What’s Wrong With Seeking Death?

Xu Tuoran's assessment location is in the dance practice room, while Pu Han is next door to her. The two went to the corresponding floor together, and the staff in charge had already been waiting there and took them to different rooms.

Xu Tuoran is still attired today with a backpack and a piano case. The staff struggled for a long time, but in the end they didn't dare to let her take it off, so they could only let her bring it in like this.

The dance practice room is bright and spacious, surrounded by large mirrors. Xu Tuoran walked to the center of the room alone, and the sound of the staff closing the door came from behind him.

"You will know the specific assessment content later." These were the last words the staff member said when they left.

Xu Tuoran wandered around the room indifferently, his reflection dangling in the mirror. After an unknown amount of time, Xu Turan suddenly felt something was wrong, turned his head vigilantly, and saw himself in the mirror, looking straight at him, with a stiff and pale smile on his face.

Almost at the same time, the scene reflected in the mirror also changed silently. Sombre tones and dim light fill the space within the mirror. Xu Turan turned his head thoughtfully, and he saw that the space he was in had completely changed.

The originally empty and bright dance practice room has become a dark and narrow room. Only a dim old light bulb flickered on top. There are more kitchen stoves on the floor in front of me, and more wall-mounted knife holders and chopstick cages on the wall. There are some rotten vegetables piled up beside him, next to the water bucket and trash can, emitting a pungent smell.

The dance studio has disappeared, but the mirrors on all sides are still there. The figure in the mirror approached little by little, holding the mirror and looking at Xu Tuoran. On the mirror directly in front of him, several lines of dark blood words gradually appeared:

【The place you are now is Xiaohong's kitchen. 】

[Please guess the song Xiaohong wants to listen to and sing it within a limited time. 】

[Until the end of the show, your behavior will be shared with the audience jury through the live broadcast, and they will vote. Voting will determine your fate, so be sure to behave yourself. 】

Xu Turan: ...

Co-authoring is such a variety show, and I have learned a lot.

But having said that, all you need to do is sing the antiphonal song, right?

Xu Tuoran thought for a second, and in front of the ghost in the mirror, he opened his backpack, took out two silver boxes, and took out two pens from the silver boxes.

Then, surrounded by ghostly twitching faces in the mirror, she held up one of them:

"Come on, tell me, what is Xiaohong's favorite song?"

Then he raised another one: "Yes? Order me "I Don't Love Him That Much"."

Karaoke Pen: "…"

The karaoke pen sizzled several times, but there was no movement. Xu Tuoran manually clicked on the menu a few times, and suddenly realized: "Oh, there is no one? Then let me see if there is something similar..."

She looked up at the ghost in the mirror, and seriously discussed: "There is no "I Don't Love Him That Much", can I change to "Happy Breakup"? Although I don't even know how to sing."

Ghost in the mirror: "..."

They stared blankly at the two pens in Xu Tuoran's hands, and after two seconds of silence, they rushed to nod their heads.

at the same time.

in another space.

"The song Xiaohong wants to listen to..." Pu Han stood in the same cramped and dark space, pressed the cutting board on the front counter with one hand, and gently closed his eyes.

On the cutting board covered with bloodstains, a pale and thin hand quietly reached out and grabbed Pu Han's hand. Pu Han closed his eyes, but he flicked his fingers to the side just right, letting the ghostly hand fly away, and immediately pulled out the boning knife from the knife holder next to him, and poked it directly.

The boning knife precisely penetrated the back and palm of the ghost hand, and nailed it to the cutting board. From the beginning to the end, Pu Han kept his eyes closed and murmured:

"You used to chop meat here...strange meat..."

"You chop and cry...and put them all in the freezer..."

"You cherish them, why?"

Pu Han suddenly opened his eyes.

"Because they...are part of your lover, aren't they?"

It was quiet all around, and no one answered his question. Pu Han turned his gaze as if feeling something, and looked around the space he was in again.

