The elite man obviously did not feel Lin Huai's love for fishing. He seemed to be incomprehensible and frowned: "What?"

"Don't understand? Forget it." Lin Huai stood up, "There is no reason for us to bring a drag bottle that can't even catch fish..."

Chu Tianshu complained to him on the side: "...What obsession do you have with fishing?"

After receiving the rejection, the elite man and the doctor woman could only take their red pills face to face. It can be seen with the naked eye that after fighting a life and death battle, they could only treat each other like a pair of resentful couples who can't stand each other again.

Be prepared for the other party to drive the boat one step ahead and leave the island.

They ignored the two men and got on the boat themselves. The boat went along the water, and Lin Huai sat on the boat, flipping through the "Book of Misfortune" in his hand.

"Look," he pointed to the third story, "the third painting is completed, and the third story is also out."

"What kind of story is it?"

"It's another story about a girl who was deceived by a scumbag." Lin Huai shrugged, "The heroine is a general who is famous on the battlefield. Her daughter was exposed by her subordinates. She gave up her career for love and married her Phoenix male subordinate.

In the end, she was forced to stay in a house by her subordinates and became a housewife. The subordinate cheated on her and took a concubine. His daughter had her feet bound and was burned to death in the fire because she could not crawl out..."

"The first story is about the female protagonist being eaten by the male protagonist. The second story is about the female protagonist being deceived by the male protagonist and 'married' to a mountain god. The third story is about the female protagonist being scumbag by the male protagonist...

…These three paintings all point to the revenge of every unlucky woman." Chu Tianshu tapped the side of the ship with his fingers,

"And the last story among these four stories is 'Chrysanthemum', and Zhu Pi means 'holding the son's hand and growing old together with him'... Connecting these first few stories, I can't help but have a guess..."

Lin Huai turned around: "What guess?"

Chu Tianshu said: "This story is most likely a story between a prince and a princess, which is in line with the ancient background."

Lin Huai: "Considering the consistency of the painting style, it makes sense."

Chu Tianshu: "At the same time, it is about the deep sadomasochistic love between men and women. Every story seems to have the flavor of ancient romance sadomasochism, about the deep sadomasochistic love, the chance encounter, love, killing, revenge, and abuse..."

Lin Huai: "You are right...but are you sure that the first three stories are all sadomasochistic love between men and women? They are obviously similar to the ongoing rule of law in "The ○ in the palm" and "Beicheng Yi ○ The Sea Never Sleeps"

"The magical realism is so bloody..."

Chu Tianshu said: "At the same time, it also involves the 'chrysanthemum'. From the second and third stories, the 'flower' is a symbolic concept. The blood splashed on the screen is plum blossoms.

, the hair floating under the ice is orchids, the blood stains dragged out by kneeling on the beach are bamboos, which are related to the appearance of chrysanthemums..."

He looked at Lin Huai and stretched out five fingers and twisted them: "Isn't it similar to the way an electric fan rotates?"

Lin Huaixu raised his eyes: "So?"

"Electric fan, ancient style, princess, prince..." Chu Tianshu said confidently, "I suspect that the last story is a story about a princess who was hung on an electric fan by the prince for three days..."

Lin Huai: "...ah?"

"And our task is to draw a 'chrysanthemum'." Chu Tianshu said, "In every copy of this game, the ghosts adhere to the concept of paying blood for blood. Therefore, what we need to do is to

The prince, the owner of the chrysanthemum village, hung it on an electric fan and let him turn it for three days in order to get the shadow of the 'chrysanthemum'..."

Lin Huai: "...I don't think that's the case, but let's talk about it."

He stared at the shadow of his right hand in the sun, reflected on the deck: "Holding my hand, I grow old with you... Do you think that the shadow of your hand does look a bit like a chrysanthemum?"

He moved his long and flexible fingers and stared at the changes in the shadow: "The three prompts given in the previous game all have their own meanings. 'The peach is shining brightly, its flowers are burning', which means we need to use the village owner

blood, splattered

Click to complete the tree full of plum blossoms. The so-called "Yiren, on the side of the water" means that the orchid is painted in the water. We need to enter the dreamland and rescue the orchid's body in the water, with her long legs floating under the ice.

Shadows form orchids.”

"Next, it's 'like fighting, like discussing, like polishing'." Chu Tianshu continued, "Speaking of this puzzle, it is relatively easy to explain. As long as the enemies of Li Gui kneel down on the ground,

The long bloodstains on the surface are the so-called 'bamboo', which is both violent and aesthetically pleasing..."

