Time to See the Reality Chapter 5

Max Fang's mind went blank.

Lily Ding's scream almost pierced his eardrums, and his nose was filled with the fishy smell that could not be wiped away. Everyone stood up subconsciously, and the legs of the stools scraped on the floor, which reminded people of the teacher's scratching on the blackboard with his fingernails when he was writing when he was a child, which made his teeth ache.

Only Max Fang sat there blankly.

This is not a special effect. Lao Chen's head is not a prop carefully prepared by the prop team, and the fishy smell is not specially prepared artificial plasma. All of this is real.

Old Henry is really dead.

He died before my eyes, with blood splattering all over my face.

Max Fang could not feel his own breathing, nor could he hear any noise from the outside world. He sat opposite the dead man and saw the blood flowing over the table, soaking all the playing cards. The joker card was pressed under his half-broken head, and a strange smile seemed to bloom on the clown's bright red face.

This is not a reality show on Dragon Fruit Channel, Max Fang realized belatedly, this is a real death game, and those people are holding real guns.

"I don't want to play anymore!" A man pushed the chair away and ran out of the house. He was tripped by something on the way and his steps were a little unsteady. "This is Fcuking life-threatening! I don't want to play anymore, no matter how much money you give me, I won't play anymore! I don't want to play anymore!!!"

He yelled and waved his hands and ran towards the door.

boom---

Another gunshot, and his steps stopped. Max Fang saw a large amount of blood burst out from behind him, and his body still fell forward out of inertia, hitting the heavy metal door with a clang.

He fell down and hit his head at the door, his fingers still twitching and a small pool of blood gradually seeping out from under his body.

Lily Ding waved her hands in front of her chest and her eyes were wide open. This time she didn't cry or scream.

The group of people who had reacted strongly just now did not overreact at all this time. The one who cried the most was the ten-year-old child, but his crying stopped abruptly at this time, and he even forgot to bury his face in his mother's arms. Everyone stared at the body by the door with one mind.

There was complete silence.

Max Fang didn't remember how he walked towards the corpse. He walked towards the door with all the guns pointed at him. This is what it felt like to be pointed at by a dozen guns, Max Fang thought. His scalp was numb and the hairs on his body were about to explode. It felt like his body was covered with rashes and tiny bugs were crawling out from under his skin. It also felt like there was an electric current running around, and he wanted to jump up like crazy or shake his shoulders vigorously.

He swallowed, raised his hands, and explained: "I... don't want to leave. I just want to see him. I want to see if he... is dead."

The muzzle of the gun was still firmly fixed on him. No one spoke, and no one dared to move. Not far away, Lao Chen's blood finally soaked the entire table and dripped from the edge of the table. Every half a second, there was a snapping sound, and then the blood drops became more and more dense, and finally turned into the sound of blood flowing in streams. Max Fang's fingers gently touched the side of the dead man's neck. The dead man's hand was still twitching, but the carotid artery was no longer moving. He turned his head, and a bead of cold sweat on his forehead fell directly along the corner of his eye. He shook his head at the others.

Everyone seemed to have a switch turned on.

The child was the first to react. He pouted but didn't dare to cry loudly. He turned around and hugged his mother's legs, buried his head in his mother's waist, and bit the corner of his mother's clothes tightly.

The girl, who had given all her luck to her lover, collapsed to the ground. Her boyfriend put his hands under her armpits and pulled her up.

"Welcome to the Werewolf Game," the man behind the megaphone said with a smile. "There is no retreat, no chance, no regrets."

The voice processed by the voice changer was cold and malicious, as if it were inorganic, like the pupils of a snake, or the pale bones of a dead person. Max Fang shuddered violently.

The voice was rather embarrassed: "You guys are such a jerk. Sometimes there's one more person, sometimes there's one less person. If we had known that someone would die, why would we play the ghost hunting game? I finally managed to get 13 people together."

Max Fang swallowed his saliva: "Who are you? Why do you kill them?!"

"Oh~ You didn't know? You didn't sign the contract?" The man stretched out his voice and laughed softly, "It seems that we made a mistake. You are the real 'ghost' who sneaked into our Dustward."

There were a few clicks, and the sound of bullets being pushed into the gun chamber.

Max Fang is not unfamiliar with firearms. When he was a child, his parents were busy and no one cared about him. He was often taken to the police station and asked to be looked after by the uncle on duty or the logistics clerk. When he was bored, he would sneak to the training ground to watch his uncles and aunts train. He also touched real guns secretly. The cold black metal seemed to feel no different from a first-class mechanical keyboard or a metal-cased computer. It was also a cold and delicate thing, and he didn't think it was that scary. Later, he accidentally entered the entertainment industry. Because of his good kung fu, he often played some anti-Japanese war dramas where he tore the devils apart with his bare hands. He touched model guns, fired blank bullets, tied a blood bag on his chest, and played a role of falling to the ground after being shot and dying.

But that doesn't mean that when a real gun is pointed at your head, you will get used to it and stop panicking. The back of Max Fang's shirt was already wet.

"I didn't mean to get in here," Max Fang took a few deep breaths, his voice still trembling and his throat dry, he explained, "I'm going to participate in a reality show on Pitaya TV called 'Werewolf Killing', filming location is in Qingdao, if you don't believe me you can search online, there are probably Reuters and pre-announcements by now. My flight was delayed, the production team said they would send a car to pick me up, so I accidentally got on your car. I didn't mean to!"

