Talking is tiring
The memory teacher finally understood why her classmates had to bring the timid ones along when they played escape rooms or told ghost stories at school.
When she was playing the pseudo-human test herself, she also saw a dark shadow flash in front of the small camera window, but her reaction was not as big as Bai Cha's.
After Bai Cha screamed, Whiskey was no longer nervous. He even scolded Bai Cha: "It's just a game, why are you screaming!"
"Didn't you see something coming along the camera?" Bai Cha's voice began to tremble.
Cuihua comforted him: "It's a special effect of the game, it's okay."
Cuihua helped Baicha move the computer back.
Everyone started watching the video, and Bai Cha screamed again when the fake girl appeared at the end.
When the exam came to the last set of photos, they finally had a disagreement.
On the screen is a melancholy man with normal eyes and a pseudo-human girl without burns.
Bai Cha was so scared that she was at a loss: "Both of them are fake, how can I choose?"
"If you ask me, I won't choose it. Isn't this cheating?" Whiskey was very unhappy.
The Memory Master said, "But the rules say you can't abstain from voting."
No one was willing to take the lead in analyzing which one to choose, and the game didn't give them much time to hesitate. The soft music suddenly became urgent, and the two photos slowly enlarged.
"Choose quickly! Choose!" The timid Bai Cha collapsed first.
Cuihua immediately expressed her opinion: "I vote for a girl!"
Without waiting for the rest of the people to vote, the mute decisively clicked the mouse to choose the fake girl.
The two photos stopped growing, and Whiskey leaned back in his chair, relaxing: "It's over."
The mechanical female voice said gently: "The following is the last question of this exam. Please answer it carefully."
Whiskey's back stiffened.
On the screen were the pseudo-human girl with the camera on and the five of them.
"This is really just a game" Bai Cha seemed to be scared and crying.
The game is still insistently playing the voice: "...she will bring you the one you miss."
“Did you see it?”
The strange woman's voice suddenly sounded among them, and Bai Cha was so frightened that she couldn't even scream.
The illusionist was also shocked: "You are not dumb"
That’s right, the person who just asked the question was the mute sitting in the middle.
"Why are you pretending to be dumb?" Whiskey asked.
The mute did not answer their questions. She pulled back the laptop that Cuihua had put away and looked for something on the screen eagerly.
The other people were frightened by her and stayed away from her.
The illusionist approached her and asked: "What did you see?"
The mute leaned close to the screen, picked up the mouse and clicked a few times randomly. The game didn't respond at all, so the mute increased the frequency of his clicks.
"Don't go out for a week..."
The mechanical female voice in the game became stuck and the computer was almost crashed by her clicking, so Jing Ke quickly rescued the computer.
"What on earth did you see?"
The mute became mute again, put down the mouse in his hand without saying a word, and sat back in his seat.
Bai Cha sat down next to her: "I saw it too, and I thought it was just an illusion because I was too scared."
The mute turned his head slightly to look at Bai Cha, who seemed to be encouraged: "I saw my deceased aunt, she was the only person in the family who didn't hate me."
Overwhelmed by fear and longing, Bai Cha finally burst into tears after saying this. The mute spoke again: "What I saw was my father."
Cuihua asked carefully: "Your father also passed away"
The mute just nodded without saying anything, and Bai Cha cried even louder.
Whiskey burst out: "Why are you crying like a woman! And you, why are you pretending to be dumb?"
His finger almost touched the mute's nose, and the mute said calmly: "Talking is tiring."
The Memory Master was amused. The first words the Mute typed on his phone were: I am not in a position to speak, call me Mute.
Instead of: I can't speak, I'm mute.
This is a wonderful play on words.
"You're lying to everyone and you think you're justified," Whiskey said sternly.
"yes."
Whiskey probably never thought that he would get such a righteous answer. He turned off his anger and said, "Psychopath, I won't bother with you."
He urged Jing Ke: "Hurry up and move on to the next step. I don't want to work with a mental patient."
Just as the game voice finished playing, the small box on the table was automatically unlocked.
Jing Ke took out a host manual and studied it for a while.
It was called a manual, but in fact it was a thin piece of paper sandwiched between the front and back covers. Jing Ke read it over and over again from top to bottom and from left to right.
Although the illusionist couldn't see his expression because of the mask and glasses, he could feel that he was frowning and looking troubled.
Cuihua, who was closest to him, urged him again, and Jing Ke finally came to his senses: "Draw the character first."
He placed the five cards with their backs facing up in a ring: "The words on the front of the cards are in five colors, black, red, yellow, blue, and green. The five cards form a ring, with only a sequence, no starting point and no end point."
"After you draw the card, look at your color clearly. Do not show the card to others and do not talk."
Five people came forward to draw cards.
Jing Ke added: "Although the circle has no starting point, our speeches must have a starting point. The remaining cards in my hand have five colors. Whichever card is drawn, that color will speak first."
He shuffled the cards carefully and pointed them at the illusionist: "I shuffle the cards and you draw them. This is the fairest way."
