This is a villa with imitation Gothic architecture, the yard is very large, the main building is in the center of the courtyard, and there are several large trees scattered around it, and under the big trees, there are several stone benches scattered together. The villa is backed by a hill and the walls are also very distinctive. Although the street lights are faint, everything around them is faintly visible.

It seems that the owner of the villa is a very particular person, and the large trees and stone benches alone are elegant. The owner obviously spent a lot of effort and effort on the layout of the villa. The cobblestone path, stretching around the yard, seemed to be deliberately designed, but as you walked, it felt like the path was abnormal, and it went away at will. The long bearded banyan trees are more than 100 years old, and judging from their layout in the yard, they were obviously transplanted from elsewhere. It was deliberately decorated by the owner of the villa.

The night breeze is a little cool. A few fallen leaves on the ground rolled in the wind, all the way down.

The villa not far away was dark and dreary, except for the faint glow of the open door, and the rest of the place, including the windows, was not bright at all.

I feel like this scene is a bit like a ghost movie made in Hong Kong.

When Long Chuan and I stepped into the hall of the villa, we only heard a bell ringing, and the door slowly closed behind us.

Long Chuan and I walked into the hall, only to see that the hall was empty, only two ancient gas dead wind oil lamps hung on the gray walls, and the dim light illuminated the huge living room. In the empty living room, a few mahogany chairs and coffee tables with marble patterns sit alone, and the walls are adorned with a few abstract paintings that don't tell the truth, and the heavy dark curtains hang down the floor, so tightly that the windows around them are so tightly hidden that it is no wonder that there is no light from the outside. The dim and somewhat white light reflected the huge space, rendering an indescribable weirdness.

At the other end of the living room, there are two girls painted with zombie faces and a pair of small wings on their backs. Seeing that I had not been able to get closer, one of the girls turned sideways, revealing a staircase to the entrance.

Another girl led me and Long Chuan down the stairs.

At the bottom of the villa, there is a huge basement.

The walls of the basement are sound-absorbing, and the ceiling is covered with scarves, behind which there are tiny lights scattered and twinkling like stars. The surrounding floor lamps reflect the mirror-like ground, and you can clearly see the various chair legs around the wall and the pairs of various human feet resting on the ground. At the other end of the basement, there is a long velvet-covered table filled with drinks, snacks and fruit.

When Long Chuan and I entered, no one greeted us, and we didn't greet anyone, under the strange-shaped masks, who knew who was who.

The girl with a zombie face and a pair of small wings on her back led me and Ryukawa to two empty places, and walked away like ghosts, without making a sound from beginning to end.

I sat down and began to look around at the people.

There were twenty or thirty people sitting on the chairs all around, and the women were slightly more dressed than the men. These people are dressed in different ways, some as Superman, some as vixens, some with painted faces, and some as indigenous Africans, but basically they are all dressed as a character from a movie.

In the speakers, there was a kind of music that seemed to come from somewhere far away.

Everyone sat upright, not talking to each other, waiting for the dance to begin.

While waiting, a few girls with zombie faces and wings that came out of nowhere delivered large glasses of wine to everyone.

I took a sip and felt a flame burn down my esophagus into my stomach. The drink turned out to be vodka in more than 60 degrees.

Finally, the host's voice came from the speakers, and it was a processed voice.

The host greeted everyone in the speaker and welcomed everyone's participation. The host said that it was a special dance party, there was no host, and each participant was their own host. The host offered a toast to this special evening.

A large glass of vodka is in the stomach, and the girl with a zombie face and wings on her back collects the empty glass like water, and then delivers another large glass of wine to everyone.

The host said that everyone can dance to their heart's content and go crazy as much as they want. If thirsty and hungry, have enough drinks and food. If you are tired, there are rooms upstairs for everyone to rest. We hope you all have a great time. If anyone is interested, the building can also provide you with the pleasure of spending a lot of money!

Subsequently, the moderator reviewed the rules of the game again. At all times, you must maintain your own image, do not take off your mask, even when eating, drinking, and resting, and do not let people see your true face. You can't ask each other for names and occupations, and you can't have conversations that aren't related to the prom. No tools are allowed for lighting, including lighters, mobile phones, and small flashlights. It is forbidden to use any means to spy on the identity and true image of others.

After the host's voice died down, the sound of waves came from the speakers, followed by very infectious and provocative music......

A highly inflammatory voice rang out.

It's a crazy night, it's a night of imagination. It was the last night before the end of the world. You only have one night. When the sun rises tomorrow, all your wealth, all your friends and family, including yourselves, will be dust. Maybe it's a nuclear war, maybe it's the heavens falling apart, maybe it's the planets colliding, maybe there won't even be a sunrise tomorrow. There is only one night in your whole life, and only one night you can have. In this last night, unleash all your life and all your energy.

At the instigation of this voice, all the people began to stir.

The voice continues.

Come on, what are you waiting for?! Drink your glasses, throw away your reputation, throw away your hypocrisy, throw away your shame, go crazy, vent to your heart's content, and enjoy the night to the fullest......

The music was playing wildly.

Amid the sound of crazy music, vodka began to burn in everyone's blood.

A puff of smoke rises, and a girl wearing a flying mask appears in the thick of the smoke. She was wearing a pair of white tight trousers, a white tight top, with her chest and abdomen exposed, and a white sheer scarf. She waved the scarf, revealing her strong muscles. Her long hair swayed to the sound of frantic music, and every muscle in her body was beating to the rhythm. After a few laps, she flicked her arm and tossed her tight clothes to the side. Immediately, she turned around, waved her hand, and the white tight pants on her body also left her body. All she had left was a tiny bikini.