Chapter 82 The Colorful City 11 This is the most wonderful performance, no room for...

An Rao immediately retracted his hand and looked at Wen Ranran in a daze. Wen Ranran was his favorite movie star. She had starred in a movie about a divine bird that fell in love with a sad god and eventually died for the god. The story was poignant and delicate, and it was An Rao's favorite movie, in which Wen Ranran played the beautiful divine bird.

"Why are you still in a daze?" Wen Ranran tilted her head and said coquettishly. Her exquisite facial features were matched with long black hair like a waterfall. After changing into a soft cotton dress, the Wen Ranran standing in front of him was no longer the star-studded and otherworldly queen on the screen, but a cute girl next door. She was less unattainable and instead became gentle and lovely.

Papa knew that she was Anrao's favorite actress. Anrao found it funny. How come, after failing last time, he still wanted to find his favorite actress to pretend to be his girlfriend? That was too clumsy.

But the next second Wen Ranran threw herself directly into An Rao's arms, wrapped her arms around An Rao's waist tightly, and complained in a wronged voice: "This year's award ceremony is finally arranged here at our house. When Sister Yun asked me if I would attend the award ceremony, I was still hesitant. After all, the filming period this time is very tight. I want to finish the filming quickly and go home to accompany you. But when I heard that the award ceremony was held here, I immediately agreed. After the award ceremony, I quickly shook off the paparazzi and ran home. I'm so hungry that I haven't eaten yet."

Seeing that An Rao did not respond in time, Wen Ranran pouted in grievance, with a crystal tear hanging in her eye, looking particularly pitiful. Anyone who sees such a beautiful girl crying in grievance would feel pity, not to mention that this is the queen who was shining on the stage and the focus of everyone's attention just a second ago?

An Rao was about to say a few words of comfort, but was immediately interrupted by Wen Ranran: "Let's not talk about this anymore. Come here quickly. I made you your favorite squirrel fish. It's just out of the pot and it smells so good!"

As they were talking, Wen Ranran led An Rao to the dining room. There was a radiant hostess, four dishes and a soup steaming on the table, and a large bunch of red velvet roses in full bloom. Everything was beautiful, delicate, and gentle, filling the entire house with the charm of home. It was a picture of a perfect family that An Rao had never felt before but longed for.

Compared to the last time when he used various emotions and scenarios to test the waters, this time it is clear that Papa has locked on to love.

Who can resist the love of an unattainable fairy who comes down to earth to live a worldly life and cook for you?

The hand holding mine is slender and gentle, bringing with it the warmth of home, making one feel nostalgic. And Wen Ranran's watery eyes, pure and innocent, and full of expectation, are even more irresistible.

An Rao stared blankly at what was in front of him, Wen Ranran hugged him from behind and asked softly, "Do you like it?"

The girl's unique body fragrance wafted into his nose, Wen Ranran's body pressed against him was warm and soft, and even the warm air flow caused by her soft whispers in his ears was so real that it was hard to tell the difference. Everything in front of him was both strange and familiar, as if he had entered another world line that belonged to him, and in that world line, Wen Ranran and he were a couple in love.

An Rao's sanity was eroded, and he even began to believe that everything he saw was real.

An Rao pulled out a chair for Wen Ranran and asked her to sit down first, then he pulled out a chair next to him and sat down. When the chair was pulled out, it made an abrupt and harsh noise on the floor, which was very inconsistent with the whole scene, as if a rusty knife was scratching hard on a beautiful oil painting, revealing the rough wooden board behind the canvas.

Looking into the depths of Wen Ranran's extremely beautiful eyes that were as pure as a deer, An Rao smiled slightly and said, "Everything is so good, so wonderful. I like it very much, I really like it, but don't you know that I like men?"

Papa didn't know this. Wen Ranran was visibly stunned, and all the gentle expressions on her face were gone. Wen Ranran and everything in her home were like a beautiful and fragile painting that had been weathered for thousands of years. But with just a light touch of her finger, it shattered into pieces, and finally revealed the prototype of the meditation room - an empty room and a chair.

The door of the meditation room slammed open, indicating that his meditation class was over. It was obvious that the class had been very unsatisfactory.