"I see." After a while, he sighed softly, turned to the direction of the gas stove, cleared his throat solemnly, and took the chopsticks as a microphone.

"Next, I'll bring you a song, "Break Up With Kindness"—please, everyone, applause and encouragement!"

Naturally, there was no sound of encouragement, only the ghost hand nailed to the cutting board struggled unceasingly, and the palm kept hitting the cutting board.

Clap clap clap clap.

After another five minutes or so.

Pu Han walked out of the room, and was led to the lounge at the end of the corridor by the staff waiting outside.

"You wait here for a while. The voting results will be out soon," said the staff member with a ponytail front and back.

Pu Han nodded in agreement, pushed the door open, and was surprised to find that Xu Tuoran was already waiting here—she was releasing the little pink flower to breathe, when she saw Pu Han coming, she raised her hand to say hello.

Pu Han closed the door with his backhand, still feeling a bit unbelievable: "No way, you ended up faster than me."

According to the normal process, the trainees should first search for various clues from the various settings in the scene, restore the truth through the meat in the refrigerator, the mobile phone with the farewell text message, and the diary with madness in the lines, and piece together the "Little Red" Because of the accident, he was polluted and alienated, and he misunderstood that his boyfriend cheated and abandoned him, so he turned his boyfriend into a boyfriend brand meatloaf". In addition, we have to speculate more about his psychology...

Even Pu Han relied on his omniscient ability to cheat in order to pass the level so quickly. But Xu in vain...

It doesn't make sense even if there is a brush of the immortal pen—although the "Little Red" in that scene is probably at the level of the lamp, the brush of the immortal of the Hui level is more than enough. But the reading speed of Bixianzhibi is impossible to be faster than him, plus the time to sing a complete song, Xu Tuoran takes the same time as him at most, not so much faster.

Thinking of this, Pu Han tried to read Xu Tueran's "passing customs video" again, and just watched half of it, when Xu Tueran sighed: "I don't know what's going on—"

She stood up with an inexplicable expression on her face: "I was kicked out as soon as I sang a few lines. Ask about the pair of ponytails, and she can't explain clearly. It shouldn't be too ugly."

Pu Han: "..." That's hard to say.

Having finished reading, he took a deep look at Xu Tuoran, then at her backpack, pondered for a while, and offered a new way of thinking: "Is there such a possibility.

"It's because you used Chen-level props in front of lamp-level abominations. Did you just blow up the place?"

Xu Tuoran: "...?"

In any case, Xu Tuoran was quite worried about the final result because he was simply kicked out after only singing a few lines. She felt that she was probably yellow this time and would not be able to upgrade.

For this reason, she took the time to discuss with Pu Han a communication plan after grouping—there is no communication between different groups. Moreover, they haven't tested the flexibility of this rule, and they don't know how strict it is. In case Pu Han is promoted to Group U, and she is still in Group F, let alone talking on the mic, I guess it will be a problem whether you can draw or not.

Fortunately, the final result proved that she still thought too much.

A few minutes later, the voting results were announced. Both Xu Tuoran and Pu Han were led to a special room to watch the results. There was also a big screen there, playing back the video of their competition, and there were barrages left by the audience jury.

Of course Pu Han was very happy that the two of them were promoted to Group U together, but what he didn't understand was why there were so many bullet screens on Xu Tuoran's video than him...

God knows, she sang for less than half a minute in total, of which more than ten seconds were the prelude. The barrage that praises her is almost unknown how many times the number of words in her libretto.

"I've said it all, I have a basic favorability in this domain!" Xu Tuoran walked through the back door confidently.

Being praised is of course a good thing, at least it can prove that the jury should not have any ill intentions towards them.

Maybe they have something to do with Jiang Siyu. But that will have to wait until later.

