1.
White light passed, von Lang and one hundred thirty-seven were gone.
I have appeared in a white heavens and earth. There’s nothing here. I look down and I’m still wearing that white shirt, black pants.
I’ll sit on my legs, shut my eyes, and recover my strength and my strength.
This game is so weird.
The bloodiest, resource-crowded and murderous scenes lingered at the first level.
It’s like a survival game.
Either he dies or he survives.
I wonder how long it’s been as long as a century, and I wake up from a strange song.
The cold, deep female tone reminds us of the “dark” and “crawl” and “dry tree.”
“Congratulations on the first test of the first round of the customs competition, you can choose whether to continue the game. I’m sorry.
I didn’t even want to open my eyes and said, “What if I didn’t go on?” I’m sorry.
“You will die. I’m sorry.
I’m:
I said, “What are you talking about? I’m sorry.
A hundred years of bullshit?
The electromechanical sound: “State the facts and give you a choice. I’m sorry.
I put my lips on it, “Go on playing. I’m sorry.
“Okay. Number 32, open the second level. I’m sorry.
Wait? What’s number 32? Same number as number 137?
And who are you people? How do you manipulate things, set scenes and transport people?
I got dumped before I could ask the exit.
I keep smiling.
And in his heart he scolded the eight generations of his ancestors with the electromechanical sound and those behind it.
2.
It’s a loft on the surface.
On the ninth floor of the attic, the layers folded, the beams painted, the fine sculpture.
It also has a copper bell on its hook, and the balconies are transparent and glowing under the moonlight.
Push the window and see a round of moons in the distant sky. And there’s the gills on the water.
It’s so beautiful, so weird, so deep.
Because of the absence of any landings around them, the fine, isolated woody buildings floated on the unbridled surface of water.
I’m on the third floor.
I stood in front of a wooden window, frowned and looked far away, and I barely found out the structure of the building.
At the same time, the rest of the population, or players, are being transported to a copy of the game in various “falls” or “slides” positions.
Two or three of them were angry and even scolded: “What the fuck is wrong with you?” Who’s that? I’m sorry.
I am keenly aware of the difference between this and the previous copy.
The last copy, the first copy, seems unconscious to many. I don’t know my name, I don’t think I’m in a game, more like walking through the prescribed procedure.
And in this copy, it’s obvious that everyone is conscious.
Then suddenly I heard from behind, “The Spirit.” I’m sorry.
“Lintou! I’m sorry.
I looked back and saw Von Lang and 137 waved at me.
Von Lang is also dressed as a student, Sven, with a white face with a flat glasses, a plaid shirt and white long pants.
He looks great, no worse than a star, and walks in school by the type of girl she likes.
The one hundred and thirty-seven dress is a little bit more refined, and the hair of the waist is slashed into two ponytails, and it is very lively for the girls next door.
I was a little surprised, but I didn’t ask any questions, but I said, “Lan, Junior.” I’m sorry.
And when I approached them, I whispered, “What about you?” What’s the number?”
“Yes, I am 33. I’m sorry.
One hundred thirty-seven scratched his head and said, “I have one, too, thirty-four.” Are you calling me number 137 or 34? I’m sorry.
I’m:
Von Lan:
And I hesitated to choose, “Let’s call you Junior 37 in private. You’re still number 34 in the open.” Because there’s likely to be a new number 37 or one hundred and thirty-seven. I’m sorry.
And We weighed a few points and said to von Lan: “I doubt that this number is according to the remnants of the last game. I just don’t know how many people there are. I’m sorry.
Von Lan also stomped his twigs, and his face was heavy. He looked out the window and said, “This is still an island type, with a lot of mirrors. This game is interesting. I’m sorry.
I was about to say something, and then I suddenly heard a little distant air, but the cold and weird voice came over my head.
It’s far, but close.
Like at the top of the ninth attic.
It’s like a woman crying.
I can hear the song in this mumbling:
“The distant lover died, and I hid his skin.”
“The moon is like frost, and the drums of flowers are strung.”
“When will you be buried?”
“I’ll whisper, I’m afraid I’ll wait until the earth grows.”
“I’ll whisper, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait for a glass of water.”
“When will you die of agitated anger?”
“I’m afraid I’ll be lost and empty.”
“Man is scattered, empty.”
3.
Singing sounds like the stinging of a blackboard with a fingernail. Everyone quiet down.
I got goosebumps and my fingerbone joint, and I said, “Do you hear the lyrics? I’m sorry.
One hundred and thirty-seven is skeptical.
von Lang: Almost, a few words are uncertain. I’m sorry.
I said, “I’m still repeating it. Listen carefully, we’ll discuss it later. I’m sorry.
This crazy song is repeated every half hour or so.
The woman’s narration was clear, but with a local accent that I did not know if it was Shigeshikawa, I had a long discussion with von Lang and one hundred and thirty-seven before I had to come up with a complete version.
