Chapter 1:

"Player k27216, Tangcuo, 23:05 April 1, 2019, new calendar, confirmed death."
"The human trial game failed to pass the level."
"The survival time is twenty-four years, four hours, eight minutes, and six seconds. The rating is a, and the initial character point is 5."
"Ding-please collect your survival assessment report."
In a hazy white mist, Tang Cuo listened to the male broadcast from some place, with no expression on his face. He thought he should be dead. He died on the main road five minutes ago. Except for an unconscious drunk man on the roadside, a stray dog, he was waiting for him to cool off quietly. He arrived here in a blink of an eye, the blood on his body was still there, but the injuries were gone, and there were no belongings.
Looking around, in addition to the white fog or the white fog here, the naked eye visibility is only five meters.
"Ding-please collect your survival assessment report." The sound of the broadcast is not like electronic sound, it is clear and clean, just like the youth.
As a private investigator, Tang Cuo never lacks the ability to judge the status quo, even if he is third-rate, so he feels that he may be dreaming, and everything in front of him is a dying fantasy.
And the dead do not need to report.
"Ding-please collect your survival assessment report." The sound of the broadcast continued to urge, and Tang You didn't pay any attention to the situation.
Tang Cuo simply sat down because he was a little tired standing. After a while, the broadcast finally changed content.
"Player k27216, passive survival, warning once, 1 point deduction. Current character points 6, please immediately receive a survival assessment report."
The words fell, and a book comparable to the English-Chinese Dictionary hit the front of Tangcuo, with a thick black hard cover, and the name and player of Tangcuo was stamped with golden curly letters.
After Tang Cuo turned to look at a page, his face was black. I saw that his life was densely recorded in the book, and even an entry even wrote-
Tang Cuo, seven years old, fights with evil dogs at the Eunuch Lane in Gusu District, Suzhou City at 9pm on February 27, 2002. Frightened pedestrians passing, deducted 05 points. Refuse to fight rabies vaccine, deduct 5 points.
"Huh." Tang Cuo knew that he didn't agree with the dog, but what was going on with this stupid deduction system? He refused to hit the rabies vaccine by 5 points, and he was beaten.
He turned directly to the end and saw the report's comment on his short life-disobedient, passive laziness, fighting for heresy and courage to die, suggesting to cherish life and live twenty-five.
Tang Cuo's face was even darker, and he closed the book with a snap, not wanting to read more at a glance. But the moment he closed the book, the scene before him suddenly changed.
A little golden light appeared in the white mist, and Tang Cuo looked up to see its body-it was a golden bell with a baby fist and a bell-shaped bell.
The bells rang, and the white mist rose.
"Ding--"
"If survival is a game, are you ready?"
"Please bear in mind that the first rule of survival in Yongye City is justice."
"Wish you a happy life!"
The words fell, and Tang Cuo suddenly felt dark in front of him, followed by a whirl of the sky. The whole process lasted about five seconds. When Tang Cuo's eyes came back again, he found himself standing on a circular square, surrounded by black people, at least thousands of people.
These people are men and women, old and young. The closest to Tangcuo was a thin, skinny girl in a sick suit. She was bald and looked like she was eleven or twelve years old. She was crouching on the ground and covering her head tightly.
A little further away, there is an old man with a gully face and gray hair, a nervous middle-aged man covered in blood and constantly confirming that his limbs are still there, a red girl with an unhappy look, and so on.
The square is very large, paved with black stone slabs one meter square, and the surface of the stone slabs is polished very smooth. It was night, and the night was deep, but the square was very bright, because there was a huge golden bell floating directly above the square. The bell seemed to contain a small sun, illuminating the place as bright as daylight.
The bell is the bell again. Tang Cuo somehow felt that this bell was the same as the bell in the white mist space just now.
Continue to look out, forty-nine black stone columns surround the square for a week. These stone pillars are very strange, the pillar body is very thick, at least three people need to hug, and at least 30 meters high. The reflection of the stone pillars gathers in the center of the square, forming a huge sense of oppression.
It was a feeling of being peeped from above by the god. The soul was pressed between the square inches, shrinking and creeping until it turned into a dust.
Tang Cuo doesn't like this feeling very much.
