Han Fei moved quickly, but the little girl's arms were still stained with black mist. She looked at the black blood vessels spreading rapidly under her skin, and the confusion in her eyes slowly dissipated.
"Let's start the sixth round of voting." The magician walked up to Han Fei and the girl. He naturally wanted to hold the girl's hand, but was slapped away by Han Fei.
"Hypnotize a child, do you still want to lose face?"
"I have never forced anyone to do anything. If you don't believe it, you can let her make her own choice." The magician touched the doll on his clothes. He said to the little girl very gently: "Come here, I will
I will protect you until the end. Children are the future and hope."
There were two different emotions in the little girl's eyes. On her left stood Han Fei, who had lost all his facial features and looked extremely scary; on her right stood tall, handsome, sunny and funny Magic Scarf.
The contrast between these two people is sharp. In daily life, many people can easily make choices without thinking.
The girl held the rag doll given by the magician, and more and more black lines appeared on her arms. In the end, she had no choice but to retreat to her corner.
Witnessing everything silently, my wife was also suffering in her heart at this moment.
She recognized Fu Sheng, but now that the innkeeper is dead, she has to choose between Fu Sheng and Han Fei.
Each person determines the life path of another person. If one person is given a way to live, the other person will die.
She has also considered choosing three people from each other, but one thing cannot be denied. No matter who she chooses, one of Han Fei and Fu Sheng will always vote for the other. Can they trust each other?
The few remaining travelers in the hotel each have their own thoughts. When faced with different choices, no one can always be perfect.
The sixth round of voting has begun, and contrary to everyone's expectations, the first person to vote this time is the fugitive. He seems determined to stand with the screenwriter and laugh wildly, without thinking about what will happen in the future.
Kuangxiao, who apparently had the most support, also cast his vote. During the voting process, he glanced at the screenwriter with a vague glance.
The screenwriter, who had always agreed with any of his suggestions, had hesitation in his eyes after witnessing Han Fei rescuing people.
After voting, he smiled wildly and said a few words to the fugitive, then stood back to his original position.
The screenwriter saw all this, and he continued to write Han Fei's name and threw the note into the black box as before.
After the three people voted, Han Fei silently walked to the black box. After confirming that the black mist on the little girl's arm had begun to spread, he gave his vote to his wife.
The magician followed Han Fei closely. He kept focusing on the girl, but the girl had no intention of voting for him.
Slowly, the indifference on the magician's face disappeared. Something he had exerted on the little girl was destroyed by the black mist. Now he can no longer affect the child.
The bug in his pocket crawled onto his shoulder. The magician wanted to say something to the little girl, but Han Fei blocked the two of them and refused to let the magician pass.
After the death of the innkeeper, the situation was completely chaotic.
Black rain washed away the hotel, and the water inside the house continued to rise. Furniture and corpses were floating on the water. The former deceased were getting closer and closer to the tourists standing on the second floor.
A strange black mist spread on the girl's arm, and the magician's face gradually turned gloomy. He glared at Han Fei who was blocking the way, resisted the urge to take action, and turned around and walked to the waiter.
"Your grandpa is right, we should cooperate." The magician is very good at changing his face. When he speaks, he gives people a warm and trustworthy feeling.
"Okay, I hope we can make it to the end." The waiter's mood became uncomfortable after the death of the hotel owner. He seemed to be an absolute pessimist.
Different from other people's careful consideration, after the waiter agreed to the magician, he took out a piece of paper, wrote something casually, and then threw it into the black box. The whole process only took a few seconds, and the magician didn't even react.
Already voted M
"It's your turn."
After the waiter returned from voting, he did not stand at his original position, but moved a few steps towards the corridor.
The magician took out paper and pen hesitantly, but the waiter agreed too decisively, which made him a little uncomfortable.
Everyone else was also staring at the magician who was about to vote, wanting to see his choice.
While everyone was attracted by the magician, the waiter put his hand into his pocket and was groping for something.
He retreated slowly against the wall. When someone realized something was wrong, the waiter suddenly accelerated and ran towards the end of the corridor!
The hand hidden in his pocket stretched out, and the waiter held a black key in his palm.
He opened the hotel owner's room, entered, and immediately locked the door. "Stop!"
All the surviving passengers rushed over and kicked the door open.
The specially reinforced door panel had to be pushed open several times before it was opened. When everyone entered the room, they found the waiter kneeling on the ground. In front of him was a dilapidated box with various books piled inside.