And then he looks like one.
Von Lan was the first to say: “Have you ever heard of sister drums? I’m sorry.
“The one from the Internet? And so I thought, by the way, I said, “It’s one of the stories of the legend, and I’ll see you on the other hand. A little girl lived with her sister from a young age and one day she found her sister missing and began to look around. But no way to find it. It was not until she met a compassionate Lama and heard the drums and songs coming from the sky that she realized that her sister had been killed and that adult drums had been made. Every time a drum is sounded, it’s a girl’s song. I’m sorry.
One hundred and thirty-seven listens.
I shrugged my shoulder and scared her: “The song is in the southwest, so this copy is probably related to folklore.” And like a garbala bowl made out of a high monk’s skull…”
One hundred and thirty-seven screamed: “Come on, man! I’m sorry.
I touched her head and I went on to say, “There are more evil factions in Tibetan Buddhism, and they’ll make a living sacrifice.” Of course, with a little song, we can’t extrapolate much. I was walking around, and for security reasons, the remaining floors didn’t go, only the third floor. There’s only a few clues. There’s a few Doncatus on the wall. You guys come here. I’m sorry.
I led them to the attic corner.
At this time, more and more people are coming to the building. Not a few of the rollers were thrown in.
They either search carefully, or they talk to the people around them, like they’re in an alliance.
Men and women are of different ages and forms. Surprisingly, there are all kinds of colours.
We passed the crowd, and von Lang walked and whispered what he was thinking, and when he came to the corner of the wall, he whispered, “Tunca, 120. I’m sorry.
“What is this?” I’m sorry.
“Current number. “There are 120 people on this floor. I’m sorry.
The number is still growing, and a man who fell badly will appear later.
This time, I lead them through three Donka paintings in the corner.
Buddhist Tanga is colorful and gilded, describing Buddhist stories on dark paper.
And as I was going to say what I was going to say, I suddenly sounded that unknown electronic sound.
It is as if it is everywhere, and it is unsettling: “One hundred and twenty-eight players survived the first round of the “sea races” and are all here. Start the second game. First, help Young-jin find her skin. I’m sorry.
As the electron tail dissipated, the sound of wood pedals pedaling on the stairs slowly sounded.
It’s heavy, slow, smooth.
I heard someone say, “Why are your steps so heavy? I’m sorry.
With the sound of wood, a shadow appeared on the stairs from the second to the third floor.
First, the dark head, then the shrouded face, then the red shirt, which was still dripping blood, and finally, we saw her legs and her feet in white socks and wood.
Only one leg left.
This man, or this man’s unidentified object Junjin… she jumped up.
3.
Even if it’s so weird, it’s so fucked-up, it’s a small woman.
Many of the men present were stronger than her. There are a couple of men who talk together and move.
I looked at Feng Lan and put my hand on his shoulder, shaking his head slowly: “Just wait and see what happens.” There’s a hundred of them. We don’t have to do this. I’m sorry.
The three of us are 10 centimetres high on the side, with a high view, but stay back and hide in the crowd.
And when Jung Kim jumped up, the head of the cape turned 360 degrees, and the cold eye was swept from everyone.
If the men in the pack were too hostile, she turned her head upside down and put a few of them in her index finger, so she jumped and went up to the steps on the fourth floor.
One of the men, who had a spider web on his neck and a little duck-sniffed, called Junjin but was more cautious, asking questions and not doing anything, said, “You are Junjin?” I need to find your bag. Where’s your skin? How are we going to find it without a hint? I’m sorry.
With his word, Young-jin’s move is settled.
Like a slow shot in a movie, she turned around in a very exaggerating position, turning her wrists around, and then, in a moment, she centred on her wrists, like a spring stretching up to 20 metres, and then went up to the ceiling and down to the duck’s throat.
And at this point, her sole foot was stuck to the ground.
It’s a step forward.
One hundred and thirty-seven didn’t scream, so I covered her in my eyes so that the monster wouldn’t notice.
At the same time, Joo-jin smiled and looked at the duck’s throat for a moment and said, “Oh, you said, “Oh, my skin, my first bag, isn’t it here with you?” I’m sorry.
All she saw was her squeaking, breaking the neck of the male duck, dragging it to the stairwell, cutting it three or two by five, and putting in the joints of his arms, elbows, elbows, thighs, knees and ankles, which he did not know where to pull out.
With the long nails on the other side of the line, Junjin pulled a dozen long lines like a spider web and jumped on the stairs.
The head of the duck’s voice is twisted from an abnormal angle, and the joints of the limbs are broken, and they are also twisted like puppets.
Every time I jump, I pull him up.
Sticky blood, following the stairs, twig, twig.
No one dares to speak around, back off. I put 137 and von Lang behind me, holding my elbows against the crowd that kept pushing back.
For some time, the sound went up the fourth floor, immediately following the fifth floor, and then the sound was too small for the people who were so cold to move.
