Witch, Open Your Eyes

Fang Daichuan's brain was blank.

Ding Zihui's scream almost pierced his eardrums, and the stench was in his nose, which couldn't be wiped off. Everyone stood up subconsciously, and the stool legs scratched on the floor. The sound was reminiscent of when the teacher accidentally scratched the blackboard with his nails when writing.

Only Fang Daichuan sat there.

This is not a special effect. Old Chen's head is not a prop carefully prepared by the props team, and this smelly smell is not specially prepared artificial plasma. All of this is real.

Old Chen is really dead.

Dead in front of my eyes, blood splattered my face.

Fang Daichuan could not feel his breathing, nor could he hear all the hustle and bustle of the outside world. He sat opposite the dead and saw the blood flowing over the table, soaking all the playing cards. The ghost card was pressed underneath by his half-broken head, and the clown's bright red face seemed to have a weird smile.

This is not the reality show of Dragon Fruit Terrace. Fang Daichuan realized afterwards that this is a real death game, and those people were holding real guns.

"Stop playing!" A man pushed away his chair and ran out of the house. He stumbled on something on the road and stumbled. "This is **** fate! I don't want to play anymore, I don't give you any money. Stop playing!!!"

He yelled and ran to the door waving his hands.

boom--

With another shot, his footsteps stopped. Fang Daichuan saw a large **** flower bursting out of his back, his body still leaped forward because of inertia, and slammed heavily on the heavy metal door.

He fell down and planted his head in the doorway, his fingers still twitching, and a small puddle of blood gradually seeped under his body.

Ding Zihui danced wildly with her hands on her chest and her eyes widened. She did not cry or scream this time.

The group of people who had reacted a lot earlier did not have the slightest overreaction this time. It was the teenage child who cried the hardest, and the crying stopped abruptly at this time, and he forgot to bury his face in his mother's arms. Everyone stared at the corpse by the door together.

There was no sound.

Fang Daichuan didn't remember how he walked to the corpse, he walked to the door with the guns of all the devils. It turned out that it’s like being pointed at a dozen gunpoints. Fang Daichuan thought, his scalp was numb, and the hairs all over his body were about to explode, as if his body was densely covered with rashes, and there were tiny bugs burrowing out under the skin. The current ran wildly, jumping up like crazy, or shaking his shoulders vigorously.

He swallowed his saliva, raised his hands, and explained: "I... don't leave, I just want to see him, I see if he... is dead."

The muzzle was still pinned to him, no one spoke, and no one dared to move. Not far away, Lao Chen's blood finally soaked the entire table, dripping from the edge of the table, making a popping sound every half a second, and then the blood drops became denser and denser, finally turning into a whole stream of blood. . Fang Daichuan's fingers touched the side of the deceased's neck lightly. The deceased's hands were still twitching, but the carotid artery had stopped moving. He turned his head, a cold sweat on his forehead smashed directly down the corner of his eye, and he shook his head at the others.

Everyone seemed to be turned on.

The child was the first to react. He curled his mouth, but did not dare to cry loudly, turned around and hugged his mother's legs, buried his head in his mother's waist, and bit the corner of her clothes.

The girl who gave all the lucky value to her lover fell directly to the ground, and the boyfriend on the side put her hand under her armpit, dragging her up.

"Welcome everyone to Werewolf Game," the man behind the loudspeaker said with a smile, "There is no way out, no chance, no regrets."

The voice processed by the voice changer was cold and malicious, like inorganic matter, like the pupils of a snake, or the pale bones of a dead person, Fang Daichuan shuddered severely.

That voice was quite embarrassing: "You are really, one more for a while, one less for a while. If you know someone will die, why should we play ghost hunting? I finally got 13 people together."

Fang Daichuan swallowed his saliva: "Who are you, and why are you killing them?!"

"Oh, don't you know? You haven't signed a contract?" The man stretched out his voice and smiled lowly, "It seems that we made a mistake. You are the real'ghost' who got into our Du Steward."

With a few clicks, the sound of bullets pushing into the barrel of the gun.

Fang Daichuan is no stranger to firearms. When he was young, his parents were busy and no one was in charge. He was often taken to the police station under the care of his uncle on duty or logistic paperwork. I've been to the training ground when I was bored and watched the training of uncles and aunts. He also sneaked up on real guns. The cold black metal feels like a first-class mechanical keyboard or a computer with a metal case. It is also cold and delicate. I don’t think it is terrible. Later, I ran into the entertainment industry by mistake. Because of my good kung fu, I often acted in anti-war scenes of shredded devils, touched model guns, let go of empty bullets, tied a blood bag on the chest, and was shot. Fell to the ground and died.

But this **** it doesn't mean that when you are shot in front of your forehead by a real gun, you will get used to the gun no longer panic. The back waist of Fang Daichuan's shirt was already wet.

"I didn't mean to come in," Fang Daichuan took a few deep breaths, his voice still trembled, and his throat was dry. He explained, "I'm going to participate in a reality show on the Dragon Fruit Terrace called'Werewolf Killing'. The filming location is in Qingdao. If you don’t believe me, you can search it online. At the moment, there are probably Reuters and warm-up notices. My plane was delayed, and the program team said that I would send a car to pick you up. I accidentally got on yours. Car. I didn't mean it!"