The surroundings were still noisy, and there were places where weeping crying and whispers more and more overwhelming, like ten thousand ducks yelling wildly in the ears.
The girl in red snorted, but did not express any opinion. Instead, the old man who seemed to have stepped into the coffin came to say hello to Tang Cuo.
"Boy, where did you come from?" he asked.
Tang Cuo didn't answer immediately. Wherever Yu Guang touched, there was a flash of white light, leaving a young man with a dull look and water. Then he looked at the old man and said, "Car accident."
The old man was stunned, and he immediately touched the wrinkles on his forehead, as if to smooth them out, but he said with a helpless smile, "It seems that you are an understanding person, much stronger than us. I am old, and I haven't had a few days to live , Living at such a big age can be regarded as the end of life, but who knows to get here with his eyes open."
With that said, he extended three fingers to Tangcuo "about three hours."
He pointed carefully at the others. "The girl was poor, cancer, and she was not saved. The one who was covered in blood only came here for about half an hour. It is still crazy, and it seems to have been in a car accident."
All died just today.
As for the girl, the old man shook his head, it seemed that he didn't catch up. But when Tang Cuo looked at the past, the girl looked at it impatiently and said, "Anyway, they are all dead. Waiting for the death of Lord Yan, the reincarnation, the hell, the hell, there is something to talk about. "
The old man didn't agree much, and the wrinkles on his forehead piled up like dried bark. "Which grandfather Yan is so good? It hasn't been heard since ancient times. It doesn't agree with the ancestors. Have you heard that voice? What games are you talking about—"
The voice didn't fall, but it came to a halt, because the old man finally found Tang Cuo's survival assessment report, and his muddy eyes were full of consternation.
"You..." He even used the honorific title involuntarily.
The girl was also shocked, and she also had a report in her hand, but she was young, and she had written a language as thick as her life in less than thirty years, which was the result of her rebellion. She has seen the old man too, so a lot of years are thicker than her.
But what about this one? He is younger than himself. What has he done in just twenty years?
The two didn't speak anymore and couldn't understand their thoughts for a while. The sudden silence made both the car accident man and the sick girl look over, so everyone was silent.
The atmosphere is a bit awkward.
Tang Cuo was expressionless and didn't want to justify just wanting to hit someone. At this moment, a full and clear voice suddenly inserted, breaking the atmosphere of silence instantly.
"Mahhhhhhhhhh!" Not only did the sound come suddenly, but it was also particularly energetic, like his master-a big boy in a green dinosaur jumpsuit, 16 or 7 years old, with a ruddy complexion and a vigorous complexion .
The people around him threw the attention ceremony to him in a sweeping manner, and there were dozens of people in Wutuo. He suddenly got stuck, and the young, youthful face looked like it was splashed with five-colored oil paint, and the surprise, the tension, the fear, and the joy passed by one by one, and finally it was fixed as a sentence.
"Lying trough?" He blinked.
The old man was rubbing his temples. When he was old, he couldn't help but quarrel and his head hurt. The rest of the people reacted differently. Most people turned their heads back and no longer paid attention. Only Tangcuo remained unchanged from beginning to end.
The dinosaur boy smiled and touched his head, looking left and right, looking a little helpless. The old man sighed and beckoned at him, and he immediately gathered.
"Where did the boy come from?"
"In the shipping area, in the shipping area, I just said yesterday that I want to travel, but the result is that I'm here. Isn't it quite far?"
"Yes... are you dead?"
"Probably a sudden death! Suddenly died. You see, I still wear pajamas. I bought it at 39 yuan from Taobao. Coral fleece... Hey, I didn't have time to go to the hospital!"
"You've died so badly."
"Isn't it!"
Tang Cuo put his arms around him, as if listening to a cross talk.
The old man introduced the two to each other again. They were all just dead. It is always right to make more friends when going out. And for this moment, there were more people on the square, more and more panic and noisy gathered together, but I do not know how long it will last.
Tang Cuo never thought about the world after death. But what he was most concerned about was not the existence of this world, but the words used in the broadcast.
Twenty-four years, four hours, eight minutes, and six seconds in the broadcast is the length of his short life. The time of death and the life in the report are worthy. If Yongye City really exists, it sounds like A world after death.
