Gu Qi saw the sea in the distance, saw the strangely shaped music experience museum, and saw the space needle.

This is Seattle.

The wind was so strong that his hair was about to be pulled out, and he was so unsteady that he could fall off at any moment.

The problem was that Gu Qi couldn't move, or rather, his will couldn't drive this body—no matter whose body it was.

He felt despair, sadness from the bottom of his heart, and there was an independent memory in his mind, that is, the memory of the owner of this body, which made him understand why this person was sad and desperate.

The child died in a car accident, and his wife didn't want to see his face anymore because he would remind her of their child, so she left him, and had a job with a small salary, the boss was a complete bastard, always made him work overtime, and his presence in the company was almost zero, out of a hundred people, only two people could say his full name, and more than eighty people knew his nickname "Loser".

However, even the job was lost, and he was replaced by a young girl, and there is no doubt that the boss just coveted her beauty.

What's the point of being alive?

Gu Qi was still shaking on the edge of the roof.

Suddenly, the wind stopped, and everything stood still, as if time had stopped, but Gu Qi's mind could still move.

"Want to make a bet?" A voice suddenly sounded next to him, speaking in English, which startled Gu Qi.

He saw the Grim Reaper, a man dressed in a black robe, armed with a long-handled scythe, and a skull beneath his cloak.

"What bet?" Gu Qi asked.

"You have a gun in your pocket, and if you can guess what he's going to do next, there are five possibilities: one, you jump from here; Second, you take out a gun and pull the trigger on your head; Three, you go back to the office, shoot when you see someone, and the last bullet is reserved for yourself; Four, you go back to the office and shoot. forgot to count the bullets and was shot dead by the police; Five, you figured it out, returned home with a gun, slipped in the shower at night, and died of cerebral edema. Death raised four fingers, the same white bones.

"What about the bets?" Gu Qi frowned, the ending was all death, but the speed was different, and he couldn't move. So doomed?

"There are no bets, you don't have to pay anything, and if you win, you can leave the illusion immediately; If you lose, let's move on to the next mini-game. "Death doesn't need to move his mouth when he speaks, the sound comes from the cranial cavity.

Gu Qi pondered for a while and asked, "The ending of the five choices is death, and I won't be able to wake up if I die in the illusion, right?" What other games are you playing? ”

It was the first time he had encountered such illusions, which had been based on reality before. Try to get as close to reality as possible, either kill people or make people lose themselves, and this illusion is not real at all. Because he couldn't move at all, and the Grim Reaper, who was supposed to be the owner of the illusion, took the initiative to say that this was the illusion, so that people could not feel a sense of substitution, and it was impossible to get lost at all.

Death shook his head slowly, "No." In my 'Black Friday', the owner of your body will do what he originally wanted and will not be affected by you. That's why you can't move, you just need to experience it, it's equivalent to watching a first-person movie, and the price of not being able to move is that death won't have any effect on you, it won't make you die, and you won't be in a coma, but you won't remember the things in the illusion when you wake up, and you can only remember it when you return to the illusion, so death doesn't matter, because I'm in charge of death. ”

"If I guessed, you're really going to let me out of the illusion?" Gu Qi didn't believe it.

"Since you can't move, then death is inevitable, don't you know if you die once? I don't want to play here with you all the time, and I'll die after a few days. Death shrugged helplessly.

"It makes sense, I chose four, and I was shot dead by the police." Gu Qi said without hesitation.

The words of the Grim Reaper make a lot of sense, since he can't move, and the character will definitely die, then he will die no matter what, of course, he will always try to struggle and resist, let the body do his bidding, or let himself influence the will of the body's owner.

"Why four?" The Grim Reaper asked curiously.

"I went back to the office and shot twice, which is more likely, the first time I killed someone, it was impossible to stay calm, and it was more likely that I forgot to count the bullets, so I chose four." Gu Qi said his analysis.

"Very well, let's see how this man ends." The Grim Reaper was on a scythe, and seemed a little excited.

"Together? How could you not know the ending? If you don't know, how can you list those options? Gu Qi immediately grasped this contradiction.

"I've seen too much death, it's easy to get confused, and the job of death is not easy to do." The Grim Reaper tapped his skull and said, "I said the options intuitively, and one of them must be the right one, you can rest assured that sometimes I deliberately forget these death scenarios, and it would be more interesting to experience them again, wouldn't it?" After all, no one likes to be spoiled. ”

With that, he snapped his fingers.

The world is running again.

