Infinite script kill

Chapter 2 Script Killing Experience Hall

"jingle!"

Pushing open the glass door in front of you, there is a coffee house-like furnishings in front of you.

Weird 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 at the same time glanced at the woman, the oval face, the curved eyebrows, and the facial features of the logo made people feel very comfortable and intimate.

I just don't know if it's because of the light. The woman's skin looks extraordinarily pale, and the white one is a little greasy, like an inferior toffee. Although it is very sweet, it doesn't taste like it.

"You are so lucky, there is a round of script to start soon, you can go to the hall to have a rest first."

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

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

unnatural!
Whether it's the stiff movements, the smile on her face, or even the voice she speaks, it doesn't look like a front desk customer service. It has nothing to do with professionalism, or her identity and mood. There are two inside and outside. word, deliberately.

But it is precisely this poor acting that makes Xu Tong even more interesting.

Perhaps it was Xu Tong's scrutiny that made the woman very uncomfortable, and the smile on her face gradually subsided: "Sir, is there any problem?"

"hey-hey!!"

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

Seeing the back of him leaving, the woman's face suddenly gloomy, she quickly took out the mirror and looked left and right for a moment, before she put the mirror down suspiciously and said to herself, "It didn't crack? "

After he finished speaking, he couldn't help thinking of Xu Tong's sly smile, and felt more and more annoyed in his heart. He squinted in the direction of the hall, and those eyes turned red.

"It's finally here, do you have a sense of punctuality?? We're almost 10 minutes late!!"

There were three men and one woman in the hall. After seeing Xu Tong walking in, the fat man sitting on the sofa slapped his thigh and looked like he was waiting for you.

Facing the impatient expression on Fatty's face, the boy wearing glasses and dressed as a student turned embarrassed. He bowed his head in embarrassment and said, "That... this is not my classmate."

"No, no, it's just to fill the vacancy, so I won't wait for him."

Fatty looked at the boy with disgust: "If it wasn't for the fact that this script kill requires five people to play, we could have waited so long for him??"

The young man knew that he was wrong, so naturally he couldn't defend himself, so he could only keep his head down in silence.

Xu Tong took a look at the boy dressed as a student, and after thinking about it, he still didn't tell him that your classmate has already passed your life and died young.

Seeing this, another young man hurriedly stood up and smoothed out: "Okay, okay, come out to play, don't get mad about the little things."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and introduced himself to Xu Tong: "My name is Zhang Hao, I'm a UP master, and 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 30 years old, wearing a black professional attire, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and was sitting on the sofa reading a magazine.

For Xu Tong's gaze, the woman just smiled and nodded and said softly, "Zhou Yu."

"My name is Li Bo, just call me Bo Ge. I'm an old man who often plays script and kills."

Fatty put down his mobile phone and touched the big gold chain around his neck with one hand and said, "This store has already sent me an invitation card, if it's fun, I'll make a membership here, and you can find me if you play frequently in the future. "

"Wang Shaohui, a student of our University of Science and Technology, just came to try it when I had time." The young man said shyly.

"Hey, if you haven't played it before, just tell me if you have any questions, don't mess with it yourself."

Li Bo was originally very unhappy with Wang Shaohui, and after listening to his tone, it seemed that he had never played the script to kill, and even more impatiently raised Erlang's legs.

On the side, Zhang Hao patted Wang Shaohui's shoulder and reassured; "There is nothing difficult, script killing has only become popular recently. Simply put, it is a big script, everyone has their own identity and script, according to Our script flow just goes."

In fact, the earliest prototype of script killing was a game hall such as the House of Horrors. Later, someone came up with a whim and added the script setting to it. Everyone has their own settings and plots. Right now, the script killing experience hall is in full swing.

Moreover, in recent years, the type of script killing has not limited to the original brain-burning suspense style. Many top scripts are often those that are easy to flow, such as "Onion" and other scripts.

But even if it is popular, it is still a niche game.

After all, even a small script takes at least two hours, and a big script takes three to four hours.

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

This is also a fatal blow to a UP master who mainly attacks script killing.

So when I received an invitation card from this script killing and was told that there was a new script, I would take the two-hour train ride from the neighboring city and an hour of Didi to rush over.

If it weren't for the fact that only players with invitation cards were accepted here, he would definitely choose a few familiar old players to play with, rather than strangers who were formed temporarily.

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

Xu Tong sat on the sofa, picked up a magazine, and glanced at everyone, and finally focused on the magazine in his hand.

The magazines here seem to be custom-made in the store, and there are stills of various ghosts.

I opened it and read two pages, although it was a still photo, it was full of realism, the background was weird and weird, and some photos were even taken on the cemetery.

At this moment, Xu Tong suddenly raised his brows and stared intently at the magazine, a black and white photo of a human face hanging on a beam, the facial features on the face were twisted together in pain, giving people an extremely strong feeling Impact.

Fatty Li Bo was sitting next to Xu Tong. Seeing him looking at the magazine in his hand in silence, he turned his head and glanced at him. After seeing the photos in the magazine, he couldn't help grinning: "It's okay, but The expression is too exaggerated, if I come to shoot, I promise to be better than him."

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

Li Bo stayed for a while, although he knew that the other party was joking, he always felt that there was no way to describe it.

So he didn't ask what kind of role he was suitable for, but looked at the time on the watch and shouted impatiently: "It's okay, why don't you start when everyone is together!"

As soon as the voice fell, there was a humming sound of the door being pushed open in everyone's ears.

"Om~~"

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

"Hello everyone, I'm the host of this script kill. The game can already be started. Come in and prepare."

The woman's voice is very soft, with a feeling of a water town in the south of the Yangtze River. The bright red cheongsam and the swallowtail hairstyle are all eye-catching, as if the woman in the movie Shanghai Beach came out of the screen.

The fat man looked back at the host and couldn't move his eyes away. His eyes were staring at the round and plump chest on the host's chest, which almost made his saliva drool.

"Okay, let's get started!"

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

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

"Wow!"

The long corridor is lined with carefully framed stills.

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

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

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

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

"Everyone can choose a room with the roles and scripts you will play this time."

The host's voice was still very melodious and melodious. Hearing the fat man Li Bo felt numb all over, he walked over to the host and smiled and said, "Do you need to change clothes? I mean, is there a size as big as mine? ?"

As he said, he tugged on his collar with his fingers, trying to make his big gold chain stand out a little more.

The host danced the paper fan in his hand, raised his brows slightly, and those peach blossom eyes almost pulled out Fatty's soul: "Don't worry, there must be clothes you're wearing."

"Good, good, good."

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

Following Zhou Yu, he opened a door without looking back and walked in. Seeing Zhou Yu closing the door behind him, Xu Tong narrowed his eyelids thoughtfully.

Wang Shaohui and Zhang Hao chose the third and second doors on the left.

Looking at the only remaining door, Xu Tong's eyes gradually heated up. He stepped forward and pushed it gently. After the door was pushed open, there was a table and chairs 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 what was in the box, the light in the room in front of him suddenly flashed a few times and then went out suddenly. .

power cut?
In doubt, a gray-white lamppost suddenly shone down from overhead.

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

"Yo!!"

I saw behind him, I don't know when there was an extra black coffin, one end of the coffin was facing him, and the word "shou" was written on it.
　Made some changes to the details, changed the name of the protagonist, and changed the name from Xu Feng to Xu Tong.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)