It's a human trial game, where does the "game" come from?
Tang Cuoheng died on the street, so the game failed to clear customs. Is his twenty-four year life a survival game? Is it limited to him, or is it aimed at everyone?
This half an hour's experience was too unbelievable, and Rao Shi Tangcuo could not judge. At this time, Chi Yan had left behind his first tension and fear, squatting on the ground and coaxing the little girl.
"That's right." Suddenly he appeared again, reaching for his pajama hat and tearing it hard. There was a stab, and there was a tear in the back.
People nearby looked at him strangely, thinking he might be scared and stupid, and his brain was abnormal. He was still very happy, and handed the green dinosaur head in front of the little girl, "Mr. I'll wear it for you, it's quite cold at night."
The little girl froze, clutching her bald head, and forgot to pick it up for a moment. The same is true for everyone else. After stunned, they turned away without saying anything. Some of them were stunned, some were unbearable, and some were depressed, and some seemed to get a little comfort from Chi Yan's move.
A small act of kindness is like fireflies in the dark, which always makes people better.
Time passed quietly.
Waiting is a rusty blunt knife, constantly wringing the poor nerves.
"I can't stand it anymore! I'm leaving here, I can't stay in this ghost place anymore, I want to go back, I want to go back...I want to go back!" A middle-aged woman with blood on her forehead suddenly went mad and stumbled away from the densely packed Crowd, rushed out of the square.
Tang Cuo narrowed his eyes. This is not a normal space. Except for the area of ​​the square illuminated by bells, the rest are all strangely dark.
Following the disappearance of the middle-aged woman, and her footsteps after rushing out of the square. The moment she stepped out of the light, she seemed to be engulfed in darkness and disappeared out of thin air.
Everyone was frightened, and all of them were horrified and worried, but no one dared to take a look. And just two or three minutes after the middle-aged woman disappeared, a shrill cry came suddenly from the thick black outside the square.
It seems that ghost claws scratched through the glass window.
The people in the whole square seemed to be pinched around their necks, and the atmosphere suddenly froze. At the next moment, the familiar bell sounded, breaking the stagnation and making everyone's heart beat.
"Ding--"
"Real-time broadcast of 20190401 session, a total of 6,315 players completed the human trial game. Comprehensive rating f, average point 13."
"On such a wonderful night, the once-in-a-day ceremony of entering the city of Yongye City is about to begin. Let us warmly welcome the speech of the great and kind Mr. Crow!"
The voice did not fall, and a sudden and corrupt voice suddenly inserted.
"No, today Mr. Crow does not want to be kind at all. Mr. Crow is very angry and very angry! You are really the worst session I have ever brought. The comprehensive rating is only f! The average point is only 13! 13 Ah, this What an unlucky number!"
Everyone looked up, searching for the source of the voice in wonder. Soon, someone found a crow jumping upright on a stone pillar to the east.
"One session is not as good as one, it's really better than one session! You are so poorly lived, you are so embarrassed to die! Let me see, car accidents, drowning, hanging...oh my god, there are two martyrdoms here. Yes, hey, you guys are really interesting."
A little couple was named in public, and they were so scared that their hands held together were immediately released.
"Mr. Raven is angry and wants to punish you. You can’t let you walk into the Yongye City with such a big swing, that is too unfair to other serious players. Let me think about it, how can I punish you, let me Think about it..." The crow walked on and around the stone pillars, walking around with his wings behind his back, every time he shook his head, it seemed funny and ridiculous.
No one laughed.
The crow is very funny, and most of the people present are more funny than him.
"Yes!" The crow suddenly raised one of his wings high, and was pleased to announce "Let's play the lucky turntable!"
As the voice fell, a huge turntable with a radius of ten meters appeared above the crow out of thin air. The turntable is divided into seven fan-shaped lattices of different colors and different sizes, and different contents are written in each lattice. Surrounded by a circle of colored lights, it is exactly the same as the big turntable that often appears in game halls.
The announcement sounded again, "Trigger the egg game-the lucky turntable. The big turntable in this issue is divided into four rounds, and players get penalties or rewards based on the turntable result. Survival is not easy, luck first, the game starts now!"