After confirming the results, the next thing to face is the transfer of dormitories. Xu Tuoran just installed the bed curtains and tables yesterday, and all of them have to be dismantled and moved to a new dormitory. She didn't feel troubled by this, but she was a little regretful that she couldn't continue to get along with the little sparrow outside the window.

Although the meeting was short, Xu Tuoran had fully felt the value of them to himself during the brief meeting. In order to express her reluctance for them, before leaving, she deliberately opened the curtains, snapped her fingers and waved her hands at the sparrows outside the window, releasing countless ice flowers. Until the sparrows were so annoyed that they jumped off the windowsill one by one, Xu Tuanfang reluctantly embraced the newly acquired 4,000 death points, turned around and climbed out of bed.

Strange to say. She just discovered that in the column of her death value, she did not know when there was an extra sum of money—because there are too many numbers now, Xu Tuoran can't calculate it very clearly, but at a cursory glance, at least one or two thousand was added out of thin air.

The last time she checked the death value was before going to bed last night. In other words, this value should have risen last night or during the day today. But Xu Tuoran was very sure that she didn't get any death points during the day, except for those peeled off from the little sparrow.

After all, the cats and cats she saw today all walked around her, and she couldn't find any other source for the time being... The only possibility is that it rose last night.

She deliberately didn't draw the curtains before going to bed last night. Maybe some well-meaning sparrows came to take a look. As for why he didn't hear the beep, Xu Tuoran couldn't figure it out.

In the past, she gained death points when she dreamed of entering the path of chaos. She said she was "sleeping", but her actual consciousness was still relatively clear. But last night, she was convinced that she was sleeping... maybe because she was too sound asleep?

Xu Turan thought uncertainly, and when he heard the staff outside asking, he hurriedly responded, and followed him out of the room with the packed things.

The dormitory of Group U is on the same floor as the next building, and you can go directly through the air corridor. The dormitory space is slightly larger than that of Group F. The large window opposite the door is nailed to death with wooden boards, and only some light leaks through the gaps in the wooden boards. The room seemed a little dark,

It was near noon when Xu Tuoran passed by, and when he opened the door, he happened to meet someone walking out. As soon as they met each other, Xu Turan was overjoyed: "Hey, it's you."

It was the short-haired girl in ripped jeans. Xu Tuoran had an impression of her. When she was in the restaurant yesterday, Pu Han was stared at for a long time.

The girl didn't seem surprised by her arrival, she just nodded lightly, and pointed to the U63 number plate on her chest, as a self-introduction.

The brand on Xu Tuoran's chest has also been updated and changed to U28. She nodded as a response, and heard the girl say nonchalantly: "The bed on the right has a small independent window, which is not sealed. You should like it."

"..." Xu Tuoran paused as he was about to enter the house.

"What?" She turned her head suddenly, but the short-haired girl had already looked away and left quickly.

Xu Tuoran: "..."

interesting.

She looked at the back of the other party leaving, looked back thoughtfully, and looked around again, and saw that there were two empty beds in the dormitory—one was located at the entrance of the lower bed, and the other was the same as her previous bed. The location of the bed is similar, and there is also a small window on the wall above the end of the bed, which is pasted with newspaper.

The staff originally booked the lower berth for Xu Tuoran, but Xu Tuoran couldn't hold back the initiative and changed the upper berth to her. Xu Tuoran climbed up to make the bed and hang the curtains. His eyes glanced over the side of the bed against the wall, and he suddenly noticed that there was a small triangular protrusion in the gap.

It looked like a corner of a piece of paper.

At this time, the staff had also left, and the dormitory was empty. Out of caution, Xu Tuoran first delineated the country and formulated a few basic protection rules. Then Fang reached out and clamped the piece of paper out.

The sheets of paper were stacked in several layers. She unfolded it carefully, and saw a few large characters written with a ballpoint pen between the deep creases:

[Don't believe Pu Han! He is fake! 】

Xu Turan: ...

have to.

She blinked slowly and put the note away.

It's more interesting.

