My Healing Game

Chapter 967 Eighth Floor Nightmare Comedian

Yao Shihua seems to be Yao Yuan's aunt in reality. She knows that Yao Yuan's final fate is to join the death group chat, bewitched by butterflies, and become a murderer.

Perhaps in the shrine of dreams, there are many nightmares experienced by members of the three crimes, a blank sheet of paper smeared with blood, and finally turned into desperate fragments.

They are all the materials for the dream to make a certain object, but the dream has never treated them as human beings.

Yao Yuan's nightmare was fragmented, and his distorted life finally turned into black and white fragments.

This fragment was slightly larger than the cleaner's, and contained a deeper sense of despair. Han Fei picked it up, and the fragments and all the dream marks disappeared in his palm.

The darkness enveloped everything. Han Fei successfully led all the players through the seventh floor of the nightmare. The figures around him disappeared one by one. After a few seconds, Han Fei suddenly realized that something was wrong!

I cleared the nightmare before, and when the dream dissipated, I would go straight back to the hospital in the main city when I opened my eyes. But after all the players returned this time, Han Fei was still shrouded in darkness!

He vaguely saw a twisted and perverted world, where all kinds of nightmares crowded together like black bubbles.

After a while, the bubbles shattered one by one, and the terrible nightmare crawled out of them and rushed towards Han Fei.

"Is it because I triggered the ghost pattern in the nightmare and borrowed the power of other gods? Or is it because I used more abilities than the nightmare allows?"

The nightmare did not drive Han Fei out of this twisted world, but was about to drag him into a certain place.

A large piece of butterfly pattern wanted to appear on Han Fei's body, but the laughing ghost pattern was so domineering that it didn't allow anything to get close to it, tearing up the butterfly pattern crazily.

The darkness around Han Fei was dispelled, and the familiar gray fog reappeared. Han Fei, who was covered in **** ghost patterns, seemed to be wearing **** clothes. He stood in the middle of the hospital, and the players around him were stunned.

Everyone wanted to come over to express their thanks, but what no one expected was that the gray fog suddenly began to surge at this moment, and an indescribable force grabbed Han Fei firmly.

"Those nightmares in nightmares are just the first step..."

The opponent was so fast that Han Fei had no time to resist, and the force pushed him into the corridor on the left.

Wrapped in gray mist again, that twisted and perverted world appeared before Han Fei's eyes again.

More bubbles began to burst, and countless nightmares submerged Han Fei like a black tide and penetrated into the depths of his consciousness.

"The nightmares in the left and right corridors are different? These nightmares are eating my memory! They want me to forget something!"

Unspeakable pain spread all over his body, and Han Fei entered the eighth level of nightmare in a state of confusion.

…

"My name is Zhang Beiyi, and I graduated from Xinhu Film and Television University. These two are my roommates. What we bring to you is a self-written and directed sitcom - Reasons to Live. This work is based on..."

"Okay, okay, let's get started!"

Standing on the crude stage were three young men. They were dressed plainly, even a little rustic, with nervous expressions.

There are a few adults sitting under the stage, they are very stylishly dressed, their expressions are extremely impatient, and they are constantly urging.

Without lighting, without sound effects, without any props, the three young people started a funny performance.

Zhang Beiyi plays a young man who is about to commit suicide, the eldest in the dormitory plays the dissuading landlord, and the third child in the dormitory plays the parrot raised by Zhang Beiyi.

Because once Zhang Bei dies, the landlord will not be able to collect the rent in arrears, and the rental house will become a haunted house, so the landlord wants to keep Zhang Bei away from death, but this seems to be abetting suicide. In the end, the cowardly landlord and Zhang Bei All kinds of funny things happened to Bei Yi on his way to court death.

The theme of the sitcom is to discuss death, but the three young people showed it in a relaxed way, humorous and funny, making people laugh, and finally Zhang Beiyi also gave up suicide.

The three young people have solid basic skills, but some aspects are not natural enough, there are traces of acting, and the baggage is not clear enough, but generally speaking, they are already very good among their peers.

After all the performances were over, the three of them were sweating profusely. They looked forward to the teachers in the audience.

"The performance is good, and the work is relatively complete, but there is still a lot of room for improvement. You have the strength, but you are still short of finishing." Several teachers exchanged a few words: "Go back and wait for the announcement."

