Chapter 5 [Day One Part 5]

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APRIL 13, 2021~ 8ONI

Second to bite the dust~~~ Erm, so skip from here until you see the Bold [].
And yes, another death in this chapter.
Told you people die left and right, but don’t worry, this is still tame compared to what will coming next~~~ :evil laughter:

Fang Daichuan’s mind was blank.

Ding Zihui’s scream almost pierced his eardrums, and the stench was inside his nose, which couldn’t be erased.
Everyone stood up subconsciously, and the sound of stool legs scratched the floor.
The sound makes people remember when the teacher accidentally scratched the blackboard with their fingernails when writing, which made the teeth aching.

Only Fang Daichuan sat where he was.

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

Ol’ Chen is really dead.

Dead in front of my eyes, his blood splattered in my face.

Fang Daichuan could not feel his breathing, nor could he hear all the sounds from the outside world.
He sat opposite the deceased and saw the blood flowing over the table, soaking all the playing cards.
The ghost card is under his half-broken head, and the clown’s bright red face seemed to have a weird smile on it.

This is not a reality show by Huo Long Guo.
Fang Daichuan finally realized that this was a real death game, and those people were holding real guns.

“No more games!” A man pushed a chair away and ran out of the house.
He stumbled a bit on the road for some unknown reason.
“Someone is murdered! I don’t want to play anymore, I don’t want any money.
No more games!!!”

He yelled and ran towards the door waving his hands.

Boom–

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There is another gunshot and his footsteps stopped.
Fang Daichuan saw a large blood blooming out of his back.
Out of inertia, he still moved forward and slammed heavily on the sturdy metal door.

He fell down, head in the doorway, his fingers still twitching, and a small puddle of blood gradually seeped under his body.

Ding Zihui’s hand danced wildly on her chest, her eyes widened.
She did not cry or scream this time.

The group of people who had reacted a lot earlier did not react this time.
The teenager who cried the hardest before, now, the crying stopped abruptly, he even forgot to hide his face in his mother’s arms.
Everyone looked at the corpse at the door with full attention.

The silence is heavy.

Fang Daichuan couldn’t remember when he started approaching the corpse, he walked towards the door under the staff’s gunpoints.
Turns out this is how it feels like to have a dozen guns pointed at you.
Fang Daichuan thought, his scalp was numb, the hairs on his body were rising, his body felt like it was densely covered with rashes, and there were tiny bugs crawling underneath the skin.
There is an electricity run wildly on his body, makes him want to jump up, or shake his shoulders vigorously.

He swallowed his saliva, raised his hands, and explained: “I… won’t run, I just want to see him, I want to see if he… is dead.”

The muzzle was still firmly pointed to him, no one spoke, and no one dared to move.
Not far away, Ol’ Chen’s blood finally soaked the entire table, dripping from the edge of the table, making a sound every half a second, and then the blood started dripping more and more densely, finally turning into a whole stream of blood.
Fang Daichuan’s fingers touched the side of the deceased’s neck lightly, and the deceased’s hands were still twitching, but he couldn’t feel any pulse at all.
He turned his head, a cold sweat on his forehead flowing down to the corner of his eye, and he shook his head at the others.

[END of Murder Stuff]

Everyone finally came back to live.

The child reacts first.
He curled his mouth, but did not 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 her clothes.

The girl who gave all the lucky value to her lover fell directly to the ground, and the boyfriend on her side put his hand through her armpit, dragging her up.

“Welcome everyone to the Werewolf Game,” the person behind the loudspeaker said while laughing, “There is no retreat, no chance, no regrets.”

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The voice that has been altered by the voice changer was cold and malicious, it gives the feelings of inorganic matter, like the pupils of a snake, or the pale bones of a dead person, Fang Daichuan is trembling.

The voice then said, quite embarrassingly: “Now we have one less player, if I know someone will die, why should we play a game of ghost hunting? I finally made up 13 people.”