But I was a little surprised: “Isn’t the first song coming from the roof?” Did Young-jin just jump from the floor? Did she go down or did she say there was more than one? I’m sorry.
4.
“…”377 says, “Big brother, don’t scare me. I’m sorry.
I did not return her, but I said to Von Lan, “Put me down.” I’m sorry.
It says that I went straight out of the window, left only half a leg in the room, squeezed the window frame with one hand and looked out.
Von Lan grabbed my ankle and kept me from falling.
I’ll look back. It’s like the big moon is not far away, and it’s possible to reach out.
In this place, the noise is low, and there’s still a jump up there.
The sound ended up on the top floor, the ninth floor.
I looked at the meeting and looked at the water on both sides and the bells on the back of the side of the house, and said to von Lang, “If I felt caught, squeezing me.” I’m sorry.
He noded his head.
And then suddenly something dropped on my face. Like raindrops, cold.
I rubbed it in my hand, and I couldn’t look up, and then I felt something falling from the air, and the body went up and down, side by side, avoiding the object from the pocket.
This object fell at speed, and I was wrong.
My sight is in the air, twisted to 180 degrees of human neck.
The spider web on the neck is much lighter.
Then there was the loud bang, and there was a cobweb under the water, the center of the cobweb, which was flat and twisted human body.
Blood splatters like a flower on the mirror.
The cold moon is like a white frost, and on the surface of the ice, the body slowly melts, leaving only one red mirror.
At this time, the strange song is ringing again. This time, it’s more interesting than the first time I heard it.
“The distant lover died, and I hid his skin.”
“The moon is like frost, and the drums of flowers are strung.”
“When will you be buried?”
“I’ll whisper, I’m afraid I’ll wait until the earth grows.”
“I’ll whisper, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait for a glass of water.”
“When will you die of agitated anger?”
“I’m afraid I’ll be lost and empty.”
5.
Von Lang and the one hundred thirty-seven heard a bang and immediately pulled me back.
By the time they looked again, the water had returned to calm, leaving only red stripes.
One hundred and thirty-seven, “I think I just saw a man fall from the window…”
At the same time, the eyes attracted by the loudspeaker grew, and everyone saw me come back and guessed what I might have seen. I’m sorry.
I didn’t talk to him.
And then, after the crowd, an old man in a very nice dress came, and he had white hair, a demented look, reached out his hand, and asked me politely, “Can you tell us what he saw?” Oh yes, hello, I’m number nine. It’s probably the oldest here. I’m sorry.
I was silent for a moment, and I shook the hand out of number nine and chose to tell the truth: “Hello, I am number 32. I saw the man who was dragged up by Junjin and fell off the ninth floor. I’m sorry.
And We looked around, and settled, and said, “And his skin was ripped off. I’m sorry.
There was a whirlwind around.
“But now that the body is missing, there are still water cracks below, and the water below is more like ice, and the height above the fifth floor will surely die. Jungin is now on the ninth floor. * I don’t keep my eyes on everyone, one by one *
“My advice is, while the next round of Junjin is not here, now the first to eighth floors, team to search for clues. This isn’t our first game, is it? My first round of checkpoints was in an infinity cycle of trains and did not escape the limit of numbers. If I am not mistaken, this is not a zero-sum game that requires us to kill each other, but a game that can work together. So…
I picked the eyebrow at number nine, and the old man came up and placates everyone with his voice, which is the same as the elderly: “Please unite and let’s get through this! I’m sorry.
6.
With my call and number nine, the remaining 127 players, most of them three to five, were in a team, looking carefully for clues.
And the ninth looked at me with the eye of the test, and I pretended: “You are too old for your legs and feet, rest on the third floor. There’s a lot of people here. It’s safe. We’ll see you later. I’m sorry.
He looked around and walked away and he couldn’t help but say yes.
I’m going to tear down a couple of Donkas hidden behind my back, roll them up, lead von Lang and one hundred and thirty-seven to the second floor, wait until no one else comes along, and question one hundred and thirty-seven says, “Why don’t the elderly come with us?” I’m sorry.
“The old man? Not a good thing. I laughed.
Von Lan pushed the glasses and asked, “Is it because he’s been watching these three Donka paintings?” I’m sorry.
“When the recently deceased ducks’ voice came up, he stood next to old man number nine and talked. The number nine must have gone so he could speak. I said,
He is an old man who works hard, or how can I strike him? He knows that he is going to speak in peace.
“And he did keep looking at three of us, Pitanga. I’m sorry.
“The Pitanga? The skin?”
And I whispered, “I take mine. I’m sorry.
Von Lan:
One hundred thirty-seven:
The second and third floors are similar, but they are larger, with a dozen rows of large redwood bookshelves, piled with dusted scrolls.