Those books have never been seen on the market. It seems that each book is a condensed version of a person's entire memory.
"What are you and the hotel owner planning?" "How many things are you hiding from us?
"Sure enough, the murderer is you!"
Facing everyone's questions, the waiter didn't even bother to raise his head. His expression was completely desperate, and it seemed that he had no strength to speak.
Putting the book on the ground, the waiter turned it to the last page.
In the blank space at the end of the story, there are words left by the innkeeper - the last surviving person will become the new innkeeper and will never be able to leave. He will continue to run this hotel deep in the heart, waiting for new guests and repeating the new game.
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"Is this game a scam? No one can leave? Are we destined to be trapped and die here?" The middle-aged screenwriter did not expect that the truth would be like this. The hotel owner should have participated in this game before, and he survived to the end.
"Even in the deepest despair, you will occasionally see the lost starlight. You and the hotel owner must be hiding something from us!" The magician poured out all the books in the box, one of which was filled with despair.
There are two pages missing from the book.
"Judging from the torn parts, the piece of paper we found in the back of the body's head was torn from this book!"
"Two pages are missing, which means the rules are two pages and we only see one!
"Say! What are the real rules!"
Under the pressure of everyone, the waiter took out another paper ball from his pocket.
"All souls are equal, you choose who you want to be me.
"Put the opponent's name into the black box, and the guest with the fewest votes will become part of the black mist.
The first two sentences are the rules written on the previous piece of paper, but there is another sentence written on the second piece of paper hidden by the waiter.
"The passenger who gets more than one-third of the total votes will become the new me." The passengers stared at the sentence on the second piece of paper. If they had known about this rule at the beginning, they might not have interacted with each other.
Si kill.
"More than one-third? You need to get four votes out of ten?" It is also not easy to meet this second condition, and it can be said that the probability is almost zero.
Passengers cannot vote for themselves, which means that in addition to themselves, they must be supported by four people.
It takes the sacrifice of four people to buy one person's life.
The innkeeper also knew how difficult it was to do this, so he had no intention of playing the game normally from the beginning and only wanted to train the waiters to become the next innkeeper.
"It turns out that this is the real rule." Despair appeared on the faces of several people in the room. It was already difficult for one person to sacrifice himself, let alone four people leaving their way of survival to one person.
"Snapped!"
The windows were blown open by the storm, and the wild black rain fell on the ground. The building was already on the verge of collapse, and the only haven for the soul would be submerged by the tide of despair.
"Continuing the sixth round of voting, I still have a chance to come back as an innkeeper." After the magician finished voting, he placed the black box in front of the middle-aged woman.
The wife's eyes wandered between Fu Sheng and Han Fei. She remembered the agreement between the magician and Fu Sheng just now, and gave the ticket to Han Fei.
The voting paper disappeared into the black box, and everyone became nervous, not knowing who would disappear this round.
The clock on the wall was submerged in water, and the sound of time passing was replaced by lightning and thunder.
When a bolt of lightning flashed across the window, the magician suddenly clasped his own throat with both hands. He stared at the waiter and the little girl with hatred in his eyes, and a large amount of thick black mist poured out of his mouth: "You two!"
At the same time, the waiter looked at his hands that were gradually swallowed up by the black mist, and then looked at the middle-aged woman: "You didn't come the first ninety-nine times, why did you find me this last time? Everything in my memory is
Fantasy, only you are the reality that remains in my mind.!
Sighing slightly, the waiter seemed to have guessed it a long time ago. When the magician wanted to use the last moment to kill the middle-aged woman, he and the magician, covered in black mist, collided.
Neither the waiter nor the magician gave their tickets to each other. They had been rivals for many years and knew each other too well.
The black mist swallowed up everything about the two people, causing them to melt into the black box.
The mute girl is not dead, but no one knows whether it was Fu Sheng or Meng who voted for her.
One window after another was blown open by the strong wind, gravel and wood chips continued to fall from the roof, and cracks on the walls spread to all sides. With a loud bang, the wooden stairs were washed away, and the passengers in the house could no longer go to the first floor.
The road back was cut off, and the buildings on the ground became lonely boats floating on the water.
There are only six people left in the corridor on the second floor. Han Fei and his wife are standing on the left, laughing wildly, the screenwriter and the fugitive are standing on the right, the little girl is squatting in the corner, and the black box is placed among everyone.
Lightning struck, allowing the surviving passengers to see each other's faces clearly.
"Let's begin, round seven."
