When the end-of-life embrace is at its most dangerous, he will instinctively hug...
Wen Zichuan is a voice actor. Because his childhood was not so happy, he developed an emotional perception that is superior to others due to the difficulties in life.
But he had never been so sad as he was today because of his keen emotional perception. The pain Cheng Sizhou felt when he breathed was like dense needles, piercing his alveoli and throat.
"I'll tell my mom I'm not going back for dinner. Come with me."
"Where are you going?"
"I'll take you out to play."
The Wen family lives in the old city east of Fengbo. Although the living environment is not as good as the new city west of Fengbo, it is the place with the most festive atmosphere during the New Year.
Wen Zichuan took Cheng Sizhou to the city center. Most of the shops on both sides of the street were open, especially the large shopping malls. Not only were they open, they also launched various promotional activities, for fear of missing out on a good opportunity to make money.
Cheng Sizhou had already prepared the payment code, so no matter what Zichuan wanted to buy, he would pay for it.
Perhaps doing this would make him feel a little better. After all, Zichuan had suffered too much injustice in front of his parents and in front of his master and mistress.
But Wen Zichuan just looked the whole time. Whether he liked it or was curious, he didn't buy anything.
At the same time, he also realized that although Cheng Sizhou followed him closely, he had no interest in anything and his mood had fallen to the bottom.
"Brother Zhou, what did you do during the Chinese New Year when you were a kid?" He deliberately found a topic to talk about.
"I have to go to the Children's Palace to learn painting before and after the New Year," Cheng Sizhou bent his fingers and pressed his solar plexus. "Besides that, I'll stay at my master's house for a few days, then visit relatives in turn to pay New Year's greetings and have meals. After finishing my homework, school will almost start again."
"Don't you want to play games? When I was in elementary school, a classmate's family bought a Subor. Every time we had a holiday, we would go to his house to play games."
"Yes, my family bought a computer a long time ago. But the only time I don't get scolded is when... An Yi comes to my house and I play games with her."
For the Cheng family, Jiang Anyi was a guest, and it was the most honorable thing to take out the best things in the house to entertain the guest.
Only by getting this respectability can Cheng Sizhou "enjoy" a moment of relaxation and happiness.
But all these joys ended in the autumn of the millennium, with the "girl kidnapping case."
They probably didn't like crowds, so they tacitly walked towards a less crowded place, passed through a long alley that was neither wide nor narrow, and saw an extremely old shopping mall building in front of them.
"Zhong Limei Shopping Mall," Wen Zichuan looked around. Compared to the nationally renowned chain store he just passed, this 20-year-old mall could be described as sparsely populated. "I used to come here often when I was a kid. There used to be a movie theater upstairs. Back then, movie tickets were only five yuan each."
"Do you want to go up? I'll accompany you." Cheng Sizhou asked.
"Let's go up and take a look." Wen Zichuan said.
The two of them took the escalator and went up one floor at a time. Most of the shops were closed, and the few that were open were mostly mobile phone recycling and stationery wholesale stores.
“That’s…?”
When he reached the sixth floor, Wen Zichuan discovered that it was no longer a cinema. Everywhere he looked was decorated with colorful and highly saturated colors, simulating elements such as primitive jungles, carnivorous plants, tigers, leopards, and jackals.
When you get closer, you will see a purple "big spider" hanging at the main entrance, and on the spider web next to it are written: Immersive Magic Theater.
"It's a theater. Do you want to see it?" Wen Zichuan asked Cheng Sizhou.
"If you want to go, go. If you don't want to go, don't go." Cheng Sizhou replied.
At this time, a man in a suit and tie emerged from behind the "Man-Piranha Plant". He had very small eyes, and when he smiled, it made people doubt whether he could see people.
"Hello, gentlemen. This is the immersive magic theater. We are having a promotion today. There is a 20% discount for teams of two. Come and experience it! It's a great deal!" The man was extremely enthusiastic.
"Why are you opening a shop here? Zhong Limei is too old and not many people come here." Wen Zichuan asked casually.
"Although it's old, the rent is cheap. You'll know once you try it. It's definitely worth the trip." The man patted his chest and promised.
"Then, let's try it?" Wen Zichuan still asked Cheng Sizhou for his opinion.
"Okay." Cheng Sizhou nodded.
They followed the man, bought tickets at the information desk, and were then taken into a small, dark room.
Soon, the roar of a wild beast was heard, and the room was gradually illuminated by light. The two seemed to be in a swampy wasteland, ready to deal with unknown dangers at any time.
Wen Zichuan records dramas in the studio every day. The scenes depicted in the dramas can only be restored by imagination. He didn't expect that this immersive theater could make the imagined scenes become reality, which is quite interesting.
"Brother Zhou, hurry up! There's a canoe over there!"
The flood came from the left side, so they hid on the right side. There was a hornet's nest on the right side. As soon as they approached, hundreds of hornets flew out and chased them.
"Zichuan...! Be careful!"
"It's okay, it's all fake, just hold my hand."
If children came to play, they would probably be frightened by such realistic effects, but they were adults, and after taking a few closer looks, they realized that those images were made from 3D movies and were nothing big.
But this theater occupies an entire floor, so it’s naturally not that simple.
As the plot progresses, they are not just walking around in circles in a small room, but are following the instructions and moving forward.
"There's an elevator up ahead." Cheng Sizhou suddenly said.
"Elevator? How can you tell it's an elevator?" Wen Zichuan didn't notice.