Max Fang didn't know where to look. The person who controlled his life and death was not at the scene at this time. He should be able to see me, Max Fang thought. He looked up to find the camera, hoping to convey his sincere expression to the eyes of the person behind the scenes.

The electric voice sounded indifferently: "I don't care whether you sneaked in on purpose or not. Anyway, I don't have enough people. Since you are here, I have no choice but to continue playing. What's your name?"

Max Fang couldn't describe his feelings at that moment. He was like a fallen wizard who made a deal with the devil. Once he gave up his name, he gave up his soul. However, the threat of death was imminent. He swallowed and said word by word: "Max Fang."

"Max Fang, hehe, I wish you good luck."---It seemed like a curse from hell.

"Little ghost, you don't understand our rules." Dianyin unexpectedly explained to Max Fang, "Our game is fair and voluntary, except for you, the unlucky poor guy. 'Werewolf Game' is a real death game. Everyone who comes here has signed a life and death agreement. 'The game has no rules. Once it starts, it cannot be stopped. The living can win huge rewards, and death will leave people with nothing.' Go back and ask them if this is written in our contract? Since you have come to Dustward, you must abide by the rules of the contract. How can you win money and stay alive at the same time? "

To Max Fang's surprise, the boss behind the scenes explained it in a very logical and well-reasoned way, and he didn't sound like a schizophrenic lunatic. ---But who can say for sure? There are many people with normal IQs and antisocial personalities these days.

The voice laughed again and said, "Does anyone have any objections?" His tone was kind and somewhat gentle and polite, but Max Fang felt that this tone was much more frightening than threats and swearing.

How could anyone dare to object? The one who had objections was already lying at the door, and no one dared to speak.

"Great, then let's start drawing cards. Jason Si, pass out the card boxes to everyone." The man's voice was full of anticipation and excitement, like a child who is about to see ants fighting, with some malicious innocence.

The mixed-race boy ordered people to put the card box on the table with an expressionless face.

There are thirteen card boxes in total, exquisitely crafted, square cubes, wrapped in brown leather, with brass wrapped around the four corners.

"Each person randomly chooses a character box. The thirteen character boxes have the same appearance and are of equal weight. Each box contains a character card and game rules. The werewolf box also contains four bottles of wolfsbane, and the witch box contains one bottle of poison and one antidote. The wolfsbane takes half an hour to take effect. If you get the antidote within half an hour, you can still be saved. If you get the antidote within half an hour, you're sorry. The witch's poison takes effect immediately and there is no antidote. I wish you all a happy game."

The girl named Grace Yang walked over quickly, picked up a box and shook it. There was no sound at all.

"Don't bother," Max Fang sighed, "Since he said the weight and appearance are the same, then it must be fixed with foam. The injection and paper are stuck inside, so there's no way to shake it out."

Grace Yang didn't believe it, so she shook all the boxes one by one. As Max Fang said, none of the boxes made different sounds. She sighed, took a box and slumped in the chair: "There's nothing we can do. Life and death... We'll leave it to fate."

Compared to other crying and shouting girls, Grace Yang was relatively calm and rational. She had already signed the contract, so she was more mentally prepared than Max Fang who barged in blindly.

Everyone reacted and rushed to grab the box, as if they were afraid that if they were late, they would only be left with a bad hand. Max Fang looked around, but he didn't move. Lily Ding picked a box and came over to ask him: "Why don't you pick one?"

Max Fang sighed: "I'm so lucky. If someone leaves me a good card, I might still have one left. If I choose by myself, I'm sure I'll pick a common one. I'm used to it."

The others had already picked their boxes. Actually, there was nothing to choose from. They just randomly picked a box. Max Fang walked over, hesitated for a moment between the two remaining boxes, and chose one with his eyes closed.

There was only one box left on the table.

"There's still one person missing. What should we do?" The man laughed softly, with unspeakable malice in his voice. He ordered, "Jason Si, how about you stay and play with them?"

Fcuk! Even a tiger won't eat its own cubs, and even a rabbit won't eat grass near its nest! Max Fang turned to look at the mixed-race boy, whose face turned pale and he stood there motionless. Among these men in black, he was the only one who didn't hold a gun, didn't have a beard or big muscles, and looked gentle and was the easiest to bully. The foreign devil next to him grabbed his collar, pulled off the headphones on his collar, and pointed the gun at his forehead.

The voice-over continued with a smile: "Jason Si, accompany our guests, dear."

The young man glanced at the other players. Everyone looked at him with complicated expressions, fear, hatred, and a subtle sense of sympathy. Jason Si gave up resisting. He looked up at the black muzzle of the gun between his eyebrows, lowered his head and sighed, took a step forward, and took the last box on the table with trembling fingers.

"Great, great," the psychopath clapped and laughed, "It's getting late outside, you'd better find a safe place and check your identity box, there will be an unexpected surprise. Oh, by the way, in addition to the role card, your box also has an unmarked identity magnetic card, remember to swipe the role card and bind your fingerprint, it will be very useful. ... I forgot to remind you that there is an underwater volcano near this island, an active volcano. In seven days, this island will be covered by water vapor, carbon dioxide, volcanic debris and lava from underwater explosions, and it will completely become an island of death. At that time, I will send a helicopter to pick up the winner. Remember, God only favors the wise, and my helicopter will only take the winner away."

"My dear guests, welcome to Dustward again. Now please leave immediately if you are not necessary. Our werewolf game is about to begin!"