Familiar mechanical sounds sounded around the entire meeting site.
Everyone was frightened by this sudden change, and all of them panicked and cast their eyes on the flickering curtain.
"Did you just hear that?"
"He seems to be talking about, what kind of ghost talk game?"
"No, the projector is not turned on at all. How did the curtain light up?"
Listening to the flustered discussions around him, Zhou Bai quietly looked towards where Aunt Wang was.
I saw her bent over at this time, with cold sweat on her forehead.
He looked at the curtain like everyone else.
But she looked a little anxious.
A being who was originally able to control thousands of screens on Blue Star can now not even control the picture on a single screen.
When Zhou Bai thought of this, he suddenly felt a little sad.
He lowered his head and clasped his hands.
In a daze, he suddenly saw a vague red rope appearing in the hand he was holding.
The top of the red rope is a neat cut.
The other end of the red rope was held along Zhou Bai's arm, and seemed to have become one with him.
Zhou Bai looked at the red rope in his hand, frowned, and then discovered that the red rope seemed to be flashing as the picture on the curtain appeared.
Is there still a connection even if the rope is broken?
Zhou Bai's heart moved. He raised his head and glanced at Aunt Wang, who had a painful expression on her face. Then he clenched the red rope in his hand, recalling the feeling of power entering his body at that time, and poured power into the red rope.
Just when Zhou Bai started to do this, the front of the curtain emitted a dazzling light.
Everyone squinted their eyes, raised their hands, and quickly blocked the light in front of them.
When the light slowly faded, they lowered their hands with lingering fear.
"what happened?"
The old dean is also quite old, and he really can't stand the fright.
He still closed his eyes, put his hands down, patted his chest, and then slowly opened his eyes.
Then, he was so shocked by the scene in front of him that he was speechless.
"This is...my madhouse?"
He stared at the picture on the curtain without blinking.
In the picture, many black cracks appeared on a street.
People walked cautiously for fear of falling into the cracks.
The camera passes through these pedestrians, moves forward along the street, crosses a circle of barbed wire, and arrives in front of a building with a gray-black exterior wall.
"madhouse?"
"Why is the asylum in the picture?"
Others also recognized the building one after another.
The scene on the curtain is still moving towards the inside of the lunatic asylum.
The screen went through the outer wall of the asylum and came inside, and then everyone saw a group of people wearing dark green hospital gowns, attacking each other crazily.
"Pull it in and get a shock. Pull it all in."
Half of Dr. Zhao's face has grown hair.
His dark brown left hand was like a bear's paw, struggling to hold a notebook.
The other hand, which is still intact, is holding a pen and directing the doctors in white coats around him as he walks.
"It's Xiao Zhao!
What exactly is going on?
Why does the scene in the lunatic asylum appear on the curtain?"
The old dean anxiously wanted to know the answer. After waiting for a long time, no one answered him.
Zhou Bai turned around and glanced at Aunt Wang, who still had a painful look on her face. After thinking about it, he still stood up.
It's time for the real meeting leader to take control of the situation.
"Dean, you should be able to guess it without me telling you.
The picture on this curtain is actually what is happening in our world right now."
The old dean had already guessed this possibility, but he still couldn't believe it.
"Really?
Has the lunatic asylum really turned into this now?"
As he spoke, the picture on the curtain continued to change as the camera moved.
When the dean finished asking these questions, the screen came to the dean's room of the lunatic asylum.
No one could be seen in the dark dean's room.
But the warm yellow wall lamp, as if someone forgot to turn it off before leaving, was still on, allowing people to see a black crack about half a meter wide behind the desk.
"Is this... the crack that made me disappear from the madhouse?"
With the emergence of this rift, the question that the old dean just raised actually already has an answer without having to answer it.
The pictures on the curtain continued to change.
Soon, the camera left the madhouse and took everyone to another place.
"This is my pet hospital!"
"Duty brigade? This is the office of the duty brigade!"
"My general command room?"
…
As familiar scenes appeared one after another, more and more people believed that what was playing on this curtain was what was happening in their world.
"Your behavior of breaking the rules and going back can also repair these cracks.
As long as these cracks disappear, the world you live in will slowly return to normal."
Aunt Wang raised her pale face and continued to explain the significance of this action with difficulty.
"But...but if we break the rules, can we really return to the original world?"
Captain Zai's tone this time was much gentler than before.
Aunt Wang did not answer him, but turned to look at the curtain.
Seeing that no one paid attention to his words, Zai Yang turned his head in embarrassment and looked at the curtain next to him.
As the scene continued to change, he suddenly stood up from his chair excitedly.
"Is this...is this Peng Kuan?"
When Zhou Bai heard Fatty Peng's name, his eyebrows suddenly jumped.
He quickly looked towards the curtain, and sure enough he saw Fatty Peng gnawing on a sweet potato and sitting alone on the sofa.
"He's not dead!
I remember he broke the rules three times and then disappeared.
Unexpectedly, he did not die.
It's true! What she said is true!
If you break the rules, you can really return to the original world!"
Zai Yang was so excited, as if he could go back now.
Others at the scene were infected by his emotions and began to become a little excited.
Zhou Bai saw their reaction and felt that this was not entirely a good thing.
After thinking about it, I decided to give them a beating.
"Only if we go back by ourselves, we will only face a fragmented world."
When Zhou Bai said this, the smiles that appeared on their faces solidified instantly.
"Yes, there are cracks everywhere.
Even if we go back, it will be difficult to survive."
Seeing that everyone was getting frustrated, Zhou Bai continued to give them some chicken blood.
"That's why we have to work together to find ways to repair these cracks.
This is the real reason why we have this meeting.”