"But don't you want to try another way?" An Rao sat on the chair, holding the chair tightly with both hands, "I still want to learn, I haven't learned enough."

There was no sound in the meditation room, the door remained open, and An Rao was in a stalemate.

"Okay, it's not that I don't study hard." An Rao stood up.

On the way back to her room, An Rao stopped in front of the crystal hourglass that belonged to Shi Ge in the hall. The crystal hourglass was filled with fine red sand grains. There was a bloody luxury in the pure gold hollow carvings, as if it was filled with blood instead of sand. An Rao looked up at the crystal hourglass silently, as if he was looking into the eyes of Shi Ge, who was already taciturn.

After a long time, a sigh belonging to An Rao was heard in the hall. An Rao took out his hand which had been in his trouser pocket and unfolded it. In his thin palm was a tuft of pure white hair. His hair was permed into a corn-like shape. It was the most unbearable hair among the fourteen players, with a short corn-like perm.

This is Brother Shi's hair, but it has turned pure white and is hidden in the gap between the chairs. An Rao believes that this is the last clue Brother Shi left for him when he was desperate. Only players who break the illusion in the meditation room can touch the real chair, and Brother Shi obviously believes that An Rao can break the illusion.

If Papa's goal is the player's emotions, then what kind of mood did Shige have to keep the last bit of sanity to leave himself this clue of hair? Was it fear, terror, anger? Or something else?

If he died in a state of joy and happiness, would he think of pulling his hair? Or in what kind of scene would pulling his hair not make Papa feel uncomfortable? For example, in the scene between Wen Ranran and himself just now, if he was really trapped in an illusion, he couldn't even think of how to make the action of pulling hair happen reasonably in that situation.

What exactly did Brother Shi want to tell me?

The meditation room corresponds to emotions, emotions correspond to colors, colors correspond to hair and hourglass, and they are connected!

"What are you thinking about?" An Rao was startled by Baichuan's sudden appearance.

"Of course I'm thinking about how to survive and how to escape." An Rao smiled and stretched out his hand to Baichuan. On his open palm was a lock of pure white hair belonging to Brother Shi.

Bai Chuan looked at the hair in An Rao's hand and didn't seem surprised: "Color is related to emotion, emotion is related to the hourglass, and hair is the most important revelation. He told us that his emotions were sucked dry, his hair turned white and he died, and correspondingly, his hourglass was filled with sand representing emotions."

"You already know it very well?!" An Rao opened his eyes wide.

"This lock of hair fills the last gap in the logic chain," Bai Chuan looked at the row of spectacular crystal hourglasses in front of him, "Look at these hourglasses. Apart from you, me, and Li Ke next to you, a lot of sand has accumulated in the other tubes."

"This is everyone's health bar!" An Rao looked at it one by one. Some crystal hourglasses were almost full. "Papa just showed everyone's health bar so openly. He is not afraid at all that we can figure out the secret behind it."

"Or maybe understanding is his purpose. His goal is emotion. Humans are not puppets. They cannot avoid having emotions. Especially when they see that their lives are running out, they will only have more emotions."

"This is why the Colorful City doesn't need rules," An Rao suddenly realized. "It doesn't need to impose any restrictions. Whether players are happy, in pain, scared, or drunk, these are all emotions. It's a monster that eats people's emotions."

"Yes, and the scary thing about this game is that it actually wants you to be alive, and as long as you are alive, it will continue to generate emotions."

"But why do players still die?"

"I think this is just Papa's personal preference. Maybe he is a tyrant who likes to kill the goose that lays the golden eggs, or maybe he is a pervert with a strong desire for control and likes to play with players. After all, if this batch dies, there will be the next batch. It doesn't matter."

"So we only have student numbers, not names."

"Yes," Baichuan nodded, "I'm sorry that I didn't figure this out earlier, so I can only ask you to keep your emotions stable and wait and see what happens."

"It's not too late, you've done well enough." An Rao looked at Bai Chuan. In the magnificent hall, the colorful sand in the crystal hourglass dipped in human blood was uneven, like rolling mountains, or a soul-calling piece of music. Bai Chuan, wearing a hard armor and glowing with cold silver light, was like a god, tearing apart all the tricks of evil spirits and monsters, making people feel at ease in his ice-hardness.