However, Xu Turan at the time would never have imagined that the "interesting" things were far more than that.

On the afternoon of the day she moved into the new dormitory, she and Pu Han agreed to meet again to exchange information, and they still chose the set of sofa chairs near the vending machine in the lobby. At that time, Pu Han hadn't arrived yet, and she was walking in that direction by herself, and happened to meet a staff member on the way, and she grabbed it and chatted with her, and chatted all the way to the vending machine, Xu Tuoran said that she would buy someone a drink by the way.

...Although this machine is originally free of money.

Before she got close, she noticed a post-it note on the vending machine with a note on the back. Xu Tuoran thought it was a notice posted by the program team, and asked the person next to him what was written on it, but the staff member with four eyes was at a loss:

"Ah, what?"

Xu Tuoran: "?"

"That post-it note. Didn't you post it?" She frowned slightly.

The staff member's eyes were so wide that they were about to fall out, and his tone was even more bewildered: "Where did you get the note?"

Xu Tuoran: "..."

Reluctantly, she pointed to the other party's location in detail, but the other party's eyes were still dazed, as if he couldn't see anything. As if realizing something, Xu Tuoran's face changed slightly, and he dismissed the topic perfunctorily. After the staff left, he tore off the note paper.

Turning it over, I saw two lines of big characters on the back.

[Be careful of "Pu Han"! 】

【He's not Pu Han! 】

...Another warning against Pu Han.

The strange thing is that the handwriting on it is completely different from the one that Xu Tuoran pulled out from the bed before.

"..."

Xu Tuoran looked at the handwriting on the paper, and slightly pursed his lips.

"That's why you released my pigeons this afternoon?"

About four hours later.

In front of the dance practice room, Pu Han leaned his back against the wall and looked at the two pieces of paper in his hand with an indescribable expression.

These are the two cards that Xu Tuoran obtained through different channels a few hours ago. Although the materials and handwriting are different, the meanings expressed are surprisingly similar.

Pu Han tried to read the people who left messages through them, but he could only read two mysterious clouds. He closed his eyes helplessly, and sighed deeply: "Don't tell me that you have really shaken your trust in me because of them."

Then he will really be sad, okay?

"It's not wavering at all. It's just a subtle feeling."

Xu Tuoran leaned on the other side of the corridor, and said leisurely: "The two people who left this message. One knew my need for the window out of thin air, and the other was able to cover up other people's knowledge of that note, making sure that only I could see it. These two performances make me feel a little familiar..."

"Omniscient." Pu Han's expression paused, and he raised his eyes suddenly, "These are all methods of omniscient tendencies."

Of course, this is not complete—for example, to cover up cognition, Chang Ye or Yong Day can also do it, and even Xu Tuoran's lamp-level fox ornament has similar methods. Obtaining information out of thin air can also be predicted.

But considering that the domain master of their domain had just been in the dark with an omniscient iron nematode not long ago, it seems more reasonable to think about it in this regard.

Pu Han thought about it silently, while Xu Tuoran nodded in agreement: "Yes, I also felt this way at the time. Maybe both of them know everything."

…two?

Pu Han was taken aback by Xu Tuoran's firm words, and then said "Hey".

"To put it simply, you are still shaken." He shrugged, "I can see the national barrier established by the 'absolute kingship'."

Not long ago, he was found by Xu Tuoran's little pink flower, and was led all the way here by that little thing. When he came over, Xu Tuoran was already waiting here. On both sides of the corridor, there were also thick barriers flowing with colored lights.

As for why she chose to communicate in the dance practice room, Pu Han also asked curiously. Xu Tuoran's answer was that she had asked the staff, and basically no one would come here at the moment, so it was quiet.

Pu Han didn't understand why she wanted to delineate the country first before her arrival. Now that I think about it clearly—these two notes probably made her doubt herself.

Within her homeland, she can establish rules and avoid her own reading. In fact, Pu Han really can't read anything from her now.

