My Iyashikei Game Chapter 212: His acting skills are like a sharp knife
The dim light reflects the faces of people, and the ticking sound in the clock represents the elapsed time.
When the hands crossed again, everything seemed to be back many years ago, and all the people who died, with memories and pain, restarted this doomed journey.
"Every butterfly is the ghost of a previous flower, come back to find itself."
The reader closed the book in her hand, she leaned on the sofa and looked at the people next to her weakly.
She rarely attends such gatherings, and she will come this time because her favorite writer invited her.
His gaze swept back to the writer sitting in the corner, and the man was still as quiet and silent as usual.
"I have no way to understand, just because of a letter, we are coming to this broken place?" The student folded his hands in front of his knees, and took off his earphones: "Is there any ghost in the world, I am not interested, you guys If you want to prove it, stay here to prove it yourself."
"There are no ghosts in the world, there are only people who pretend to be ghosts." The mob stood at the door, with his broad and strong back leaning against the door: "No one is allowed to leave this building until that person is caught."
"The person it wants to kill is me, why are you panic?" The doctor pinched out the cigarette, his eyes were sullen and unhappy: "I don't know if there are ghosts in the world, if there are none in this world As for the ghost, the one who wants to kill me should be in the house, among the eight of you."
"But why did it kill you?" Uncle Li didn't look up, looking at the medicine bottle in his hand: "Did you do something with us behind?"
"I just want to cure you all." The doctor stared at Uncle Li, as if trying to determine if the murderer was him.
"Everyone, please don't run around recently. The building is really unsafe." The teacher's voice was gentle, but there was also a trace of anxiety and deep fear in the gentleness: "I've inquired, in the building Neighbors said it was not clean, and many people died unclearly. People from other places also like to go here to commit suicide. It feels like this building is like a black hole that constantly attracts the dead."
She tried her best to persuade everyone not to run around. She likes everyone to stay in a safe room away from danger: "The deaths of those people should not be simply accidents. There are many special stories circulating in this building. Scary stories, like monsters with pig faces, smells in the corridors that can’t be washed away by any detergent, suicides with broken bodies and walking upstairs, etc. In short, no matter if there are any in this world. Ghost, we must be more careful."
"We are not the only living people in this building, aren't the other residents living well?" The student walked to the door, but the mob was unwilling to let go. The student was not afraid of ghosts, but was a little afraid of mob.
As for the question of whether there are ghosts in the world, the answers of several people in the room are different. None of them can convince each other. After arguing for a long time, the doctor suddenly looked at the author who said nothing.
"Writer, you are the first person who saw the letter, and the person who accepted the invitation is also you. Do you think the person who wrote you is a ghost? Or a person?"
The doctor is a very smart person, and every word of his seems to have a special meaning hidden.
Although it was not clear, everyone present heard something from the doctor's words, and the doctor seemed to be suspicious of the author.
The lights in the house flickered a few times because of unstable voltage.
Everyone looked at the writer sitting in the corner. Compared with the others in the room, he had a unique temperament that could not be described in words.
It's as if there is a rope of reason and madness hanging from his neck. This rope is hanging from the heaven and is slowly tightening. It is about to hang him, but it also brings him closer and closer to the answer. .
Raising his head, the author glanced at the doctor, his gaze made the doctor feel evasive.
"If I were to kill you, it should be the eight of us surrounding a corpse, discussing why you committed suicide."
There is no redundant description, but it is full of persuasiveness, and it seems that there is no reason to refute it.
"I accepted the invitation just to finish my book. This place is very suitable for the ending of my story."
The lights in the room began to flash again. When the writer spoke, footsteps faintly came from the corridor outside the door, and a faint fishy smell poured in from the crack of the door. It seemed that all anomalies were only when the writer spoke. Will appear.
The doctor stared at the author for a long time. His facial expression changed several times before finally returning to normal.
As if nothing happened just now, he changed the topic: "My experience is a reminder for everyone. The murderer used all kinds of terrible rumors to kill people. After you leave here, he will be quiet. Stay in your own room and don’t go out anyway before dawn..."
The doctor heard a strange sound from the door of the living room before he finished speaking. It seemed that someone was scratching the door with his fingernails. When approaching everyone, he heard the wind bell. The strange sound seemed to come from Room 401.
