Witch Open Your Eyes - Chapter 4

The desert island really deserves a ridiculous word.

There are cliffs on both sides of the southeast. The sea is tumbling and hitting the stone walls. There is a gentle hill in the middle of the island. On both sides of the hillside are meadow trees. Near the coast are sandy beaches and rocks.

Of course Fang Daichuan didn’t know what happened at Liuting Airport. This deserted island on the high seas was already thousands of miles away from the border of China. He still regards all this as a reality show variety show, but the process is somewhat different.

“It’s this island…” Lao Chen stood at the door of the cabin with emotion. The gaze he looked at his feet was strange, which made Fang Daichuan unconsciously a little square. How do you say that gaze was very complicated. Although Fang Daichuan is not good at learning art, for so many years of acting, he is somewhat sensitive to these emotional things. What does Lao Chen’s look look like? It’s like looking at my own child, and he’s the kind of child who was sold out when he was young and came to him when he grew up. A little missed, a little guilty, and a little scared…

In the middle of the desert island, on a gentle hilltop, there is a big villa with four floors, a beautiful small garden in the backyard, and a large apron in front. The helicopter landed on the spot, and several people in black twisted his arms and took him out of the cabin with Old Chen. Fang Daichuan reflexively looked for the camera, grabbing the lens while throwing a stalk: “Brother! You really hurt me, don’t be so rude! How come people are delicate flowers, take pity on them!”

The man in black behind him put a knee on his **** and shouted, “Shutup!”

“Oh, I understand this sentence,” Fang Daichuan pursed his mouth to be cute, “You are the real murderer.”

I didn’t think it was when I was in the sky. After coming down, Fang Daichuan glanced around and found that the apron was quite big, with dozens of helicopters parked around, scattered around. There are quite a lot of people, Fang Daichuan thought.

Under normal circumstances, the first step for a reality show should be to allocate a dressing room, and then the members recommend each other to get to know each other, meet the chief director together, exchange the script, and then draw lots. Not this time. Fang Daichuan was directly pushed into the villa.

The first floor of the villa is a banquet hall, about five or six meters high, with long tassels hanging down from crystal chandeliers, making the entire space spacious and bright. More than a dozen people were sitting around a long table, men and women, old and young, and they all looked back when they heard someone coming in.

Fang Daichuan felt that something was wrong, because he didn’t know any of these people.

Could it be an amateur variety show? Fang Daichuan thought to himself, Xiao Zhou said, this show is to support the hostess of Dragon Fruit Station, is it possible to find a bunch of amateurs to match the show, specially to support the hostess? Is there a bit more of that person? This is not easy to edit.

Reality shows are at most 90 minutes per session, and the length of the shots given to everyone is basically fixed. Too long makes the audience tired and there will be less laughter. Too short is not conducive to the performance of the guests, and the audience is not impressed. So basically, the current reality shows will try their best to find a balance between the number of guests and the development of the story. The international practice is 6-9 people.

Fang Daichuan glanced at it roughly. There were already 12 people in the room, plus himself and Lao Chen, and there were already 14 people, and it was enough for the group AB.

But how are werewolves divided into group AB? There are also two camps, but they are divided into groups from the beginning, where is there any suspense? How to cut the clip? Fang Dai Kawagoe saw the more he couldn’t figure out what Dragon Fruit Terrace was thinking.

The staff let go of them, the handsome mixed-race boy glanced at him and gestured at the staff. His status seems to be higher than that of other staff members, and so is his appearance. The rest of the men in black filed to stand beside them, aiming their guns at the back of their heads.

The door of the villa slammed shut.

Should I say hello to everyone first? Fang Daichuan thought.

“Sorry… we’re late, I’m Fang Daichuan, everyone has been waiting for a long time.” Fang Daichuan greeted him with a giggle.

No one paid attention to him, everyone was tense in spirit and pale, staring at the small table in front of them. Fang Daichuan felt a little embarrassed. He felt that these people were acting too much, so he scratched his head and pulled a chair away and sat down. Old Chen sat opposite him.

A girl next to him opened her mouth and smiled at him reluctantly: “I know you, have you filmed a costume TV series, “The Demon”? You are a good friend of the actor, Master Wang San still Master Chen San?”

Fang Daichuan sighed, “Master Xie San.”

“Oh,” the girl twitched her mouth in embarrassment, “I’m sorry to remember it wrong, it’s Young Master Xie San, very handsome.”

Fang Daichuan smiled at her and thanked her.

The girl looked around, and when she saw the black hole of the pistol, she swallowed and said nervously, “My name is Ding Zihui, please take care of it in a while.”

“No problem!” Fang Daichuan agreed. It seems that this is the female MC, Fang Daichuan thought, this girl does not look like a goddess at all, nor does she have a facelift. She is the one who is sweet and charming. It is fine to play a little sister next door. Is it set up as the goddess of wisdom? Fang Daichuan thought while shaking hands with the other party.

