The beginning of this horrific incident is like a composition written by a primary school student. Nan Tian is a single freelance writer.Get up according to your own biological clock in the morning, wash and eat breakfast; then type in front of the computer until twelve noon; go out and have lunch at a small restaurant nearby; go home and take a nap; get up at three in the afternoon and play computer games; dinner He ordered takeaway, and after eating, he wrote articles until half past eleven; after that, he lay on the sofa and watched TV—the TV program was boring, and he fell asleep after a while.

The weird situation happened just after he fell asleep.To be precise, after he woke up. Nan Tian rubbed his eyes in bewilderment, and when he saw his surroundings clearly, he was stunned for half a minute. I'm still asleep?This is his first reaction. No, the touch is real.Nan Tian squeezed his arm, it hurt. He stared dumbfounded at this small and unfamiliar room—it was only about 7 or 8 square meters in total, and there was a closed wooden door obliquely in front of it.There are no windows in the room, and there is a fluorescent lamp on the top.There is only a small bed in the room, a fabric sofa, and a flush toilet in the corner.Other than that, nothing else.

Nan Tian suddenly sat up from the small bed, wondering nervously in astonishment—what the hell is this place?No matter how he looked at it, he was 100% sure that this was not his warm and lovely home. Didn't I just lie on the sofa in the living room and watch TV?Nan Tian thought about it, that TV show was so ugly that he fell asleep unconsciously... But where is it now?How is this going? His thoughts were chaotic and his throat felt dry.He couldn't judge what kind of situation he encountered. At this moment, Nan Tian heard a woman's panicked voice outside the door: "Ah! What is this place?"

There are others here!Nan Tian jumped out of bed excitedly, and walked to the door in two steps—thank God, the door is not locked, it opens with a pull. He stepped out of the door and came to the corridor, and saw the woman with brown curly hair and frightened face at a glance. The two of them looked at each other for a few seconds, as if they saw themselves in each other's eyes. At this moment, the door of the room next to Nan Tian also opened, and a fat middle-aged man appeared in front of them with the same surprised expression.Immediately afterwards, the doors in the corridor opened one after another, not only on this side, but also in the opposite corridor that was several meters away—a person walked out of each small room.Everyone opened their mouths and stared, with an inexplicable look of astonishment.

At this time, Nan Tian had a clear view of the environment he was in - it was a large space of several hundred square meters, divided into upper and lower floors, with a long and narrow hall below it, and a circle of dark brown leather chairs.And myself and others are now in two rows of symmetrical corridors on the second floor.Nan Tian counted, and there are seven rooms on each of the two rows of corridors, adding up to a total of 14 rooms.That's right, one person walked out of each room, a total of 14 people. "Where are we?" A man in a white shirt asked the crowd blankly. "Looking at the layout, this place should be a prison." The middle-aged man frowned.

This sentence shocked everyone.Everyone looked tense.A short-haired woman on the opposite side called out, "How did I get here?" No one can answer it.The same question was written on everyone's face. At this time, a young man wearing a hat walked down the stairs on one side and came to the middle hall on the first floor, carefully observing every layout here.The people upstairs looked at each other in blank dismay, and followed them downstairs. Everyone gathered in the hall on the first floor. "There is a door here." The man in the white shirt walked to an iron door in the hall, pulled it hard, shook his head and said, "It's locked."

The young man in the hat counted the brown leather chairs in a circle in the middle of the hall, put his hand on his chin, and said, "Interesting, there are exactly 14 chairs, which is the same as the number of us." A handsome young man with light brown hair put his hands in his trouser pockets: "So, these are all arranged and arranged a long time ago." "What the hell is going on? Who arranged this?" someone asked. "Could it be a TV show?" said a tall man, "Nowadays there are some reality TV shows where you take people somewhere and shoot them secretly and then tell them at the end it's just a TV show .”

"Impossible." A cold voice came from a man with the same stern face. "No TV station or production unit has the guts to knock me out and bring me here to record some programs without my permission." The tone of this man's speech is unusual, and it seems that he has a lot of background.Everyone looked over, and Nan Tian stared at his face, feeling a little familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before. The chubby middle-aged man also said: "That's right, this can't be that kind of boring TV show." He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It's 9:17 am on April 22. If I didn't If you guess wrong, all of you, like me, have been illegally detained for more than 12 hours—this can never be a game, it is a crime.”

Seeing the middle-aged man look at his watch, everyone remembered the question of time.Some people without watches began to fumble for their cell phones in their clothes or trouser pockets, and then their exclamations were heard. "The phone is gone!" "It would be weird if someone caught us here and left a mobile phone for us to call the police or ask for help." The man with a stern face snorted. "So, who secretly caught us here?" The woman with beautiful curly hair covered her mouth and said in horror, "That person wants to do this to us?" "I think it's not just a 'person', it may be some kind of organization. Think about it, who has such a great ability to arrest more than a dozen of us here at the same time? And, it's all without our knowledge Next." A man stared in disbelief.

