The cracks in the glass case spread like the forks of a branch, rapidly extending until they were covered on three sides, and then the glass case shattered, and the shards fell like crystal clear stars on top of the cherry-colored ball.

Somehow, these tiny pieces were stuck on top of the ball, piercing it with a few small holes. The sound of the ball leaking came out, but the ball itself remained in its original state, and suddenly, the sound of air leakage became louder and louder, and the ball jumped straight up, hit the ceiling, and bounced into the distance.

The shadow puppet was about to chase after her, but her body began to tremble, and hexagonal snowflakes began to fall slowly around the glass case, as if it had come to winter in an instant.

"The ball will run on its own!" Lemon shouted at Sycamore and Fox Moon not far away, and at the same time he ran after the ball.

After bouncing the ball in place a few times, the glass beneath began to become transparent, and the ball fell straight to the first floor.

"What?" Lemon stopped, he didn't expect things to turn out like this.

"Du Hongxuan has already gone to the first floor." Shadow puppetry has to pay attention to the actions of Qian Cangyi.

"He ......" Lemon glanced at the staircase, his eyes glinting with amazement, and then he continued in a deep voice as he continued what he had just said, "Did you expect this?" ”

"Ten of them." Fox Moon sighed slightly, just this little detail, can already see a lot.

On the first floor of the Luck Memorial Hall, Qian Cangyi's attention was always on the ceiling, and when he saw that a part of the black area had become transparent, he quickly ran towards the transparent area, because he knew that the ball was about to fall, and he only needed to stand below with the help of the ball.

As Qian Cang ran around, he felt a tingling pain in his mind.

A flurry of information slowly emerged, which was the script information provided by the hell movie, but not as detailed as a night run to every sentence, but gave the current response and the next direction of action.

[Cheng Xingyuan watched the transparent area appear, he immediately thought of the scene when the ball fell from the third floor to the second floor, so he hurriedly went over to wait, although he didn't know the specific reason, but he knew that as long as he grabbed the ball, it would all be over, at least it would be over. 】

[The ball fell from the transparent area as Cheng Xingyuan expected, which shows two points, the first point is that Tao Zhenru on the second floor has broken the glass cabinet, otherwise the ball will not leave the glass case; The second point is that the ball seems to have a will of its own and is able to move freely, if it weren't for this, the ball lying quietly in the glass case would have no chance of landing on the first floor of the Luck Memorial. 】

[Cheng Xingyuan slowly stretched out his hand, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he didn't say a word, his eyes were always on the ball. 】

[The ball fell straight down and kept falling on Cheng Xingyuan's hands, but it continued to fall down after that, but this time it was with Cheng Xingyuan's hands. 】

[Cheng Xingyuan's eyes were round, he stared blankly at his arms that had lost both hands, and he couldn't accept what was happening in front of him at all, he looked in the direction where the ball landed, on the ground, his hands were lying quietly, still in the posture of catching the ball. 】

[Cheng Xingyuan's eyes were dark and he fainted to the ground! ] 】

The script given by the hell movie is exactly in line with what Qian Cangyi is experiencing in front of him, and the hands that Qian Cangyi was going to catch the ball have also been withdrawn, and he doesn't know the reason for it yet, but this time, the ball that fell from the second floor to the first floor seems to be unable to catch it with his hands.

Qian Cang's lips pursed, and a conjecture appeared in his mind.

The ball has an unstoppable force as it crosses different floors, so you have to wait for the ball to bounce once before you can catch it.

Qian Cangyi waited silently.

The cherry-colored ball landed on the floor of the first floor of the Luck Memorial Hall with a leaking sound, and then bounced at a strange angle towards the distant portrait of Fu Zhiyao, seemingly with a clear purpose.

The ball that flew in mid-air suddenly shook, flashed the outstretched arm below, and crashed into the portrait.

As soon as Qian Cang ran to Fu Zhiyao's portrait, he saw a cherry-colored ball in the corner of the portrait bouncing within the confines of the frame, and he couldn't do anything about it.

At this time, two people came to the staircase, a shadow puppet show and a sycamore.

"How's it going?" The shadow puppet asked.

"Where's the ball? Why don't I see the ball? Sycamore's gaze had already swept over the first floor of the memorial, and she didn't see the shadow of the ball she was looking for.

"The ball is in the frame!" Qian Cang said as soon as he turned around.

"Frame?" The shadow puppet quickly ran over, and Wutong followed behind the shadow puppet.

When the two approached Fu Zhiyao's portrait, their eyes began to search the frame, and soon found the ball bouncing in the frame. In this case, the image in the frame can be compared to a huge building, and the ball that enters the frame is reduced to the same scale and then jumps around the building.

The whole scene was eerie.

A loud crash came from the stairs on the first and second floors.