Fang Daichuan swallowed his saliva: “Who are you, and why are you killing them?!”

“Oh, you don’t know? You haven’t signed a contract?” The person stretched their voice and give low chuckle,”It seems that we made a mistake.
You are the real “ghost” who got into our Düsterwald .”

Clicks, the sound of bullets pushing into the barrel of the gun.

Fang Daichuan is no stranger to firearms.
When he was young, his parents were busy and no one supervised him.
He was often taken to the police station, then either the person on duty or the logistics clerk will take care of him.
He have been to the training ground when he was bored, watching his uncles and aunts* train, and he has also touched real guns.
The cold black metal feels like a first-class mechanical keyboard or a computer with a metal shell.
It is cold and exquisite.
He doesn’t feel it’s terrible.
Later, he joined the entertainment industry by accident.
Because of his good martial art, he often acted in anti-war movies and kicked the invader’s ass, he is familiar with the model guns, the blank cartridge, he has tied a blood bag on his chest, shot, fell to the ground and died.

(T/N: Not real uncles and aunts, but his parent’s co-worker)

But it doesn’t mean that, because he is used to the real thing, that when there is a gun in front of his forehead, he won’t panic.
The back of Fang Daichuan’s shirt was already wet.

“I didn’t mean to be here,” Fang Daichuan took a few deep breaths, his voice still trembling, his throat was dry, he explained, “I’m going to participate in a reality tv show on the Huo Long Guo called ‘Werewolf’.
The filming location is in Qingdao.
If you don’t believe me, you can search on the Internet.
At this time, there should be a trailer and promotion news came out already.
My plane was delayed, and the program team said that they would send a car to pick me up.
I accidentally got in your car.
I didn’t mean it!”

Fang Daichuan didn’t know where he should look, the person who controlled his life and death was not at the scene. He should be able to see me, Fang Daichuan thought.
He raised his head and looked for the camera, hoping to convey his sincere look to the people behind the scenes.

The electric voice sounded indifferently: ” I don’t care if you deliberately come in or not.
Anyway, I don’t have enough people.
Since you are here, you have to continue playing.
What is your name?”

Fang Daichuan couldn’t describe his mood at that moment, as if he is a fallen magician* who made a deal with the devil, once he told his name, he would also hand over his soul.
However, he is now at his wits’ end, he swallows, and tells his full name: “Fang Daichuan.”

(T/N: So the raw are [法师, Fǎshī] and dictionary gives me ‘one who has mastered the sutras (Buddhism)’ and when I search the picture all I got is a Monk or Exorcism Master picture from drama.
But using Monk sounds … not good plus all the examples I google are using magician/mage so magician it is.)

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“Fang Daichuan, ho ho, I wish you luck.”- the voice sounds as if it was a curse from hell.

“Little ghost, you don’t understand our rules.” The voice unexpectedly explained to the Daichuan, “Our game is fair and voluntary, oh, except for you, you poor thing.
The ‘Werewolf game’ we play here is real.
In this game of death, everyone who came has signed the agreement.
‘The game has no rules.
Once it starts, it can’t be stopped.
People who came out alive can win huge rewards, the deceased will have nothing.’ You can ask them if what I said is true or not.
Since you have come to Düsterwald , you have to abide by the rules in the contract, if you want to win the money then survive.
Isn’t it a simple thing to do?”

To Fang Daichuan’s surprise, this behind-the-scenes boss explained eloquently, justifiably, and did not sound like a mad man at all.
——But nowadays, many sociopaths are looking normal from the outside.

The voice laughed again and said: “Is anyone else disagreeing?” His tone was kind, and somewhat polite and gentle, but Fang Daichuan only felt that this tone was far more scary than a threat or curse.

Who would dare to object? The one who disagrees was already lying on the door, and no one dared to speak.

“Great, let’s start drawing cards.
Sinian, send the card boxes to everyone.” The voice became excited with obvious expectation on it, as if the person is a child about to see ants fighting, with some malicious innocence.