Gu Qi's body moved on its own again, and he could only watch.

His hand reached into his pocket and touched the cold pistol, and the owner of his body retracted his hand as if he had been burned, and almost stumbled off the roof.

The smiles of his wife and children surfaced in his heart again, Gu Qi felt the tears of this person, the wind was blown as cold as ice, as if a knife was cutting his eyeballs, his throat was blocked by something, and when the air flow broke through the thing, it brought out a heart-rending scream.

He jumped out.

The eyes were blown by the strong wind and could not be opened, and the wind poured into the mouth, tearing the lips, and before hitting the ground, the whole person trembled, not because of fear, but because of the large amount of adrenaline, it was difficult to suppress, and even laughed.

In the end, it was dark in front of the eyes, without the slightest pain.

…………

When he opened his eyes again, Gu Qi saw that he was sitting on a comfortable sofa, with a wooden coffee table at his feet, and there was nothing on it, and then there was an old-fashioned 21-inch TV in front of him, and the screen was full of snowflakes.

He was fat, with a belly like a hill bag, as if drawn with a compass, and wore a dirty little vest, and his body hair was so vigorous that the skin on his arms could barely be seen.

There was a smoothbore gun on the couch.

This is a serial murderer, a neurotic man with a not very bright brain, no relatives and no friends, killing people just to satisfy his perverted psychology, what was just shown on the TV is his wanted notice, he knows that he can't escape, the FBI will break into his house soon, he doesn't want to be famous, so he decides to end his life.

Then, the snowflakes on the TV screen froze.

"Unfortunately, you guessed wrong." The Grim Reaper appears next to the coffee table.

Gu Qi nodded, sure enough, it would be okay to die in this illusion, and it was also understood that he was a soul that could enter someone else's body at will, and that person's death would not have any effect on him, and he would jump into another person's body.

"Let's get on with the game." Death leaned on his long-handled scythe and said, "You guessed wrong once, so there are only four options this time." ”

"I guessed four times wrong, and then I must be able to get out of the illusion?" Gu Qi became curious, what is the meaning of this illusion?

"Exactly." The Grim Reaper nodded and said, "One, you'll bite the muzzle of that gun and pull the trigger; Second, you think that the FBI may not be able to catch you, so you decide to run away, and as a result, the car is destroyed and people are killed; Three, you didn't have time to kill yourself, you shot at the FBI after they burst into the house, and you died in the crossfire; Fourth, you disarm and surrender, and are eventually killed by your cellmates. ”

"All of these things are real?" Gu Qi didn't make a choice immediately.

"Why do you ask this?" The Grim Reaper asked curiously.

"If it's a real event, I'll take the time to analyze the person's past behavior patterns to analyze his subsequent decisions, and if it's a fabricated story, I'll just close my eyes and guess." Gu Qi glanced at the smoothbore gun, this fat man had never used a gun to kill people.

"It's all real, it's what I know from the ghost face I absorbed, the ghost face has a lifetime of memories in it, and most of the suicides will remain in this world, the more people like that, the richer my illusion will be." Death patiently explained.

"So...... I'll pick one. Gu Qi immediately made a judgment.

"Why?" The Grim Reaper paused for a moment: "Didn't you say that you have to analyze it from past behavior patterns?" ”

"You've told me the answer, what else do I have to guess? Since it's a suicide, only the first one you give is a suicide, and the other three are not suicides, of course it's the first one, it seems that in this fantasy called 'Black Friday', all the people I possess are suicides, is there a need to choose in the future? Gu Qi looked at the god of death and said.

"Uh......" Death's body froze, the blade of the scythe turned half a circle, and almost hit his cheekbone: "You are really smart, no wonder you can escape Trunk's illusion, it seems that I have to increase the difficulty of the multiple-choice questions, you have to make some choices here, no way, this is the rule of the game." ”

"What if I don't choose?" Gu Qi didn't think he had to follow the rules of the game.

Death said in embarrassment: "If you don't make a choice, time won't pass, we can only freeze here, you can't control your body, there is nowhere to go, I can only stay here with you, you won't be so cruel, right?" ”

"Don't drag me into the illusion, can you? We're both doing well. Gu Qi couldn't understand the meaning of this illusion.

"No way, let me pull you into the illusion, I have to do it, work, there are always things we don't like but have to do." Death said, snapping his fingers again.

The fat man picked up the gun and shoved the muzzle into his mouth-

(To be continued......)

PS: Today is Friday the 13th, so let's have a fantasy to meet the situation......