The people in the maze don't seem to feel the transformation of space. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The hammer jumped into the air of its own accord, and everyone who entered the maze suddenly felt a tightness in their feet. When they looked at their feet, they saw black vines growing from the ground, and they bound their feet firmly.

"What you say in the tribunal must be true, otherwise, the punishment you will be punished more and more severely, more and more severely, until you fall into the abyss."

At the same time, the host's figure was short, and a dark resentful spirit appeared in front of everyone.

"I curse you!" The grudge said with his teeth and claws, and all he had left was this kind of consciousness and lines.

The host is now left with a gorgeous gown and a microphone floating in the air, continuing to fulfill his obligations as a host.

"Struggle, the more you struggle, the tighter you grasp." In the labyrinth, all the stars on the walls sang merrily, but unfortunately, no one could understand them this time.

Outside the labyrinth, Duchamp, the only one who could understand what the stars were saying, was looking around with his eyes open in boredom, looking around for something different in the hall. After coming out of the labyrinth, he suddenly found a different place. In this pentagram-inlaid dome, the countless stars are different from the stars in the labyrinth, although they seem to have a pair of eyes on their bodies, but they do not have any agility or conversation.

"Could it be that none of these stars are activated?" Duchamp secretly speculated suspiciously.

"Whoa!" Although the stage was empty, the audience was still applauding and laughing quietly.

Duchamp suddenly had a bold idea. He quietly took out the spider and let it crawl down his trouser leg all the way to the stage audience.

The audience was still sitting in friendly motion, occasionally making some noise. Without hesitation, the little spider crawled towards a chubby woman, dressed in a retro pleated dress with her hair coiled, who should be the housewife of a wealthy family. It is customary for such a woman to scream when she sees a spider crawling on her, but until the spider has crawled on the back of her hand, she does not show the slightest panic or dodge.

The spider jumped on her back, as if trying her muscles, and then, with one of its front paws outstretched, scratched its head.

"Sure enough, they're all puppet sculptures that are harder than stone!" Duchamp sighed secretly.

He scanned it roughly, and there were 814 spectators in the auditorium, filling the spacious auditorium.

"That's a really good attendance." Duchamp thought mockingly, as he stood in the middle of the woman's high-held bun, looked around, and his heart pounded when he saw the last spectator in the last row.

Sitting in the fourteenth seat of the ninth row was not the soldier who fell in the first labyrinth! He was still wearing the same military uniform, casually carrying a spear, and he was looking around the arena with great interest, and the expression on his face was no different from that of the audience around him.

Duchamp suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Sitting next to the soldier were several young students, dressed in extremely ordinary clothes, some of them wearing guiding lamps on their heads, which were used for expedition lighting.

Duchamp swept forward from the side of these students in order, and suddenly realized in his heart that these people sitting in the audience were obviously very old. Sitting in the middle of the seventh row, an uncle dressed as a one-eyed sailor, there is even an 'ancient artifact': a flintstone lighter.

This is really an old wax museum, but unfortunately, if you don't work hard to break through, you might become one of the wax figures in the ninth row.

Duchamp muttered to himself, scanned the seats and portraits of all the spectators, and then ran towards his own deity.

The little spider ran back to Duchamp's feet and climbed up his trouser legs.

Duchamp put away the little spider, blocked the view of others with his body, and quietly wrote a few words on Mura's hand.

"Audience, dead man."

Mulla was startled and couldn't help but look at the audience, only to see a normal group of spectators, whispering, shaking impatiently, or dozing off with their upper and lower eyelids beginning to close, and so on.

He looked at Duchamp in confusion. If it's just a bunch of marionettes, then where is the mechanism to control them?

Duchamp was looking for it with all his might, and he looked around, only to see that the group of people on the road were all looking up at the ceiling. Walter saw Duchamp's gaze, and hurriedly raised something in his hand, and gestured with all his might.

Despite the interference and separation between them, Duchamp could barely see what Walter was holding, a star!

He quickly turned his gaze to the dome of the theater, where the mechanisms of the theater were normally placed. But with so many stars, which one is marked?

Inside the labyrinth, the hammer happily announced: "The third round of presentations begins!" ”

The black vines on some of the human feet in the center of the field were already extending towards the legs.

"You have to be careful, if you tell a lie, the vine will keep growing. When the vine of death creeps up to your chest, you are dead. ”

Olivier looked down at the black vines that had climbed to his knees, and he had just answered two questions, both of which he had judged to be wrong.

The first question, which is understandable, is: "Say your real name." ”

Olivier replied 'Olivier Langheim', and was naturally punished.

But the second question was, 'What was the purpose of your visit to Julai?' and Olivier's answer was true: 'To eat and drink and browse the local customs'.

Will this hammer judge!

Olivier glanced at the road and was the only one who went unpunished in the first two rounds.

"The third round of questions, if it were up to you to decide, that one of you would have to die, who would you appoint? What is the rationale? ”

Brother Lanmao glanced at the four people on the field, and said with a smile: "Of course it's this blonde brother, because your death vine climbs the highest, so the probability of death is also the largest." ”

The governor glanced at the crowd and pointed to the road without hesitation, saying, "You should die, you are a fugitive who has absconded for murder." ”

When it was Olivier's turn, he pondered for a moment, and then resigned himself to his fate: "If you have to do this, then let my death bring back the peace of the king." ”

Finally, he pointed to the governor-for-tat and said, "You should die, if you don't have to chase after you, how can you put everyone in such danger." ”

The hammer pondered for a moment, slammed it into the void, and decided, "Everyone is guilty, but the one who atones for it will be spared." ”

With the exception of Olivier, the vines of the other three jumped upward.

Brother Lanmao secretly erupted in darkness and tried to break free, and the vines that were clamped tighter almost made him suffocate in pain.

"Don't try to get away with it until you confess your sins!" The hammer said angrily at the blue-haired brother.

Is it really impossible to break free here? Brother Blue Fur painfully heard the microphone announce the fourth question:

"Whoever is guilty of a crime, confess his sins, and others will be freed."

With Brother Lanmao's extraordinary intelligence, he naturally understood at this time that he and several other people had fallen into a strange circle from which they could not escape, and attacking others would only make everyone die faster.

Without hesitation, the Governor pointed to the road and said, "You are guilty, you are the sinner who killed Feynman, the former mayor of Wheat Fields, and the sheriff. ”

The vines on the leg of the road jumped up sharply.

Brother Lanmao's eyes darkened, as if he had seen the end of himself and others. He was secretly summoning Flare, but there was no response. He could already be sure that it was definitely in a completely different space, and here it was a trap, and the purpose of the first two rounds was just to make people feel that as long as they followed the rules, they could get out safely. And now it's the real killer feature, a space that isolates Qiyao and only operates according to its own rules.

However, he should not despair at this time, there is a promising kid out there who has not yet been involved.

At the moment, I can only hope that this kid can start to play.

But, be quick!

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