"Wait, how did it start?"
The square was noisy, and the crow looked at it all from the top. The more chaotic everyone was, the happier he seemed. He flapped his wings, jumped from this stone column to that stone column, and then jumped from that stone column to another stone column. With each wing, the turntable turned faster.
The psychedelic lanterns pulled out afterimages, like a colorful aperture that wrapped everyone's fate.
Chi Yan was right next to Tang Cuo, carefully pulling his sleeve. "Brother, Tang brother, did you see the punishment written on the turntable? What does that mean..."
Tang Cuo did not answer.
But Chi Yan couldn't stop the conversation. He clearly saw the words "Doom at 13 o'clock", "Thousand Arrows Going Through the Heart" and so on in the big grid on the turntable, which didn't sound very good.
But the reality is often afraid of something. With a "ding", the turntable suddenly stopped, and the red pointer pointed at the piece that Chi Yan saw-13 o'clock.
"Hee hee!" The crow was very happy, and looked across the crowd. "I hate 13, 13 is not a good number. I declare all the people with a point of 13, you are dead!"
The next moment, there were screams.
In one, two, and three places, the pure black hole appeared under everyone's feet without warning, and the mouth opened like a giant beast to swallow people alive. Just in a flash, dozens of people disappeared in the sight of everyone.
Many people didn't even see the process of being devoured, only saw the dark hole opened, unable to see the end, and then-it was a scream of sorrow.
And the one who grabbed the edge of the hole in anxiety and looked pale after listening to the screams from all around, struggling to climb up, while frantically asking for help "Save me, help me! Save me!"
When the people around met, they reacted quickly or slowly, and the bold rushed forward to pull him. But before he got close, he heard the man start screaming, his expression frightened and even twisted.
"Who is pulling me?! Let go of me! Help me!"
The person who went to the rescue suddenly froze, and the next second, the person seemed to be dragged down by something, screaming, the sound and light went away at a speed, so far that there was an echo.
"Ahhhhhh!" The timid already began to scream, and the fearful demons made their brains fill in countless cruel and terrible pictures. Sometimes the invisible is the most terrible.
Chi Yan also fell into the ice cellar, stiff all over, unable to speak with open mouth. Tang Cuo's face was condensed, his brow furrowed, but his eyes were not scared, and he stared firmly at the crow.
The crow was laughing, and he began to jump from this stone column to another stone column, and then from another stone column to the next one. Like a naughty evil boy, he shook his head and said, "You are so cowardly, cowardly people can't live in Yongye. So, let the great and kind Mr. Crow sing a song for you. I’m not afraid of singing!"
The turntable continued to rotate, and in the screaming ocean, singing fell down.
"Gods, lambs and crows,
Have fun together on the cliff.
They sing and dance,
Flowers bloomed in the stone.
The said, look
It is my flower.
A lamb ate it,
Hurry to die.
Gods, lambs and crows,
There are no more flowers in the world.
A lamb fell off the cliff,
Two lambs fell off the cliff,
The three lambs fell off the cliff,
Four lambs fell off the cliff,
Five lambs fell off the cliff,
Six lambs fell off the cliff,
Seven lambs fell off the cliff,
Are dead,
It's all dead.
The crow said,
The disobedient children are dead! "
A song is not long, but it sings over and over and never rests. The cheerful tone and weird lyrics make the soul tremble.
Then, it was hysterical.
"What the is this place?!"
"What should we do? We will all die, we will die!"
"I am afraid……"
"Stop singing!"
"Don't sing anymore!"
But the singing continues.
"...
A lamb ate it,
Hurry to die.
A lamb ate it,
Hurry to die..."
"Ding!" The turntable finally stopped again, and the red pointer pointed to a small blue grid marked with 2. The crow looked up and shook his feathers with regret.
But soon he was happy again, tilting his head and saying, "It's okay, we have another round!"
The author has something to say "Songs of Gods, Lambs and Crows"
Source of inspiration-Agatha Christie's "No Survival"
Classic horror nursery rhyme elements, if you are interested, you can also look at the star detective "Horror Nursery Rhyme" and "A Beautiful Trouble". This article is tentatively updated at eight every night.
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