I’ve been looking for the first runners, and I’ve been walking with them, and I’ve been walking in the sidewalks: “It’s the skin in the sense of quality. I don’t know if it’s a sheep-skin or a human skin. Joo-jin came to hide and couldn’t turn over the leather items he found. I’m sorry.
Both of them nod their heads.
We continued to look for, and we found, a little swirling drum, an unknown shawl, and a smooth leather book.
The second floor is huge, and all 30 people are looking for it here.
For some time, the sound of deafening drums was suddenly heard.
This drum is so loud, it’s coming from all sides, and my heart’s beating is resonating.
So is the woodhouse, buzzing.
Von Lan looked through the books at the edge of the window, as if he were looking up, and his breath seemed to slow down, and I said, “The spirit, the moon is bending a little. I’m sorry.
And We ran with No. 137 to the window, and looked on the roof of the veil of darkness, no stars, only a round moon.
Oh, it’s not a full moon anymore.
It’s like it’s been eaten by a dog, missing a piece.
Is there a time limit for this game… besides the death chase on the tail?
When the moon is completely dark, will it die, even if it wasn’t for Junjin?
I don’t know how long it took the drums to go out.
We haven’t been relieved yet.
It’s ringing.
“Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow!”
This time, it came from the top floor.
7.
I slit my lips and said, “Go back to the third floor. I’m sorry.
Van Lan frown, wondering, “Why?” The third floor is higher than the second floor and is in danger. Moreover, the number of people on the second floor is now estimated to be the largest, and it is safe to hide. I’m sorry.
“Then you wait here. I’ll go up and deliver something. I’ll be right down. I went up with a drum and looked back, and they came up and explained, “For the old man.” I’m sorry.
Von Lan’s eyebrow surprised to say, “I thought you left him alone. I’m sorry.
It’s the sweetest of them all.
I said:
And I went to the 9th, and whispered, “Didn’t I just say this before? It’s not a zero-sum game — the more numerous we are, the greater our chances of winning. I certainly hope that he will survive, subject to ensuring the survival of the three of us. I’m sorry.
I went to the number nine with the crutches, and in his surprised eyes, I turned to him and knocked on his face, “The skinner.” It’s good to be alive. I’m sorry.
As he opened his mouth to say what he wanted to say, a crotch of prostration was heard on the fourth floor at the entrance to the third floor.
One foot appears at the top of the stairs.
I looked back, and I saw that foot continuing to jump. “How did you get here so fast?” I’m sorry.
As soon as my voice was down, I saw Young-jin jump from the top to the third floor.
I’m:
It’s easier to go downstairs.
Joo-jin seems to be a little different, but it’s not the same, and I said I couldn’t come up with it, after all, and no one is a ghost.
“Did you find my skin?” I’m sorry.
I just reacted — I can see her mouth.
Even though the upper part of the lips is covered by long hairs that fall down, the lips and chins can see.
The pale color.
On the neck, there’s a spider tattoo.
8.
Of course I know what that means.
It means that Jungin stripped part of the man’s skin and put it on himself.
It also means that we, the 127, could be her next prey at any time.
It was a short-haired girl who was questioned by Joo-jin. She was in a sweatshirt. She was calm. She picked up some things and said, “Is this okay?”
She’s got a bunch of piece-of-shit things, and she’s got a drum, and she’s got a long rope, a long blanket and a flag.
Joo-jin looked at each other, and his thin, long fingers lifted up that dark black flag, saying, “This is not my skin, but it is like mine, and I took it with me. I’m sorry.
Says that the black flag disappeared in her hand and she crossed the short-haired girl to another target: “What about you?” I’m sorry.
The short-haired girl was relieved, and the next target was an inch man, who had just a little machete with a slab in his hand.
The man swallowed his saliva, and said, “I found this.
Joo-jin sprained his neck like he was taking a good look at it and laughing, “Not my skin.” But for your sake, I won’t kill you. I’m sorry.
She started jumping in front of the next person.
This man, he’s not that lucky. A middle-aged woman in her mid-aged 50s, who fell in fear and sat on the ground with nothing in her hands, and prayed humblely to her companions: “Please! Give me your extra map! Let’s get through this, shall we? I’m sorry.
Her companions were holding on to her arms, shaking her head, walking back, avoiding Junjin and her.
The light in a woman’s eyes disappeared, and she looked with the last hope at the strange shadow standing before her on one foot, saying, “Yes, sorry, I didn’t…”
“Oh, that’s a shame. “You can’t take your own place. I’m sorry.
As soon as her voice fell, she swelled several times, opened her mouth and swallowed the whole wolf. The woman had a half-legged, swabbed out of her mouth, snuck into her mouth and chewed.
And then, as soon as I got there, I returned to my tiny little girl.
I don’t know if it’s a delusion, but her lips are redder.
The silence of death on the third floor was only occasional when people were whispering.
On the other hand, I have been able to determine, at a very fast pace, whether or not there are “cortical” items in her hands.