The middle-aged screenwriter seemed to be a staunch supporter of laughter. He held a note with Han Fei's name on it, covered the wound on his chest, and put his vote into the black box.
Except for him, no one else moved until the outer wall of the hotel collapsed, cracks spread from the roof to the ground, and the second floor where they were located was no longer safe.
"Self-sacrifice, or let yourself live?" the fugitive touched his heart. After hesitating for a long time, he made a choice. He put a piece of white paper he had prepared into the black box.
The same thing he did was the mute girl. That child couldn't communicate with anyone.
Everyone regarded her as a tool, except Han Fei.
"Why do people have to go through so many choices in life? It seems that there are many ways to go, but in the end they bring the same pain." The wife silently put a piece of paper with her name on it into the black box.
The other four people all finished voting, and in the end only Han Fei and Kuangxiao were left.
The two of them stood on both sides of the corridor, thunder roared outside the window, lightning and strong winds intertwined, and the heavy rain crazily washed away the sinful hotel.
"I'm very curious, how did you find this building? All the memories about the personality struggle and the maze have been taken away by me. Even your identity as the owner of the black box has been taken away by me. Why can you still come here?" Laughing wildly?
He stood in front of Han Fei, with the black box between them.
"In this shrine memory world, there are two owners of the black box. It was the previous owner of the black box who showed me the way." Han Fei raised his head and looked directly at the maniac with his bloody face.
"So it's Fu Sheng? He is really a contradictory guy. He interprets the word "human" vividly." Kuangxiao picked up a paper ball and placed it on top of the black box: "Who do you think will win between the two of us?"
"It should be me."
"why?"
"Maybe it's because I have a friend named Huang Ying."
"Is this your reason? No one wants to get close." Han Fei looked at Kuangxiao's handsome and warm smile. Even though he knew it was Kuangxiao's disguise, he still didn't expose it. He had never seen a smile on his body before, and now
He knows how he looks when he laughs.
"Do you consider yourself my friend?"
"If there are only two of us left in the end, I will vote for you. I can't let you bear all the suffering. In the end, I alone have hope."
Han Fei and Kuangxiao looked at each other, and then let go of their hands at the same time. The paper balls in their palms fell into the black box, and a completely different scene from before appeared.
Fine cracks appeared on the surface of the box, and then the black box began to suck in the fog and black rain outside the hotel.
After more than ten seconds, the screenwriter and the fugitive fell to the ground, black mist emerged from the depths of their blood vessels, and the smile on the maniacally smiling face gradually became exaggerated, and the smile at the corner of his mouth slowly turned into hysterical laughter!
The deeper he fell into despair, the thicker the black mist in his body became. Laughing opened his arms and resisted the black mist with his body. When the screenwriter and the fugitive were dragged towards the black box, he still stood there.
The middle-aged screenwriter is the spider who came in with Han Fei. He left all the scripts. When Han Fei saved the girl, he saw who the real Han Fei was.
The one-armed fugitive is the ghost manager. He is planning to let Han Fei succeed him as the new ghost. Only he and Han Fei know the secret of the butcher's knife hidden deep in his heart.
The mute girl is Xiaoba, but some unknown changes have obviously occurred in this child.
Finally, there is the wife. She is the most critical person. Without her, Han Fei would probably be killed first.
In the seventh round of voting, all four people chose the disfigured Han Fei. Even though Han Fei changed his appearance and became a monster, they still recognized him.
In fact, Kuangxiao noticed it when the screenwriter was voting. The middle-aged screenwriter still wrote Han Fei's name on the white paper, but the screenwriter's expression when voting was slightly different from before.
There were more and more cracks on the surface of the black box. The despair of the whole world seemed to be rushing here. The crazy laughter could no longer hold up. His body moved towards the black box little by little. When he passed by Han Fei, he was caught by the black mist.
The half-corroded face looked at Han Fei.
Crazy laughter sounded, and Han Fei's figure reflected in his eyes: "There is one more thing I want to tell you. Our deal is that you rescue me, and I will help you drag down all the park managers. That's all."
"It doesn't matter, just think of this face as a thank you gift for your last vote for Xiaoba.
Han Fei was exchanging votes with his wife from the beginning to the end. Except for Kuangxiao, everyone else seemed to have voted for Han Fei, so there was only one possibility for Xiaoba not to be swallowed up by the black mist. Kuangxiao gave his vote to the mute
girl.
"She is just like me, and she is regarded as the key to despair."
