"Stand on tiptoe, pick up the puppet, keep your eyes open, watch the circus open, listen to the noise, watch the clown throw throwing knives, watch the monkey jump over the ring of fire, and at the end, the clown fails, and the end - the real clown show, start, hee-hee-hee-hee......"

You know? None of the girls, boys, boys, and girls who have been admitted to a psychiatric hospital are normal, and none of them are unproductive.

The boy walks down the sidewalk with a childish teddy bear puppet in his arms, watching the lights of the cars flashing and listening to the noisy sounds, a little strange, but - he is a genius, he will quickly get into the "state".

“His pocket was bulging with sweets.” What it means: his pockets are full of sweets.

"I'm here, I haven't found anyone, I'm so disappointed......"

The mutilated limbs, the painful expressions of the dead, the smell of gagging blood all surround the "playmaker", who holds a knife, and everywhere she goes, the number of enemies decreases, and in the moonlight, her shadow is like a devil who spreads his wings and hunts all prey. Until—

"It's really pitiful to be dead."

Under the bamboo forest, Gu Ruyan's expression was like those killed by her, hideous and terrifying.

"There is a hidden rule in this game, the 'liar' has said it, why can you be smarter?" The "actor" walked up, blindfolded her, and then stood next to her, and said very seriously: "In this game, you don't have to be bound by the law, you just need to make yourself happy, let yourself get venting, and don't worry about anything else...... However, when it comes to venting, people become extremely sincere, because - your oppression, your abuse, you embarrass others, make others jealous, others will remember it little by little, remember it in their hearts, and then find an opportunity to vent it all. And the hidden rule of this game is - let the living be sincere, let the dead remember, the faster you die, then the more sincere and normal the living are. ”

"Rustle—"

Perhaps, these words and these actions of venting sound frenzied, but when everyone vents, this is normal.

"La-la-la, huh? Miss Luo Shuangshuang, it seems that you have solved it! I don't have to do it. ”

The little boy with the windmill ran as if it were air from outside, and he did not stop to look at it, but continued to run forward, to make the windmill spin, and then to keep running, humming an out-of-tune tune from time to time.

"Well, where did you go?" There was a hint of tiredness on his blood-stained face, Luo Shuangshuang wiped it with his sleeve, and said a little powerlessly.

"On the stage, Nuno saw a young girl and a woman performing." The little boy replied sincerely, noticed the bloodshot in Luo Shuangshuang's eyes, and said, "Miss Luo Shuangshuang, have you been very tired lately, look at you, your makeup is spent, and your eyes are bloodshot." ”

"Hmm...... What did you just say?! "I've been really tired lately, I came halfway through the filming, and a lot of paparazzi knew the news that she was filming halfway, and they were all very excited, and they couldn't wait to find some "material" from her to make a big news! But just when I heard the boy's words, I instantly sobered up a lot.

"A young girl and a woman are performing."

"Where?!" Luo Shuangshuang asked sternly.

The boy pointed to the position behind him and said, "Sister, there is a faint smell of medicine on that woman's body, and I suspect that she ...... Uh, I ran away before I finished speaking, eh! ”

The boy muttered that all of them were acute, and then he screamed.

"Wow!! I stepped on the arm! Wow wow wow wow - this woman was amputated by Luo Shuangshuang's sister!! ”

On the ground, the limbs were bloody, and there was a strong smell of blood, but the boy could not smell it, because he had no "sense of smell".

On the other side –

"I said, are you full and have nothing to do? Or do you feel tired of life and want to be free? ”

The "sarcaster" sitting next to the pile of corpses squinted at the young man who only had one breath left in front of him, and there was no emotion in his tone.

"Don't you think you look like clowns?" The boy lay on the ground and said slowly.

"Huh!?" You guys'? "You mean, you're not? Do you think you're noble? ”

"The sarcast" said sarcastically, slowly walking into the boy, and then grabbed his hair fiercely and said word by word: "Can you imagine? seems to be an honor student with good grades, good sports, and good character, how did he lead some people to block a girl in the toilet and let those girls bully her helpless? They grabbed her hair, tore her school uniform, and deliberately took pictures of the girl's upper body* to threaten her, embarrassing her, and ruining her chances of getting into her dream university with honors. We're clowns, so what are you? ”

The "sarcastic" picked up the silencer gun, put it against the young man's forehead, and said: "Saying this to the dead can be regarded as venting, besides, I don't know who you are, what kind of hatred you have with us, since you are tired of living, then, die." ”

"Bang-"

"To be a little merciful to others is to be cruel to yourself, you have been watching for so long, come and bury the body with me, even if others see it, I have made up a reason." The "sarcaster" loosened the dead boy's hair and said to the boy hidden behind the bamboo forest, and the boy walked out slowly, and he nodded at the scene, never saying a word.

Eventually, time passed minute by minute, and all the members were recovered, but they were more afraid than ever of the people who had captured them, because they had witnessed how the "prompters" and others treated those who did not know whether they were alive or dead, and who resisted.

Inside the Lodge –

"Everyone, I'm sorry, most of the uninvited guests have left, a small part of it has been resolved, in order to appease everyone's feelings, tonight, werewolves are forbidden to travel, and tomorrow it will return to normal." The woman finished speaking in a gentle tone, and then went out without any delay.

Inside the villa, there was silence.

Some people say "I'm sorry" to themselves, and cry while talking; Some of them were still trembling, and their clothes were covered with the blood of dead men, and I was afraid that a small fright would make him reveal his original fear; Some looked around indifferently and returned to the room, while others gloated, the corners of their mouths raised slightly, and it seemed that tomorrow would be another disaster.

In the dark room, pinhole cameras are everywhere, and the "playmaker" and others are sitting in chairs, all looking at the woman in costume and humming a tune

"Tell me, what is your purpose?" Bai Donghan asked.