Everything seems to be coming too fast.

One second he was still blowing the air conditioner in the room, and the next second Fang Zhe found himself in a small closed room.

The lower temperature in the air doesn't change much.

It's just that the cold air blown by the air conditioner and the cold air that permeates the room at the moment are two different concepts.

Fang Zhe first calmly checked whether the things he was carrying were complete, and the watch on his wrist was still there, but in addition to being able to see the time, the communication function and real-time positioning and other functions were blocked.

He was glad that he had a habit of carrying his mobile phone with him when he went to the toilet, and at this time the mobile phone was in his pocket and had not disappeared, although it seemed to have no other purpose than to check the time.

The pill given by Yuan Shiming was still lying in the plastic box, and the bottle of unknown potion spray was still there.

At the moment, that's all the "props" available to him.

After examining himself, he began to look around the room, and found himself in a closed room.

There were no windows, only a wooden door that looked very old, and the walls were all painted with white paint all around, and the traces left on the pitted walls seemed to be picked out by someone with their fingers, and a trace of blood could be faintly seen.

It's not very large, about eight square meters, and there are a few cushions on the floor, which look like a single bed, and nothing else.

No tables, no eating utensils, and most importantly, no toilets yet!

Fang Zhe pondered, forget if you don't have a toilet, at least give it the kind of spittoon you used when you were a child, it is universal for urine and urine, and you can sit.

The only drawback is that it is easy to have numb legs after sitting for a long time.

He walked to the door and found that the wooden door didn't even have a doorknob, as if it was connected to the wall. Tentatively pushed outward, the wooden door did not move.

Retreating to his original position, Fang Zhe stood like this, as if waiting for something.

After about a minute, I saw a black shadow on the white wall, like a projection screen.

The black shadow in the shape of a human writhed on the wall, which was very weird, which reminded Fang Zhe of the world-famous painting "The Scream".

Writhing and twisting, the shadow suddenly poked its head out of the wall, followed by limbs.

"The fortunate ones, who are so hated, welcome to the Drama Village, where you can only leave after seven successful performances."

"When the wooden door is opened, it means that the show is about to start, and the rest of the time is waiting in the room, food and water will be delivered on time, and if you knock on the wooden door three times, there will be a toilet."

"I wish you a successful performance."

The emotionless mechanical voice disappeared along with the black shadow, and just as Fang Zhe wanted to reach out and knock on the wooden door three times to see what the toilet looked like, he was surprised to find that the wooden door opened automatically.

"Squeak"

The sound of fingernails scratching on a blackboard sounded, Fang Zhe blinked, he didn't expect that he would experience this so-called acting so soon.

"The accommodation conditions are not good, and there is no salary, but the efficiency of exploitation is quite high, and the leeks are not cut like this."

Fang Zhe was scolding in his heart, looking at the black shadow standing outside the door, he didn't go out as soon as possible, but took this opportunity to look at the scene behind the black shadow.

There is not much to see outside the door, and there seems to be a building opposite, like a school dormitory building, with wooden doors next to each other, and from a distance, it looks like a coffin standing there.

Unfortunately, the limitations are too small, and there is not much to see.

As soon as Fang Zhe stepped out of the door, he found that he couldn't see anything, and something like a paper bag was on his head.

Behind him, a pair of extremely cold, thin hands grabbed his arms, and Fang Zhe found that his heels were lifted up by an invisible force, as if there was a pair of cloth insoles under his feet, advancing in his place.

There was a cold breath from the back of his neck, causing goosebumps to appear all over his body in an instant.

Resisting the urge to call out Xia Ran, Fang Zhe was at the mercy of the unknown behind him.

I don't know how long it took, Fang Zhe stopped moving forward, he found that the cold feeling behind him disappeared, and at the same time, the thing on his head seemed to be taken away.

Fang Zhe turned his head at the first moment, only to find that there was no one behind him, only a ruin.

When he turned around, he saw the black shadow floating in front of him, faceless, like the shadow of a human being.

"Today's scene is a five-person book. This is the first scene you'll be playing, and the role you'll play in is determined by your own card drawing. ”

"It's a cat-and-mouse game, where one person plays the captor and the other four play the survivors, and if the escapee escapes more than two people, it wins, two people draw and if it is less than two, it loses. In the same way, if the captor catches four survivors, then the captor will be saved from death; All four survivors escaped, and the captor died instantly, and the show ended. ”

"As a first-time participant, a friendly reminder to you, don't trust anyone. Now, please start your gacha. ”

The synthesized mechanical sound stopped, and in front of the black shadow, five cards appeared, all of which were facing Fang Zhe on the back.

Fang Zhe thought for a moment and said, "Can I take the initiative to choose a captor?" ”

The shadow didn't answer, and the five cards floated slowly, as if urging.

Sighing, Fang Zhe casually pulled out a card, and he saw that on the gorgeous card surface, a person who was fleeing in a hurry was drawn, and the words "Survivor" were written on it.

Below, there is a small string of text introductions.

As one of the members of the four-member team that strayed into the Church of the Wailing, in addition to avoiding the pursuit of your captors, you also have to be careful of the horror of hiding in the shadows... Empower you, doppelganger. During the escape, you'll have three chances to use a clone, and when you use it, an identical version of you will randomly appear from one side. Either confuse the enemy or cocoon yourself. 】

"Good luck, when the bell of the auditorium strikes ten, the captors are about to start the hunt."

The black shadow disappeared in place, and Fang Zhe looked at the cards in his hand that were also disappearing bit by bit, revealing a trace of regret.

He thought that if he could be a captor, it would be a very interesting and easy thing to do.

Killing all four survivors is an absolute victory?

"Dang!"

The thick and long bell suddenly rang, as if it was counting down, startling countless crows to fly and hover in midair.

Fang Zhe observed the environment as he walked, and the surroundings were very gloomy, like the ruins of a large manor, not like the church mentioned in the card introduction.

The perimeter was surrounded by stone walls and iron bars, and withered trees stood side by side, looking like countless outstretched arms from a distance in the dim light.

Leaning against the wall, you can clearly see the Western-style tombs, the tombstones carved into crosses, standing one after another, and some are oval-shaped stone tablets.

Just as Fang Zhe was strolling leisurely, the bell had already struck the eighth ring.

"Dang!"