Just pull a few ropes of different colors and put them aside, and let the players choose one to cut.
One of these ropes is connected to the weight above the player's head. If the corresponding rope is cut, the weight above will fall and hit the player's head.
Somewhat like bomb defusing.
Most of the heavy objects in normal variety shows are plastic basins or wooden boards with relatively low lethality, so as to ensure that the guests will not be hurt even if they are dropped.
But Carnival is not a normal variety show.
The superiors wanted to put a bomb directly on the other end of the rope, but considering that a weapon with too much lethality would affect the audience, they chose a guillotine that would not accidentally injure others.
In this way, the spectators on the side will at most be splashed with blood, or their heads will be chopped off while bouncing.
Of course, this will not cause any harm and will not even leave a psychological shadow.
The huge guillotine is in the middle of the stage. At this time, an inferior performer is being pressed under the guillotine. Not far in front of him are seven thick wires of different colors.
Another inferior man is holding scissors and standing in front of these colorful ropes.
The person on the guillotine cannot choose the color himself, he can only watch others cut the rope connecting his life.
At this time, three of the seven ropes had been cut, and the person in front of the rope was tremblingly reaching out to the remaining one with the scissors.
The sound of "click" as the thick rope was cut sounded on the stage.
007 behind the curtain held his breath and stared at the guillotine on the stage without blinking.
There was no movement.
The guillotine did not fall. It seemed that the one just now was not the key one.
The person under the guillotine breathed a sigh of relief, but the person holding the scissors looked even more nervous.
007 glanced at their faces a few times and then turned his attention to the corner on the other side of the stage. There were more human bodies stacked there, including a few more headless corpses. The extra ones were all in the program Happy Guillotine.
Sacrificial inferiors.
Some of their fallen heads rolled into corners, while others landed at the feet of the upper class spectators and were kicked around.
The host's voice came from the stage, and his voice was mellow: "I didn't expect that it would be okay even after cutting four threads. Look, there are only three threads left that have not been cut! If only the guillotine had not fallen when there was only the last thread left.
, then the surviving inferior person will take the place of the thread cutter, and the current thread cutter will be the next one to go to the guillotine."
The rules of the game are simple.
At the beginning, a low-level person is selected as the thread cutter. This person's life is not in danger at the beginning and is only responsible for cutting the thread.
But if the guillotine has not fallen after cutting six threads, then the thread cutter will be pushed to the guillotine, and the lower-class person who survives will become the new thread cutter.
Therefore, the thread-cutters hope that the low-class people on the guillotine will die immediately.
And the lower class people on the guillotine have been looking forward to switching places with the thread cutter.
The upper-class people indulge in sadistic orgies, while the lower-class people plot against each other.
All are enemies.
007 looked at the carnival audience in the auditorium behind the scenes and the low-class people on the stage who had their own evil intentions, and she felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
After the show was over, it was her turn to take the stage.
She still doesn't know what kind of show she will get.
Look at this group of low-class people, I'm afraid they will be tricked badly when they come to power.
007 missed Gu Mian again. She didn't know that those children had been scrapped, so she was a little worried: "I don't know if those children have any tricks, and Gu Mian will also be broken..."
She still remembered what Snake Head Mask said before about low-class people being torn apart by playing with them.
While 007 was thinking, the lowly person cutting the rope on the stage cut another rope.
The people under the guillotine were safe and sound.
The person who cut the rope still missed the crucial one.
Now there are only two left.
007 secretly looked at the stage and saw a long line of people behind the guillotine. This game should be able to continue for a while.
She began to think about how to survive her performance.
If Gu Mian were here...
007 began to figure out Gu Mian's thinking. She felt that this might help her think about the way to be born: "What would Gu Mian do if he were here?"
Well, if he were asked to cut the thread, he would most likely cut it all off before anyone could react, and then face the audience with his hands on his hips and laugh "hahahaha"...
007's mind is full of images of Gu Mian with her hands on her hips and laughing maniacally.
If he is not allowed to cut the thread and is held under the guillotine, he will most likely rise up to resist and kill the thread cutter. Then, before anyone can react, he will cut off all the threads with a pair of scissors and put his hands on his hips while laughing "hahahaha"...
At this moment, 007's mind was completely occupied by Gu Mian's devilish laughter.
Of course, these were all her imagination. In 007's memory, Gu Mian seemed to have never laughed so maniacally.
But at this moment, Gu Mian didn't know that she was laughing in 007's head, and he was searching the floors seriously.
Not long ago, he searched the entire fourth floor and found nothing.
Now he has reached the third floor.
The sound coming from the carnival hall on the first floor could be heard more clearly on this floor. He stood in front of a window and looked down, and at a glance he saw the huge guillotine in the middle of the stage.
At this time, a low-class man was being pressed under the guillotine. Next to him was another low-class man holding a pair of scissors. In front of him were a yellow and a blue thread.
The man holding the scissors seemed to be in a tangle, and he stood there for a long time without moving.
Just one look at Gu Mian and she knew what the show was about: "It's a game that makes bouncing heads."
There were indeed several heads bouncing around below - they were being kicked around by the spectators.
"It's such a pity that I can't participate in such a cheerful festival!" Gu Mian looked at the happy audience below and made up her mind, "If I finish my business later and still have time, I will definitely go on stage!"
To bring joy to the audience.
Just when Gu Mian was thinking about how to create happiness, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the corner of the auditorium.
Kill the teacher.
That pink shirt is still very eye-catching.
I saw Mr. Koro sitting at the edge of the auditorium, tilting his head and looking at the corner next to him, his mouth opening and closing as if he was talking to someone.
