Infinite Script Killing

"jingle!"

Pushing open the glass door in front of you, you will see a coffee shop-like furnishing in front of you.

Eerie murals hang on the walls.

"welcome!"

A woman stood up from the front desk. Xu Tong took out the invitation card in his hand and glanced at the woman. Her oval face, curved eyebrows, and iconic facial features made her look very comfortable and friendly.

I don't know if it's because of the lighting, but the woman's skin looks particularly pale. The whiteness makes people a little tired, like a low-quality toffee. Although it is very sweet, the taste is not pleasant.

"You are so lucky. A round of scripts is about to start. You can go to the hall to take a rest first."

The woman smiled very sweetly, but in Xu Tong's eyes it was something else.

He stared at the woman, and the expression on his face gradually changed from kindness to seriousness, and then seriousness slowly turned into disappointment.

unnatural!

No matter the stiff movements, the smile on her face, or even her voice, she doesn't look like a front desk customer service person. This has nothing to do with professionalism, nor does it have anything to do with her identity and mood. There are two people inside and outside. Words, deliberate.

But it was precisely this poor acting that made Xu Tong even more interesting.

Perhaps it was Xu Tong's scrutinizing gaze that made the woman feel uncomfortable, and the smile on her face gradually faded: "Sir, do you have any questions?"

"hey-hey!!"

Xu Tong grinned with white teeth and smiled mysteriously at the woman. Without waiting for the woman to ask any more questions, he turned around and walked towards the hall.

Watching his leaving figure, the expression on the woman's face suddenly darkened. She quickly took out the mirror and looked left and right for a moment, then put the mirror down suspiciously and said to herself: "It's not cracked either? "

After saying that, he couldn't help but think of Xu Tong's sly smile, and he felt more and more annoyed in his heart. He glanced sideways in the direction of the hall, and his eyes turned red.

"We're finally here. Do you have any sense of punctuality? You're almost ten minutes late!!"

There were three men and one woman in the hall. When Xu Tong walked in, the fat man sitting on the sofa slapped his thigh with an expression like he was waiting for you.

Facing the fat man's impatient expression, the young man wearing glasses and dressed as a student turned embarrassed. He lowered his head in embarrassment and said, "Um...this is not my classmate."

"If it's not, then it's not. It just fills the vacancy, so I won't wait for him."

The fat man looked at the young man with disgust: "If it weren't for the fact that five people were needed to play the script this time, how long could we have waited for him??"

The young man knew that he was in the wrong, so he could not explain himself, so he could only lower his head and remain silent.

Xu Tong took a look at the young man dressed as a student, and after thinking about it, he still didn't tell him that your classmate had passed away at a young age, almost as long as you lived.

When another young man saw this, he quickly stood up and smoothed things over: "Okay, okay, are you here to play? Don't get upset over trivial matters."

After speaking, he turned around and introduced himself to Xu Tong: "My name is Zhang Hao. I am a UP host. I came here specifically to shoot material."

"Xu Tong!" He nodded and introduced briefly.

At the same time, he looked at the woman beside him. The woman was about thirty years old. She was wearing black business attire and black-rimmed glasses. She was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

In response to Xu Tong's gaze, the woman just smiled, nodded and said softly: "Zhou Yu."

"My name is Li Bo, just call me Brother Bo. I am an old man who often plays script killing."

The fat man put down his mobile phone, touched the big gold chain around his neck with one hand and said: "This store has sent me an invitation card a long time ago. If it's fun, I will become a member here. If you want to play often in the future, you can come to me. "

"Wang Shaohui is a student of our University of Science and Technology. I just have time to come and try it." The young man said shyly.

"Hey, if you haven't played before, just ask if you have any questions. Don't mess around on your own."

Li Bo was originally very dissatisfied with Wang Shaohui, but after hearing his tone, it seemed that he had never played script killing, he crossed his legs even more impatiently.

Zhang Hao patted Wang Shaohui on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "It's not difficult at all. Script killing has only become popular recently. To put it simply, under a big script, everyone has his or her own identity and script. According to the Just follow our script process."

In fact, the earliest prototype of script killing was a game hall like the House of Horrors. Later, someone had a whim and added the setting of script into it. Everyone had their own setting and plot, and over time it evolved into The script killing experience center is currently very popular.

And in recent years, the types of script killing are no longer limited to the original brain-burning suspense style. Many top scripts are often those that are easy to read, such as "The Onion" and other scripts.

However, no matter how popular it is, it is still a niche game.

After all, even a small script will take at least two hours of work, and a big script will take three to four hours.

Besides, there are fewer and fewer good scripts nowadays. Except for a few popular scripts, it is rare to encounter a good script anymore.

This is also a fatal blow to a UP leader who mainly focuses on script killing.

