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Conrad woke up to find himself lying on the plank road high in the air, surrounded by seven or eight people, with wooden faces, haggard expressions, looking very disagreeable, and they were discussing something in a low voice.

He struggled to get up and wanted to ask, but was shocked to find that there was an endless sea of fire under the plank road, and the black flames were burning. The old people said that only the flames in hell are black, and he doesn't know if that's true, but this plank road is about a meter wide and very narrow, and if he accidentally falls, he will definitely go to hell.

"You're awake, poor man. When Conrad woke up, the group stopped discussing and stared at him in unison, and Conrad shuddered as if he was being stared at by a group of dead people. One of them, who seemed to be in the lead, stood up and said hello, his face a little more human, not as terrifying as the others looked.

"Where is this? Why am I here?" Conrad asked, panicking.

"Don't worry, calm yourself down first. The leader pressed his hand and motioned to Conrad not to be in a hurry. "My name is Curtis, what's your name?"

"Conrad!"

"Okay, Conrad, can you think of anything else about yourself besides your name?" asked Curtis.

Nonsense, I haven't lost my memory!

Conrad thought to himself that Curtis was either out of his head or teasing him. But when he was about to search his mind for information about his past, he found that he couldn't remember anything.

Past life experiences, relatives and friends, I don't know if there are wives, sons and daughters, nothing has any impression. His mind was blank, he had no memory, like a newborn baby, and the only thing he remembered was the name Conrad.

"What's going on, why am I having amnesia?" said Conrad, taking Curtis's hand, anxiously.

"That's why I'm telling you to keep your composure, Conrad, panicking can make you lose the ability to think. Curtis put his hand on Conrad's back, reassuring him. "In fact, it's not just you, all of us have lost our memories and only remember our own names?"

"You're all like that?" Conrad looked at the crowd, but the men were still standing still, unresponsive.

"Alright, we need to at least introduce ourselves to our new friends, don't we?" Curtis said to the group

"Casey", "Cyril", "Kate", "Lane. ”......

The others were like puppets on the agency, reporting their names, and although Conrad was strange about this, he was comforted a little by the fact that he was not the only one. Humans are social animals, and what they fear most is loneliness.

"Okay, Conrad, listen, what I'm going to talk about next is related to our current situation, although it is very bizarre, but I hope you can listen calmly, and don't lose your mind for fear. Curtis admonished Conrad with a serious face.

Seeing Conrad nod, Curtis finally began to talk about his experience.

He was in the same situation as Conrad, who first woke up to find himself lying on the boardwalk, surrounded by a group of people who explained to Curtis about the strange place and everything he had learned.

It is said that this is the edge of hell, the sky plank road is the boundary between hell and the human world, and the sea of fire below is the terrifying hell, once you accidentally fall down, you will fall into hell, and you will never be able to get out.

The reason why I came here was because of a devil's game, a devil maybe too boring, he caught a lot of people, erased their memories, and left them still on the boardwalk. And the devil lurks among the people, and every once in a while eats a person, no one can detect how the person who is eaten dies, only that the person disappears in a trance.

The devil agrees with the people that the only way they can save themselves is to find the person possessed by the devil before the devil eats them all, and push him into the hellfire below the boardwalk, so that the whole game is over.

Curtis was silent, no one could force a smile when he learned that he was in such a situation, and he accepted the invitation to join the team, just because the lone one was often the first to be eaten.

He witnessed the addition of groups of people, and watched groups of people disappear, and finally he became the leader of this group of people, and he survived until now, his face gradually became as blank and expressionless as the original people.

In order to find the hidden devil, they use the method of voting, and every time the devil eats someone, they will elect a person and push him to hell.

The game never ended, and it was clear that he didn't emerge victorious.

"The devil is hidden among us?" Conrad looked at Curtis suspiciously.

If, as he said, the devil possesses a person and keeps eating the people around him, then as batches of old people die and groups of new people join in, when all the old people are dead, isn't Curtis, the only one still alive, the most suspicious?

"I know what you're thinking, you're doubting me. Curtis saw through Conrad's thoughts at a glance.

"At first, I was just as suspicious of the leader as you thought, and even voted to send him to hell. Curtis's eyes looked into the distance, and he remembered his frivolity. "The devil is far more cunning than people, and he eats not only the people around him, but also the person he possesses, and then he possesses other people, constantly changing his identity. ”

"We have thought of many ways, but in the end we were all seen through by the devil, and now there is really no way but to vote, maybe God will open our eyes and give us peace. Curtis's face was full of helplessness.

