Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

The elite men obviously did not feel Lin Huai's love for the fishing business. He frowned as if he couldn't understand it: "What?"

"Don't understand? Forget it." Lin Huai stood up, "We have no reason to bring a tow oil bottle that can't even catch fish..."

Chu Tianshu complained to him: "...What kind of obsession do you have with fishing?"

The elite men and doctor women who received rejection could only sip their red medicine face to face. It was obvious to the naked eye that after a life-and-death battle, they could only once again be like a pair of grudges who couldn't understand each other, preventing each other from driving the boat one step ahead and leaving the island.

They ignored the two and got into the boat themselves. The boat went down the river, and Lin Huai sat on the boat, flipping through the "Book of Life" in his hand.

"Look," he pointed to the third story, "the third painting is finished, and the third story is out."

"What kind of story is it?"

"It's another story of a girl cheated by a scumbag man." Lin Huai shrugged, "The heroine is a famous general on the battlefield. She was pierced by her subordinates. She gave up her career for love and married her Phoenix male subordinate. In the end, he was forced to be locked in the house by his subordinates and became a woman in a deep house. The subordinates cheated and married a concubine.

"The first story is that the heroine was eaten by the male lead. The second story is that the heroine was tricked by the male lead and 'married' to the mountain god. The third story is that the heroine was scumbaged by the male lead... ...these three paintings point to the revenge of every woman with a bad life." Chu Tianshu tapped the ship's side with his finger, "and the last of these four stories is 'Ju', and Zhu Pi is the 'hand holding the child,' Growing old with my son'... In connection with these previous stories, I can't help but have a guess..."

Lin Huai turned his head: "What guess?"

Chu Tianshu said: "This story is very likely to be a story between a prince and a princess, which is in line with the ancient style background."

Lin Huai: "Considering the consistency of the painting style, it makes sense."

Chu Tianshu: "At the same time, it is about the sadistic love between men and women. Every story seems to have the flavor of ancient romance and sadism. The sadomasochistic relationship is deeply karmic, love, kill, revenge, and abuse the scum..."

Lin Huai: "You are right...but are you sure that the first three stories are all about sadistic love between men and women? Obviously they are similar to the rule of law in "The ○ in the Palm" and "Beijing City with ○ Sea Sleepless" "The magic realism is bloody..."

Chu Tianshu said: "At the same time, it also involves 'chrysanthemum'. From the second and third stories, the 'flower' is a symbolic concept. The blood splashed on the screen is plum blossoms. , the hair floating under the ice is an orchid, and the blood stained by kneeling on the beach is bamboo, which is related to the appearance of chrysanthemum..."

He looked at Lin Huai, stretched out five fingers and turned: "Is it very similar to the way an electric fan turns?"

Lin Huaixu raised his eyes: "So what?"

"Electric fan, ancient style, wangfei, wangye..." Chu Tianshu said to himself, "I suspect that the last story is a story about a princess being hung on an electric fan by the wangye for three days..."

Lin Huai: "...Ah?"

"And our task is to draw a 'chrysanthemum'." Chu Tianshu said, "In each copy of this game, Li Gui adheres to the concept of blood for blood. Therefore, what we need to do is to survive The owner of the chrysanthemum village, the lord, hang it on the electric fan and let him turn it for three days to get the shadow of the 'chrysanthemum'..."

Lin Huai: "...I don't think so, but let's talk about it."

He stared at the shadow of his right hand in the sun, which was reflected on the deck: "Holding your hand, growing old with your son... Don't you think that the shadow of the hand really looks like a chrysanthemum?"

He moved his slender and flexible fingers, staring at the change of the shadow: "The three prompts given by the previous game have their own meanings. 'Peach's Yaoyao, scorching its flowers', which means that we need to use the villa master The blood splashed into dots to complete the tree full of plum blossoms. "The so-called Yiren is on the water side", which means that the orchid is painted in the water, we need to enter the dreamland, rescue the orchid's corpse in the water, and float in the water with her long hair. Shadows under the ice form orchids."

"Next, it's 'like learning, like grinding.'" Chu Tianshu continued, "Speaking of which, this puzzle is relatively easy to explain, as long as the enemies of Li Gui get down on their knees and lie on the ground. There are long bloodstains on it, which is the so-called 'bamboo', and the violence is in line with the aesthetics..."

"So the last sentence 'hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son' should be... we need to hold the hand of Li Gui?"

Lin Huai looked at his palm, and at the same time, the sound of the boat coming to shore came from the water waves.

Juzhuang has arrived.

Similar to Meilanzhu Sanzhuang, the entire Judao Island is in the bleak autumn wind. In the evening, the setting sun pulled the two of them out of long shadows.

Unlike other islands, there are no mountains or hills on this small island, only one sitting in the middle of the island, one full of red lanterns——

Old-fashioned theater!

This old-style theater, just from the outside, is extremely withered. An old man in a black hood was sitting in front of the theater gate with a lamp.

He bowed his head, as if he was very old, and only leaned on a chair to support a little energy around him. He doesn't look like a living person, but rather like a layer of skin, relying only on the bones of his clothes to support a little bit of his spirit.