"Teacher, we have tried many times, can you give us a chance." Zhang Beiyi begged: "In the entire 28 games, we don't ask for any rankings, we just want to show our face."

"Do you know how much the TV station costs per minute?" The teacher in the audience smiled: "Go back and wait for the announcement, you still have great potential."

"But…"

"Go back and wait for the notification, don't make me repeat." The teacher changed his face a little quickly: "Next group."

The door was pushed open, and a new group of actors walked in, pushing Zhang Beiyi and the others off the stage.

"I'm sorry, teacher. I'm taking the liberty. I'm sorry." Zhang Bei bowed down to the teachers, but no one answered him, and the three young people were taken out by the staff.

Walking out of the "interview" studio, Zhang Beiyi clenched his fists unwillingly: "Isn't it just a sign that we don't have enough money? If we have a film and television company to help with the operation, we still need to participate in his **** activities. A chance to show your face in front of the director?"

"It's been a year, playing tricks, acting as stand-ins, begging for help everywhere, and participating in various comedy competitions with our works. The funniest of the three of us now is ourselves, and we ourselves are three jokes." The boss of the dormitory wiped off his face. Ugly makeup: "Will you two still go to the daily knot later?"

"Otherwise?" Zhang Beiyi took out his worn-out mobile phone and checked the balance: "The security guard on the night shift did a good job last time. Although the twelve hours are relatively long, but no one cares at night, we can secretly rehearse. Boss Three, what do you think?"

"We are actors, did we graduate from college just to be security guards? If I had known this, why would I spend all my parents' money to come to Xinhu to study in this crappy university!" The boss was a little agitated, and his voice gradually became louder.

"Boss... Did something happen to you? You were a little absent-minded during the performance just now, and you mispronounced a line." Zhang Beiyi was very sensitive, and he put his hand on the boss's shoulder.

"In addition to playing tricks and the end of the day, we have performed five performances this month, two of which we have the audacity to go to a small theater to ask for a theater, and the response is very average; the remaining three are for audition activities and are treated as What is the meaning of this life?" The boss turned and looked at Zhang Beiyi: "Do you really want to continue like this?"

"Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared. Since you want to chase your dreams, you must pay a lot." Zhang Beiyi is not ready to give up: "And I want to change your terminology, not you, but us."

After waving his hand, the boss took out his mobile phone, on which a relative sent him photos and a few voice messages.

His father in the countryside fell to his waist, and the family never told him because he was worried that it would affect his work. But later, when he checked his waist, other diseases were found out.

"I can't keep messing around with you."

"Boss, how can all our hard work and dedication be described as nonsense? You know in your heart how much hardship we have suffered in this year, do you think all this is nonsense?" Zhang Bei Yi grabbed the boss by the shoulder.

"I don't want to quarrel with you." The boss avoided Zhang Beiyi's gaze: "I admit it, the poor are not worthy of a career that burns money, and the poor are only worthy of those jobs that the poor do."

"You're not an actor anymore?"

"No, I will work hard to earn money in the future. To be honest, I really don't love money, but I don't want my children to be like me in the future, giving up things they like for a living." The boss wiped all the smudges on his face Makeup, and gave the third child the eyebrow pencil and rental house keys shared by the three: "Maybe the past year is not a nonsense for you, but it is for me."

"Are you leaving today?"

"The show just now should be my farewell performance. At least there is a stage there, and there are a few audiences in the audience." The boss seemed to be afraid of hesitation, and walked very quickly, every step was very fast.

Zhang Beiyi and the third child looked at the boss silently, no one tried to stop him, and they didn't say anything else, they knew what the boss said was right.

"The message on the boss's mobile phone was sent two days ago. He knew about it two days ago, but he still chose to help us finish the last show. He should also want to give it a try." Walked out After college, Zhang Beiyi learned a lot, such as what if he is not reconciled? Hard work is just the most basic thing.

"Don't stand around stupidly, it's time to go to work!" Zhang Beiyi patted the third child, he was always very optimistic, as if nothing could break him: "For us, the last scene together must be More meaningful than getting drunk."

Two young people ran out of the "interview" building and rode bicycles to a large venue before dark.

After finding the contact person, the two immediately went to change the security uniforms and put on the badges of the staff.

Because the two of them looked pretty good and were taller, they were arranged at the door.

