Chapter 1 Tram Dilemma

Author: Monroe Wuque

Chapter 1 Tram Dilemma

"I wish you a happy dance!"

A brisk female voice rang out, followed by a deep magnetic male voice.

"The mask on the mask may just be able to release one's own nature."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Miao's eyes were blinded by darkness.

When his vision recovered, Wei Miao found that he had transferred from the blue initial login interface to a tram car.

In the empty carriage, she was the only passenger. The tram was driving smoothly, and outside the window was a scene of the same trees. Looking at the twilight, it was evening.

Wei Miao straightened the gray rabbit head hood. Although it was a head hood, it looked realistic, with blood-red eyes turning, and she saw the surrounding environment.

An electronic screen was hung on the ceiling above the front, and a dark blue light suddenly lit up and the video began to play.

On the screen, a man wearing a silver-white gentleman mask wearing a black tuxedo stood on the stage. Three spotlights hit him, but there was nothing around him, only deep darkness.

He reached out and took off his top hat and greeted the audience in front of the screen. After returning to the top hat, he held a staff in both hands, and opened the show with a passionate tone: "Welcome to the first time in the "Masked Balloon"! The dance has already begun, and the mask is acting as a disguise!"

Accompanied by the words is rich in body movements, which fully mobilizes the audience's passion.

"We are about to have our first dance game, and it's also your newbie's guide. You can think of me as the host of the dance." He raised a finger, "Let's make a choice, a very simple choice."

"There are five players on the tram. Now, the tram is about to pass a fork in the road, and there are three roads ahead."

He raised his cane with his right hand, and a little in the darkness, a square screen appeared, and the tracks in front of the tram were played on it.

"Ten kids were asleep on the track to the left."

The square screen switches the lens, focusing on a track occupied by ten sleeping children.

They slept sweetly, about seven or eight years old, lying in the middle of the track, innocent and ignorant, and had no idea what kind of fate they were going to face.

"The straight road leads to a cliff. That is to say, if the lane does not change, the tram will rush into the abyss without hesitation."

Wei Miao saw the cliff at the end of the track. The track between this side and the opposite cliff was cut off for some reason, so that the tram could only slide down to the darkness below when it passed. The breaking point bent downward, and it didn't look like it was damaged naturally.

“There are seven awake children sitting on the track to the right.”

The screen followed the words to the camera. Seven children were sitting quietly in the center of the track in cute clothes, facing the screen, staring straight at the camera, as if they could see the audience outside the screen.

They were awake and accepted the trial soon.

"The right to choose the route of the tram is in your hands. The five players, no matter what choice they make, are considered clearance, but the tram will drive towards its end according to the choice of most people."

On the solidified silver-white mask, the smile looked a little ridiculous at the moment: "But those who make most choices will receive additional rewards."

"There are two buttons on the armrest on your left, representing the left and right directions. If you don't press any buttons, it means you choose to go straight. You have three minutes to make a choice. If a 1:2:2 ticket situation occurs, you will randomly select one of the same ticket options and let everything be handed over to God."

The ups and downs tone seemed a little excited: "At the end, I kindly reminded that in the game, the senses are absolutely true to us, and the experience of death is no exception."

"Then everyone, press the buttons of life and death!"

The lingering sound of the last sentence is still echoing in the car, but the electronic screen has switched to the countdown interface.

The scarlet 3:00 countdown passes tickingly, giving people an extreme sense of depression.

Wei Miao leaned against the soft cushion of the chair, his blood-colored eyes were dull, and he fell into thinking.

It is indeed unexpected that the soul-searching question begins when a novice guide is in progress. The complexity of this problem has exceeded the scope that logic can predict.

If the three options are just torture human nature, then the additional rewards give players a more utilitarian thinking direction, shifting their focus from "humanity" to "what will most people choose", which is a component of psychological game.

However, humans are really too complex species, especially those related to the soul. It is hard to say that they must have hit the other person's mind.

For Wei Miao, if the direction of the tram is determined only by himself, then this question is very simple.

You can choose both the left and right paths, but the only thing you don’t choose is the straight path.

It’s not because she is selfish, but because she has a more transcendent perspective.

She makes choices from the perspective of "player". As the main body of the game, players will suffer, be angry, and be happy... To a certain extent, they are a collection of data and spirit.

But what do these children have? They are essentially a string of cold data that only simulates the appearance of people. Can this be said to be "human"?

"Put people first", Wei Miao's heart tends to be left and right.

However, the problem is given to the player. Virtual reality gives people an unparalleled sense of scene immersion. When facing this problem, players cannot break out of the constraints of the given situation and think about the problem from the player's perspective. Instead, they regard it as a simulation of the real situation. This is also the original intention of the copy.

So, what will the players who "share life and death" with her choose?

The gray rabbit scratched her long ears, which showed that she was in trouble.