If she did, she took her things, and she survived; if not, she died.
The screams continued, and the rest of the survivors showed faces that they could not stand to see.
I slit my lips, I tried to hide behind people and walk that way. Don’t risk it until you know the rules. I’m sorry.
He has reason to say that I can only temporarily contain the intention to distribute redundant leather items to others.
I don’t know if I’m gonna be hanged for “violation” in the eyes of Junjin.
Soon, Joo-jin walked through Grandfather 9, 137 and Von Lan, and finally stopped before me, as if he had stopped and asked, “What about you?” I’m sorry.
I watched at close range half of her face covered with long hair and a blood dripping down her hair and garments, and, without rushing, pulled out a pile of chickens and dogs from her arms, saying, “You pick them slowly?” I’m sorry.
I’m looking down at a small shop, like I’m in silence.
Took a bookmark from it for a while and jumped on the next target.
I’m relieved to know this is a temporary round.
Finally, Young-jin swept the third floor in a circle and jumped to the second floor. It was not known how long it had passed, and the silence had fallen on the surroundings, after a series of screams.
Once again, the sarcasm — Junjin jumped to the first floor.
9
“Thank you. “The 9th old man’s eyes were shining, shaking and saying,
“The small thing. I look at the bloodthirsty, and I think, “The electromechanical sound — call it the system, it’s asking for the bag back. The skin bag … No one should have found the real one, but it could be used as an alternative for a temporary survival round. I’m sorry.
Von Lang looked at the first girl asked.
It was the girl in the sweatshirt who made a few noises: “And, for the first time, Junjin took the black flag and said it wasn’t her skin, but it was like that. Does that mean, at least on the colored or pattern, that Junjin’s skin looks like that flag? I’m sorry.
The girl did look at it.
She came to us on the sidewalk: yes. I suspect her skin color is black. We need to focus this round on black leather. Hello, I’m number 25. Call me 25 or Wind. I’m sorry.
I noticed very well that the 25th girl had a good eject and walked silently.
After our four introductions, the 25th naturally joined us.
I took a look at Von Lan, and I didn’t see that he was good at pulling girls.
No one dared to go because the higher floors were close to Junjin before, so there was no one on the fifth, sixth, seventh or eighth floors.
Everyone gathers on the 2-4 floor.
2 dead on the second floor, 4 dead on the third floor, 6 dead on the fourth.
The 25th sister touched the tip of her nostrils and leaned her arms against the pole: “I started looking up, but it wasn’t right, there was little cortex on it, and there were lots of lined ropes, banners, and offerings. I’m sorry.
She looked at the pile of pieces and pieces that had been pulled from me, and she said, “This is the biggest thing on the second floor, and you’re lucky.” The next round is estimated to be more than 12 people dead. I’m sorry.
“The cortex in the attic is limited. I counted the leather products in my work, “I can’t find the real skin, everyone dies.” Wait. In the attic…”
I looked out and said, “Is there any real skin outside?” I’m sorry.
“Good idea. The 25th is like a compliment, she’s got a good hand, and she jumps in the window, “But look out there, it’s dark, it’s a fart. And the water from the lake, can we go or can we talk? I’m sorry.
“Isn’t it frozen? * The duck-sitting man’s hole is still there, I point. *
#25 laughed, “Icy? I’m sorry.
She said she jumped down the window and threw a piece of wood down the road: “Look! I’m sorry.
In sight, the plank fell into the lake, as if it had sunk into the usual surface of the water, and was missing.
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…it’s definitely not normal.
“Thank you for reminding me.” The man was dead when he fell, so he ruled out the dead and the living. There are only two possibilities. I’m sorry.
“One is a different floor that throws things down, and the water under it reacts differently.”
“Secondly, different people throw things away, and the results are different. Joo-jin threw something down to smash the pit, we threw the water. I’m sorry.
And then on the 25th, “I tried on the 4th floor, water.” There’s no window on the second floor and nothing can be thrown out. Not on the first floor. Wait till the next round goes to the top. I’m sorry.
10,
Nine is looking up with us this time.
Third floor and above, there’s really no cortex, basically some of them.
I touched all those dusty statues, all earthy plastics, none of them covered in skin.
Occasionally, there are white ropes around the side, with wind bells and white cloths on them.
This structure is basically 4-8 layers.
And by throwing things down here, the lake becomes the water that devours everything, not the mirror that breaks out the spider web.
I’ve been rehearsing the song of Junjin.
Was it a water-scene mirror, a mirror-scene moon, suggesting that the lake was like a mirror?
What’s the point?
What do we do now?
Can people walk on this lake?
The more the attic goes up, the smaller each floor, the faster we search.
As I thought about it, we quickly arrived at the stairs on the ninth floor.
The five men have been here for a long time, and they’ve all had a few problems.
I took the lead in the front and pushed the door open: “I’ll go first. I’m sorry.
