The miserable life of Arknights

"Prop master, what are you doing?!! The voice of the announcer echoed through the spacious room.

"Your robot, pull away."

"Just send me my losses." Unlike the wild voice of the reporter, the prop master's voice is quite soft and delicate.

After the prop master's order, the robots no longer moved, but retreated in an orderly manner, retreating at the wall not far from Tianshuo, and a huge door appeared.

Enough to pass through the doors of these huge machines.

"I said, just let me go with the big lock." Tianshuo flicked his arm.

"What's your name?" Forget it, it doesn't matter, anyway..." "

You don't want your dolls to be destroyed by me, do you?" Tianshuo took out the ice ring from his pocket and retied his dried hair.

"You!"

"What am I, you have the ability to come out of real people, let's fight and try?" Tianshuo ruffled a few strands of hair that were still attached to his collarbone.

Anyway, it was the god of wine who brought him in, and Tianshuo just happened to have a breath to come out.

If you can't catch the god of wine, it should be no problem to catch a person who has done a lot of evil, right?

The doll did not continue forward, and the reporter knew that it would have no effect, and he needed more and more powerful dolls, but the dolls were not in the room.

The dolls lost their strength support in an instant, and all the dolls went limp, and fell into the room.

After a long time, there was no more movement, and Tianshuo took a long breath and sat down next to the big lock, leaning on the soft cotton of the other party.

......

"Thank you... You. "

......

Tianshuo waved his hand, he did not save the big lock, and the person who controlled the big lock was still the reporter.

Tianshuo couldn't even kill the most basic big lock.

"I can't save you, I can only keep you from being tortured by that person for the time being."

......

“...... It's okay, this... Here you go. "

......

From the unstitched crack floated a blank sheet of paper.

Tianshuo picked it up from the ground, and this was already the second blank piece of paper he had got.

"What is it?"

A very ordinary piece of paper, which can be bought everywhere on the street.

......

“...... I didn't write a suicide note. "

......

Blank suicide note?

Tianshuo was lying on the big lock with a blank suicide note.

He didn't know what to do next, where the robots went out just now, the door had been closed, and Tianshuo didn't know if it could be opened.

He also doesn't want to go out now, in this space where time and space are chaotic, he is also tired, he needs to rest, he needs to... Take a light nap.

......

"Thank you..."

There was nothing for the big lock to repay Tianshuo, but at the moment, he could still use his unfinished soft cotton to give the person who rescued him a good rest.

A man (playwright) with a blue quill appears next to Tianshuo and puts down a pair of scissors.

"This scissors has been used for so long that there is no way to cut anything tangible, long enough to cut many invisible bondage pieces."

The playwright said in his mouth, Tianshuo, who should have been particularly sensitive, showed no signs of waking up at the moment, and it seemed that the two were not at the same time.

But the scissors actually appeared beside Tianshuo.

"I can't rewrite too many endings and plots... But you can do it, try to bring the newsmaker's burlesque comedy to an end. "

Saying that the playwright looked at the big lock" ... Failed works. Then

disappeared into the room.

......

"Ha~" Tianshuo woke up from his sleep, and a good sleep made him feel energetic now, in large part because... The big lock this "bed" is indeed comfortable.

"This is..." Tianshuo, who woke up, immediately found the scissors,

"Scissors?" Tianshuo held the scissors in his hand, and he couldn't fully understand the information feedback from the spatial unfolding.

A pair of scissors whose material is completely incomprehensible.

“...... Forget it, maybe it's something left over after overlapping with which space. Tianshuo took the scissors in his hand and got up from the big lock.

......

"Are you leaving?"

......

Tianshuo did not reply, and if the reporter did not appear, then he would not be able to kill the real reporter to free himself from the big lock.

"Are you crying?" Tianshuo turned his head to look at the doll behind him, and he heard the crying.

......

“...... Not... No. "

......

Tianshuo lowered his head and patted the soft doll palm of Da Suo with his hand: "Don't worry, I will go out to find the person who manipulated you, and I will free you." "

......

"Well..."

Tianshuo waved his hand with his back to the big lock and walked towards the huge door.

"What do you want?"

A voice came from the other side of the door.

"I'm going out." Tianshuo raised his right arm, and the white wave cyclone rotated wildly in his arm, and a punch pierced through the huge door.

When Tianshuo woke up, he had already discovered that the door was just a decoration, and his space could even be revealed out.

The right hand penetrated the door to untie the lock from the outside, which was not difficult for Tianshuo.

There was still a hallway outside the room, and the door that left the room disappeared again, everything was the same as before.

Apart from...... Endless dolls appear ahead waiting for him.

"You're finally here again." The voice of the announcer sounded again.

The light shines down from the ceiling towards the sky.

After that, he searched for the troupe and never saw Tianshuo again, and during this period, newcomers entered the troupe one after another.

After being flooded, Clay Brathon (a place in Victoria and where the troupe is currently located) has seen more displaced people, and more people have joined the troupe in order to survive or really enjoy theater.

One by one, huge dolls came towards Tianshuo from both sides of the corridor.

"Can this scissor be useful for dolls?" Tianshuo had scraped a few times with the blood blade before, leaving only a few scratches to prove that the hardness of the scissors was very high.

If memory serves, the abandoned doll was connected by wire when he first entered the newsman's room.

"Try..." Tianshuo held the scissors, although he was a little unused to it, but it was okay, he was energetic, he only needed to dodge the attack fast enough and then use the interval to counterattack.

At the moment when Tianshuo picked up the scissors to attack, the thread of the control doll emerged, and the information fed back by the space made Tianshuo cut the moment the wire appeared.

The huge doll, like a kite with a broken wire, fell to the ground, collapsed on the ground and no longer had any action.

"This scissors? This...... This...... Dramatist!! What the hell are you doing again? Right? It turns out that this is the actor you trained. When

the reporter complained, Tianshuo had already cut the threads of the five dolls, making the newsman completely lose control of it.

It seems that this person does not have a good relationship with the playwright....

Tianshuo sighed in his heart, actually using "again", it seems that this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened.