My Iyashikei Game

Enter the paradise of life, go through the labyrinth of memory, experience countless human choices, and finally come to the hotel in the depths of despair.

Every passenger who visits late at night has his own identity and represents something, and they will choose the one who can live in the rules set by the black box.

"Everyone has the right and benefit 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 with the mask. "If we don't choose what will happen, we don't need to care about a murderer, of course, if he is just a murderer." The woman didn't want everyone to be led away by the murderer, but she kept silent. The innkeeper spoke up at this time.

"At least one point, the murderer is right, the black fog has become thicker and thicker, and the tide it forms 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. People are about the same."

"Death?" There are two options in front of everyone, either die completely, or do as the murderer said.

The clock on the wall ticked, and every time the minute hand moved, the atmosphere in the room became more oppressive.

"Why don't we try the text message left by the murderer? The murderer's mental state is very unstable. Maybe all this is his fantasy." The magician sat on the sofa and played with the people on his body. Even, he didn't look up at anyone, as if he was talking to the puppets.

no. "The policeman refused decisively. He stared at the magician: "Everyone should calm down. There is a playing card left in the sleeve of the deceased. The magician is very suspected of committing the crime."

Big!"

"I'm a paradise magician, not a clown. A clown playing card can't prove anything." He raised his head for the first time, but instead of looking at the police officer, he got up and walked towards the dumb girl in the corner . When the child saw someone coming, he became even more frightened, helpless and pitiful, like an abandoned kitten.

I am a very enthusiastic person, and I like to get along with children very much. The magic I originally designed was simply to make children happy. "He squatted in front of the girl, took off a puppet hanging from his body, and put it in the girl's arms.

'Can you tell me your name? I'll write your name later so 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.

About ten seconds later, the girl reached out and drew a small flower on the muddy wall. "Are you begging flowers?

The girl nodded mechanically, the fear in her eyes was much less, replaced by confusion.

"Okay, I know." The magician touched the girl's head: "The child is hope and the future. If only one of us can leave alive, I think that person should be you."

No matter how others choose, the magician seems to have negotiated with the girl, and after doing this, he returns to his original position.

The middle-aged screenwriter openly provoked the authority of the police officer, and the magician ignored the police officer's suggestion.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and when the clock on the wall pointed to twenty-three fifty-five, everyone heard the sound of rain dripping. The black rain is getting bigger and bigger, as if it is going to destroy this building that has buried countless sins.

The bean-sized raindrops hit the outer wall of the hotel, and everyone looked out the window. The black fog and the black rain were continuous together, and the whole world was constantly collapsing, pressing towards them.

"Are you sure you're not going to do what the killer said? Do you want everyone to be together?

The magician didn't 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 "flower" 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 to survive.

The puppet fell into the black box and disappeared silently, and the other passengers in the room looked at the magician in surprise.

Giving others a way of life is the only bargaining chip in everyone's hands to ensure their own survival, but the magician used it without hesitation. He seemed to really hope that the child could live to the end as he said.

After he made his choice, the girl in the corner stood up staggeringly, lowered her head, and put a piece of paper into the black box.

"The child should not have voted voluntarily. We don't know the magician's real name, but the girl threw the prepared card directly. I suspect that the magician hypnotized the child and made her do something against her will. "Laughing wildly and squinting his eyes, he is extremely confident and calm, it seems that he really just came to play the game, and when the game is over, he will 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 valid." The magician pointed to his brain: "You can vote if you don't believe it, when you write the other party's name on the one. When the paper of the person is thrown into the black box, there will be a special feeling, as if the soul of that person has been thrown into the abyss."

'You know a lot. "The police officer's words became less, and the feeling became more dangerous. "The person we choose will get a new life, why does it feel like throwing the other party into the abyss?" The middle-aged screenwriter was a little puzzled, and he took it out of his pocket Pen and paper, quickly wrote down 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 trance, and he looked back and laughed wildly.

Someone raised a head, everyone

They all started voting, apparently ignoring the police officer's previous warning.

After the screenwriter voted, Manic Laughter also walked to the dining table, where he wrote down a name and threw it into the black box.

"Hey." The innkeeper sighed softly. He and the inn clerk stepped forward and wrote each other's names.

"You'll regret it." Seeing that everyone voted, the policeman couldn't sit still, and walked directly to the middle-aged woman. It seemed that he wanted to convince each other, and the two voted for each other's names.

But contrary to the police officer's expectations, the middle-aged woman shook her head and refused. She wrapped the name she just wrote 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 in the black box.

Everyone started voting, and in the end only the police and fugitives remained.

"Write! I want to watch you write my name!" The police officer representing justice was also the first to use the threat of violence. Compared with him, the fugitive seemed more like a real police officer.

One punch after another hit the fugitive, and the police officer poked his finger into the fugitive's severed arm wound. Under constant torture, the fugitive was forced by the police to write down the police officer's name.