"The walls of the room are painted with latex paint. The elevator has load-bearing requirements, and the walls are metal plates sprayed with white paint, so there is a difference in color."
"It's so dark here, you..."
Wen Zichuan didn't ask any more questions. This was not the first time he had experienced how powerful Brother Zhou's eyes were.
Not only can it identify very subtle color differences, but its recognition effect is also not compromised regardless of bright or dark environments.
There is an elevator, proving that the theater has more than one floor.
Cheng Sizhou held Wen Zichuan's hand tightly. He was not afraid of those bizarre scenes, nor was he worried about going to strange places. As long as he could be with Zichuan, he didn't care about anything.
"We're here. Let's move on." Wen Zichuan's fingers were clenched so tightly that they hurt, but he endured it and didn't ask for them to be released.
The subsequent plot is even more bizarre. They waded through the snow and actually came to a primitive tribe.
The tribal chief, holding a golden staff, invites the audience to join them, first dancing around the bonfire and then participating in the ceremony of worshiping their ancestors.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened!
The primitive people gathered towards them like a tide and asked them to walk to the altar. It turned out that they were not visitors participating in the sacrifice, but sacrifices chosen by the chief.
"Brother Zhou, what should we do? Let's run away!" Wen Zichuan was extremely immersed in the role.
"Okay, let's escape." Cheng Sizhou cooperated very well.
The two men jumped down from the other side of the altar, and there was a "click" sound, which seemed to trigger some mechanism.
Cheng Sizhou instinctively hugged Wen Zichuan, and the sudden feeling of weightlessness made his back chill.
Did they... miss the target?!
"Brother Zhou——!" Wen Zichuan shouted in the darkness.
"Don't move!" Cheng Sizhou felt a sharp pain on his forehead. He must have bumped into something and was injured.
Fortunately, the falling distance was not too high, and he willingly acted as a cushion to protect Wen Zichuan in his arms.
Wen Zichuan quickly took out his cell phone and turned on the flashlight, and found that the two of them had fallen on the linen cushion, while Cheng Sizhou had fallen to the side with his eyes closed and not moved.
"Brother Zhou! Brother Zhou, how are you?!" Although according to common sense, this height plus the cushioning would not cause anyone to get hurt, Wen Zichuan was still scared out of his wits and was about to cry.
"It's okay, I just feel a little dizzy." Cheng Sizhou spoke, but his tone was extremely weak.
"How can you say it's okay?!" Wen Zichuan helped him up and let him lean on him. "What a lousy theater! If they've designed it with mechanisms, why don't they have any protective measures at all?!"
"Zichuan, I'm really fine, don't move, let me lean on you for a while."
Wen Zichuan felt that since the man didn't even have the strength to speak, he couldn't be okay, so he raised the flashlight and looked him up from head to toe. Finally, he felt a big lump in the hair on the upper left side of his forehead.
"You're saying it's okay?! It's all swollen!"
"It's just a bump. Didn't you do that when you were a kid? Just scoop out some lard and smear it on the bump."
"No! Let's go out and settle the score with them!"
"No, let me stay here, let me stay for a while, okay?"
Wen Zichuan said nothing, turned off the flashlight, and hugged him quietly in the dark.
Like the escape rooms currently on the market, there are night vision cameras hidden in each scene. Their fall should have been seen, and an NPC will come to take them out in a few minutes.
But Cheng Sizhou didn't really want to go out.
"You've seen it a long time ago. There's a mechanism under the platform, right?" Wen Zichuan's nose felt sore. He also felt the feeling of weightlessness just now, but in just a moment, he fell into another solid embrace.
"It's not that early. I saw it when you jumped." Cheng Sizhou said slowly.
"If there's not a cushion below, but an elevator shaft or a cliff, and I jump, will you jump too?"
"Dance, don't you want me to accompany you?"
"You...are so stupid."
"If you drop your head, you won't be smart anymore."
Wen Zichuan suppressed the urge to cry and clenched his hand: "But I like silly ones."
As they were talking, a secret door was opened, and the strong light made both of them squint.
"Gentlemen, I'm so sorry!" The squinting man called in a staff member and helped them up. "I'm so sorry. It was our mistake. There was originally a layer of ocean balls on the cushion, but there was a malfunction with the switch, so the ocean balls didn't fall down. I'm so sorry!"
Wen Zichuan said with a cold face: "Next time, please check it carefully before inviting people in to play."
The squinting man bowed repeatedly: "Excuse me, excuse me, please go out and have a rest and a drink to calm your nerves, okay? We will refund the full amount of your tickets. Please forgive us..."
Before he could finish his words, Cheng Sizhou suddenly staggered and fell towards Wen Zichuan again, falling unconscious.
When he woke up, he was covered in white sheets and blankets. He glanced at the blue curtains by the window and the red crosses on various objects, and he knew that he was in the hospital again.
As he was struggling to sit up, someone suddenly held his arm down.
"Don't move, this is Fengbo's hospital." Wen Zichuan stayed by his bed and reminded him in a low voice.
"What's wrong with me?" Apart from feeling dizzy and nauseous, Cheng Sizhou didn't feel anything else.
"It's New Year's Day, and you can't even get enough sleep," Wen Zichuan gritted his teeth, almost hating him. "The doctor said if you keep going any longer, you'll die suddenly."
"It's not that serious, I..." Cheng Sizhou smiled bitterly and swallowed the rest of his words.
He didn't want to act pitiful in front of Wen Zichuan. Since he had already planned to be good to Zichuan and take care of him for the rest of his life, he had to stand in front of him firmly and firmly at any time.
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