If you really want to say it, it's not difficult to understand that the trust is shaken. After all, Pu Han is also omniscient, and now there is no Feifei to protect him. Who knows if he will be taken over without anyone knowing.

Pu Han just couldn't figure it out. He always felt that Xu Tuoran should not be so easily influenced by information. In particular, these two pieces of paper appear too deliberately, and the meaning of provocation should not be too obvious.

And even if she really doubted it, she should find a way to prove it in the first place, so as not to delay it for so long - he still knows Xu Tuoran's ability to act on certain things very well.

With such doubts, Pu Han raised the two pieces of paper in his hand, and asked tentatively: "Speaking of which, have you ever heard the famous 'Who do you want to believe' story?"

"The one who died in the snow mountain?" Xu Turan thought for a while, "Is it the kind of story of 'there are two groups of people, each of them said that the other side is a ghost, and they asked who you should believe'?"

"Almost." Pu Han nodded, "If it were you, what would you do?"

"What else can I do." Xu Tuoran took it for granted, "Bring both groups of people over and confront them—"

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly heard the sound of thumping in the dance practice room. Xu Turan stopped talking, and immediately clapped his hands: "Forget it, let's not talk nonsense. You have already understood the general situation, then you can enter the next link."

Pu Han: "...?"

wait, what? What's next?

Before he could figure it out, Xu Tuoran had already turned around and pushed open the door of the dance practice room next to him.

"Oh, by the way, let me tell you by the way. The affairs of the country are really not just to guard against you."

She took two steps to the side and calmly pointed at the door: "Strictly speaking, I am guarding against all of you."

Pu Han: ...

He stared blankly at the inside of the dance practice room, and opened his mouth in shock.

He now knows why Xu Tuoran can say with certainty that there are "two" people who left the note.

In the room, two people were tied and placed on chairs. One of them was the short-haired girl in ripped jeans who had been glaring at him before. The other is a tall and big man who had met in a restaurant before.

"These two are the ones who left me the letter. For the sake of efficiency, I spent some time before and made an appointment with them alone. If you have something to do, talk about it face to face, and don't pass gossip behind your back. , how bad it is."

As Xu Turan said, he suddenly pushed Pu Han lightly behind him. Pu Han was caught off guard, staggered and fell into the room, followed by Xu Tuoran unhurriedly opening the piano case he was carrying with him, and pulled out a stone spear from it.

"Okay." She dropped the stone spear to the ground neatly, "How about I introduce you to each other first."

She reached out and patted Pu Han's stiff shoulder: "This one, Pu Han."

After finishing speaking, he pointed at the trapped tall man with a stone spear from a distance—the mark on his body also started with U.

"This one, according to what he said, is also called Pu Han."

After finishing speaking, facing Pu Han's shocked gaze, Xu Tuoran turned his stone spear to the remaining short-haired girl:

"And this one, too, thinks he is 'Pu Han'."

After all the introductions, Xu Tuoran put away the stone spear, pulled a chair, and sat down leisurely: "Okay, everyone knows each other. Then let's start chatting."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to have remembered something, let out a low voice, and took out the little pink flower from her bag again.

"Vending machine, do you know?" She whispered to Xiao Fenhua, "Bring me a bottle of ebony juice, if you can't reach it, ask the staff to help you."

Little Fenhua nodded seriously, jumped off her knees, and ran away holding the leaves. Xu Tuoran exhaled, turned his head, and met the dull gazes of the other three.

"Why do you look at me like that? Let's discuss it." Xu Tuoran was confident, his eyes turned and fell on Pu Han again, "By the way, didn't you ask me before, if I am in a situation where two groups of people identify each other, What should I do? Here, like this, arrange for everyone to face-to-face—”

Then get rid of the party who can't convince you, right?

The three "Pu Han" all looked at Shi Mao, who was leaning against Xu Tueran's chair.

Invariably fell into silence.