"Does anyone know how I got here?" said the handsome young man with light brown hair. "I mean, does anyone have the impression of being kidnapped or coerced?" Everyone was silent, then shook their heads. "So, after we all fell into a coma for no reason, we found ourselves here when we woke up?" Nan Tian said, "I fell asleep...and woke up here." "Me too." The short-haired woman wearing sparkling diamond earrings glanced at Nan Tian, ​​"I'm like him, I also lost consciousness after falling asleep, and woke up right here." "It doesn't matter how we got here. The most important question now is, what are the people who secretly imprisoned us here thinking?" said the handsome young man with light brown hair.

After a moment of silence, the young man in the hat pointed to the large circle of leather chairs and said, "Maybe these chairs are the answer." "What do you mean?" Nan Tian asked. "As I said just now, we now have 14 people in total, and there are also 14 chairs. Surely this can't be a coincidence?" "Then what do you mean, the person who arrested us here wants us to have a tea party here?" The man with a stern face sneered. The young man in the hat didn't think it was funny. He looked around carefully: "Who knows? Judging from the current situation, there is nothing more eye-catching in this hall. And these 14 leather chairs are neatly arranged into a Circles—the implication could not be more obvious—the mysterious owner wants us all to sit in these chairs." "I think what he said makes sense." Nan Tian agreed, "I also understand it that way." Everyone is now close to this circle of leather chairs.The short-haired woman said, "So what are we going to do now? Sit on chairs? And then, what are we supposed to do?" "Perhaps after you sit down, the next 'reminder' will appear." The man in the white shirt said thoughtfully. "'Hint', what do you mean?" the short-haired woman asked. The man in the white shirt shrugged his shoulders: "I don't know, I just said it casually. I just think that if it is in a novel, such a plot will appear." "Yes, I think so too." The young man in the hat seemed a little excited. He walked to a leather chair and was about to sit down. "Let's try it." "Wait, don't sit down!" the beautiful curly-haired woman suddenly yelled, startling everyone. The tall man asked her; "What's wrong with you?" Everyone was staring at her, her face turned red, and she said in embarrassment: "It's nothing... I just want to remind you, be careful." "You seem to think that what will happen if we sit on this chair?" The short-haired woman asked sharply, "Why do you think so?" The beautiful curly-haired woman bit her lower lip and frowned slightly.After a while, she said: "Because, in one of my previous novels, such a plot appeared - there is a mechanism hidden in the chair, and the person who sits on it...will die." This sentence surprised everyone, including Nan Tian.But the curly-haired woman apparently didn't realize what everyone was surprised about. "You said, in one of your novels? So you are a writer?" Nan Tian asked. "Yes." The curly-haired woman nodded, "I'm a writer of mystery and suspense novels." "What a coincidence!" Nan Tian couldn't help exclaiming, "Me too, I also write suspense and thriller novels." Next, what surprised them even more was that the young man in the hat yelled, "What? You all write horror and suspense novels? Like me?" "Wait, aren't we all the same? Are we all writers of suspense novels?" The man in the white shirt widened his eyes. "Yes, me too!" the short-haired woman exclaimed. The man with a stern face observed the reactions of the people around him, rolled his eyes, and then said in a low voice, "Hmph, it seems to be true." The young man in the hat looked at the stern man, and suddenly shouted: "Ah! No wonder I thought you looked familiar just now, you are the great writer Araki Zhou!" Everyone looked over with a little surprise.They didn't expect that Araki Zhou, a famous writer who can be regarded as the leading figure in the suspense novel field, also experienced this strange incident with them. Araki Zhou said lightly, "Well, that's my pen name." The young man in the hat seemed to have forgotten what situation he was in, and exclaimed excitedly: "14 writers of suspense novels are strangely gathered in a mysterious place, facing unknown dangers and puzzles—it's too dramatic , So interesting! Our current experience is simply the best suspense novel!" After he finished speaking, a boy who looked only in his teens stared at him