Octavian Cruise Ship Performance Hall

When the lights are on, the lights of the luxury cruise ship reflect the endless sea through the boxy windows. The sea stretching into the distance seemed to be connected with the black canopy, and there was no end in sight, and there was no point of light in sight. On the side of the cruise ship, the letters "Octavian" are connected with fluorescent lights, and the light is like a broken starlight, falling on the undulating sea, shooting vertically into the icy waters, illuminating a small area. The Octavian has five floors, each with different entertainment facilities, a swimming pool, billiards, a song hall, a bar, and ...... Entertainment is available, with people in high-end dresses holding champagne glasses and laughing on the deck, as if they were carrying the mellow smell of rum as they pass over the ship's side of the ship.

Night, also drunk.

On the second floor of the cruise ship, facing the direction of the bow sailing, the performance hall has a heavy wooden door open, and a beautiful lady takes the gentleman's arm and walks into the performance hall. The red prologue has just risen, the performance hall is full of melodious singing, a woman in a lace skirt is singing old songs from the seventies and eighties on the stage, behind her, several female companions are wearing wide skirts, dancing kick dances, uniform steps, tight leg lines, dancers wearing performance costumes inlaid with gold scales, like blooming tulips, open on the illuminated stage.

Offstage, people sit at small round tables in twos and threes, and waiters with champagne come and go, bowing their heads and respectfully refilling the rich people.

The sound of black shoes stepping on the wooden floor is hidden in the deepest nodes of the piece.

There were smiles on everyone's faces.

Everyone's expression is enjoyment.

No one questioned the joy of this moment, as if they had never known the cruelty behind this world, the tragedy that could happen in the next second.

They just laughed, rejoiced, and enjoyed the moment, as if they had become numb, as if they had become accustomed to it, as if they had accepted it.

As Icarus said, if you really become an NPC, there is nothing wrong with enjoying it, at least that moment of pleasure is real.

When the singers on the stage finished singing the last syllable, the audience burst into applause, the singers and dancers bowed their heads and thanked them, and a seven-year-old girl walked out of the backstage - it was Ogar, who took a small tray and walked to the round tables to accept the audience's rewards on behalf of the actors. She held the brown tray in her little hands, the whistle on her chest swayed gently with her steps, and the performers asked her to carry a pair of white angel wings on her back in order to get more tips, and this idea was obviously very popular with the noblewomen, who took out a few hundred-dollar bills from their designer bags and put them on Ogar's tray, and touched her little head from time to time.

This seemingly loving, loving action is actually carefully calculated.

These ladies and ladies seem to cherish this little girl, but they are actually adding points to their own image, after all...... What man doesn't like a compassionate woman?

The few bills they gave to Ogar could be doubled in the blink of an eye from the big money around them.

It's a sure-fire deal.

Lorraine sat at the small round table by the window, and was amused to see Ogar carrying a somewhat funny wing.

Now, the alarm has not sounded, and it is still in a [safe state].

Just relaxing and enjoying a moment seems to be a good choice.

To her surprise, she could vaguely understand the feelings of those who were willing to stay in the [Minghe System] - would it be worse to stay in the virtual world of drunkenness and innocence than to crawl and scar in the real world?

She sighed, drank the champagne from her glass, and out of the corner of her eye, saw a familiar person sitting in front of the circular bar on the other side of the performance hall—Mars. The serious-looking scarred man was sitting in front of the bar, his right hand propped up on the bar, shaking the glass in his hand, staring at the row of empty wine bottles in front of him, not knowing what he was thinking.

Lorraine thought for a few seconds, then got up and arrived at the bar with an empty wine glass.

The bartender raised his eyes and saw her, "Miss, may I ask what you want to drink?" ”

“White Lady.”

"Okay, please wait." The bartender bowed his head and bartended.

Lorraine placed the empty wine glass on the bar, and Mars beside her had already heard her voice, but did not look at her, just took a sip of wine, still pursed her lower lip and was silent.

He seems to be surrounded by low air pressure at all times, and even the warmest people stay by his side, it is difficult to dispel his gloom.

He seems to be an animal born to dwell in the dark, and light, on the contrary, will make him uncomfortable.

The bartender served Lorraine a drink, and Lorraine took a sip of the wine, only to feel the aroma of the liqueur fill her lips and teeth, and she smiled faintly.

In distant China, there seems to be an old saying, "There is wine today and drunk today"? It's very much in line with her mood right now.

“…… Drink so much wine, aren't you afraid of being killed when the alarm goes off? ”

Mars's deep voice rang in his ears, and Lorraine looked back at Mars's grim expression.

Alas, he spoke first.

With a little joy of victory, but also a little drunken presumptuousness, Lorraine smiled happily: "Don't be afraid, isn't it just to stay in the [Minghe System], you see those people who are smiling, aren't they very happy." ”

Hearing this, Mars glanced back at the people sitting at the round table behind him watching the performance, his face visibly showing some disgust.

"They're just the walking dead."