As the wind bell rang, a pungent smell came out from all corners of the room. No one knew what the smell was coming from, as if the room itself was a corpse.
The students began to retching, the teacher and the reader frowned, and Ameng covered his mouth and nose. Only the doctor, the writer and Uncle Li looked as usual in the room.
The discussion about the ghost and the murderer was inconclusive. The physical discomfort slowly became obvious. The students looked around to find out the source of the odor. A Meng put down the pen in his hand, his face flushed.
When finally unable to bear the strong smell, the student pushed away the body of the mob: "Do what you want to do by yourself, don't get involved with me, I'm back to the room."
The student grabbed the doorknob, and when he was about to open the door, his other hand pressed on the door panel.
Looking along that arm in a puzzled way, the student saw the writer walking by the door for some unknown time.
He was about to push the writer away, but he stopped when his hand was about to touch the writer's shoulder, and he saw the writer's face.
In the depths of the calm eyes, there is a world completely derailed from reality. Hearing hallucinations, hallucinations, and delusions are the most destructive positive symptoms of schizophrenia. The writer has become accustomed to it. For him, the boundary of reality is already Very vague.
"If you go out, you may die"
Looking at the living people in the room in front of him silently, the writer gently pressed his temples, and various noises came from his ears.
He is trying his best to control his behavior. He has worked very hard to suppress the screaming, hitting the wall, and tearing everything into the bottom of his heart, but every word of him still makes the whole room depressing, he It seems that his emotions can infect all the vice-personality.
The writer stretched out his palm to the student, and the writer, who was in an extremely contradictory spirit, clearly wanted to catch the student and prevent him from leaving.
But the reality is different from the script. The students subconsciously avoided the writer's hand, pushed the door and ran out!
This is almost all the instinctive reaction of the body when encountering danger. The student has forgotten what he should say later, he just doesn't want to be caught by the writer in front of him.
"Come back!"
When the door was opened, the odor in the room dissipated a lot, and the suppressed atmosphere also weakened. Several of the actors looked at Han Fei and even breathed a sigh of relief.
The writer played by Han Fei is just a supporting role, but he really seems to be a master character. His emotions can infect everyone in the room. His terrible field control ability makes Bai Xian who plays a doctor. Secretly startled: "The young people nowadays have great acting skills."
"It's more than good." Li Huaiming, whose expression was not affected in any way, whether it was smelling the stench or experiencing other things, took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket, poured two tablets and swallowed: "He His acting skills are like an edged knife, very sharp, able to break through some appearances and directly pierce the hearts of the audience. He can let his emotions infect everyone, and he can move freely, but I am worried that he will be caught in the scene. His role affects himself, after all, the role he plays is relatively dangerous."
The two old drama bones both recognized Han Fei, and everyone also knew each other. Just when they were about to chat with Han Fei, a scream suddenly came out in the corridor.
What hadn't happened in this script completely dragged all the actors back to reality, and several people all ran out of Room 404.
They saw the child who played the student fell on the stairs, and the corpses of many birds were thrown on the steps leading to the third floor. Some of those corpses had been dead for a long time, and the feathers and blood stains were all solidified together. .
"What's the matter?" Hearing the screams~IndoMTL.com~The door on the third floor was opened. Director Zhang and the staff ran over. They also saw the bird corpse on the stairs: "Who is doing this? What? Props! What about props!"
"Director Zhang, we didn't do it!" The staff in charge of the props hurriedly ran over: "Didn't you say let us all leave the fourth floor and give the actors a time to run in alone?"
"Didn't you do it?" Director Zhang asked people to quickly clean up the bird carcass, and then ran to the fourth floor: "Everyone is okay."
"It's okay." Several actors were also a little confused: "You haven't come to the fourth floor?"
"That's right! We have been watching you through the broadcaster on the third floor. Your acting is great."
"What's the matter with the sudden smell and the sound of scratching the door?" Bai Xian was taken aback for a moment, he thought it was arranged by the director.
"Smell?" Director Zhang sniffed, there was no peculiar smell in the corridor, but he did not refute Bai Xian: "It is estimated that other neighbors in the building are doing ghosts. We have already given a lot of money, but there is another A small number of people don’t want us to come here to film."