suddenly, his lips parted slightly, as if he had realized something, but he didn't say it. Araki Zhou still had that slow, cold tone: "Now is not the time to get excited about this kind of thing, is it? Let's discuss what to do next." "Yes. Now it seems that the gathering of us people here cannot be a coincidence. Since everyone is an expert in reasoning and suspense, let's analyze what is going on together." Chuan Bai The man in the shirt said, "Also, I think we need to introduce ourselves—my pseudonym is Ryoma." "Ah, Ryoma, I know!" The young man in the hat pointed at him and said, "I've read your "Escape from Evil Island", it's great! I didn't expect it to be you!" He rubbed his hands excitedly. Ryoma smiled slightly, and politely said "Thank you." He turned to everyone, "Everyone should introduce themselves separately, do you have any comments?" The handsome young man with light brown hair was about to speak, but the young man in the hat seemed to have discovered some new world, and said before him: "Ah...you——I remembered too. I read your exclusive interview—— You are the Goth called an 'idol writer' by the media, right?" The handsome young man stroked his bangs on his forehead, nodded and said, "Yes, it's me." The young man in the hat is indeed a nervous person. At this time when everyone is panicking, he is in the mood to search for stars among the crowd. "You're the white whale!" He pointed to a boy in casual attire and said, "The new king of suspense, I've read your work online." Nan Tian has also heard of this boy whose pen name is Moby Dick. He only made his mark in the suspense novel world last year. He has not written many works, but his momentum is unstoppable. The speed at which he became famous made many seniors startled. White Whale forced a smile and nodded, and at the same time asked the boy in the hat: "What about you?" "I can't compare with you guys." The young man took off his hat embarrassingly, and scratched his head, "I'm not famous, and I've never published a physical book, so I can only be regarded as an online writer—my pen name is Beidou." The tall man continued, "My pen name is Dark Fire, and I'm not a writer." The woman with beautiful curly hair frowned slightly and said, "My name is Sajia...well, it's a pseudonym." The short-haired woman has a mature charm that is completely different from the petite Saka. "My——pen name is Qianqiu." Her drawn out voice was extremely magnetic, containing sexiness and charm. The people behind introduced themselves one by one—a skinny man in his thirties whose pen name was Lake; a white-skinned man in a checkered shirt named Yu Chicheng; a slightly fat middle-aged man whose pen name was Xia Houshen; and a man wearing glasses The man, who looks a little timid, is named Xu Wen. He said that was his real name, and he never used a pseudonym. After Nan Tian introduced himself, only the teenage boy was left.He appeared to be the youngest of the 14 and hadn't said a word before.Seeing that everyone was looking at him, he said, "Well...my pen name is Chris." "Chris?" Everyone was stunned, even Araki Zhou raised his head and looked at the boy carefully. Beidou opened his mouth wide in surprise, and almost shouted: "Are you really Chris? The 16-year-old genius writer who wrote "The Stubborn World"?" The boy said calmly, "Well, it's me, but I'm 18 years old now." He smiled shyly. Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, their surprise was beyond words.Like everyone else, Nan Tian felt incredible.Before, he thought that among the 14 people, Araki Shuka was the biggest writer, but he never thought that even Chris was among them!You know, Chris, a talented young writer, is a celebrity all over the world.His 16-year-old novel "The Stubborn World" won many literary awards at home and abroad as soon as it came out, was translated into more than ten languages ​​and published, and ranked on the bestseller list for several weeks.After that, Chris turned to writing suspense novels, each of which has sold millions of copies.According to the media, Chris has an IQ of over 150, but this talented young writer is very low-key and basically does not accept any interviews and reports. Therefore, to many people, including industry insiders, he is a mysterious figure. And such a character, now actually experienced this strange incident, not to mention Beidou with an exposed personality, even Nan Tian, ​​who thought he could hold his breath, felt his heart surge. At the same time, a deeper layer of shock and fear also enveloped