“Hello everyone, welcome to Dustewald.” A voice appeared out of thin air.

Everyone was taken aback by the sound. The speaker seemed to be using a voice changer, and there was a hissing electric current, and men and women could not be heard. Fang Daichuan knew in his heart that this was a common method used in reality shows. It was the sound from a loudspeaker hidden around the room, but he still pretended to be frightened, trembled, and made a frightened expression on his face.

That voice is probably the chief director, or the executive director, who deliberately speaks with a voice changer to produce program effects.

The voice continued: “A long, long time ago, on the top of a steep mountain on the Rhine, there was a small village named “Dustwald”. This small village was attacked by werewolves every night. Werewolves and villagers After a desperate fight, the thirteen villagers who finally escaped from their birth built a boat and escaped from this cursed village. The boat carried thirteen villagers to a deserted island, and they did it for this. The island was named “Dustvard” and started life again. But with the first full moon night, something terrifying finally happened. Among the thirteen villagers, the descendants of werewolves were hidden. A new killing game is about to be staged on this desert island.”

Yes, this story is very six, Fang Daichuan said in his heart, there is an atmosphere of pretending to be crazy.

However, a girl sitting in the top position frowned and said, “Thirteen villagers? But we have fourteen in total!”

Fang Daichuan froze for a moment, but no, their long table is seven pairs of tables, and the first one has a master seat. Now the master seat is all empty, and the goose wings on both sides of the table are lined up and occupied. There are 14 people in even numbers.

The “Chief Director” chuckled softly, and continued: “It seems that our ship has encountered an unexpected guest. There are ghosts disguised as humans and mixed into our Dustewald. What can we do, our character card is only Thirteen sheets.”

“Then, before the game officially starts, let’s play a warm-up game of “ghost hunting”.”

“There are two poker pictures in the cabinet behind you. Sinian, you come to be the croupier.” “Chief Director” ordered.

The half-blood brother who escorted Fang Daichuan to the island bowed his head and walked to the back cabinet to take out two playing cards. It turns out that his name is Sinian, Fang Daichuan turned his head and looked at his back and thought, but I don’t know which two words are? Is he Chinese? He also has a role as an NPC? He is actually the MC that Dragon Fruit Platform wants to support, right? !

“The rules of’ghost hunting’ must be clear to everyone,” the “Chief Director” introduced, “There are a total of 108 cards in the two playing cards, three ghost cards are removed, and a total of 105 cards are drawn. Eight cards with the same number of cards are drawn and discarded, and the cards are drawn from the upper hand in order, and the same number of cards are continued to be discarded. In the end, the remaining single ghost card is in the hand of the “ghost” mixed into the villager team. ”

“Si Nian, deal with the cards.” The “Chief Director” gave an order, and the ghostly voice change and the gloomy tone of voice were handled very well, and even Fang Daichuan felt cold when he heard it.

The mixed-race boy was superb in his poker hand. Two playing cards were turned over and over in his hand, shuffling a bridge. His complexion was white and his fingers quickly swept across the black card back, which made people dazzling. He shuffled the cards and handed them out to the fourteen people present.

I don’t want a wave. Fang Daichuan thought that he had lost the first level, and he probably had to go back home. He shuddered involuntarily when he thought of Xiao Zhou’s Wanniang face and Deng Ge’s gloomy eyes.

The cards have been dealt. There were seven cards in front of Fang Daichuan. He took a deep breath and turned over the cards. Luckily, there were two pairs. He quickly pulled them out and threw them into the card pool in the center of the table like everyone else.

Everyone has three to seven cards in his hand, and everyone looks like a big enemy. The man diagonally across was pale with a dying expression. Everyone looked at each other and tried, guessing that the man had drawn a ghost card. The suspected ghost card was in Old Chen’s home, and Chen had already forced a drop of sweat from his forehead.

“From the beginning, Yang Song, please draw a card.” Another command came from the loudspeaker.

The girl called Yang Song was the one who first questioned the number of people. She was about 20 years old, with no expression on her face, and she looked extremely cold.

She took a deep breath and drew a card from the upper hand opposite her, then compared it, quickly drew two identical cards and threw them into the card pool.

Her next face immediately loosened a lot, drawing the same card to prove that it was not a ghost card. The next house immediately drew a card from Yang Song.

The game progressed fast, fast and silent, Fang Daichuan watched everyone’s expressions closely, especially when Old Chen drew the house card. Everyone stared at them, and Old Chen chose the middle one for half a minute. His previous family clung to the card and didn’t want to be taken away by him. Old Chen jerked, his expression loosened in an instant. He looked at the card surface, held everyone’s gaze, and threw two identical cards on the table.

Fang Daichuan let out a long sigh of relief.

The game has been played for three rounds.

