章 188: Video
Rong Zheng searched for a long time in the props before he saw a motorcycle in the corner. He straddled it with his long legs and saw that the key was inserted in the keyhole. He looked at the oil gauge and saw that the oil was half full. It was a bit dangerous. Rong Zheng didn't want to experience the result of running out of oil halfway through driving.
It seems that the amount used should be controlled.
When he came in, he didn't see any landslides or rings on the stage. Don't know how to fly when getting on the stage. But the motorcycle is light, at least it shouldn't be a big problem to fly.
When he was studying it, Chapman came over with a dark face and grabbed Rong Zheng's arm. Rong Zheng looked up and glanced at him.
"You said you would help me, how do you do it?" Chapman looked anxious, holding a wooden sign in his hand.
Rong Zheng glanced at it and saw the words [11 Flywheel] clearly written on it.
One of the performance lists in the circus is called Flywheel, but the more accurate name is Flywheel of Death. The flywheel looks like a small Ferris wheel, but there are only three 'boxes', which are just ordinary rings. Performers need to roll inside and outside the rings when the flywheel rotates, from the inside to the outside, and even run fast on the wheels, all for the purpose of not falling off.
The flywheel is more than ten meters high, and the stage floor is concrete. If you fall off, you will be disabled if not dead. Not to mention non-professionals, even professionals have to take great risks when performing on the flywheel. Only the flying trapeze artist can compare with it in terms of dangerousness, they all died from falling to the ground from high place.
Chapman has obviously seen acrobatics, at least he knows what a flywheel is, he doesn't want to stand on it at all.
"Are you sure you want to do it?" Rong Zheng whispered, "I can't guarantee a 100% success rate."
"At least there is a success rate, right?" Chapman whispered, "Damn it, just don't let me get on this flywheel."
"No, you have to get on." Rong Zheng said coldly, "You won't die if you stand on the inside of the wheel. You just need to keep a good rhythm. The plan requires performance, but how to perform is up to you."
Chapman's eyes widened: "If I accidentally fall out of it..."
"I don't care." Rong Zheng said, "I'm No. 17, you have to wait for me to get on."
"If I wait for you to get on, an hour would pass!"
Rong Zheng sighed, he looked around for prisoners who were looking for props waved to Chapman and whispered something to him. Chapman looked at him suspiciously: "Will this work ma?"
"I don't know, you can try."
Chapman snorted, turned around and walked among other prisoners, occasionally glancing at the wooden signs in their hands, then saw a man who was thinner than McPhail, holding a sign of [13 Equestrianism] in his hand, stepped forward, grabbed his arm and threatened: "Give me the sign."
David, who was suddenly grabbed by the prisoner NPC, looked up at him without showing a trace of fear: "What if I say no ne?"
Rong Zheng in the corner sat on a motorcycle with his arms around his chest, watching the show.
"Then I'll kill you now." Chapman threatened in a low voice.
David raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and his hand tightly grasped Chapman's wrist. Under the other party's surprised expression, he twisted it hard, and Chapman immediately screamed in pain.
"Do you think I'm a soft persimmon ma?" David said coldly, "Unfortunaly, I've practiced before."
Rong Zheng didn't mean to intervene. He glanced at David's physique and recalled his previous actions. Practiced before? Maybe he did practice, but to be able to use such a strong force, he must have used cards to strengthen himself.
As a player, David certainly couldn't just kill Chapman directly, and he was not interested in wasting his energy on an NPC. Since he didn't see Adela in the maze yesterday, didn't see Adela come out in the end, David was in a bad mood.
A man with black hair and black eyes came over and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." David said, letting go of his hand.
Chapman took the opportunity to slip away, trying to find other targets. However, because of his actions just now, he was noticed by everyone. The prisoners immediately gathered together according to the performance names on the wooden signs in their hands. Chapman walked around and threatened several people but got nothing. Instead, two people who drew [Flywheel] like him came up to discuss cooperation. Chapman left angrily and continued to meet Rong Zheng in the corner. Then he saw a tall and thin man standing next to Rong Zheng.
"Who is he?" Chapman asked in a rough voice. He was in a bad mood now, and his tone of voice was a bit bad.
The tall and thin man looked at Chapman, finally determined that this person was an NPC, so he moved his eyes away and didn't bother to pay attention.
"Marion." Rong Zheng introduced with a smile, "He and I drawn to the motorcycle racing show, and he was ranked one number behind me. Because he can't ride a motorcycle, he came to ask me for advice."
Chapman stared at the wooden sign in Marion's hand with a fierce look. Marion looked at him warily. In the end, Chapman did not take it away. Instead, he walked to the side and squatted down in anger. He stopped talking and his eyes were red.
Rong Zheng did not say much. He continued to teach Marion the basics of riding a motorcycle. After sending the man away, he came to Chapman and whispered, "I thought you would give it another try."
"I can't ride a motorcycle." Chapman said. He knew that McPhail was referring to why he didn't try to grab the wooden sign of another motorcycle show.
Rong Zheng: "I can teach you."