him-what kind of mysterious power can bring so many extraordinary people together?What is the purpose? At this time, Beidou was so excited that he couldn't help himself, he said with red cheeks and dancing, "It's really unbelievable, I was drinking with my friends at the barbecue stand on the street last night, and I woke up today to be in the same place as Chris." Room, the world is really amazing!" "What's the matter with you still feeling happy?" Arakaki glared at him and said, "Stop making such incomprehensible emotions, and think about our current situation! Let me remind you, we are not partying or vacationing, but Illegally imprisoned and don't know what's going to happen next - but nine times out of ten it won't be good!" Beidou stuck out his tongue, lowered his head and stopped talking. "Then let's go back to the previous topic." Xia Houshen said, "Should we try to sit on these chairs?" Yu Chicheng glanced at Sajia and said: "I think this lady's worry is unnecessary. Think about it, we have been in a coma for more than ten hours here, if anyone wants to take our lives, he would have done it long ago. Is there still a need to use such a troublesome method of killing as the 'chair mechanism'?" "That's right, if you want to kill us, there's no need to bring us here to kill us." Xia Houshen said, "It can be seen that what that guy wants is not our lives." While talking, Beidou squatted down to check a leather chair carefully. "I've seen it, there is no mechanism, it's just an ordinary chair." The man named Dark Fire seemed to feel a little impatient. "There's nothing to be suspicious of in the first place." As he spoke, he walked straight to a chair, sat down, and raised his legs naturally. Seeing that nothing happened, everyone walked to a leather chair and sat down next to each other. Everyone else sat down one after another, but Sajia was still standing in front of the last chair, with her hands on her chest, as if she was still hesitating. Nan Tian happened to be beside her, seeing her worried face, he suddenly had an urge to protect this little woman.He took Sajia's hand, stood up at the same time and said, "Don't worry, it's okay, why don't you sit here with me." With that said, he sat on the chair in front of Sajia and signaled to her that nothing would happen. Sajia opened her mouth slightly, stared at Nan Tian for a few seconds, and then showed a grateful expression. "Thank you." She tried to squeeze out a smile, and at the same time sat down on the chair that Nan Tianrang had brought out. At this moment, all 14 people are seated.At the same time, a loud voice suddenly sounded in the empty house, which startled everyone. "Welcome, guests." The 14 people sitting on the leather chairs all looked around in amazement, looking for the source of the sound.Beidou raised his head, and was the first to discover something, shouting: "There!" Everyone raised their heads and looked around, only to find that there were small speakers installed in the four corners of the top of the house, and the sound came from here. "Sorry for 'inviting' 14 suspense-thriller writers here without their consent. No matter what state of mind you're in right now—whether you're angry or scared, please calm down and listen to me , because this is a major matter that concerns your lives." The 14 people sitting on the chairs held their breaths, and there was not a single noise in the huge space. "I guess, you have already had some exchanges just now. So I don't need to introduce everyone's names and backgrounds one by one. I believe that the question you are most concerned about now is-what do I want to invite you here for. " "To put it simply, I am a writer of suspense novels just like you. For many years, I have been thinking about a question-how can I write a great suspense novel that shocked the publishing industry and even the whole world? I thought for a long time, and finally found the answer—you are my answer.” The 14 people in a circle looked at each other in blank dismay, with complex expressions that were difficult to generalize. "Everyone present here, whether they are famous or not, in my opinion, are the 14 best suspense novel writers in China. I 'invite' you here to play a 'game' with everyone." "Let me explain the rules of the game. Now please pay attention to the southeast corner of the hall, where there is a small box." Everyone looked in the direction he said and saw what he said. "In this box, there are 14 ping-pong balls, and each ball has a number written on