Conrad turned his head to look at the expressions of the others, all of them looked blank, walking on the edge of hell, always on the lookout for the devil eating people, oh, this kind of can't be prevented.

Except for Curtis, who is a little better, the others have long since become walking corpses, without any human feelings, only the belief in survival, which is why Conrad felt that these people seemed to be out of harmony at first.

I can't be like them, Conrad swore to himself.

"Curtis?!" When Conrad turned back to ask Curtis more information, he was shocked to find that Curtis had disappeared without a trace.

"Vote, vote!" The corpse-like crowd finally moved, their numb faces glowing again, but Conrad was disgusted by the brilliance, grinning as if celebrating Curtis's disappearance, and sat around and eagerly began to vote on who would go to hell.

Conrad watched quietly, he already understood in his heart what was happening, Curtis was eaten by the devil, and the leader who had just explained the situation to him and pacified him, such a living person, was so missing, and no one noticed.

He felt a shudder from the depths of his heart, after all, he had not seen everything he had just said, and he instinctively felt that it was far away from him. It wasn't until now when the terrible thing happened in front of his eyes that he really realized the cruel reality.

Conrad watched them push Kate into hell, she was the only woman in the team, Kate howled loudly with tears in her eyes, begging them to let her go, she was willing to strip naked and make them comfortable, even if it was okay to go together. But the madmen were already frightened, and they pushed her down mercilessly, ignoring Kate's crying.

Conrad closed his eyes, he couldn't stand it, but he didn't dare to step forward to stop it.

He didn't want to die, he wanted to live.

Conrad finally listened to Curtis's last words, he didn't dare to leave alone, and followed these "dead people" in his eyes on the endless plank road.

On the way, he kept meeting new people, and unlike the lifeless dead, he used his own means to win over the new people, got their support, and kicked the dead people out of the team one by one.

Eventually, he followed Curtis's path and became the leader of the group, and he didn't mention the vote again, but led them on the long boardwalk.

......

When Conrad finished telling his story, Wiblen and Maythus looked at each other, but Conrad was very happy about their arrival: "There are fewer and fewer new people I have met recently, especially not a single one in the past few days, and it is good to see you." ”

This sounds like we've been dying too many people lately, and our lives are running out of life, but fortunately, we have two of you newly filled in today, and there are finally two more substitutes for the dead. Conrad also realized that his words were too straightforward, and he smiled a little awkwardly: "I've been in this ghost place for too long, and I can't even speak, I hope you don't be surprised." ”

"Well, would you like to join our team?" Conrad looked at the two of them a little nervously, afraid that because he had just said the wrong thing, the two of them would not want to join the team.

"Yes, we would be more than happy, Mr. Conrad. Wiblen glanced at Meysus, and by the way made up his mind for her.

"It's great, rest assured, we're not going to push people into hell anymore now. Conrad gave the two of them a small welcome, and then the team began to move forward.

"This guy is a little weird!" the two hung at the back of the line, and Maysers snorted at Conrad.

"If this game is true, giving up pushing people to hell is equivalent to giving up the only chance to live, and all that remains is chronic death, I don't believe there will be such a saint in the world. Wiblen nodded, agreeing with Mayses.

"So you believe this game is real?"

"Do you think the murderer behind this could be a devil?" asked Wiblen.

"I've never heard of such a playful devil, they're just brainless monsters. Maythus laughed

"Yes, the devil is not a demon after all. ”

The devil and the demon are the only two creatures in hell, and the origin of the demon is clear, at the beginning of the world, two supreme gods fought for control of the infinite sea: Sivier, the goddess of light, and Arfa, the god of darkness. Eventually, Offa was killed by Sever, his godhead was taken by Sever, and the godhead fell into hell and became the original "demon".

The "demons" became the masters of hell and had seven sons, the later Seven Monarchs of Hell, who were the ancestors of the demons, and all the demons after that were their heirs.

The origin of the devil is very mysterious, no one knows where they came from, only that suddenly one day a group of big guys came to the silent hell, and the hell has been lively ever since. Most of these devils have no brains, have a violent temper, and only know how to kill.

However, their strength is very strong, and the highest level of demons can be comparable to high demons, but they are far from being comparable to demon kings, so in hell the devils are always subservient to demons and are under their domination.

Conrad and these people are obviously just ordinary people who don't know much about the devil's situation, but Vebron and Maysus, who are familiar with the devil's temperament, don't think that kind of monster without brains can play this trick, so what is the purpose of this game, and there is a hidden purpose behind it, it is worth pondering.

"Actually, if finding the devil's true body would end the game, then I came up with a solution. Vebron looked at Maysus.

"So, I have an easy solution. Maysus smiled widely