Seeing the two coming, he swayed up from the bamboo chair and said hoarsely, "The two of you are also here to watch the show. Cough, cough..."

He coughed hard again, and Lin Huai almost suspected that he was about to cough out his lungs. The moment he raised his hand, Lin Huai noticed a jade ring on his skinny fingers.

The jade ring flashed by, and the old man held the lantern and said to the two of them, "Since you are here to watch the show, come in."

He turned around, and the heavy night was also pressing down at this moment. At this moment, the red lanterns in the courtyard are lit up!

Lanterns illuminated the courtyard. There are hundreds of wooden seats in the courtyard, and a person is sitting on them!

They were all wrapped in body bags, and the whole body was tightly covered, leaving no curves that could identify their body shape, except for one right hand, which protruded from the small hole on the side of the body bag, quietly Settled quietly on the seat handle.

Hundreds of body bags, like white silkworm cocoons, sat quietly in the courtyard.

The theater was supposed to be a lively occasion, but these body bags turned out to be the only audience for the actors on the stage. The combination of the morgue and the theater is extremely strange, and in the solemnity, it adds a sense of absurdity.

Lin Chu and the others followed behind the old man, walking along the path between the "spectators". The body bags were silent, making no sound.

"This scene is so weird." Lin Huai secretly said to Chu Tianshu, looking at the red lanterns, the ghastly white body bag audience, and the dark stage in the distance, "I didn't expect..."

Chu Tianshu: "I didn't expect anything?"

Lin Huai: "I've only heard of the 500-a-day professional audience, but I haven't heard of the rented audience of dead people wearing body bags. It can be seen that the performance of this Specter Theater is so poor that the living people can't bear it. Find dead people to charge up."

Chu Tianshu:  …

"But—" Lin Huai continued, "What are they all showing one hand for?"

Chu Tianshu thought for a while: "Maybe it's to applaud for the performance."

Lin Huaixu raised his eyes: "But they only showed one hand."

Chu Tianshu said: "Patting on the belly makes the sound louder."

The old man walking in front of them froze, as if he had never seen a player who spoke like this in this scene.

The old man led the two to the first row. The first row was left with two vacancies, facing the stage covered by the black cloth. He turned to the two of them and said in a hoarse voice, "Please take a seat."

The two finally took their seats.

As soon as Chu Tianshu sat down, he noticed that the seat was still a little warm.

——Perhaps less than ten minutes ago, a mixed-race man and a white-collar woman were still sitting in this seat.

On his left sat Lin Huai, and on his right sat a ghost in a body bag. After leading them into the theater, the old man stood on the other side. Chu Tianshu looked left and right, zipped up his black and white jacket to the highest level, and put on a hat.

Lin Huai looked at his inexplicable behavior and asked, "What are you doing?"

Chu Tianshu: "I try to be gregarious."

Lin Huai: ?

Chu Tianshu said, "You said, could these white body bags be their support uniforms?"

After the two were seated firmly, the old man handed them two pink playlists one by one. After that, he returned to the corner, quietly like a shadow.

There are five plays in total on the pink playlist.

The first play, called Face Change.

The second play, called Spitfire.

The third play, called Flying Knife.

The fourth play is called Dong Li.

The fifth play is called Handle.

Unlike the last two plays, the first three plays were all written in red ink. Just when Lin Huai wanted to lick the paper to taste whether there was a lie here or the smell of blood, the bell rang on the stage.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"

After three bells, the dark curtain was lifted.

Appearing on the stage was a woman in red with a mask on her face. She looked at everyone and said, "The performance is about to start."

"Tonight's performance, there are five programs in total. The first three are competitive programs and require the cooperation of all the guests. The middle one is a performance program, please enjoy the performance quietly. The last one is an interactive program. First of all, we wish the guests success in holding hands!" The woman smiled.

"In the first two shows, there were already three guests who were part of us because the show failed. One guest was in our pending area. In this show... well, here we go again. Two brand new guests, I wonder if they can perform better in the performance? Or..."

The woman smiled viciously: "They will also be part of our... this troupe?"

"Then, let's wait and see for this performance." The woman smiled and said, "Then our—"

"Liu Laogen's big stage is officially started." Chu Tianshu suddenly applauded, "Okay!"

The woman on stage:  …

"Come on stage, give us a show." Chu Tianshu shouted while applauding, "Don't force so many people, do you want to ask a leader to speak for five minutes? All your performances here are brought up by the master."

Woman: "The show has officially started, first of all, our first play, Face Change."

"it is good!"

Chu Tianshu applauded loudly.

"Hey," Lin Huaixu looked at him, "what are you doing?"

Chu Tianshu said straightly: "Support their love for the acting career."

Lin Huai: "...Speak human words."

Chu Tianshu: "Applause for love."

Lin Huai: "...what?"

"You see so many audiences, and none of them applaud." Chu Tianshu pointed to the body bag beside him, "If you are a host and a performer, you will be embarrassed. I am considering their psychology as performers. Demand. Every performer needs a good audience..."

Lin Huai: "...the psychological needs of Specter?"

Chu Tianshu: "Together?"

Lin Huai was silent for a while, and also applauded for love with him.