it, which is 1-14. After a while, I hope you will do as I said-everyone goes to the box and touches one at random. When the ping-pong ball comes out, the number on it represents your 'number'. After confirming, the game begins." "The content of the game is as follows: starting from the person who got the number '1', every night at 7 o'clock, each person tells a suspenseful horror story newly conceived by himself. After the story, everyone except the narrator Give that story a score out of 10. After scoring, one person counts and calculates the average score—the final number is the total score for the story told by that person. Then, after 14 days, the score The tallest person is the winner of the game." "Some people may ask, what's the benefit of winning this game? I think, you are all experts, you must be able to realize that what you are going through now is really an excellent suspense novel subject, and the most rare Yes, it is not a fabricated thing, but a real event that you have personally experienced. I believe everyone present knows that for a suspense writer, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If this incident can be adapted If it becomes a novel, it will definitely cause a sensation in the world and create a miracle in the book market." Nan Tian secretly exclaimed in his heart—he was right at all, not to mention what will happen later, just based on the current situation—the 14 suspense writers (including Chris, Araki, Moby Dick, Song, etc.) Including top-ranked famous writers) were kidnapped by mysterious people to a closed place, and they were forced to spend nearly half a month here, telling a story every night-this alone is enough to be a gimmick.Undoubtedly, the introduction of this book will arouse the interest and curiosity of countless people. It is simply a super bestseller that can attract people to buy without opening it! The voice of the mysterious man brought Nan Tian back from reverie to reality. "But one thing, you must have all thought of it - so many people can't write about the same subject, right? Therefore, the right to write this future bestseller only belongs to the person with the highest score in the end, that is, the winner of this game." This person can write a book about the whole thing he has experienced, including all the stories he has heard in the past 14 days. It is a challenge for everyone present who will be the lucky person in the end. " "Of course, someone might say - I don't agree, I don't want to play this game, I just want to go home now. For people who think that way, I will not force you to do anything. But obviously, I can't either Just let you go. Only sad to have you 'out'." "What does he mean by 'out'?" Xu Wen asked the white whale sitting beside him with a pair of protruding eyeballs.White Whale shook his head and made a gesture telling him not to speak for now. "Now, everyone understands the content of the game. Next, let me explain the rules of this game. This is the most important part. Please listen carefully." "First of all, it's about the story you tell every night. Apart from having to be a wonderful suspenseful horror story, the more important point is that the following story must not have any conceptual similarity or plot with the previous story. If this happens, the person who committed the foul will be 'out'. I hope you will pay attention to this." The voice paused for a few seconds, as if deliberately leaving time for everyone to think.Then, the vague and hoarse voice continued: "In addition, let me tell you one thing. The organizer of this event, that is, me, is sitting with you now. Yes, I am one of you." As soon as the words came out, everyone gasped in astonishment (one of them was obviously acting), and stared at the people around them dumbfounded. For a moment, it seemed that everyone became a suspect. The voice seemed to have calculated everyone's reaction: "You guys should take the time to slowly guess who I am in the future. What I want you to know now is that the reason why I did this is to do this to the remaining 13 of you. A fair challenge. Of course, I'll tell a story, and I'll have your grades. But, I want you to hear me, if the winner happens to be me—" The sound stopped suddenly, and the hall was eerily silent.And when that terrifying voice sounded again, everyone felt shuddering and their backs went cold. "If this turns out to be the case, none of you left will get out alive." Both women covered their mouths in horror, in fact, all of them had expressions of horror.The