"My wrist was swollen by the man just now. You need to hold the handle of the motorcycle tightly to play with the motorcycle. I can't do it. I will only fall down." Chapman muttered to himself, "I am a failed man. In the end, I can't do anything well." That's why his girlfriend left him.
There was a hint of self-abandonment in his words.
Rong Zheng looked at him disappointedly: "Do you want to give up? Want to die? Then forget it ba, just pretend that I didn't look for you."
"What else can I do?" Chapman growled.
Rong Zheng leaned over and whispered: "Since you are willing to face death, what else is there to be afraid of? The worst thing is death, why not take a gamble?"
Chapman wiped his face: "... What to do, you say ba."
No matter what, it won't get worse.
Rong Zheng was very satisfied. Since entering the dungeon, he has been observing other prisoners, especially players. It was not until Chapman provoked other prisoners just now that Rong Zheng finally figured out the bottom. Then, it's time to reap the harvest, starting with prison guard Kurt.
Thirty days? No, if it's limited to this team, five days will be enough to end it all.
It's great to be among the prisoners.
When Yan Li was discussing with Anna how to play aerial silk hanging safely, he saw the hidden smile on Rong Zheng's mouth standing in the dark, and inexplicably felt cold behind. He wouldn't... want to play a big elimination in this level ba.
It is possible that in the later levels, there are rarely situations where all the players are mixed together, everyone is playing a high-risk game. If you slightly change someone's performance, you can successfully eliminate someone. It's a rare opportunity, so don't miss it. Thinking about it this way, Yan Li found that he was also quite tempted.
Then do it, anyway, this is their purpose. Start with Anna in front of him. Even if he hasn't distinguished whether the other party is an NPC or a player, she has already revealed her killing intention, so it doesn't matter if he fights back ba. It's not his fault if he accidentally hurts someone.
Well, it was decided happily.
"Simone?" Anna asked, blinking her beautiful big eyes, "As long as you tie the silk and do the movements, it will be fine, right?"
"Yes, it's okay to pose." Yan Li immediately said to her, "Just do a few yoga-like movements, I will teach you."
"Well, then don't stay too far away from me." Anna blushed and whispered. Otherwise, how can she pull someone to die in a dangerous moment ne?
Yan Li: "Well, I will definitely not be too far from you." Otherwise, how could he do such a dirty trick ne.
Both of them had gentle smiles on their faces, each with their own ulterior motives.
The opening remarks on the stage soon ended, and the clown-dressed leader came back, clapping his hands with a smile to attract the attention of all the prisoners, and shouted: "Are you happy ma? Are you excited ma? There are thirteen guests watching your performance today."
Thirteen? Rong Zheng was suspicious. The red-haired prison guard could not come in because he had no prisoners under his command, so there should be twelve people.
Where did the thirteenth person come from?
The clown was still cheering loudly: "Now is the time for our Luminous Circus to become famous. You must do your best to perform and remember your time. Violations are never allowed. Okay, go on stage. The first program is tightrope walking. Where is the performer ne? Where is the person ne?"
A tall man squatted in the corner and shivered. This is an NPC. Rong Zheng had already excluded him from the observation list. Unexpectedly, he was the first one.
"No, I won't go. What tightrope walking? I can't walk on a tightrope at all!" The man shouted in despair.
"That won't do. According to our contract, you must go on stage." The clown tilted his head and smiled, "Please go on stage, sir."
The man shook his head and refused desperately, turning around and trying to run. Then he bumped into an executioner covered in black at the door.
"Oh, guest, you can't go backstage here." The clown walked over happily, "He is the first performer, he is going to perform tightrope walking."
"Perform?" The executioner raised his mouth, "Then perform ba." He carried the man onto the stage.
The man was carried onto the stage wailing, the clown stood at the door leading to the stage with a smile and stared. After only two minutes, he heard a bang. The clown sighed, looked at the backstage and said, "Next, the second person's performance is still tightrope walking."
Everyone was silent, then the second prisoner was carried out.
Facing the inhuman executioner, no one here can resist.
The clown smiled and suggested to everyone: "It is a rule to go on stage in order, but I also said o, you can go on stage together. The more lively the better ma."
No one moved, everyone was watching.
This time it was faster. After only one minute, the clown sighed: "The actors this year are not good. I hope the performance of the trapeze artist can be more beautiful."
Andy, who was standing at the back and holding [6 trapeze artists], turned pale.
In the audience seats in front of the stage, Bai Leshui tilted his head and dozed, while Duan Yan was chatting happily with the prison guard next to him.
The man on the stage was driven onto the stage by the executioner, picked up the bamboo pole and walked onto the thin wire.
Bai Leshui did not like to watch such performances, let alone such performances without wearing any safety equipment. Even when the safety facilities were fully equipped, he did not like to watch such performances.
Fortunately, the prison guards only needed to sit here and act like spectators. Bai Leshui looked around, then raised his head and saw a small camera on the roof, hidden in the darkness. Only the glass lens reflected a little bright color because of the lighting on the stage.
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