Chapter 6 Happy Circus 5
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The salty smell of blood in their noses, the pitiful screams of the middle-aged woman in their ears, and the white dress gradually stained red with blood in their eyes made all the players silent.
At the same time, the audience behind Lucia burst into thunderous applause and countless cheers.
The fat man on the seat was so frightened that he was covered in cold sweat. He subconsciously leaned back again and again. In the end, he could only wipe his sweat constantly and muttered something.
Lucia looked at the tragic image of the middle-aged woman on the stage and listened to the cheers of countless audience members. She frowned slightly and the hand holding the note tightened inch by inch.
It's only been fifteen minutes since the show started.
It was hard for her to imagine what would happen to these players who were inexplicably involved in the game as time went by.
Bella trembled her lips and took a deep breath quickly, covering her mouth to prevent herself from shouting: "Can we just watch like this?"
Watching this woman being brutally drained of blood on the stage, just because of Stephen's insignificant words? Dye a white dress red?
Can this be called a performance?
Lucia lowered her eyelids, hiding the coldness in her eyes, and said in a very soft voice, "What can we do?"
As ordinary people who have been living in a peaceful society, they have a complete understanding of laws, regulations and social experience.
Violent crimes like this one, which can be said to be completely anti-human, may occur in real life, but they will never appear so openly in front of everyone.
Lucia's heart was beating very fast because of the bloody scene in front of her.
Next to her, Bella felt an urge to vomit in her chest.
She did retch.
Lucia pulled her phalanges irritably, and the bones made a clicking sound.
This long-lost feeling of powerlessness has rarely appeared in her since she grew up.
But how much resistance can the human body resist in this game about death?
Lucia looked at the woman's weakening face on the stage and looked at her hands suspiciously.
"Don't you know the rules yet?"
The short-haired boy turned his head, his bright eyes full of doubts.
Lucia and the two looked at him.
The boy looked a little embarrassed by the two girls, and scratched his head naively: "Actually, generally speaking, as long as you are not particularly unlucky on the first day, there is usually not much danger."
Lucia was silent for a moment as she thought about her remaining survival time.
It seems that she is the particularly unlucky person.
The short-haired boy continued to explain to the two of them: "Just like the woman on the stage who was exsanguinated. She was dragged up by that Joel because she screamed. She only needed a simple response, but she talked too much."
Baizheng thought of what women said to please Joel.
"That's the sentence I like your performance very much," the boy sighed: "I don't know what that woman thinks about this sentence. This is a horror game. The performances in this kind of game will be watched by normal people. That kind of thing?”
No wonder.
Lucia thought for a moment and thought of the weird smile on Joel's face after the middle-aged woman answered.
If you put it this way, it will be clear.
"It won't be a big problem. I had a few words with that woman when you weren't here. She still has one day to survive. Her life is not in danger now."
To put it simply, those NPCs are not normal people, maybe not human beings, and you still say that you like their performances, so they must not behave well?
However, Lucia looked at the middle-aged woman on the stage whose screams were gradually getting smaller due to blood loss, and she was skeptical about what the boy said would not be life-threatening.
The boy was choked by her eyes and emphasized: "It's true! Everyone's survival time is very effective, unless they really want to die."
Lucia nodded without saying anything. Bella next to her held back retching and was a little confused: "Then how can we be sure that the middle-aged woman's answer is not a condition for death?"
boy:"……"
"You didn't listen to me carefully at all. No one will die on the first day of the game!"
Are they two cheaters? ! The boy collapsed.
Bella smiled sheepishly at him.
Lucia's face was expressionless, so it seemed that she was indeed very unlucky and could only live for more than an hour.
Can't even make it to the first day.
Perhaps the boy's voice was getting louder and louder, and a man's reminder came from the side.
"Joan."
As soon as the boy named Joan heard his voice, he immediately made a zipper motion on his mouth.
Lucia watched the boy's movements thoughtfully.
They seemed very familiar with each other.
At this time, Stephen on the stage bent down and picked up the blood-soaked skirt from the ground.
He leaned in sickly and smelled it, narrowing his only intact eye as if obsessed. Then let the little monkeys throw the middle-aged woman on the ground back to her seat.
Then Stephen made a polite gentleman's salute to the audience and slowly retreated to the dark corner.
The middle-aged woman was slumped in her seat, her face pale, and the wounds on her two wrists were turning outwards, looking particularly miserable.
But she did, as the boy said, show no signs of death.
When she took a breath, she tilted her head and asked the fat man next to her for help. But when the fat man saw her miserable condition, he shook his head and wished he could stay as far away from her as possible, let alone help.
Lucia's eyes changed slightly. She was about to stand up and change places with the fat man when she saw the man sitting next to Joan holding the middle-aged woman's hand.
The middle-aged woman was obviously stunned, and then she responded with an ecstatic thank you.
He whispered something to Joan, but Lucia didn't hear it clearly, so she heard Joan say something, and took out a bottle of purple potion-like potion and white gauze from his pocket.
The man took it, lowered his head and carefully wiped the middle-aged woman's wrist, poured the potion on it, and finally wrapped the gauze in the middle-aged woman's constant thanks.
Joan quickly handed him a tissue. Under the dim light, Lucia could only see the man lowering his head and carefully wiping the blood on his fingers.
As if he noticed someone looking at him, the man turned his head slightly and glanced in Lucia's direction.
It was a gaze as gentle as water.
Lucia's eyes flashed slightly and she smiled at him.
The man didn't pay attention and continued to wipe his fingers with his head down.
Joel reappeared in the middle of the stage at this time. He smiled and waved in the direction of the players: "Thank you lady for your help. Now let us welcome the star animals of the circus!"
The audience applauded enthusiastically.
The next performance was a pretty standard circus performance. Even the animals on the stage looked exactly the same as in reality.
Lucia looked down at her phone.
It was half past seven, and she still had forty minutes left.
Lucia glanced at the group of monkeys on the field who were performing a ring of fire, and slowly opened the note in her hand.
There were several words written on it in red handwriting.
help me! help me!
And, a pearl earring that looks very ordinary and even turned gray due to time.
When Joel was about to announce the next program, he saw a hand raised from the VIP table below.
The girl who raised her hands had a forbearing expression. She was covering her belly and her cheeks were slightly red.
"Mr. Joel."
"Can I ask where the restroom is?"
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