The ninth floor is smaller than we thought, and it’s cleaner. It’s surrounded by windows, and there’s an old-fashioned one-eyed telescope on the window.
The copper-made binoculars, which I picked up with my hand, said, “Does Jin sit by the window on the ninth floor, looking far, waiting for her distant lover to return?” I’m sorry.
“Big brother, don’t touch people’s things. What if she finds out? I’m sorry.
We said, “It’s all right. The speed of her snail jumps is a little while on the ninth floor. I’m sorry.
One hundred thirty-seven:
Twenty-five was standing next to me, and a little candlestick fell down, and the nine-story candlestick reached three or four seconds before it sounded.
I look down, the lake’s fractured.
“Looks like the floor. “I’m so happy to put the telescope in front of me while Junjin is gone.
First, you see a copper candlestick below which your back is broken, then you go further, and you can see the surface of the lake, as if the moonlight had fallen.
And further away, it’s a dark sky, like an empty universe.
In the end, I saw the wheel bending half the moon, and it glowed white.
Suddenly, I was all stiff, my back was cold, my finger was holding a telescope, and my finger was slightly white.
“It is indeed a matter of floors.” I don’t know if it’s ice from the first floor, so we can walk on ice. Spirit. What’s wrong with you? I’m sorry.
Von Lan noticed something wrong with me and was so busy shaking my shoulder.
I put down my binoculars and held my window down.
Von Lan asked, “Did you see anything? I’m sorry.
And We wiped away the cold sweat of the forehead, and in the eyes of four people, he said, “I saw the edge of the moon, and the cleaving of the contours, which the eyes cannot discern.” They also saw the fragrance of blood vessels, muscles and the spider tattoos in the cold light. Tattoos are filled where we see the moon bends. No, it’s not the moon, it’s a missing circle, and it’s slowly being filled. I’m sorry.
Von Lan pressed his hand on my shoulder.
The 25th has a blindfold. I’m sorry.
And the number nine frowned, “Is it…?
But the one hundred and thirty-seven is still naive. What do you mean?”
I’m taking a break: “Gorgin’s skin is in the sky.” I’m sorry.
It is a black roof, a giant drum with its deafening ears.
Giant drums of fabric are lost skins.
11,
At the same time, the deafening drums were resounding.
The woody buildings are shaking.
The shock was stronger than the first, and the violent shaking caused us all to fall.
I took the number nine man, I held him up, I held the telescope to my eye, and I looked at the bright moon.
This time, I can be sure that the edge of the moon is shrinking, it’s shaking, and the innumerable threads are piercing.
New stitches to fill the gap.
Like to appease the mad spirit.
So I can finally make sure I’m not mistaken.
The night above our heads is full and full, with only the skull, the skin.
By the time the loudspeaker passed, Jungin started to go up the first floor and get his life on a rent.
Everyone’s learning to be smart.
It’s almost 100 people, all gathered on the seventh floor.
This floor will fill all the rest of the population and will be closer to where they stand, far from death.
When the five of us ran, there was some mess on the seventh floor.
Some cry, and some turn away.
It’s just a glance to see what’s going on.
A small number of people … did not find leather for life.
I filmed old man number nine. He was a kind, gentle old gentleman, and he spoke softly, with age and no threats.
No. 9 is more likely to gain trust and affection than my scrambling face and von Lang’s overlooking appearance.
I said to number nine: “Sir, as I said before, this is not a zero-sum game. Even if there were so many cortex, it was not a zero-sum game. We cannot … kill each other. As long as one person passes, the rest of us can. Sometimes it is necessary to help each other. You know what I mean? I’m sorry.
Nine smiled and looked back at me and said, “Let me call for you.” I’m sorry.
And I held him and noded his head: “We have a lot of things to share. I’m sorry.
“Okay. As long as you don’t mind. “Nine’s a good talker.
He knocked on the cane, and he shouted, “Everyone! I’m sorry.
The restless crowd calmed down.
And the nine saw the right from the left, and the sound was true: “O people, don’t argue, don’t rush. I’ll be brief. We just found the telescope on the ninth floor, and through it we see that the curtains in the sky are human skins. It’s probably Junjin’s skin. I’m sorry.
The loud and noisy crowd had finally calmed down and listened to him and feared missing any information.
“This skin, too far, we can’t reach it. Who’s got that long arm, nine days to get rid of God? “There’s a dead end, more people, more and more, and the more likely we are to win.” Otherwise, even if it survives this round, the next one will only be less and less leather in the attic, and then all will die. I’m sorry.
And he looked at me, and I understood: “I have some of the excess leather, around twenty. Has anyone come to me?” I’m sorry.
As soon as my voice came down, 13 people raised their hands: “I, I,!” I didn’t–“
And We gave them, without any stingyness, excess leather, and they were grateful.
“When did I get so much so he was going to open a grocery store?” I’m sorry.
I’m:
Von Lan:
Number 25:
There’s a lot of thanks for that.