voice in the speaker continued: "So, the only way to get out of here alive is to tell your stories according to my rules and give everyone a fair score. The person who wins in the end will not only get the writing of this story The right to live, and the right to live of all living people-the key to open this iron door can only be obtained by the person who wins. Of course, if the person you choose to win is me, you can only go to hell I regret it." "Okay, I've said everything I need to explain, and I will remind you a few points. First, you should have noticed that this place was transformed from an old prison. There is no other way than to open the gate to get out. You don’t have to waste your time trying to escape; secondly, in the cabinet to the northwest of the hall, there is food and water for you to survive for half a month. As long as you don’t waste it, you will be fine for half a month; The last point, I hope you can understand - your life is in my hands, it is best not to act rashly. Since I can invite you here without anyone noticing, I can also invite you here without anyone noticing Take your lives. The game starts tonight, so please do it yourself." After waiting for a while, the speaker did not emit any sound. "Huh..." Araki Zhou let out a long breath, "There is no doubt that this was done by a lunatic." "The terrible thing is that this madman is among us now." Lake said. "By the way, as soon as we sat down, the speaker rang. What's going on? Could there be someone in this house watching our every move in the dark?" Xu Wen looked around nervously. Beluga slowly shook his head and said: "The sound was probably pre-recorded, and the speaker was controlled by remote control. After we all sat down, someone among them quietly pressed the remote control hidden somewhere." "So, now we can find 'that person' as long as we find out who has the remote control?" Yu Chicheng said with his eyes wide open. "If it's a miniature remote control, it can be hidden in many small places on the body, and it can't be found at all." Beluga said helplessly, "And how to search? Who will search? The key now is that we don't know who to trust. .” After hearing this, everyone felt a chill and looked at each other warily. This is not acceptable.In this predicament, it will be worse if everyone is not united.Nan Tian exhaled, and said, "I think we shouldn't speculate and be suspicious of each other. After all, among the 14 of us, 13 are innocent." "This young man is right." Xia Houshen said, "Maybe the lunatic told us this to achieve the result of making us doubt each other, so we don't fall into his tricks." Beidou, who lowered his head in thought, suddenly grinned. "What are you laughing at?" Qian Qiu stared at him. Beidou raised his head and found that everyone was looking at him, and said "uh": "It's nothing, I just didn't expect that I could be regarded as the 14 best suspense novel writers together with Chris and Mr. 'one." Qian Qiu rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, "What an honor." Nan Tian looked at Xia Houshen and said, "What time is it?" Xia Houshen looked at his watch: "10:36 am." Nan Tian nodded, turned his head aside, and stared at the small wooden box by the wall. Xu Wen said, "Are we really going to do what that person said?" "What else? What do you think we can do?" Ryoma said. "With so many of us, there's no way we can deal with that lunatic alone?" Dark Fire said. "The question is, can you tell which of us is the madman?" Ryoma asked him. "His voice... among us, does anyone have a voice similar to that person?" Xu Wen said. Araki Zhou sneered: "Don't be stupid, do you think the person who can plan this kind of plan will be stupid enough to speak to us with his (her) real voice? That is obviously the voice after using a voice changer. Just know." Chris rolled his eyes, looked at Araki Zhou and asked, "Uncle, have you ever used a voice changer?" Araki Zhou was stunned: "...it's never been used." "So how do you know what your voice will look like with a voice changer?" Everyone's eyes focused on Araki Zhou, who showed an unnatural expression, and explained: "I've seen it in a movie before... It should be similar to the sound just now." Chris let out an "oh" and didn't say anything more. Ryoma said: "It seems that we really have to do as the man said, otherwise, we might not be able to get out of here alive-as he said, now our lives are in his hands, there is no choice." room." "The main reason is that he is in the dark, and we are in the