violence.
Change truly corresponds to the message on the note - all personalities and souls are equal.
Everyone has their own partners and successfully passed the last round, but this round is not guaranteed.
The police officer lowered his head slightly. He was hiding the murderous intent in his eyes. If he could not safely obtain other people's votes, how could he avoid becoming the person with the fewest votes?
There is only one answer, and that is to kill all the competitors before the voting is completed.
"There are ten of us. We can survive until the end by voting for each other, but if someone has an accident, the person who did not vote for him is the murderer. He is destined to be isolated and become the next person to die, so there is no need for everyone to worry for the time being."
It seemed that he said this deliberately to stabilize the police officer's mood: "While the voting is over, we can go to the hotel to investigate and find out the murderer's true purpose, and maybe we can find other ways to survive."
‘It makes sense.’ Kuaixiao and the middle-aged screenwriter voted, followed by the hotel owner and waiter, and Han Fei and his wife, who recognized each other in the last round, also voted for each other.
There were only police officers and fugitives left in the hall again. When they were struggling, Kuangxiao suddenly said: "Vote for the screenwriter. He voted for me. I voted for you. You voted for him. All three of us will
Won't die."
If the police officer believes in the wild laugh, the fugitive will die. If the police officer laughs and lies, both the fugitive and the police officer will die.
What was originally a simple situation became complicated because of the maniacal laughter.