The mixed-race brother commanded people to put the card box on the table without expression.

There are a total of 13 card boxes, exquisite workmanship, square cubes, wrapped in brown leather, and four corners wrapped in brass.

“Everyone picks a character box at random.
The 13 character boxes have the same appearance and weight.
Each box has a character card and game rules.
There will be four bottles of wolf poison in the werewolf box.
The witch box contained a poison and an antidote.
The effective time for wolf poison is half an hour, and the antidote can still work within half an hour.
If it is more than half an hour, then it is game over.
The witch’s poison is working immediately and there is no antidote for that.
I wish you all a good time.”

The girl named Yang Song hurried forward, picked up a box and shook it.
There is no sound.

“It is useless,” Fang Daichuan sighed.
“Since he said that the weights are equal and the appearance is the same, it must be fixed with a foam packaging.
The potion and paper are fixed and stuck inside, so it can’t be shaken off.”

Yang Song didn’t believe it and shook all the boxes one by one.
As Fang Daichuan said, none of the boxes made a sound.
She sighed, then took out a box and slumped on the chair: “There is no way, live or death… To each their own.”

Compared with other crying girls, Yang Song was calm and rational.
She had signed the contract earlier.
Compared with Fang Daichuan, she was somewhat psychologically prepared.

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Everyone also reacted, rushing to grab the box, as if they were afraid that they would be left behind with a bad card.
Fang Daichuan looked around, but didn’t move.
Ding Zihui picked a box and asked him, “Why don’t you pick it?”

Fang Daichuan sighed: “My luck is bad.
If I pick others’ leftovers, there may be a good card left.
But if I pick it myself I will definitely pick a bad card.
I’m used to it.”

The others have picked the box, but there is nothing to choose, just a random box.
Fang Daichuan walked over, muddled between the remaining two boxes, eventually he chose one with his eyes closed.

There was only the last box left on the table.

“There is one less person, what should we do?” The man laughed low, with indescribable malice in his voice, he commanded, “Sinian, why don’t you stay and play with them?”

Damn it! Even wild beasts look after their young*, and a rabbit doesn’t eat the grass by its own burrow**! Fang Daichuan turned his face to look at the little mixed-race brother, who also turned pale and stood motionless.
Among these people in black, he was the only one who didn’t hold a gun, didn’t have beards and big muscles, and looked gentle, so he looks easy to bully.
The foreign staff next to him pulled his collar, tore off the earphones attached to his neckline, and pointed the gun at his eyebrows.

idiom/a-tiger-though-cruel-will-not-devour-its-cubs-idiom

https://www.purpleculture.net/dictionary-details/?word=%E5%85%94%E5%AD%90%E4%B8%8D%E5%90%83%E7%AA%9D%E8%BE%B9%E8%8D%89

The voice continued with a laugh: “Sinian, accompany the guests, be good.”

The little brother glanced at the other players.
Everyone looked at him with complicated eyes.
The gaze is filled with hatred, fear and a subtle sympathy.
Sinian gave up trying to resist.
He raised his head and stared at the dark muzzle between his brows, bowed his head and sighed, stepped forward, his fingers shaking, and took the last box on the table.

“It’s great, great,” the mad man applauded and laughed.
“It’s soon to be dark outside.
You’d better find a safe place and look at your identity box.
There are surprises.
Oh right, everyone, in addition to the character card in the box, there is also an unmarked identity magnetic card.
Remember to swipe the character card and bind your fingerprints.
It will be of great use….
I forgot to remind you that there is active submarine volcano* near this island.
After seven days, the island will be completely transformed into an island of death, enveloped in water steam, carbon dioxide, volcanic debris and lava from the underwater explosion.
I will send a helicopter to pick up the winner.
Remember, God only favors the wise, and only the winner will be taken away using the helicopter.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Submarine_volcano

“My dear guests, once again, welcome to Düsterwald .
Now would unrelated personnel please quickly leave, and our werewolf game can officially begin!”