light. As long as we can't find this person, it means that we will always be passive." Beluga added. "Then let's play this game as he wished - the person who wins in the end will get the key and save everyone out. I don't believe that the wisdom of the 13 of us is not as good as that person." Nan Tian said . "But don't forget, he has been planning this matter for a long time, and he is prepared." Gott reminded. Nan Tian held his chin and thought for a few seconds, then he and Chris said in unison: "No, he can't prepare the story in advance." The two looked at each other. "Why?" Xu Wen asked. "According to the rules he said, we draw lots to determine the order randomly. And the content of the later stories cannot be the same as the previous ones. Then, if his number is in the latter order, and someone happens to tell a story similar to his story, then the story he thought of can’t be used.” Sajia let out an "ah" in a low voice: "So, none of us can think up the story in advance? Only when it's our turn can we start thinking about it? "That's it." Nan Tian looked at her and said, "So as he said, this is a fair game for everyone. That person wants to challenge the 13 of us with his true strength." "No, one thing is unfair, to the people behind." Chris said. Everyone looked at him. "The rule is—the content and themes that the people in the front have said can no longer be used by the people behind. This means that the further you go to the back, the narrower the subject matter of the story will be, which is obviously not good for the people behind." "You're right." Beluga nodded slightly. "Maybe, he thinks that luck is also a part of strength?" Nan Tian said thoughtfully. Xia Houshen glanced at his watch again: "Let me remind everyone that the game will start at 7 o'clock tonight, that is to say, the one among us who draws '1' has less than 9 hours of preparation time .” Everyone's eyes gathered together again, and they made a decision with their eyes. "I'll get that wooden box." Beidou walked towards the corner of the hall.After a while, he came back with the small wooden box in his hands.This is a box similar to a lottery in a shopping mall. There is a round hole at the top, just enough for people to put their hands in. "Who will come first?" Beidou asked. "Let me go first." Ryoma stepped forward, reached into the wooden box, and took out a ping pong ball with the number "6" written on it.He turned around and showed the number to everyone. Nan Tian walked over and took out a small ball from the wooden box. He glanced at the number on it, and his heart trembled. What?Such a coincidence? The number on the ball is 14. I'm the last one?Is this good luck or bad? When he was in a daze, the others came up one by one and took out small balls from the wooden box. After everyone took it, Beidou said: "The one left in it is mine." He reached in and took out the last ping-pong ball, and glanced at it—9. Now that everyone's numbers have been set, this will be the order of storytelling for the next 14 nights. Yu Chicheng twirled the small ball with "1" in his hand, and said nervously, "I'm actually the first." "Isn't that good? The first person to speak can choose the subject matter and ideas arbitrarily, and don't have to worry about repeating or being similar to others." Goth raised the small ball with "12" written in his hand to Yu Chicheng Take a look, "I'm not so lucky." "Isn't it? The further you go, the more restricted the subject matter and plot of the story will be." Beluga said. Hearing what they said, Yu Chicheng seemed to relax a lot. He nodded slightly and said, "That's true." He stood up from the chair, "Then, I'll go to my room to conceive my story." "Wait." Chris said suddenly, "I want to ask you a question—how did you get here?" Everyone froze for a moment.Qianqiu asked: "Is there any point in this question? Anyway, we are already trapped here." "I think maybe we can find some clues through the different times and ways that everyone was brought here." Chris said quietly. 南天一怔：“你是说，也许能推测出谁是那个神秘的'主办人'？” “我没有十足的把握，只是觉得可以试试。” “我赞成。”夏侯申望着众人，“如果大家都没有意见的话，我们就分别说一下自己是怎么来到这里的，可以吗？” “我不知道我是怎么出现在这里的。”千秋说。 “我也不知道。但是可以回忆一下出现在这里之前，自己在做些什么。”夏侯申说。 “好吧，就这样。”荒木舟说，“我们现在就按照这个顺序来依次说吧。”他举起自己手中的小球。 从尉迟成开始。“嗯……我记得，我昨天下午是从一个朋友家出来，然后开车回家。开车的时候，我忽然觉得自己很疲倦，就把车停到路边，想稍微休息一两分钟。结果居然睡着了，醒来的时候，就已经在这里的一个房间里了。” “你睡着之前有没有看时间，那时是几点？”克里斯问。 尉迟成思索着说：“我从朋友家出来是下午三点半左右，之后开了最多十分钟的车……。” “就是下午三点四十左右？” "almost." 尉迟成说完后，拿着号码“2”的徐文皱着眉头说道：“我昨天下午在自己公司的办公室里看文件，看累了就闭上眼睛想养会儿神，结果——后面不用说了吧？” “具体时间你记得吗？”克里斯问。 徐文想了想：“应该是下午四点过一点儿。” 