"Twenty-one, what are you doing here?"

I was shocked, and another question, what is the situation?

Isn't there only one question asked at the end of each play?

How can another question be asked now?

Moreover, this question, no matter how it seems to be, has nothing to do with the repertoire on stage.

Why, the other party would ask such an irrelevant question?

Everyone turned their heads to look at Twenty-One's position to see what he could do to answer the question.

"I was forced to come, and I don't know what I'm doing here." The twenty-one was particularly calm, sneering at the bloodstained woman on the stage.

The woman let out a cold cry, as if she was very dissatisfied with the answer of the twenty-one, but did not say that the twenty-one answer was wrong.

"So, Twenty-Three, why are you here?"

The woman once again broke our perception and continued to ask about the twenty-three.

According to her posture of asking one by one, it will be my turn sooner or later.

How should I answer? It's like the twenty-one, saying that you don't know what you're doing here?

No, since the other party has already asked the question, it will never be allowed to deliberately cheat and play tricks, and repeated answers will definitely be judged to be a failure.

I think it's better to come up with an answer of your own, whether it's right or wrong, at least to make sure it's not a repetition.

"I, like him, was forced to come, and I don't know why I came to this place."

"Hey...... It's kind of interesting. The woman covered her head on the stage and laughed, and the wounds on her body, along with her wild laughter, spurted blood one by one.

After laughing wildly for a long time, the woman finally stopped laughing, turned her head to look at the next one, and asked softly, "I said the twenty-fifth, you won't be the same, right?" ”

"Of course it's different, I'm here to participate in the game, it's different from them." The sound of the twenty-fifth was loud and clear to all of us.

He's sending a message that the answer should never be the same.

But the answer to this question is estimated to be two or three at most, and it may be difficult to think differently.

"What about the twenty-sixth?" The woman's eyes revealed a strange look.

Ask several people in a row, it's all the same question, and the answers can't be different.

I really can't think of a different answer to this question.

"I'm here to see the play, as for why I'm here, why do I watch the play, how can there be so many why?" Number 26 gives an answer that even I can't help but give a thumbs up, and this kind of answer is the most standard answer.

The woman was really stunned on the stage, she probably didn't expect that someone would directly say that she would come to see the play.

Of course, what appears on the stage has absolutely nothing to do with acting.

With such a real play, it is estimated that no one will appear in it, and even if someone dares to act, it is estimated that few people will go to watch it.

After all, those bloody killings and tyrannical styles of behavior are not acceptable to normal people.

"Why did I die?"

The woman, who was stunned for a long time, suddenly asked such a sentence again.

Twenty-six didn't answer this time, just tilted his head to look at the stage.

The woman smiled, and did not force him to answer, but turned her head to look at Number Twenty-Seven.

I subconsciously pinched my earlobe, to write it down, this is an important point.

If you are obsessed with asking a question, you can answer one, and you can pretend that you didn't hear the next question.

"Because you deserve to die."

Twenty-seven replied coldly, and the corners of his mouth raised a slightly upturned arc.

On his right-hand side, the box has been opened.

The box was embroidered with angels, empty, a box with nothing.

The woman's scarred face twitched, and her eyes became extremely hideous, and it took a long time for her to slow down her breathing and stare only at No. 27 with cold eyes.

The box opened, as if he was obsessed with anger and couldn't make a move, was it the agreement between the Scarlet Round Table and them?

I pinched my earlobe hard, hoping I could spot the oddity.

Am I all wrong in my previous assumptions? Is the box painted with angels really some kind of method that the Scarlet Round Table uses to protect us?

I shook my head vigorously, no, the Scarlet Round Table wouldn't protect us, and in his eyes, we were just tools.

Compared to the swords that have no consciousness and can only be used passively, we are just tools with self-awareness.

Would someone protect some of their tools and put a protective case on the tools they are using?

No, it's like the sword staged in the TV series, when it's useless, it's all put in the scabbard and hung around the waist.

Once it's time to use it, even the best and most valuable swords must be pulled out of the scabbard before they can be used.

Isn't it specifically designed to protect us, why does the obsession give up attacking as soon as the box with the angel is opened?

There must be something in this that we don't know yet, or rather, the game hasn't really revealed the truth behind it.

What's behind the scenes, I'm afraid I can't be sure now, the only thing I can be sure of is this angel box, which must not be opened.

I carefully paid attention to my surroundings, the lights were dim, and the uncle next to me was still sloppy, while the woman with makeup on the other side was repairing the makeup she had spent.

Not far away, two people were just like me, constantly looking left and right, scanning the surroundings.

I guess it's about the same as me, and I think the box around me is very weird.

"You me off, you know?" The woman stood on the stage, condescendingly pointing to number twenty-seven with her fingers full of bones.

No. 27 sneered, picked up the box next to him and said, "So what? Can you do it to me? ”

I hope that the woman on the stage will do it, so that I can see what this box does.

"Except for the twenty-sixth, everyone else who answered the question must die."

In just an instant, the twenty-one, the twenty-three, and the twenty-fifth all disappeared from their seats.

It felt like a matter of seconds, and these people suddenly appeared in their seats again, but they all ended up like Twenty, naked, full of all kinds of terrible wounds.

The flow of time is not right, we may feel that it is just a moment, but in fact, in their feelings on the 21st, I don't know how long it has been.

After all, three people are being tortured at the same time, and this time should not be too short.

"You, wait for me, I'll let you enjoy it, definitely." The woman left such a sentence and disappeared from the stage, as if she had never appeared.

The blood-colored figures on the curtain also disappeared, and only gusts of cold wind blew across the stage.

I didn't see the curtain rise for a long time, and the people we gathered together were a little irritable waiting.

"Hey, I said you can't act yet? What are we waiting here for? ”

Someone finally couldn't wait any longer and shouted in the darkness.