In a place that neither Anrao nor Baichuan noticed, a grain of pink sand that did not exist in the color spectrum of the Colorful City quietly fell into the crystal hourglass belonging to Anrao. It was blocked by the golden decoration and no one saw it.

Papa, who was sitting alone on the balcony enjoying the sunshine, saw a huge pink diamond ring on his finger suddenly burst into a dazzling pink light.

"Ha, it's really an accidental achievement!" Papa raised his finger and admired the dazzling pink diamond at the base of his finger. "Do you really want to do this?"

"Why not?" A breeze blew through Papa's beautiful colored hair.

"I mean, it's easiest to extract horror and fear, love is hard."

"No, no, no, I want his love, I want all his love, pure love, and then let him die because I took away all his love." A vicious laugh came from the wind beside my ears, "This is the most exciting performance, don't miss it, hahahaha."

"Give it all you have, squeeze all the love out of him, and you'll get what I promised." The shiny hair beside his ears stopped stroking, and the wind stopped.

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"If our previous inferences are all true, who do you think will die tonight?" An Rao asked.

"Shao Yun." Bai Chuan said as he looked at a crystal hourglass that was almost filled with purple.

"Shao Yun?"

"That woman who always catches you scolding." Bai Chuan glanced at the confused An Rao, and said expressionlessly, "How can you sleep at night when you are scolded every day and you don't even know who is scolding you?"

Watching a handsome man like an iceberg complain was really a novel experience, and it once again refreshed An Rao's understanding of Baichuan.

The first empty crystal hourglass now contained several more grains of pink sand.

That night, An Rao had a very strange dream. She dreamed of many, many people, many, many faces, all kinds of men, handsome, cute, beautiful, elegant, wild... everything. Everyone was courting her, making a lot of noise, making An Rao overwhelmed. Until Bai Chuan appeared, the whole world became quiet, as if a beam of light hit him from top to bottom, and everything around him returned to darkness. In the silence, Bai Chuan, dressed in armor, handed a pure white lisianthus to An Rao.

"I saw it on the road today and thought it was very beautiful. I thought you would like it too, so I brought it back for you." Baichuan's body radiated a light golden light, like a god descending to the earth.

The sound of snow falling rang in An Rao's ears.

Shao Yun returned to the room, threw himself heavily onto the sofa, and blew a breath towards the ceiling. He had survived another day, but when would it end...

Today... Today she was indeed a little too eager for quick success, but seeing that the man called An Rao was safe and sound and looked like he would pass the test soon but obviously would not play with her, she... she couldn't help it!

Although Shao Yun was not a very smart person, she was lucky enough to survive one level after another. She had no other good ideas, and she did not think she was a hero who could find a way to crack the game. But she was careful and patient enough to watch people take every step, just like a smart mouse, timid, agile and observant enough. This perfect strategy allowed her to survive all the way to the fourth game.

But when will this game end? She studies hard, obeys orders, and dares not make a mistake. She is Papa's good girl in this gorgeous castle, but where is the exit? ! And in terms of beauty, how can she not compare to that disgusting transvestite? !

The game has not made any progress so far, and my hands and feet have turned into plastic!

"Knock knock knock." Someone knocks on the door.

Shao Yun stood up and opened the door, but was surprised to find that the familiar stone corridor of the castle had disappeared, replaced by an extremely unfamiliar street scene. A sturdy man in a red uniform and a red hat stood in front of him. Under the lowered brim of the hat were a pair of extremely cold eyes. After seeing Shao Yun, the man suddenly smiled evilly and said, "Why, you want to seek revenge on me? You wish!"

"What?" Shao Yun was shocked. "Revenge for what? Who are you?"

"Stop it! Watch my fist!" Without saying a word, the man raised his fist and hit Shao Yun on the head.

"No, you're mistaken, I don't know you!" Shao Yun burst into tears in fear, but the unfamiliar street was now filled with cheers and even the sounds of betting.

"Ah! No——!" Shao Yun screamed.