"So the last sentence, 'hold your hand and grow old together', should be... we need to hold Li Gui's hand?"

Lin Huai looked at his palms, and at the same time, the sound of a ship about to dock came from the water waves.

Juzhuang has arrived.

Similar to Plum, Orchid and Bamboo Village, the entire Chrysanthemum Island was in the bleak autumn wind. In the evening, the setting sun cast long shadows on both of them.

Different from other islands, this island has no mountains or hills. There is only a castle in the middle of the island covered with red lanterns——

Old style theater!

From the appearance alone, this old-style theater is extremely shabby. An old man wearing a black hood sat in front of the theater gate holding a lantern.

He had his head hung down, as if he was extremely old, leaning against a chair to support his energy. He didn't look like a living person, but more like a layer of skin, supported only by his clothes and bones.

It brought up some of his spirit as a person.

Seeing the two of them coming, he stood up from the bamboo chair unsteadily and said hoarsely: "You two... are here to watch the show too. Cough cough, cough cough..."

He coughed so hard that Lin Huai almost suspected that he was going to cough out his lungs. The moment he raised his hand, Lin Huai noticed that there was a jade ring on his skinny finger.

The jade ring flashed past, and the old man held a lantern and said to the two of them: "Since you are here to watch the show, come in."

He turned around, and the heavy night was also pressing down at this moment. The red lanterns all over the courtyard lit up at this moment!

Lanterns illuminated the courtyard. There were hundreds of wooden seats in the courtyard, and there was a person sitting on each of them!

They were all wrapped in body bags, and their whole bodies were covered tightly, leaving no curves that could identify their body shapes. Only one right hand was exposed, which stretched out from the small hole on the side of the body bag.

Place it quietly on the seat handle.

Hundreds of body bags, like white silk cocoons, sit quietly in the courtyard.

The theater should have been a lively occasion, but these body bags turned out to be the only audience for the actors on the stage. This combination of the morgue and the theater was extremely strange, and added to the solemnity.

A sense of absurdity.

Lin and Chu followed the old man and walked along the path between the "spectators". The body bags were silent and did not make any sound.

"This scene is so weird." Lin Huai looked at the red lanterns, the audience in pale body bags, and the dark stage in the distance, and secretly said to Chu Tianshu, "I didn't expect..."

Chu Tianshu: "What didn't you expect?"

Lin Huai: "I have only heard of the 500-day professional audience, but I have never heard of the rented dead audience wearing body bags. It can be seen that the performance of this ghost theater is so bad that it is unbearable for living people. I can only

Find dead people to make up the numbers."

Chu Tianshu:......

"But -" Lin Huai continued, "What are they doing with one hand exposed?"

Chu Tianshu thought for a while: "Maybe it's to applaud the performance."

Lin Huaixu raised his eyes: "But they only showed one hand."

Chu Tianshu said: "Slap your belly, the sound will be louder."

The old man walking in front of them stiffened for a moment, as if he had never seen a player speak like this in this scene.

The old man led the two people to the first row. There were two empty seats in the first row, facing the stage covered by black cloth. He turned to the two people and said in a hoarse voice: "Please take a seat.

"

The two finally took their seats, one on the left and the other on the right.

As soon as Chu Tianshu sat down, he noticed that the seat still retained some warmth.

——Perhaps less than ten minutes ago, a mixed-race man and a white-collar woman were still sitting in this seat.

Lin Huai sat on his left, and a ghost in a body bag sat on his right. After the old man led them to the theater, he stood on the other side. Chu Tianshu looked left and right, zipping up his black and white coat.

tallest and wearing a hat.

Lin Huai saw his inexplicable behavior and asked: "What are you doing?"

Chu Tianshu: "I try to be gregarious."

Lin Huai:?

Chu Tianshu said: "Do you think these white body bags are their support uniforms?"

After the two of them sat firmly, the old man handed them two pink playbills one by one. After that, he returned to the corner, as quietly as a shadow.

There are a total of five plays written on the pink playlist.

The first play is called Face Changing.

The second play is called Spitfire.

The third play is called Flying Knife.

The fourth play is called Dongli.

The fifth play is called Holding Hands.

Different from the last two plays, the first three plays were all written in red ink. Just when Lin Huai wanted to lick the paper to taste whether there was a smell of lies or blood, there were already people on the stage.

There was a bell.

"clang--"

"clang--"

"clang--"
To be continued...