That’s why when I received the script-killing invitation card from this company and was told that there was a new script, I took the trouble to take the two-hour train from the neighboring city, plus an hour via Didi.

If it weren't for the fact that this place only accepts players with invitation cards, he would definitely choose a few familiar old players to play together instead of such a temporary group of strangers.

In order to successfully collect enough materials, Zhang Hao had to enthusiastically act as a peacemaker.

Xu Tong sat on the sofa and picked up a magazine. After scanning everyone, his eyes finally focused on the magazine in his hand.

The magazines here seem to be custom-made in the store, and they contain stills of various ghosts and monsters.

I flipped through two pages and saw that although they were stills, they were full of realism, with weird and weird backgrounds, and some of the photos were even taken on cemeteries.

At this time, Xu Tong suddenly raised his eyebrows and stared intently at the magazine, which showed a black and white photo of a human face hanging from the beam. The facial features on the face were painfully twisted together, giving people an extremely strong feeling. A sense of impact.

The fat man Li Bo was sitting next to Xu Tong. Seeing him looking at the magazine in his hand silently, he turned his head to take a look. After seeing the photos in the magazine, he couldn't help but grinned and said: "The photo is not bad, but His expression is too exaggerated, if I were to take the photo, I would definitely do it better than him."

After hearing what Li Bo said, Xu Tong picked up the magazine in his hand and compared it with Li Bo's face. He smiled and shook his head: "You are not suitable for this role."

Li Bo was stunned. Although he knew the other party was joking, he still felt something weird that he couldn't explain.

So he didn't ask any more questions about what kind of role he was suitable for. Instead, he looked at the time on his watch and shouted impatiently: "Okay, okay, why don't we start when everyone is here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a buzzing sound of the door being pushed open in everyone's ears.

"Buzz~~"

A red light shone from the entrance of the hall. Everyone looked and saw a woman wearing a cheongsam standing at the entrance of the hall, looking at them with a smile.

"Hello everyone, I am the host of this script killing. The game is ready to start. Come in and get ready."

The woman's voice is very soft, giving off the feeling of a Jiangnan water town. The bright red cheongsam and the swallowtail hairstyle are all eye-catching, as if the woman in the movie "Shanghai Beach" has stepped out of the screen.

The fat man looked back at the host and couldn't move his eyes away immediately. He stared at the round and plump breasts on the host's chest, which almost made him drool.

"Okay, okay, let's get started!"

The fat man stood up and walked inside, followed closely by the others.

Xu Tong walked a little slower, followed the crowd with his hands in his pockets, and stepped into the small door with one foot.

"Wow!"

The long corridor has carefully framed stills hanging on both sides.

Looking at the stills hanging on the wall, Zhang Hao couldn't help but take a deep breath. As a senior script killer player, this was the first time he felt uncomfortable looking at these stills.

When his eyes noticed a still photo with a black background, he stopped in place.

When there was only one knotted rope on it, Zhang Hao instinctively felt his throat tightening, as if the rope had been wrapped around his neck. An unstoppable chill ran through his body, causing him to turn his head subconsciously. I dare not look any further.

The group of people walked through the corridor, but in front of them were five separate doors.

"Everyone can choose one room, which contains the characters and scripts you will play this time."

The host's voice was still melodious and melodious. The fat man Li Bo felt numb all over his body. He walked up to the host and said with a smile: "Do you need to change your clothes? I mean, is there a size as big as mine?" ?”

As he spoke, he pulled his collar with his fingers, trying to make his big gold chain more conspicuous.

The host danced with the paper fan in his hand, raised his eyebrows slightly, and his peach-blossom eyes almost seemed to pull out the fat man's soul: "Don't worry, there must be clothes for you to wear."

"Okay, okay, okay."

The fat man nodded happily, turned around and walked straight into the room on the left.

Followed by Zhou Yu, he opened a door and walked in without looking back. Looking at Zhou Yu's back as he closed the door, Xu Tong narrowed his eyelids thoughtfully.

Wang Shaohui and Zhang Hao chose gates 3 and 2 on the left.

Looking at the only remaining door, Xu Tong's eyes gradually became intense. He stepped forward and pushed it gently. After the door was pushed open, a table and chairs were placed in a room of about ten square meters.

Looking at the simple furnishings in the room, Xu Tong gradually frowned.

He walked to the table and slowly put his hand on the box. As the box was slowly opened by him, before he could see clearly what was in the box, the light in the room in front of him suddenly flashed a few times and suddenly went out. .

power cut?

In confusion, a gray-white lamppost suddenly shone down from above.

Xu Tong tilted his head and looked into the light...

"Yo!!"

Behind him, he didn't know when a black coffin appeared. One end of the coffin was facing him, with the word "Longevity" written on it.

Some detailed changes were made, and the protagonist's name was changed from Xu Feng to Xu Tong.