"I've always thought that being handsome is the least of my merits." Zhang Beiyi tidied up his security uniform, he was very serious no matter what he did, and always went all out: "Lao San, don't worry, we will definitely be able to Success. If it doesn’t work, let’s find a female producer, rock-paper-scissors, and the loser will treat himself as a gift. Hahaha, don’t look at me like trash! I’m just kidding!”

Perhaps because he didn't pay much attention, when Zhang Bei turned around, he accidentally bumped into a guest and knocked the other party's sunglasses crookedly.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Zhang Beiyi hurriedly apologized.

"Forget it, you look like students. I guess your monthly living expenses are not enough to repair my sunglasses." The guest was a little upset, but he didn't want to get angry in public. After saying a few words to Zhang Bei, he ignored it He moved forward.

Straightening up again, Zhang Beiyi slowly let go of his clenched hands, and put a smile on his face again: "We ate and slept in the set last month, and the living expenses cost a total of 170. He wore a 100 What kind of big-tailed wolf do you have too many sunglasses? When I have money, I will buy two sunglasses for 1,000 yuan, one for daytime and one for nighttime."

Security work was boring, but Zhang Beiyi and Lao San worked hard until a black car stopped in front of the venue, and a middle-aged man got out of the car.

Seeing the middle-aged man, Zhang Beiyi and the third child lowered their heads at the same time and looked away.

"Zhang Beiyi?" The middle-aged man's eyes were very sharp, and he recognized Zhang Beiyi and the third child immediately: "You two have not heard from each other after graduation, why did you come here to work as a security guard?"

"Mr. Jiang..." Even though Zhang Beiyi usually has a thick skin, he can't wait to find a crack in the ground to sneak in. He and the third child are the two students that Teacher Jiang is most optimistic about, and he has great expectations for them, but I didn't expect that the first meeting after graduation would be in this situation.

Perhaps because of his pride, Zhang Beiyi hesitated for a moment and said: "We took on a role as a grassroots security guard, so we want to experience it in person."

"Why are you lying to me? The actor still wants to lie to the director?" Teacher Jiang was a little disappointed, but also a little distressed: "You both have my phone number, call when you need it, understand?"

"Understood." Zhang Beiyi stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, trying to pass the test with cuteness.

After Mr. Jiang entered the venue, Zhang Beiyi's tense body relaxed. He is handsome and has excellent grades. He used to be arrogant, but now I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it seems to have become his mantra.

"Third brother, I don't really want to be a security guard... How about we commit a crime and go to prison? There is food and housing in the house, and if we meet acquaintances, no one will laugh at each other, let alone compare .” Zhang Bei touched the temporary work permit hanging around his neck, which seemed to be a dog tag given to him by life.

The venue closed, and the security work ended ahead of schedule. In order to prevent meeting Mr. Jiang again, Zhang Beiyi took his third child to hide far away.

The two of them received their daily checks, bought beer cruelly, and drank it with instant noodles and dreams.

"One toast to the boss, you can go at ease! Two toasts to ourselves, we must be very handsome when we refuse to admit defeat! Three toasts..."

"Don't drink too much, there will be a performance in a small theater tomorrow. Although there is not much to give, actors must face every performance seriously."

Cars come and go on the road, and two young people sit in a city that does not belong to them, dreaming dreams that only happen when they are drunk.

A few hours later, Zhang Beiyi, who had already returned to the rental house, was woken up by the alarm on his mobile phone. He glanced at his watch and got up immediately: "Third brother! Don't sleep! I suddenly remembered that the boss is gone. His role It's a vacancy, the two of us need someone to fill the two roles!"

"Come on, I've memorized the boss' lines."

After washing and tidying up their appearance, the two rode bicycles to a small theater far away.

Without taking a break, they hurriedly started to put on makeup, and then spoke nervously.

The third child needs to play the role of parrot and landlord, and he adds costumes to himself to look weird and ugly.

"It can only be like this now, but the works we created before may have to be rewritten, which is equivalent to overthrowing our own past." Comedy creation is very difficult, and the timing of the jokes needs to be perfectly coordinated to maximize. There are high requirements for tacit understanding and performance skills.

"When there is enough time, let's play it a few more times."

The hands of the clock on the wall moved around and around, but Zhang Beiyi still didn't receive the notification. He lay on the window and looked out. Some audience members had already walked out of the theater.

