Number One was far away from me, and in the dim light, I could only vaguely assume that she was a woman, and she was pressing her neck.

It is estimated that in the battlefield just now, she died from a severed head.

"I, I ......"

"Answer me, what's your answer?"

Zheng Tianyu appeared in front of No. 1, and the Daguan knife in his hand hung low.

I roughly calculated, every time I started from the inquiry to the obsession of asking the question, it was about ten seconds, and it would definitely not exceed fifteen seconds.

In such a short period of time, unless we already know the answer in the other person's mind before, just speculating on the psychological state of obsession is enough to exhaust this time.

There is not enough time, the questions come quickly and violently, and as long as the answer fails, it is also death.

Therefore, it seems that only by opening the box of angels or demons can we survive.

I couldn't help but shake my head, no, whatever the Scarlet Round Table had in mind, but right now we're in the middle of it.

These two boxes, I'm afraid there is a huge problem, and it is very likely that the Scarlet Round Table is used to collect resentment.

"Angels."

Number One slammed open the box, and it was empty, like Number Thirty-Five, and nothing could be seen.

One breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he had made the right choice.

Zheng Tianyu, who was standing in front of him, also disappeared and returned to the stage, and everything seemed to have become no problem.

If this is the first time this happens, it is because of the luck comparison on the 35th, but this time it appears again, there must be something wrong with it.

Luck can't always favor us, in fact, like us game participants, the last thing we should do is to believe in luck.

What we encounter cannot be explained by luck, and if we want to rely on luck to survive, it is really a fool's dream.

It's a pity that No. 1 is too far away from me, and I can't see what his expression is now.

"When"

The stage repertoire continues, this time featuring a clown and a woman.

The two of them are like a real couple, living a normal life every day, using the money that men put together with their lives to buy all kinds of things they need.

Of course, there is also the kind of picture that is particularly exciting for men.

I just stared blankly, my mind kept going back and forth between the Scarlet Round Table and the theater, what's going on?

At a time like this, shouldn't I think more about how to survive?

Why do you always feel that there must be something involved?

I rubbed my head vigorously and continued to look at the stage, where the clown was alone.

This kind of person, I know that he will never settle down, don't look at that woman who killed her own child for him, she can't control his heart.

Because he is just a passerby, he is ruthless to any woman, and throws it away when he finishes playing.

Now he has his eye on another woman, the woman of a clown.

After the sword and sword, which clown was killed by him, and only the lonely woman remained.

In times of war, human life is the least valuable.

I have personally participated in wars, felt the blood of others splashing on my face, and seen countless corpses lying at my feet.

Life is no longer life, it is just an object that can walk.

The slain clown staggered to the stage, and he could only watch as his children were killed and his wife was crushed under him.

The dead clown let out a strange roar with a voice as sharp as a knife, and he suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke and disappearing from the stage.

The curtain slowly descended, and below the curtain, we could all see the woman who was pressed under the clown with black and white knives, and the curtain completely covered them, and we could still hear her terrible screams.

The empty theater was full of women's screams.

Even when the curtain fell, the woman's screams did not stop.

The shrill screams echoed through the theater and were deafening.

The woman's screams continued for more than an hour, and I even felt like my heart would be blasted by the screams.

This is definitely one of the most miserable screams I've ever heard.

Just hearing the sound made my scalp tingle and goosebumps all over my body.

There is an illusion of chilling air running down my spine, as if I am in hell, and everything in my mind is occupied by the screams of women.

Finally, the creepy screams stopped, and I was secretly relieved.

If a woman continues to scream like this, not to mention that I can't bear it, no one else can bear it, we will be infected by this scream, and it will affect the thinking of our heads.

"Click"

Something on the stage squirms behind the big curtain, and slowly arches out of the big curtain.

On the white curtain, it was gradually occupied by scarlet, and a bloodstained figure emerged from behind the curtain.

All of us just watched, watching the bloodstains slowly soak the curtain from the very beginning.

The screaming just now stopped, which made us breathe a sigh of relief, but now, we couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

The blood soaked through the curtain, and the figure appeared in front of us very suddenly.

Naked-naked, the wounds all over the body are dense and worrying.

The wound turned outward, revealing a terrible scarlet flesh, white bones faintly flashing in the wound, blood surging, and in the blink of an eye, it gathered into a terrible pool of blood at her feet.

A woman covered in knives stood on the stage with her body twisted.

With bloody eyes, he looked at all of us coldly.

"On the twentieth, I ask you, why did I suffer this catastrophe?"

No. 20 was a little confused, probably didn't expect to ask him, he didn't react for a while, and asked with some hesitation: "What?" ”

"Wrong answer, die."

We didn't know what was going on, and Twenty only had time to let out a roar before disappearing into his seat.

When he reappeared, he was naked, covered with wounds of all kinds.

It's like a woman standing on the stage, with many terrible wounds.

Our group of people who watched looked at each other, and it was conceivable that this kid who disappeared must have suffered inhuman torture.

You can't ask a rhetorical question, and if the other party asks a question, as long as you ask a rhetorical question, you will be judged to have answered the question incorrectly.

So at the beginning of the question, the person who is chosen to answer the question will either shut up or answer, and if you dare to talk nonsense, you will die.

The woman did not disappear on the stage like Zheng Tianyu and them before, but stood on the stage and looked at us condescendingly.

There was a hint of mockery in his bloodstained eyes, mocking eyes scanning back and forth among us.

A woman who used to feel pitiful now makes us feel fearful.

It gives us a sense of fear that shocks our hearts, as if it comes from our hearts, from our hearts to our brains.