Should I choose to pull five people in the same car for a "death experience" or to endure the so-called torture of conscience and choose the right path?

There are not only differences in the number of people on the left and right paths, but also in the state of death - some people die in a confused state in their sleep, while some people feel the breath of death that is coming to their faces. How should we make a decision?

Time passed by, and Wei Miao glanced at the bright red countdown on the screen, and it was still moving like a sculpture.

The left and right arrow buttons on the left armrest are shiny with a weird luster, the tram is stable, and the scenery outside the window is stretched and twisted like an oil painting.

0:03.

0:02.

0:01.

0:00!

The tram skipped through the left and right paths and flew straight away, jumping into the cliff with screams mixed with screams in the carriage.

In the darkness that even screams cannot be pierced, Wei Miao first heard the deafening sound of impact, and the tram beneath her trembled and fell apart. She herself had an intimate contact with something, and was suddenly unconscious in the severe pain all over her body.

By the time she came to her senses, she had stretched from the first person perspective to the high-altitude God's perspective.

A bunch of ruins with no tram looks scattered at the bottom of the cliff, with figures wearing various hoods or masks covered in blood.

Immediately, the camera stretched away and focused on the children sleeping in a row on the left track. They opened their scarlet eyes, grinned at the corners of their mouths, and their cute faces showed a hideous smile, with a contrasting sense of evil.

Their foreheads had sharp horns, and their mini bat wings stretched out behind them, and flew towards the distant edge of dusk in a terrible and strange laughter.

The camera switched again, and this time it came to the track on the right. The children sitting straight up raised their weird smiles. On top of their heads, white misty smoke was generated out of thin air, and finally merged into one place to form a black and white screen like an old documentary.

On the screen, seven children carried large hammers that were completely inconsistent with their figures and came to the upper track at the cliff.

They raised their hammers and first hit the track near the opposite shore until the track bends and deforms, and eventually breaks. They then return to the track at the cliff here and smashes it down again. Finally, the broken track in the middle fell to the bottom of the cliff.

They threw the hammer off the cliff, walked back along the track, turned to the right track, and found a position to sit down obediently.

The children on both sides look cute and innocent, innocent and pitiful, but they are either demons or strange "naughty children" in the dark!

The host's laughter rattled: "Congratulations on making the final choice, three of whom chose the straight path, one chose the right path, and one chose the left path."

"The ending is as you see, you are dead. And the seemingly innocent children are actually the incarnation of the demon and the culprit."

His laughter contained obvious gloom.

Wei Miao became interested in the "mask" concept promoted by this game, and even a novice guide promoted its own theme in a unique way.

"The appearance is the most clumsy disguise and cannot see through the skin. There is no way to jump to the end of the dance."

This is written in the official website slogan.

The host left a sentence at the end: "The game is over, I wish you all a happy dance!"

The afterglow of dusk was swallowed by the horizon, and the world was entering the darkness. Weimiao's vision slowly dimmed, accompanied by strange laughter coming from afar.

When it lights up again, Wei Miao came to a space that looks like an fitting room, about ten square meters in size, and in front is a retro floor-to-ceiling mirror decorated with gilded patterns.

One of the outstanding advantages of "Masked Balloon" is that its transition is smooth, the immersive experience is full of feeling, and it has a bit of a black technology flavor.

This is obviously a personal space. There is a gold frame, red leather upholstered seat in the corner, and a row of clothes hangers are placed next to it. The ceiling is about four meters high. A piece of leather paper is nailed on the wall next to the mirror with a big tack.

Wei Miao stood in front of the mirror, and the gray rabbit's head was firmly placed on his head, but it was not stuffy or uncomfortable. But he looked around like usual, shaking his head, as if he was integrated with his head.

The black suit in the initial configuration was sporty and fitted to her thin body, and the red bow tie was seriously tied to the neckline. Wei Miao had never adjusted her height, and her figure of about 160cm made her look like a doll in a cartoon. In addition, when she established a character, she chose "neutral" in gender, and her head and shoulders were slightly funny.

She removed the leather paper from the wall, which wrote the basic information of her characters in ornate Gothic form.

【ID: Mr. Gray Rabbit】

【Gender: Neutral】

【Mask: Gray Rabbit (0)】

【Camouflage coefficient: 0】

【Identity Identification: 0】

【Pank level: Mask】

[Game Coin: 100 (additional reward for guidance from beginners)]

I hope everyone likes my work! Let’s talk about the tone, infinite stream, no CP, slightly black, and the camp is chaotic and neutral. There is a male supporting role, but not stock trading, but in the game, who knows whether a person is a man or a woman?

If possible, can you ask for a three-game? (Recommended votes, collections, readings)

Wuque (let’s call yourself this for the time being) Thank you here! (-people-)

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Chapter completed!