The Memory Master drew a card, turned it over and found it was red.
Jing Ke's hand was empty: "Everyone's cards have two sentences printed on them. Take the red card as an example. The first sentence is simply called Red 1, and the second sentence is simply called Red 2."
"Perform two skits in the order of red, yellow, blue, green and black. The first skit is red 1, yellow 1, blue 1, green 1, black 1. The second skit is red 2, yellow 2, blue 2, green 2, black 2."
Everyone sat in a circle and the first skit began.
Memory Master (Red): "I am a 'human', you can call me a human."
White Tea (yellow): "Forgive me, I really have nowhere to say such a strange thing, but I feel like I'm being stared at by something that's not human but wants to be human. I'll call it a pseudo-human for now."
Dumb (Blue): "There are even stranger things. For example, I recently started to doubt whether I am still a human being. I might be a fake person who has successfully replaced a human being."
Whiskey (Green): "I don't know what the difference is between a human and a fake human, but a fake human must know that he is a fake human, because becoming a human is not as simple as changing your face to look like a human."
Cuihua (black): "What is a fake person? I live the same life day after day. I wish there was a fake person to replace me."
The second skit followed.
Memory Master (Red): "I am myself."
Bai Cha (yellow): "I always feel like there is something behind me imitating my every move. One day I ran into a strange-looking person in the neighborhood. The strange person asked me: 'Can you rate my appearance?'"
Dumb (blue): "I recently developed a hobby of looking in the mirror, especially at night. I found that my face would be distorted in the mirror."
Whiskey (Green): "Being a human is hard and interesting. I found a way to solve it once and for all - I made myself forget that I am not a human."
Cuihua (black): "A person, no matter if it's him or her, if he looks like a human, feels like a human, and speaks like a human, then he is a human."
After the small theater performance, Jing Ke did not explain much. He handed out colorful scripts in five different colors to everyone: "Read it."
The Memory Master flipped open the red cover of the script.
[The organizer of this script-killing event is the fake girl you saw when you were doing the fake test just now.
She replaced one of you before the event.
Your task:
1. Determine whether you are a fake person or a human being.
2. No matter who you are, try to survive to the end. 】
The script only has five lines and can be read at a glance.
Bai Cha, who was standing on the right side of the illusionist, couldn't help but take a step back after reading it. He said tremblingly: "There is a fake person among us, and he doesn't know he is a fake person."
"It's just the game creating a scary atmosphere." The Memory Master comforted him.
The mute shook his head: "I don't think it's fake. If it is fake, what we just saw is nothing."
Both the mute and Bai Cha saw the person they missed, and they were exactly the same as described in the fake person test.
Whiskey laughed at them: "You are under too much mental pressure, and you were frightened by that crappy game and had hallucinations. Let's not hide it. We are all group members. There are a few mentally normal people in the group."
This is true. A suicide group is suspected of organizing collective suicide activities. Nine out of ten group members are from marginalized groups of society who have no relatives and are penniless.
The remaining one among the ten is an adolescent girl like A-Lu, who is the least understood and accepted by people.
The mute's tone was calm: "Then who in the group is mentally ill?"
"Me!" Whiskey bit his tongue, "Who are you? Why should I tell you?"
On the other hand, Cuihua read the script again and again and was a little panicked: "What does it mean to live to the end? Will someone die?"
"How is that possible!" Whiskey sneered, "You are also scared. You were so strong when you passed the steel bars just now."
With the dim light from the computer, the illusionist saw that Whiskey's mask was wet with sweat.
The fact that he was still sweating in the dead of winter showed that he actually believed that the fake person was real and was sweating coldly from nervousness.
Although Whiskey was annoying, he was doing a good enough job of maintaining order by pretending to be strong on the outside but weak on the inside.
In this situation, what is most needed is order. In a disorderly situation, the psychological defenses of people who already want to commit suicide will collapse immediately.
The Memory Master spoke for Whiskey: "Calm down first. Even if you saw your deceased relatives, it might be caused by super powers."
Bai Cha was even more frightened: "So the organizer is really between us. He used his super powers to let me see my aunt's ghost."
The illusionist was having a headache, she didn't understand why Bai Cha always thought of it as a haunted place.
She comforted Bai Cha in another way: "Even if it is really the ghost of your aunt, she loves you so much, how could she hurt you?"
Bai Cha stopped trembling. He took a step forward and returned to the circle formed by everyone.
Cuihua raised her head slowly: "Even if the organizer is really among us, he can't mess things up under everyone's noses. We can't separate from now on."
"Yes, hold on to the end and then go home and wait for the money." This was the first time Whiskey said something non-annoying.
Everyone looked at Jing Ke: "What is the next step?"
Jing Ke didn't participate in their conversation. He kept flipping through the one-page host manual, and he almost made a hole in the thin paper.
He put down the manual: "It's time to collect evidence."
The illusionist was excited: "Is there any evidence about the organizer?"
"Something I can use to protect myself."
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