And there are some who are murky and murky: “He says the sky is a man’s skin, so believe! Do whatever you want with me. I’m sorry.
And I returned to him: “Then wait and see if any of you will find the skin of Ogkin, We’ve taken almost all the cortex in this loft. Nobody’s going on the first floor except me. I’m sorry.
I said, “But Joo-jin came from the first floor, and what do you think is the possibility of her skin on the first floor? I’m sorry.
The man is silent.
We went on to say, “We are a weed on a rope. Even if I took your skin, I could only live another round.” The smaller the number, the less likely it is to be explored. I don’t have to lie to you. I’m sorry.
That man is in deep meditation.
I also looked around and spread out my hand to everyone: “I left myself two skins, and here are five more, and I can get the next one if I don’t have it.” I hope that you can work together, work together, and we will pass this gate together. Maybe we can meet at the next level? There’s no need to be so unhappy. I’m sorry.
The man was a middle-aged man with a goatee’s beard, and he said, “You have a point.” I’m sorry.
And he stood up and said: “I have ten, and when the next round comes, I will be asked for them. I’m sorry.
People are standing up:
“I have seven. I’m sorry.
“I have four. I’m sorry.
“Five of me…”
The one hundred and thirty-seven went on to whisper, “I was wrong, everyone was doing a wholesale. I’m the only one with you. I’m sorry.
I said:
Soon, Young-jin jumped up.
Everyone’s waiting for her to laugh.
Her rule is that if she has a leather product, she can do it.
So this round, unexpectedly, all survived.
12,
When Joaquin left the 7th floor and headed for the 8th floor, I shouted, “All those who were strong, and I went to the 1st floor.” We’re trying to get away from the lake. I’m sorry.
On the way down the stairs, I said, “The third floor to the eighth floor, and the things that are thrown will sink into the water.” The ninth floor will be smashed on the condensed lake. The first floor is uncertain. I’m sorry.
So, when the skin of Joaquin is in the heavens, the heavens cover the earth, and surely the land on the edge shall be the one between the heavens and the earth.
That’s how I understand it — when we run to the sky, we can touch the skin of the sky.
Since the ninth floor went out and the lake was condensed, the same first floor of Junjin would be possible.
When I explained all this, the goatee who just scratched his head with my name, “Is that too much for you?” I’m sorry.
I said, “There’s no going back to the ninth floor. You jumped from the ninth to the first floor? I’m sorry.
Goat moustache:
Soon we arrived on the first floor. The first floor is large and empty, except for a fine wooden door.
I pushed the door in the first place, and there’s a quiet lake below the stairs.
I said to von Landau, “Stop me! I’m sorry.
It just jumped.
I fell steadily on the lake, with a hard touch at my feet.
The lake is a mirror. The surroundings of the light and the shadows swayed and the white and frosty.
I’m in cold light.
When I think about what that moon really is, I’m a little hairy, and I’m running ahead. The big troops in the back wanted me, and I said, “Just ten!” The rest of you keep your strength! I’m sorry.
Looking at the face of the unblemished water as a mirror, with a strange and pale light.
Von Lang and I ran together. He was taller than me.
About a kilometre away, I look back at the attic, it’s much smaller, but I can’t see my head in the sky.
Too far.
It’s like you’ll never get away.
I’m finally tired and panting, and I’m holding my hand on my knees, and the bean-sized sweat is dripping down my face, and it’s like a concussion mirror, reflecting a bad look at the moon.
I crouched down and touched the hard, cold surface of the lake, even though the moon was so close, in the water, I could not touch it.
Von Lan can’t breathe, stopped and held me up. Are you okay?”
“No, something’s wrong…” I said, “It shouldn’t have been so long, it didn’t have any results. I’m sorry.
At this point, the deafening drums resound again.
The bottom of the lake seems to have been shattered.
On the lake, that big moon also seems to have a strange smile, laughing at our futile struggle.
I yelled at those around me, “Go back to the attic! I’m sorry.
13,
We took the last second to run back to the second floor. Everyone’s waiting for us here.
And Jungin, just jumped off the third floor.
I was almost paralyzed by the intense exercise, and I got caught up in the number one hundred and thirty-seven. You’re sweating. Did you find anything?”
I didn’t have time to answer, I picked up a leather item from the 25th, to deal with Junjin’s “cleaning”.
The rest of the population also received items from their peers.
This round is going to the past, and Young-jin is jumping to the first floor.
Her gruesome songs are everywhere, again.
And in the chorus, I repeat it word for word, and the brain moves at speed.
This is the last chance.
Now, it’s not gonna last another round.
The eyes of those around us are dying.
“The distant lover died, and I hid his skin…”
The skin means the skin of Junjin?
“The moon is like frost, and the drums of flowers are strung…”
The drum means the skin? That’s the thing over your head?
“When will you be buried?”