Fang Daichuan didn't know where he should look, the person who controlled his life and death was not at the scene at this time. He should be able to see me, Fang Daichuan thought, he raised his head to look for the camera, hoping to convey his sincere look to the people behind the scenes.

The electric voice sounded indifferently: "Did you deliberately come in? I don't care. Anyway, I don't have enough people. Since you are here, I have to continue playing. What is your name?"

Fang Daichuan couldn't describe his mood at that moment, as if a fallen mage who had dealt with the devil, once he handed over his name, he handed over his soul. However, the threat of death was close at hand, he swallowed, and said every word: "Fang Daichuan."

"Fang Daichuan, **** ho, I wish you luck."-as if it was a curse from hell.

"Little ghost, you don't understand our rules." Dianyin unexpectedly explained to the other Daichuan, "Our games are fair and voluntary, oh, except for you, the unfortunate poor creature. The'Werewolf Game' is real. In the game of death, everyone who came has signed the status of life and death. "The game has no rules. Once it starts, it can’t be stopped. People who live can win huge rewards. Death makes people have nothing." You look back and ask them if our contract is It’s written like this? Since you come to Dusitwald, you have to abide by the rules of the contract, and you want to win money and survive. How can it be so cheap?"

To Fang Daichuan's expectation, this behind-the-scenes boss explained well and well-founded, and did not sound like a schizophrenic lunatic. ——But who is right, antisocial personality with normal IQ has gone out these days.

The voice laughed again: "Is anyone else disagreeing?" His tone was kind, and somewhat polite and gentle, but Fang Daichuan only felt that this tone was far more scary than threats and curse.

Where would you dare to object? The one who disagrees is already at the door, and no one dares to speak.

"Great, let's start drawing cards. Sinian, send the card box to everyone." The voice of that person was expectant and excited, as if he was about to see the child fighting with ants, with some malicious innocence.

The mixed-race boy commanded people to put the card box on the table without expression.

There are a total of thirteen card boxes, exquisite workmanship, square cubes, wrapped in brown leather, and four corners wrapped in brass.

"Everyone picks a random character box. The 13 character boxes have the same appearance and weight. Each has a character card and game rules. There will be four extra bottles of wolf poison in the werewolf box. The witch is a poison and An antidote. The attack time of chamaejasme is half an hour, and the antidote is still saved within half an hour. If it is more than half an hour, that's only sorry. The witch's poison is onset immediately and there is no solution. I wish you all a good time. "

The girl named Yang Song hurried forward, picked up a box and shook it. There is no sound.

"Don't be busy," Fang Daichuan sighed. "Since he said that the weight is equal and the appearance is the same, it must be fixed with a foam in it. The injection and paper are fixed and stuck inside, so nothing can be shaken. of."

Yang Song didn't believe in evil, and shook all the boxes one by one. As Fang Daichuan said, no box made a different sound. She sighed, then pulled out a box and slumped on the chair: "There is no way, life and death... Let's live and die."

Compared with the other girls who were crying and crying, Yang Song was calm and sensible. She had signed the contract earlier. Compared with Fang Daichuan's head covering, she was somewhat psychologically prepared.

Everyone also reacted, rushing to grab the box, as if they were afraid that there would be only one bad hand left. Fang Daichuan looked around, but didn't move. Ding Zihui picked a box and asked him, "Why don't you pick it?"

Fang Daichuan sighed: "I'm lucky-E. Others give me the left, and there may be a good card left. I will definitely pick a civilian. I'm used to it."

The rest of the people have picked the box, but there is nothing to choose, just a random box. Fang Daichuan walked over, tangled in the remaining two boxes, and chose one with his eyes closed.

There was only the last box left on the table.

"There is one less person, what can we do?" The man smiled low, with indescribable malice in his voice, and he ordered, "Si Nian, or else, you stay and play with them?"

Damn it! Tiger poison does not eat seeds, and rabbits do not eat grass on the edge of the nest! Fang Daichuan turned his face to look at the mixed-race little brother, who also turned pale and stood motionless. Among these people in black, he was the only one who didn't hold a gun and didn't have big beards and muscles. He looked gentle and it was best to bully. The foreign devil next to him pulled his collar, tore off the earphones attached to his collar, and pointed the gun at his brow.

The voice-over continued with a smile: "Si Nian, the guests who accompany us, be good."

The little brother glanced at the other players. Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes. They were afraid, hated, and sympathetic. Sinian gave up resistance. He raised his head and stared at the dark muzzle on the center of his brow, bowed his head and sighed, stepped forward, shaking his fingers, and took the last box on the table.

"It's good, it's good," the mentally ill applauded and laughed. "It's not too early outside. You'd better find a safe place and look at your identity box. There will be unexpected surprises. Oh, right, you guys. In addition to the character card in the box, there is also an unmarked identity magnetic card. Remember to swipe the character card and bind your fingerprint. It will be of great use.... I forgot to remind you that there is a bite near this island. Submarine volcano, active volcano. After seven days, the island will be covered by water vapor, carbon dioxide, volcanic debris and lava from underwater explosions, and it will completely become an island of death. I will send a helicopter to pick it up. Those who take the winner, remember, God will only favor the wise, and only the winner will be taken away from my helicopter."

"My dear guests, once again welcome you to Dustewald. Now please leave the unrelated personnel quickly, and our werewolf game officially begins!"