"The show ended early?" Zhang Bei opened the door of the dressing room and rushed out. He found the staff of the theater and said, "Hello, why are so many audiences gone? There is still a show behind!"

"Today is the special show of Xixiao Club. The next three shows of yours are all to fill in the time." The staff was also very straightforward and told the truth.

"Even if it's just to fill in the time, we will act!" Zhang Beiyi said firmly.

"The key is that the audience of the Xixiao Club is too enthusiastic, and they strongly request the Xixiao Club to perform for a while, and with some interactions in between, they have already taken up your time." The staff spread their hands: "Your appearance fee needs to be paid. Ask the boss for it, I don’t know anything else.”

"Are you kidding me! Didn't we all agree!" Zhang Bei's voice became louder. At this moment, a door next to him opened, and the theater owner came out.

After a dry cough, the boss took out two envelopes containing money: "You know that the team has substitutes, right? You are the substitutes, and they are also very important and indispensable."

"But now it's our turn to perform. Our makeup is done!" Zhang Beiyi didn't pick up the envelope.

"Then let me tell you clearly, the audience are all here to watch the performance of Xixiao Club, and no one is interested in you at all." The boss stuffed two envelopes into Zhang Beiyi's hand: "Although the role of Fei is more than usual. It’s less than half, but you didn’t act, so hurry up and take the money and leave.”

"Our new work has been polished for a long time..."

"What's the use of saying a thousand words and ten thousand? No one is watching you!" The boss was also a little annoyed: "If there are people outside the audience who call you to watch your performance, then I will let you perform. If there is no one, you take your money and get out!"

The two sides came to a stalemate, and after a few minutes, another staff member came over: "Boss, some audience asked us if there was another actor named Zhang Beiyi who didn't come on stage? They are still waiting in the auditorium." .”

Hearing the staff's words, Zhang Beiyi was overjoyed, and pushed the envelope back directly: "Did you see that! I, Zhang Beiyi, still have a bit of a fan base! You, a big boss, can't take your word for it!"

"It's true that the sun came out from the west, and there are people who came to watch your performance?" The boss put away the envelope and signaled the staff to set up the venue.

Zhang Beiyi happily ran back to the dressing room: "Third brother, get ready to go on stage!"

Knowing that there are fans who came to see him, Zhang Beiyi was very excited, he walked vigorously, chanting lines, and walked onto the stage with the third child!

Everything was ready, the two of them finished their positions, the stage curtain was slowly opened, and the lights shone on the two actors.

Zhang Beiyi was excited to read the first line, but when he opened his mouth, he suddenly couldn't make a sound.

There were only two spectators sitting in the entire auditorium. Most of the people who liked funny theater were young people, but these two spectators had mixed black and white hair and obvious wrinkles at the corners of their eyes. They were plainly dressed, but they bought the most expensive one in the first row Tickets, because this is the closest to the stage.

"Dad, Mom?"

In the empty auditorium, only Zhang Beiyi's parents were sitting.

Zhang Beiyi, who had always been strong and optimistic, seemed to be unable to overcome any difficulties, suddenly felt extremely wronged, his nose was sore, and when he realized it, tears began to flow down uncontrollably.

Unable to say any complete lines, Zhang Beiyi suddenly burst into tears. He was very difficult, and he was also very unwilling. He obviously worked so hard to live, how did it end up like this?

He didn't cry when the boss left~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ He didn't cry when his dignity was trampled on, and he didn't cry when his mentor saw him looking down, but those squeezed emotions all burst out at this moment.

"Xiao Bei, what's wrong with you? My father and mother are here, my son is doing so well!" Zhang Beiyi's parents walked to the side of the stage and hugged him distressedly: "It's okay, I'm tired Just go home and rest first, we are so good, we can do anything."

Zhang Beiyi's father and mother took him off the stage. The couple comforted Zhang Beiyi and walked out of the theater with him.

The lights shone on the center of the stage, and only Lao San was left on the huge stage and auditorium.

He has experienced everything with the boss and Zhang Beiyi, but he has nothing.

After waiting for a long time, Zhang Beiyi still did not come back. The third child walked to the middle of the stage step by step. He was illuminated by the stage lights and spoke slowly.

"My name is Han Fei. I graduated from Xinhu Film and Television University. What I bring to you is a sitcom - Reasons to Live. This work is adapted from my personal experience."