Death of the White Swan.
The yellow tiger looked at the mouse and said, "You hate the white swan, don't you?"
This sentence immediately touched the hearts of the two people present, but the antelope did not show any emotion, while the mouse's whiskers began to tremble rapidly and uncontrollably.
The antelope stared at her trembling beard and said slowly: "Don't worry, we won't tell anyone."
It was like a reassurance, "We have the same goal and will definitely become good partners."
The mouse looked at the antelope, then at the tiger, and asked, "What do you want me to do?"
"Don't worry, it's not a serious matter of murder or arson." The antelope slowly walked to her side, put his hands on her shoulders, and whispered in her ear, as if to bewitch her, "You just need to give us your whiskers, and then take the tendon from the gray rabbit's ear."
Her head was on the mouse's shoulder. Because of her height, her back was arched. Her eyes met the tiger's and she smiled, as if to say - happy cooperation.
"The White Swan will repay her debt with her death." The antelope patted the mouse's shoulders twice. "The director will help us, so you don't need to worry."
The mouse was impressed.
If it was just the antelope, she might have wavered, but now there was a tiger.
The more accomplices you have, the safer you are.
"good."
[Filming of "The Last Supper" completed - Mouse: Dancer on the Mousetrap.]
"The beard must be plucked out naturally, not cut." The antelope said to the tiger.
The player in the tiger shell nodded. Now his mission was clear. As a guy who was in cahoots with the corrupt, he had no conscience.
The mouse sat on the sofa and closed his eyes: "Come on."
Have you ever plucked the hairs on your lips? You can clearly feel the skin being pulled by these tiny hairs, causing a sharp pain similar to that of having a nail clipper cut off a small piece of flesh.
The deeper the beard is rooted, the more painful it is to pull it out.
Through the tiger's eyes, players can clearly see the mouse's trembling beak and its hands tightly grasping the hem of her skirt. The pain makes her shed physiological tears involuntarily.
When the whiskers were pulled out, the black, thickened ends were clinging to pink flesh scraps, and a small hole was left on the mouse's cheek, from which beads of blood oozed.
A total of six whiskers were pulled out, with skin and flesh still attached.
The player didn't let them stay in his hands for too long and quickly handed them over to the antelope who was watching coldly from the side.
Watching her leave with her whiskers, the mouse took a few tissues and casually wiped the blood off his fur. "You still need a tendon from the gray rabbit's ear, right?"
Perhaps with the mentality that if I don't have a good life, no one else can have an easy life either, she actually laughed inexplicably when she asked this question.
The player shook himself, nodded, and walked out with her in silence.
There was a strong, unknown fishy smell in the dressing room. The dwarf rabbit assistant seemed to have not expected someone to suddenly come in. He hurried out with his head lowered, holding new clothes in his hands.
"It's really just nature." This was said to the gray rabbit. The mouse looked at the sofa in the room with a look of disgust.
"You know it's nature." Gray Rabbit didn't think this was an insult or sarcasm. He noticed the mouse's face and asked, "Where's your beard?"
"Pull it out." She gestured to the gray rabbit to look at the door, where the tiger was still standing.
"Director?" A different expression appeared on Gray Rabbit's face. After a brief moment of surprise, he regained his composure. "What brings you here?"
"Tsk." The mouse snorted.
Gray Rabbit's dressing room is very messy. This mess is not because it has not been cleaned for a long time or there is a lot of garbage piled up. It is more like an artistic effect with a kind of elusive beauty.
The player slowly told the story. Gray Rabbit raised his hand and touched his ear, frowning: "Honestly, I can definitely afford the 800,000. Why should I suffer?"
There was no hatred between him and the White Swan. He was simply photographed and it was all bought out.
The mouse didn't say anything, obviously intending to let the yellow tiger solve the problem.
[Filming of "The Last Supper" Completed - Rabbit: There are no outsiders in good movies]
At this time, players often have many choices, perhaps persuasion, perhaps threats, or perhaps... violence. In short, success or failure depends on their own abilities.
The mouse stood aside and looked at the gray rabbit that was pressed to the ground. An emotion called fear finally appeared in his eyes, which made the mouse feel extremely happy.
The dagger was left over from the previous fox mission. When the player went to pick up the fox's nose, he took a dagger and stuffed it into his waistband. That's why he decisively chose to solve the problem with violence at this time.
The gray rabbit's ears were tightly grasped by a pair of hands. There was only a thin layer of cloth on the ears, so it required great care to cut it open.
"ah-"
He opened his mouth to scream, but the mouse quickly grabbed a piece of clothing that someone had dropped and stuffed it into his mouth.
A large amount of blood flowed out of the small wound, staining Tiger's hand red. He used the tip of the dagger to pick out a green tendon, cut off one end, and let it protrude from the wound like a thread.
Then, grab the thread with your other hand and pull it out.
With a pop, the blue veins on the forearm were torn off, and the rabbit fell limply into the tiger's palm. The gray rabbit had fainted.
Tiger stood up from the ground by grabbing his tendons, breathing heavily, his fingertips trembling slightly, and his eyes red with excitement.
The mouse took the blue vein from his hand and looked at it in a daze, perhaps remembering his whiskers.
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