Do You Believe in Light?

"Hello, I want to play a game."

The three of them heard a voice coming from all directions, but for a moment, they could not find where the speakers were.

Shen Jin was sitting in Room Number One of the "Yellow" section, watching their panicked expressions as the corners of his mouth gradually curled upward.

This was the core principle behind the trap he had set:

Mystery.

A fall could only strike at the enemy physically, but these arrangements could plant an irresistible fear in their hearts.

After panicking for a moment, Zhao Laoda calmed down and began pondering the room owner's intentions. After thinking for a long time, he shouted, "What was that thing he said just now? 'I want to play a game'? Was he cursing at us?"

Black lines seemed to fall across Old Meng's face. Being uneducated was truly terrifying. Who the hell would have thought English would still be useful in the apocalypse? Incredible!

"Boss, that was English. He said he wants to play a game with us."

"Oh, play? Hurry up and play! Whatever Big Brother wants to play, we'll play! Even Russian Roulette!"

Old Meng: "..."

Old Meng felt that he might not make it out alive.

If this mysterious person really forced them to play Russian Roulette, a ruined asshole would be the least of his problems.

The key was that he now knew Zhao Laoda's dirty secret: for the sake of survival, he was willing to let others play Russian Roulette.

He could only pray that the mysterious person's tastes were somewhat normal.

The young Yang Ao frowned, sensing that things were not so simple.

Shen Jin continued, "Do you want to understand the meaning of life? Do you want to truly... live? Yes? Or no?"

The voice changer made Shen Jin's voice hoarse and deep, making him sound even more mysterious to the three men.

Zhao Laoda looked delighted. "Hey, hey, hey!! I understand this one! Nod for yes, shake your head for no! Of course I choose yes! But aren't I already truly alive right now?"

Old Meng pondered for a moment. He felt that this question was extremely important. If he answered badly, he might truly be left here forever.

He pushed up his glasses and said, "Zombies destroyed the world, but they also destroyed the numb life I used to live. As a so-called corporate executive, I was busy every day, thinking the world could not function without me for even a moment. Until now, I never realized that my wife and daughter were the meaning of my life. So..."

At this point, Old Meng grinned. "So, if possible, I, Meng Xiangcun, am willing to use the most despicable means to survive, because I have not seen them yet. I cannot die!"

Shen Jin fell silent. From Old Meng's words, he sensed the image of a man who was neither noble nor glorious, yet would never fall.

He watched Xiao Yang on the monitor, waiting for his final answer.

The others were already growing impatient, and Shen Jin even moved the camera slightly to make sure it was not a frozen image.

Yang Ao stroked his stubble, a smile of someone who had seen through everything hanging on his lips.

"So all this apocalypse stuff is fake, right? I've been placed in a supermarket studio for three months? When did you start setting this up? Was it when I got drunk three months ago and had a designated driver take me home?"

"I have to admit, that scene where the man was torn apart by zombies was pretty good. I even pissed myself at the time.

"But later, you arranged for a woman to pretend to be a freshly infected zombie. That was a little too aggressive. What kind of stupid woman could be so full of herself?

"From that moment on, I felt something was off."

Yang Ao clapped his hands and continued, "But honestly, the set design is solid. The fake blood looks great too. You spent quite a bit on the actors, didn't you?"

Yang Ao raised his head at a forty-five-degree angle toward the sky, feeling that at this very moment, he was the protagonist of this world. If he had to describe it with a classic scene—

It was like when Conan revealed the truth behind a case!

"If I'm not mistaken, this whole act is meant to break through the last line of defense in my heart, make me completely believe in the apocalypse, and even make me think you can control my life and death, so that you can... obtain my father's enormous inheritance!"

Zhao Laoda and Meng Xiangcun were stunned!

"The Truman Show!" Old Meng instantly remembered the movie. Could it be that they had all been tricked into this place?

Zhao Laoda broke out in goosebumps. "So I'm a group actor who was captured to make this little show of yours more realistic?"

Yang Ao smiled disdainfully. "At a time like this, stop pretending, you two. Show yourselves! You masterminds behind the scenes! Let Young Master Yang see exactly who you are, to have laid out such an enormous scheme!"