A teenage child who came with his mother was the first to get out of the way. This kind of card game child has the most luck and can’t help it.

Ding Zihui was the second one to walk away. She gently placed the last two cards in her hand on the table, her fingers still trembling, and then quickly drew a cross on her forehead and shoulders, putting her hands on her chest to pray.

Anyone who has played ghost hunting knows that in this game, getting a ghost card is not the most terrible at the beginning. As the game progresses, the ghost card is easy to release, and the more exciting it becomes later.

Sure enough, after two-thirds of the players had already walked away, it was Lao Chen’s turn to draw cards again. This time the expression on his face could no longer be stretched, and it was instantly white.

His master was so excited that he was crying, and he took three deep breaths to control his emotions.

The ghost card changed hands.

Lao Chen raised his eyes to look at Fang Daichuan, his hands kept moving, shuffling and shuffling all three cards.

Fang Daichuan swallowed. There are two cards left in his hand. Old Chen has three cards left. There are four people left on the court. Old Chen’s home, and the woman with a child, both of whom have only There is one card left.

Fang Daichuan’s fingers touched Lao Chen’s cards one by one, and Lao Chen’s eyes moved with his fingers, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Fang Daichuan comforted himself, and if he caught a ghost, he would get a ghost. Anyway, he would go home, but the tight and anxious atmosphere on the court could not allow him to comfort himself like this. No matter what, just pick one. Fang Daichuan glanced to the right. The mixed-race brother named Sinian stood in the empty seat on his right, looking at him meaningfully.

Just choose the right! Fang Daichuan drew lightly and put it into his hand.

Three different cards, no ghosts, and no identical cards. Fang Daichuan’s expression was calm, without the joy of escaping from his birth, nor the annoyance of a mourning concubine, he silently fanned out his hand and handed it to his next home for selection.

His next home is Ding Zihui, who has already taken off, and the next few people have also taken off. At present, the next home is the young mother with a child on the stage. She is far away from him. There is probably nothing to be seen from the expressions of him and Old Chen. After two minutes of entanglement, Fang Daichuan’s hands are sour. Then he came over and drew the card in the middle.

The king of hearts was drawn away. The young mother let out a sigh, fell softly on the chair, and threw the only two kings in her hand into the card pool.

Only the last three people were left. It was time for Lao Chen’s upper family to draw cards. His original upper family got away, so according to the regulations, he had to withdraw one from Fang Daichuan. He has the last card left.

Fang Daichuan shuffled the cards casually, and the man started to draw as soon as he gritted his teeth. A girl beside him slammed his arm.

“What about baby?” he asked. The two of them seem to be lovers.

The girl’s body trembled lightly and kissed his face: “Du Wei, I give you all the lucky value, you must not die.”

As for what, Fang Daichuan is quite speechless to such drama couples, playing a reality show, making it the same as life and death. “Hurry up!” Fang Daichuan compared the cards in his hand impatiently.

Du Wei closed his eyes tightly and drew out a card, the ace of spades, exactly the same as the card in his hand.

Du Wei couldn’t help but throw out the card in his hand, and kissed his girlfriend by his side fiercely, and the two of them shook off.

The outcome has been divided.

Fang Daichuan has only the last card left. According to the rules of the game, Lao Chen will draw another card from his hand. The ghost card that didn’t let go was destined to stay in Old Chen’s hands.

Old Chen’s face was as pale as paper. He tremblingly took the card from Fang Daichuan’s hand, and drew it with another card of the same rank and pressed it on the table. Only the last reversed card was left in his hand.

Brother Sinian turned over that card and advanced the card pool—the ghost card.

Fang Daichuan was very tired after playing this game with a strained spirit. He touched his pocket and wanted to smoke a cigarette. He was worried that it was a reality show, and he was restrained.

There was a strange silence in the room.

The hissing electric current in the corner of the house rang again: “The victory or defeat is divided. It seems that the ghosts that have mixed into the ship have been found. Then we have solved the ghosts and let’s officially start the game. I can’t wait.”

As soon as he finished speaking, no one had reacted yet, the foreign devil standing behind Old Chen took two steps back and fired with a bang.

Bright red blood and yellow and white brains splashed all over the table.

The playing cards in the card pool were instantly soaked with blood. Fang Daichuan sat opposite Lao Chen, with a string of blood and brains spilled on his face and chest.

The fishy liquid was still warm, and Fang Daichuan was fiercely clever. Fang Daichuan stupidly stretched out his hand and touched the blood on his face. The blood dripped onto the table along his trembling fingertips, and all he smelled of death in his nose.

Old Chen’s head was completely broken, his body threw forward heavily, and the broken half of his head hit the ghost card that was turned over in front of him.

“Ah!” Ding Zihui, who was beside Fang Daichuan, closed his eyes and screamed when he looked up to the sky.