37 Cave 21 || Exit 3
Xu Yaoyu paused in her speech and noticed that several people were staring at her in disbelief. She waved her hand casually, "You guys keep discussing. I feel uncomfortable. I feel much better when I curse."
Lin Haichen gave her a thumbs up and said, "Let's get back to the topic. What should we do next?"
"Where are you all?" Tian Yiyi looked at the seat numbers.
Xu Yaoyu: "I'm row 8, seat 16."
Lin Haichen: "Row 14, No. 1."
Old Man Li: "I, I'm in row 20, seat 5."
Jing Ning looked at Yan Shuang and asked, "How much are you?"
Yan Shuang had been choking on the cigarette and had been out of his mind. When Jing Ning asked him about it, he suddenly seemed to react and took a look at the ticket. "Row 1, seat 14..."
The faces of several people turned ugly in an instant. Not only was the first row close to the stage, but Liu Hu was also in the first row when the accident happened.
Yan Shuang certainly knew what the first row meant, and he thought he would be flustered and panicked. On the contrary, he was now very calm.
He looked at Jing Ning and said jokingly, "It's not certain that anything will happen in the first row."
Jing Ning ignored him. Yan Shuang couldn't tell what he was thinking, but she could clearly feel that he was a little unhappy, so she shut up in boredom.
"This is a stupid fucking game!" Xu Yaoyu cursed.
"After entering, find a mirror as quickly as possible," Jing Ning said. "When the drum sounds, if you really can't hold on any longer, sit down. I'm not sure if I can get up after sitting down, but I try to prolong the time."
Jing Ning stepped into the theater after he finished speaking. Lin Haicheng followed and helped Old Man Li up. "Let's go in and look for the mirror. It must be inside the theater."
There was still some time before the performance began, and the entire theater was shrouded in red light. Perhaps it was Yan Shuang's illusion, but he felt that the light today was more dazzling and redder than before.
Liu Hu's bloodstains disappeared, but the dilapidated sedan chair was still in its original position, like a murder weapon.
Jing Ning had already entered the theater and began to look around.
Tian Yiyi searched every table from the last one open, up and down, almost taking the chairs off. "This theater is too big, the mirror can't be hidden under the floor."
Jing Ning seemed not to hear and was still searching everywhere. Yan Shuang was not idle either. Now that she had almost recovered her condition, she also joined the search.
"It's not impossible. Wasn't the door to the previous game hidden in a box?" Xu Yaoyu replied to Tian Yiyi.
Several people searched quickly in each row of chairs, and when Jing Ning looked at the last seat, they still couldn't find the mirror.
Old man Li struggled to stand up by holding on to the armrest of his chair and said, "If the mirror is in the theater, it must be a place you normally wouldn't touch easily."
Jing Ning looked around. The mirror was clearly in the theater, but he couldn't find it. It was like the feeling of helplessness when the answer was right in front of you, but you just couldn't see it.
Yan Shuang strode onto the stage, not caring about the danger, and reached out to grab the curtain of the sedan chair and lifted it up.
Old man Li's words just reminded a few people that they should not touch anything easily, as there were only the stage and the murderous sedan chair.
But often things go against one's wishes and the sedan chair is empty.
The hope that had just been ignited was ruthlessly extinguished.
"Tear down the stage." Lin Haichen took off his coat and moved the wooden blocks with his bare hands. "These places have never been searched before."
Everyone worked together. The wooden boards on the stage were easy to break apart due to age and dampness. However, the stage was too large and time was tight, so they had to work faster. They barely managed to finish the demolition, and everyone was exhausted, their limbs aching, and they collapsed on the ground.
Lin Haichen took off his glasses and rubbed his sweat-soaked eyes. The steam rising from the lenses blurred his vision. He was about to speak, his Adam's apple rolling up and down when a dull drumbeat suddenly ripped through the frozen air.
“Bang—”
Here we come!
The Grim Reaper was waving his scythe, approaching step by step.
The drumstick seemed to hit everyone's temples directly.
Lin Haichen clenched his back teeth tightly, and the sweet smell of blood oozed from his gums.
Xu Yaoyu huddled on the ground in agony, her slender fingers digging into her earlobes, her nails scratching bloody marks on her pale skin. Her mouth gaped open like a stranded fish, yet no sound emanated.
"What should I do?" Tian Yiyi's voice trembled as she yelled. The veins on her palms bulged as she supported herself on the ground, and the muscles in her forearms stretched sharply beneath her honey-colored skin.
Lin Haicheng shook off the sweat-stuck hair on his forehead, adjusted his breathing, and a cold light flashed behind his glasses. He squeezed out a word from between his teeth, "Look for it!"
“Dongdong——”
The second drumbeat followed.
Jing Ning's knuckles turned white, his clenched fists loosened and tightened, and he looked at the entire theater with cold eyes.
Yan Shuang's temples throbbed, and his eardrums were filled with the roar of rushing blood. This was a sign of severe brain congestion. He stumbled back two steps, his back hitting the cold wall, but he felt no pain, only a feeling as if water was flowing on his face, and his entire vision began to blur.
"Cough... cough... cough..." He tried to breathe, but his mouth only tasted of rust. The simple act of raising his arm felt like lifting a thousand-pound weight, every nerve protesting. But he stubbornly raised his hand, sloppily wiping the water off his face. Unfortunately, it was like an endless supply; the more he wiped, the more it came.
"Water?" Yan Shuang thought slowly. She simply gave up wiping it off and let her arm fall down helplessly, only then did she see the blood all over her hand.
The liquid was warm and thick, with a sickening fishy smell. It wasn't water, it was blood flowing from my facial features.
Blood was pouring out of his eyes, nose, and mouth, as if it was draining him from the inside out. Yan Shuang suddenly remembered watching TV shows where people died from bleeding from all seven orifices. At the time, she had thought it was exaggerated and ridiculous, but now she knew it was actually true.
He is going to die here.
"Fuck..." He cursed silently. If he had known earlier, he would have spent the huge five-digit sum in Yu'e Bao before entering the game. What a huge loss!
Yan Shuang's consciousness was slowly leaving his body, blood had already flowed into his trachea, and every breath was accompanied by a terrible gurgling sound.
"Xiao Shuang, Xiao Shuang..."
The voice seemed to come from far away, yet it also seemed to echo directly into his mind. Yan Shuang's body trembled, and his pupils shrank slightly. He heard his parents' voices. It had been so long since they left. Ever since the car accident, he had locked all memories of his parents deep in his heart, never daring to touch them again.
Yan Shuang suddenly felt like crying, but he couldn't even muster that physiological reaction. "Dad... Mom... I miss you..." He cried in his heart, but unfortunately, his throat was blocked by blood and he couldn't make a sound.
Yan Shuang closed his eyes in pain. The sound of the drums became increasingly distant, but the sound of a suona rang in his ears, followed by a terrifying laugh. It was definitely not a sound made by a human, sharp and eerie: "Will you marry me..."
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