"Don't get me wrong. Violence is not the only way to solve the problem, but it depends on the situation." Provide a way of life.

Everyone voted, but nothing changed in the house. Just when everyone thought they had been deceived by the murderer, the bell rang at midnight.

The hour and minute hands overlapped, and a strange sound rang in the room, and everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Li Guo'er, who was carried into the hotel by the mad laughter, had a large amount of black mist escaping from under her skin. Her blood vessels seemed to burst open, her snow-white skin turned black and red, and her petite body was quickly enveloped by the black mist.

Then all the black fog rushed towards the black box, and when the black fog 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, and the guests in the hotel should be all consciousness and soul, and 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 could not reveal any flaws. Only by living to the end would he have the chance to make real changes.

The black rain outside the house beat the window like a wave, and the ten people in the house quietly stared at the sofa Li Guoer was lying on just now, and they disappeared one by one.

It turned out that the murderer did not lie, and the person with the least votes in the hotel would really die. "The magician walked to the sofa and touched the surface of the sofa lightly. No one could tell that a person was lying on the upper floor a minute ago.

After witnessing the whole process of Li Guoer's integration into the black mist, the originally 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 do anything in the first round. He may be worried about exposing himself." The tone of the police officer's speech also changed. If he and the fugitive didn't write each other's names in the last stage, he would have become a relationship with Li Guo. It's the same.

Everyone else in the house seems to have their own partners, only the police officer is bound to the mortal enemy fugitive; together, they have no trust in each other at all, and it is too risky to hand over their lives to each other.

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 collide with the hotel again.

The old hotel couldn't stand the shock at all. It was like a wrecked ship in a storm that could sink at any moment.

"Boom!

The window of a room on the second floor was blown open, and a large amount of black rain fell into the house.

"I'm going to close the window.

Just as the waiter was about to turn around, the screenwriter shouted at him: "You better not leave our sight casually."

The magician also stared at the waiter with a smile: "Have you not found out, if we don't select the dead for a long time, the disaster will swallow us all. The murderer is urging us to select the last survivor as soon as possible."

He stroked the doll on his body and walked towards the dumb girl again: "It's really cruel, so many of us have to fight with a child for the only way to survive.

"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 using the child. If you looked closely, you could see that the little girl's eyes were completely different from before. Numbness, dazed, as if gradually losing self.

"How can it be said to be deceived? I am the only one protecting her among so many people." The magician walked towards the little girl again, and the others did not stop her. They didn't seem to mind that the magician used the little girl as his "insurance". Maybe It's because the girl is too weak, the adults can easily control the child, and if they can't control it, they can kill her, so that everyone loses this stable source of votes.

Because anyone can easily kill her, that's why she can live.

"Wait, I also suspect that you are coercing that girl." The police officer said suddenly, 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 need to touch her, you can let her choose." The magician shrugged indifferently, and then he wrote the word "flower" on a piece of paper, thinking about the little girl, and threw the paper away into the black box. The second round of voting began again, and unlike the last one, the officers were visibly disturbed. When judging a person's choice, black-box judgment seems to be based not on whose name the other party wrote, but on who the other party was thinking at the moment of voting.

magician

It was as if he deliberately wanted to tell everyone this, so he just wrote a random word to vote for two consecutive rounds.

There are countless votes on paper, and the deepest thoughts in the heart are the most real.

It's your turn.

The black mist slammed into the hotel frantically, and the whole building creaked, but the magician seemed to enjoy the atmosphere.

The police officer looked at the magician with gloomy eyes. He knew that forcing the fugitive to write his name might not be useful. The fugitive could turn back at the last moment, thinking of other passengers. This kind of spiritual vote cannot be changed by violence at all, and it truly corresponds to the message on the note - all personalities and souls are equal.

Everyone has their own partners and successfully passed the previous round, but this round is not necessarily the same.

The policeman lowered his head slightly. He was hiding the killing intent in his eyes. If he couldn't get the votes of others safely, how could he not be the one with the fewest votes?

There is only one answer, and that is to kill all the contenders before voting is done.

"We have ten people, and we can vote for each other to the end, but if someone has an accident, the one who didn't vote for him is the murderer and is destined to be isolated and become the next dead person, so there is no need to worry about it for the time being." It seems to be deliberately saying this, trying to stabilize the mood of the police officer: "We can go to the hotel and investigate the real purpose of the murderer while voting is over, and maybe we can find other ways to survive."

‘Makes sense. Manic laughter and the middle-aged screenwriter voted, followed by the hotel owner and waiter. Han Fei and his wife, who recognized each other in the last round, also voted for each other.

There were only the police officers and the fugitives left in the hall. When they were tangled, they suddenly said with laughter: "Vote for the screenwriter, he voted for me, I voted for you, you voted for him, all three of us. won't die."

If the policeman believes in laughing, the fugitive will die. If the policeman laughs and lies, both the fugitive and the policeman will die.

The originally simple situation became complicated because of the maniacal laughter.

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