Lorraine pursed her lips, but nodded approvingly: "Mars, you say, do you still feel after becoming the walking dead?" ”

“……”

Good question, stumped him.

"Will they know they've become zombies? Will it feel sad? Or is it full of thoughts about cannibalism? Lorraine's right hand supported her cheek and shook her wine glass, "In the last game, I was bitten to death by a zombie, and after I was reborn, I was eaten by a violent ape...... It really hurts, I was bitten off my limbs, nose and ears...... But you can't escape, you can only watch yourself being eaten little by little, dying in intense pain and great despair......"

She shook her head and drank the wine from her glass, as if to dilute her unpleasant memories.

Mars listened to her in silence, and although there was no wave on her face, she silently suppressed her hand that was still about to pour wine.

Lorraine laughed and hiccuped, and Mars glanced at her dissatisfied, the corners of her mouth pressed down slightly helplessly.

"Hey, Mars, why do you have such a horrible scar on your face?" Lorraine raised her hand to Mars's shoulder and asked a bold question.

“…… I don't know. ”

He was telling the truth, he didn't even know who he was, where did he remember these things.

"So, why did you save me?"

“…… I don't know. ”

This sentence is indeed true.

He just followed the instructions of the tattoo on his chest and tried his best to protect her.

……

[Find her, protect her]

……

This woman must have a lot to do with herself before she lost her memory, but she didn't expect to help her block the corpse eater, but she still couldn't help her block the zombie and the tyrannical ape.

Thinking so, Mars withdrew his gaze.

He had a belly about who he was, about the tattoo on his chest, about whether Lorraine was a tattooed woman...... But he had no way to verify all this, so he could only hold it in his stomach, which made him very unhappy, as if he was a toy, being played with by the [Minghe System] at will, and he could also be discarded at will.

Thinking so, he took a sip of wine in exasperation.

Lorraine saw that Mars was no longer talking, and she leaned back, leaning against the bar, curling her fingers and tapping lightly on the bar.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

Regular nodes, sounding with her tapping.

But it was also faintly covered by the music in the performance hall.

"Knock, knock......"

Lorraine sighed, his thoughts stagnating as he tapped his fingertips on the table.

After a long silence, Mars stood up.

"You're drunk." Mars said, rudely carrying her on her shoulders.

"Ahh Where are you going?! In an instant, the world swirled, and Lorraine was carried by Mars on her shoulder, like a sandbag, and she tilted her head to look at Mars.

"Go to the infirmary, get hangover medicine, by the way, induce vomiting." Mars replied coldly.

Lorraine was shocked: "I, I'm not going!" ”

"You're going to die in the game in a state like this."

"But, but ......"

Before Lorraine could finish speaking, Mars lifted his feet and walked towards the outside of the performance hall.

"You put me down!"

“……”

"Help! Someone kidnapped! ”

“……”

"Help! Someone is going to rape a girl! ”

"Hmph, do you count?"

“…… Mars, I'm fighting with you! ”

……

The two quarreled and left the performance hall.

But they didn't notice that among the audience in the audience, there was one who had been silently watching them, sitting at the round table near the center, wearing a crisp white suit, tie, crossed legs, leaning on the round table with his right hand, his face slightly sideways, his golden hair glowing softly, with gold-rimmed decorative glasses, and his sharp eyes quietly took in everything.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

His fingers, tapping lightly on the tabletop, immediately knocked out a few regular sounds.

The sound was exactly the same as that of Lorraine's knockout.

He watched as he tapped his fingertips on the table, his sharp golden eyes filled with deep meaning.

Several women at the next table looked at the handsome man with admiration, and from time to time they lowered their heads and whispered, not knowing who the handsome gentleman's name was and where he came from.

It is natural for people to pay more attention to the opposite sex who has a good appearance, and this is the pathetic nature of the human being, which makes them ignore the details and even fall into the trap of the predators, because you don't know what the terrible truth is under the seemingly impeccable appearance.

"Sir...... Please give a tip. Little Ogar walked up to him and looked at him with a tray.

Icarus smiled, took out a few large bills from his wallet, and placed them on Ogar's tray.

"Ogal, why do you always carry a whistle?"

(Whistle?) ）

Ogal followed Icarus' gaze, looking down at the whistle she was carrying on her chest, and she thought for a moment, "I don't know, it's just that it's with me every time I wake up." ”

“…… In this world, only what is important to you subconsciously can always accompany the player. It's like a gas mask with a black blade, Caesar's footbell and a goat doll...... Ogal, your secret may be hidden in the whistle. ”

"In the whistle?" Ogar put down the tray and shook his whistle, "No, it's just a normal whistle." ”

Icarus smiled faintly and rubbed Ogar's little head, his eyes showing a little nostalgia: "You are still the same as before." ”

"Once upon a time?"

"Nothing." He retracted his gaze, changed his usual calm expression, and pointed to his left, "Go over there and have a look, those young ladies will give you a lot of tips." ”

"Okay~" Ogar gladly agreed, taking the tray and heading in the direction that Icarus was pointing.