Zhao Laoda and Old Meng: ???

We're actors too???

Wait, something is wrong with you, brother. Very wrong!

Shen Jin nearly spat out his instant noodles. Fortunately, he had decent self-control.

"Pfft, I can't hold it in anymore! Hahahaha!"

In the end, he still could not hold it in. Half a noodle hung from his nose, while the water in his mouth sprayed all over the mask.

Yang Ao's heart trembled. After putting on such a huge performance, surely there would not be an accident now, right?

No way, right?

After fussing around for quite some time, Shen Jin finally cleaned up the noodles he had sprayed everywhere. The Billy Puppet Mask was also set aside to dry, and he put on an Ultraman Mask instead.

The whole vibe suddenly became a little bizarre.

Shen Jin cleared his throat. "Ahem... Young Master Yang, right? Take a look at this footage."

Shen Jin brought up a camera outside. Several zombies were gnawing on some unlucky man who had appeared from who knew where, their mouths full of flesh and blood.

Yang Ao forced himself to remain calm. "Heh heh, you can naturally create that effect with staged set pieces. It's just prerecorded footage!"

Old Meng and Zhao Laoda had already started covering their faces, even feeling ashamed that they had believed Yang Ao for even a moment.

Shen Jin laughed. This man's way of thinking was bizarre, but his logic was remarkably rigorous. He was quite a character.

"Come on, say left."

"Huh? Left?"

The camera turned slightly to the left. The same few zombies were still feeding.

Yang Ao continued, "Right?"

The camera returned to its original position.

"Right?"

Shen Jin operated the camera, moving it in sync with Yang Ao's commands.

"Up?"

"Down?"

"Up, down, up, down."

"Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut."

Shen Jin got angry. "Are you fucking playing around with me? Up and down, up and down!"

"Ah, haha... Hahaha."

Yang Ao smiled awkwardly. He had been too hasty this time.

Since Shen Jin was already wearing the Ultraman Mask anyway, he no longer bothered maintaining a mysterious image.

"How about I let two 'zombie' extras in? You can take a closer look?"

"Ahem... No need, Big Brother."

Yang Ao was so embarrassed that he wanted to dig out a two-bedroom apartment and live in it.

"If you don't need it, then why the fuck haven't you answered my question!"

Yang Ao was utterly confused. Only after Zhao Laoda and Old Meng reminded him did he remember what the question was. Without much thought, he answered:

"I don't really understand the meaning of life, but... I want to truly live once."

Shen Jin nodded. He already had his answer, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Then... do you believe in light?"

"Light?"

Zhao Laoda wore an expression of utter confusion, while Old Meng looked thoughtful. "Could it have some special meaning? Hope? Salvation?"

Yang Ao looked at the mask on Shen Jin's face, slapped his hand, and got it!

"I had a classmate named Xiao Ming. During English class in high school, the teacher asked him how to say 'seven.' He silently picked up his glasses and put them on, then shouted, 'Ultraseven!' Then he turned into a beam of light and flew away."

Oh! So that was what it meant!

Old Meng followed suit, pushing up his glasses as he slowly began, "This happened when I was studying cooking at New Oriental. One day, the wok caught fire while I was cooking. The chef teaching me shouted, 'Cover it!' Then he turned into a beam of light. He still hasn't come back."

Zhao Laoda said, "Fuck! Can you say something middle-aged people can understand? Big Brother, please stop messing with me. I'll perform chest-crushing rocks for you instead!"

Yang Ao shouted, "Zhao Laoda, don't panic! I've got one for you. During my sophomore year, I asked my friend beside me what score he got on the exam. He said, 'D-plus.' That day, he turned into light."

Old Meng also got interested. "At university, our chemistry teacher was teaching us an experiment in the lab. We were doing acid-base neutralization titration, and I did not know how to continue. The chemistry teacher anxiously shouted, 'Add dropwise!' At that moment, he turned into light."

Zhao Laoda looked constipated as he watched his two teammates go wild, while he could only babble like an idiot.

Talents! They were all fucking talents!

Shen Jin was laughing so hard behind the scenes that his face cramped, but he moved too much and shook off the Ultraman Mask.

Revealing...

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