“I’ll whisper, I’m afraid I’ll wait until the earth grows.”
“I’ll whisper, I’m afraid I’ll have to wait for a glass of water.”
The water moonglasses mean they fall from the high ground and fall into blood?
Wait…
Water moonglasses?
Water moonglasses?
Water moonglasses!
If the moon is too far away from the sky to go, the flowers in the mirror cannot be removed, nor touched, what about the moon in the water?
Can I get it?
I suddenly responded and shouted to everyone, “Go to the third floor!” There are no windows on the second floor, but on the third floor, the lake outside is water and can dive. Another group of people went upstairs to find the ropes, and all the ropes were pulled and tied to a long line. I’m sorry.
I wonder what I’m going to do even if someone reacts: “It’s too much.” You’re not going to jump in the lake and get it, are you? I’m sorry.
“Try it. There’s still a chance. I didn’t have the time to talk to him, but I couldn’t go back upstairs with one word.
The 25th and 9th would like to go upstairs with me to find the rope and help me mobilize the crowd.
Soon, the white bells were pulled off the ropes upstairs, and they grew up one by one.
The rope’s ready. Whoever goes down is a problem.
The twenty-fifth was clearly a sports department, and she moved, and I stopped her saying, “You stay.” I’m sorry.
Von Lan also wanted to try, and I stopped him: “You are better than me, then rest.” I’ll take the lead, if it doesn’t work, then you. But if you don’t succeed in changing me again, there’s no big chance of success. I’m sorry.
He hesitated to nod his head.
And I tied one end to my waist, and struck a knot, and said to those who were behind me: “A squealing is a pull, three pull is a pull.” I’m sorry.
They’ll nod their heads.
When I’m done, I jump up the window and down.
I didn’t get into this hopeless lake.
It’s cold.
The cold water of the lake is full of no-man’s limbs, and I can hear bone tremors.
I forced my eyes…
See a round of moons tomorrow.
Isn’t it amazing? If on the lake, we can see the shadow of the lake, and it can be said to be a reflection of the mirror.
But I’m under the lake.
Mizuki, it really means that.
14.
I dived as hard as I could.
I don’t know how long it took me to finally touch a smooth, thin block.
It’s even more skating and cold in the water, and it can’t hold.
It’s a good thing I’m on my way to the moon, where I’m missing the skin of my head. It’s empty on the edge.
I won’t take the skin off the edge of my head, and I’ll take it to the edge.
At the same time, the deafening drums were rebroadcast in the ear, which was the signal that Junjin was once again travelling.
I missed a beat in my heart, and I snapped out of my waist.
People upstairs know it, pull me up.
115 men, pull me up alone.
We’re 116 individuals, fighting with the same thing.
And all that is upon water and all that is beneath it is like that moon, but as we pull it, the stream of light in the waves rolls up, as if the sky had been lifted, and the bright sun was shining in every inch of the earth.
The ropes were straight and strangled in my waist.
It’s too much force in front of me. It’s not so much the skin, it’s pulling me.
I’m exhausted. Worse still, I feel that there’s still a stress in the water, and it’s pulling ropes and fighting 115 people on top.
For a few seconds, I was dragged by my skin.
Finally, the two sides of the road are even, and then slow and stiff back.
It’s like a painting on a wall, and it’s getting smaller, smaller and smaller as I rise.
The final crop is the size of a normal skin.
It’s dark on it. It’s like it’s covered in ink.
I was dragged out of the lake for some time.
And then a thought came out of my mind: “If in the second round there were no skin parts for them…”
I’m afraid the number of people above the water is not enough to pull me out of the lake.
At the same time, I heard the symbolic “thomping” footsteps of Junkin. And on top of that, they shouted out in a hurry: “Come on! Faster! We’ve got a little more to pull! There’s still a few left.”
As I was about to reach the window, Junjin’s footsteps stopped.
She must have stopped on the third floor stairs. Because she smiled in the shadows: “Did you see my skin?” I’m sorry.
15,
We were close to the window, but some of us were frightened by Junjin, afraid to press hard, and the rope was loose.
I was not in a hurry to pull the edge of the window and then try to jump in, but then I saw the hand reaching out in the window, and I held it in my head and was dragged into the house with that hand.
“Thank you, brother.” I’m sorry.
Then he asked her, “Is this your skin?” I’m sorry.
And when Joo Qin Wei Wei Wei, she jumped to me, she took her skin, she crooked her head, and, in sight, she covered her skin with it from the top down, and dragged it with a long sound, “Yes.”
And the sky outside the windows shines white, and the sun rises high.
I look out.
The stinging sun came through the window, and on Junjin she slowly broke into countless pieces and died before our eyes.
The system sounded again, but this time it was just like heaven:
“Congratulations to 116 contestants, passing the second level. I’m sorry.
– Mirror Water Moon – Record number: YXX1 GwJPonGiL34zeOmi0l02
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