号码“3”的主人是夏侯申，他说：“我昨天下午在公园的长椅上冥思，寻找创作灵感。不知道是睡着了还是怎么样，反正睁开眼睛就已经在这里了。” "time?" 夏侯申耸了下肩膀：“我不知道，当时我没看时间。” “大概是什么时候你能判断吗？”克里斯问。 夏侯申眯着眼睛想了片刻，说：“我记得当时公园里打拳的老人们准备回家了，大概就是快五点了吧。” “嗯。”克里斯应了一声。 后面的人挨着说了下去。 莱克（号码“4”）：“我在家里上网，莫名其妙地就失去知觉了。时间……大概是五点半左右。” 暗火（号码“5”）：“我和朋友在一家餐馆吃饭，喝了些酒……我去上卫生间，后来就不知道了。具体时间我没看，但吃晚饭的时间，应该就是六点过吧。” 龙马（号码“6”）：“我昨天七点在外面吃完晚饭，坐地铁回家，忽然觉得有些头晕，之后就跟你们差不多了。” 千秋（号码“7”）：“我昨天晚上到一家美容中心做全身保健按摩，那个按摩师的手法相当到位，我非常舒服，很自然地就睡着了。”她摊了下手，表示后面的不用讲了。 “时间呢？”克里斯提醒道。 “这个我记得很清楚，因为按摩前我看了一下手机，刚好七点半。” “喂！等一下，这……这是怎么回事？”一直在旁边认真倾听着的南天突然惊呼一声，露出惊愕的神色。 “怎么了？”徐文诧异地望着南天。 “难道你没发现吗？从号码'1'的尉迟成开始，每个人失去知觉的时间顺序，跟我们随机抽的号码顺序一样！”南天大声喊道。 几乎每个人都惊诧地张开了嘴，感到匪夷所思。 “难道后面的人也是这样吗？”夏侯申愕然地望着余下的几个人。 “听他们说完吧。”克里斯说。 白鲸（号码“8”）：“我昨晚和一个朋友在咖啡厅里喝咖啡、聊天。后来她出去接电话，我大概就是在那个时候失去知觉的。时间是八点左右。” 北斗（号码“9”）：“我昨晚和一群高中同学在外面喝酒，一家普通的烧烤摊。我们大多数人都喝醉了，几乎记不得后面发生了什么事——直到我发现自己躺在这里的一张床上。我清醒时看的最后一次时间是晚上九点十五分。” 荒木舟（号码“10”）：“我昨晚哪儿都没去，就在自己家中。我妻子在客厅里看电视，我在卧室看书。我不记得自己是怎么失去知觉的，时间也不敢肯定，只能估计是十点以前。” 纱嘉（号码“11”）：“昨晚，有个朋友来我家找我聊天，我们聊了一个多小时。她走之后，我躺在床上听音乐，不一会儿就什么都不知道了。我朋友是接近十点时走的，嗯……那我失去意识的时间应该就在二十分钟以内（十点二十左右）。” 歌特（号码“12”）：“昨天晚上，我去电影院看一场电影，看到中途不知怎么觉得很疲倦，之后就渐渐没意识了。我记得电影是九点四十分开始的，我看了大概一半，那时应该是十点五十左右吧。” 歌特说完之后，没有人说话了。南天（号码“14”）以为自己已经是最后一个了，他说道：“我昨天晚上在家里写小说，写到十一点半，然后在客厅看电视，没看多久就睡着了。” 南天刚一说完，北斗就叫了起来：“天哪，真的是这样！我们随机选出的顺序，就是每个人失去知觉的先后顺序！” “怎么可能会有这种诡异的状况？”夏侯申眉头紧锁，“这绝不可能是巧合！” “难道我们每个人的'顺序'，是从一开始就安排好了的？”尉迟成惊愕地猜测道。 “我们被带到这里来的先后顺序，是可以控制的。但我们刚才每个人挨着在那小木箱中抽出号码，是完全随机的，这怎么能控制？”白鲸也感到不可思议。 就在大家惶恐地谈论、猜测着的时候，荒木舟说道：“先别忙，我们当中还有一个人没说自己是怎么来这里的呢。” 大家扭过头去，见荒木舟的眼睛盯着克里斯，这才想起一开始提出这个问题的克里斯自己还没有说。 但此时，所有人都盯着克里斯，他却缄默不语了。 “怎么了，天才少年，你自己提出的这个问题，我们都说了，你却不愿意说？”荒木舟用审视的眼光注视着克里斯，“难不成，你来这里的方式和我们不一样？” 克里斯沉默许久，目光迎向荒木舟，说道：“对。” 荒木舟眯起眼睛：“那你是怎么来的？” “我不是昏迷后出现在这里的。”克里斯说。 众人全都张开了嘴，白鲸说：“难道你……” “对，我是在清醒的时候走进这个地方来的。”克里斯平静地说。 “什么！”众人惊呼起来。 面对一片怀疑的目光，克里斯沉着地说：“你们别误会，我不是那个神秘的'主办人'，如果我是的话，就会编一个谎话，而不会把真实情况告诉你们了。” “很难说。”荒木舟凝视着他，“你也许就是利用我们的这种思维，才故意这么做呢？” 克里斯没有说话。 南天伸出手比了一下，望着克里斯说：“那请你告诉我们，你具体是这么来这里的？” 克里斯说：“昨天晚上，我按约定来到指定地点，一辆黑色的轿车在那里等着我。我上车之后，被黑色布条蒙住了眼睛。车子开了大约半小时，停了下来，我被一个人带着进到一个室内场所，当然，就是这里。我取下蒙在眼睛上的布条，带我进来的那个人不知道哪儿去了，就好像消失了一样，而门已经锁上了。” 所有人都屏声敛息地盯着克里斯，像在听一个奇幻故事。纱嘉问道：“然后呢？” “然后我就从大厅来到二楼，发现14个房间有13个的门都是紧闭着的，只有一个房间的门开着。我走了进去，将门关上，躺在床上睡觉。直到早上听到你们的声音，我才起来——就是这样。” 克里斯说完后，众人凝视他足足有一分钟。 “你知道自己来这里的目的，所以才会如此从容地面对此种状况，是吗？”夏侯申问道。 “对，我知道。”克里斯低头沉思，“但是现在想起来，我觉得这可能是个圈套。” 荒木舟说：“你不妨把话说清楚吧。究竟是什么吸引你到这里来到？你来干什么？和你约定的人是谁？” “对不起，这些我暂时不能说出来。” 荒木舟瞪着眼睛问：“为什么？” “因为这是我的事，和你们没有关系，对不起。” 大厅里短暂地沉默了一阵，南天说：“那你总可以告诉我们，你昨天晚上到这里的时间吧？” 克里斯点了下头：“那个人没把我的手表收走，我进门后看了时间，刚好十一点十分。” “你的号码是？” 克里斯展示手中那个写着“13”的小球。 南天深吸一口气：“没错，你在时间上的顺序也刚好是第十三个人，在歌特（十点五十）和我（十一点半）之间。” “真他妈见鬼了。”暗火低声骂道。 龙马这时想起了什么，问克里斯：“对了，你之前是怎么想到这个的——我是说，你怎么会想到从我们每个人到这里来的时间顺序中看出端倪？” “因为和我约定的那个人非常强调时间，他在车上跟开车的人说了一句'我们必须在十一点十分之前到达那里'——所以我觉得时间顺序对这个神秘的'主办人'来说，可能有某种特殊的意义。” 众人面面相觑，脸上露出各种复杂的表情。 “那么，通过我们刚才所有人的叙述，你有没有推测出……谁可能是'那个人'？”千秋紧张地问道。 克里斯摇头道：“不可能，那个人隐藏得很深，不会这么容易暴露的。我现在只能肯定一件事——”他顿了一下，凝视着众人，“这件事情绝不是我们想象的这么简单。” 南天躺在“牢房”的床上，思索着这一起诡异莫名的事件。 这件事情绝不是我们想象的这么简单——克里斯这句话到底是什么意思？ 他知道什么内情？为什么不愿意说出来？ 现在看来，最值得怀疑的，就是他了。但是，这可能只是表象。 在这里无所事事地呆了一下午，南天已经感到心烦意乱了——各种猜忌、推想困扰着他，担忧和焦虑也让他难以平伏。他想象自己远在他乡的父母拿起电话，拨通儿子的电话号码，却发现无法联系到的时候，他们会着急成什么样。不用说，他们会立刻到自己所在的城市来，这时发现儿子失踪了……南天用手按住额头，他不愿再想下去了，这种想象令他心中绞痛。 这时，门外传来轻轻的敲门声。 南天从床上坐起来，问道：“是谁？” “是我。”一个女人的声音。 南天走到门口，将门打开，纱嘉站在门外，手里拿着一盒午餐肉罐头和一瓶矿泉水。 “都六点过了，你不饿吗？”纱嘉把手中的食物递给南天。 “谢谢。”南天接过水和罐头，冲纱嘉笑了一下。他见纱嘉还没走，就问了句，“嗯……要进来坐会儿吗？” “好啊。”纱嘉走进来，坐到布艺沙发上。 南天提着拉环将罐头启开，却发现没有餐具。正在窘迫的时候，纱嘉像变戏法一样从身后拿出一把不锈钢小勺，递给南天，“喏。” 南天接过勺子，笑道：“你想得真周到。” 纱嘉淡淡笑了笑。 南天舀了几口午餐肉到嘴里，又喝了些水，对纱嘉说：“这个'主办者'跟我们准备的食物还蛮不错的，比我想象的好多了。” 纱嘉点了点头：“柜子里的食物种类还挺多的，看来那人还考虑到让我们换换口味。” “大概是他自己也在我们当中的原因吧。”南天若有所思地说。 吃完了罐头，南天用手背抹了抹嘴，对纱嘉说：“我觉得你挺坚强的，一个女孩，遇到这种情况，很快就能恢复从容。” “你叫我女孩？”纱嘉笑道，“我都27岁了。” “反正没结婚就能叫女孩吧。” “你怎么知道我没结婚？”纱嘉睁大眼睛问。 “我觉得，如果你结了婚的话，也许就不会这么从容了。” 纱嘉微微点头道：“是啊，我无牵无挂的，确实没太多值得忧心的地方。” “你父母呢？你失踪的话，他们肯定会担心吧。” 纱嘉低下头，轻声道：“我的父母已经过世了。” 南天微微张开嘴，抱歉地说：“真对不起。” “没关系。”纱嘉抬起头来，将话题岔开。“我觉得，咱们虽然碰到这种事情，但是也要乐观一点。彼此之间应该多沟通、多交谈。否则的话，还没到14天，我们恐怕就会受不了这种沉闷的日子，精神崩溃了。” “嗯，你说的很对。”南天赞许道。 “那个叫徐文的就有些这种倾向了。刚才我给他拿吃的东西去，他连门都不敢开，就像是把我们每个人都想成是要害他的坏人一样。”纱嘉叹了口气，“唉，人如果一直处于这种精神高度紧张的状态，是会出问题的。” “是啊。”南天也跟着叹息一声。 纱嘉看了下手表：“快7点了，我们下去吧。今天晚上的重头戏要开始了。” “好的。”南天和纱嘉一起离开房间，从楼梯走到大厅，这时，14个人都聚集在一起了，每个人还是坐在上午的那个位子上，围成一圈。 南天的旁边一边是纱嘉，一边是龙马。他看到龙马从衣服口袋里摸出一个小笔记本和一支短杆儿的圆珠笔，问道：“你准备把他讲的故事记下来？” “嗯。”龙马点头道，“也许可以当成某种资料保存。” 南天望向尉迟成。作为第一个“选手”，他显得有几分紧张，特别是当时间接近7点，大家都望向他的时候。尉迟成清了清嗓子，说道：“也许大家觉得我作为第一个讲故事的人，占了某些便宜。但是，我的构思时间却是你们当中最短的——也许这就扯平了吧。所以，我希望，在我讲完后，各位能客观公正地为我的故事打分。” 说完这番话，他的脸有些微微泛红。 看来他是真的很想赢得这场“比赛”，获得故事的写作权。南天暗暗想道。那主办者说的话看来对每个人都有影响。 荒木舟说：“我们当然会客观公正地跟你打分，这跟你是不是第一个没关系，所以你不用担心。” 其他人也纷纷点头。 尉迟成似乎安心了许多，他舒了口气，说道：“这我就放心了。说实话吧，这个故事虽然是我仅用一个下午的时间想出来的，但也许是受这特殊的境遇所启发——我觉得，这是我这么多年来构思出来的最好的一个悬疑恐怖故事。” 七点钟到了，他开始讲。 （* 每个人所讲的故事与后面发生的事均有重大关系。）