The three of them looked at the staircase behind them, and saw that Lemon was tumbling down the stairs, covered in blood, his shoulders had been sunken, and his chest was no longer able to see the ups and downs.

Xiaoli has already started to kill!

Fox Moon stood not far from the staircase on the second floor, he covered his mouth with his right hand, and he clearly saw the scene just now.

Lemon, who was about to go downstairs, somehow had a little girl on her shoulder, and this little girl was Xiaoli who had just stopped crying on the third floor. Xiaoli turned her head and smiled at Fox Moon before leaving from Lemon's shoulder, which was more appropriate than just disappearing.

A few seconds ago, when Lemon went downstairs, he felt a little girl suddenly lying on his stomach behind him, he found that this little girl was Xiaoli, he suddenly felt that the hairs on his whole body began to stand upside down, his special prop was only a first-aid spray, but his body was not injured now, so he could only accelerate and run downstairs, and when he ran to the corner, a huge force was transmitted from his shoulder to his whole body.

In an instant, Lemon felt that everything around her was leaving her, everything seemed to have nothing to do with her, and everything was empty and delusional. The world began to change, cold sensations stretched from limbs to torso, darkness descended from the sky, obscuring his eyes.

Qian Cangyi slowly walked towards Lemon, he wanted to confirm whether Lemon was really dead now, if not, he would try to save him, after all, he was also an actor in a hell movie, and there was no sign of going against him from the beginning of the movie to the present, assuming that he could be saved, maybe it would have an impact on the future direction of the movie.

Of course, the direct premise of saving lemons is that lemons do not die.

The clean ground, the warm blood, and the motionless wounded seem to have turned a new page for the Luck Memorial.

A pair of clean right hands are stretched out to the lemon, snorting, heartbeat, and pulse, and the right hand is withdrawn after examination.

"Goodbye!" Qian Cangyi said a word to Lemon, then turned his head and shook his head at the shadow puppet and Wutong, "He is already dead, and there is no possibility of saving him." ”

After the shadow puppet and Wutong heard Qian Cangyi's words, their expressions were a little lonely.

The cruelty of hell movies has trained them to withstand a lot of pressure, but this does not mean that they have become cold-blooded and ruthless, and Lemon's current performance is indeed not outstanding, but who knows what the future holds? The actors of hell movies will all grow.

"It seems that we just have to get the ball as soon as possible, otherwise we will end up like him." Qian Cang walked towards the portrait of Fu Zhiyuan, and he stood in front of the portrait, his right hand stretched out, pressing on the portrait. This was what he thought might cause a reaction, and he didn't know what it would be.

In the next second, Fu Zhiyao's dark and translucent eyes on the portrait began to turn, and the amplitude of the smile on the corner of his mouth began to change.

After a click, a strange sound, Qian Cangyi was surprised to find that it was pitch black around him, and when the light returned to his eyes, he found himself inside the portrait.

The Fu Zhiyao in the portrait is not a flat image, but a three-dimensional existence, the Fu Zhiyao in the portrait is like a giant, and Qian Cangyi is about the same size as a stickman. If the ball and Qian Cangyi are reduced to the same extent, it is acceptable, but now the ball and Qian Cangyi are not the same shrinkage, and the ball in the frame needs both hands to hold.

Fu Zhiyao slowly raised his right hand, his eyes looked downward, which was the direction where Qian Cangyi was standing now, and then slapped it vigorously with his right hand.

Qian Cangyi quickly ran.

In front of the frame, the shadow puppet and Wutong frowned, they could see Qian Cangyi standing at the bottom of the frame, and they could also see Fu Zhiyao who was raising his hand, or it wouldn't be long before Fu Zhiyao's hand would slap towards Qian Cangyi, but they could only watch all this silently, there was nothing they could do.

The ball's larger size also has the advantage of making it easier to capture its movements.

Qian Cangyi waved his hand outside the frame as he ran, and he motioned to the shadow puppet and Wutong not to keep guarding the frame.

Fu Zhiyao's big hand slapped it, and then picked it up, and Qian Cangyi was no longer at the bottom of the frame, and he was hiding under Fu Zhiyao's palm at this time. At this time, the ball was beating at Fu Zhiyao's shoulder, and the amplitude and frequency were quite stable, as if Fu Zhiyao was being massaged.

Qian Cangyi watched all this silently, and he began to calculate the distance and the time it would take to run over. After a simple calculation, Kankura found that it was impossible to catch the ball to some extent, because he couldn't bounce like the ball at will, and he was still affected by gravity.

Once the ball finds him approaching, all he needs to do is jump to the bottom of the frame, and when he finds a way to get to the bottom of the frame, the ball can bounce back to the shoulder or head of Fu Zhiyuan with the help of the edge of the frame.

Must take advantage of the charm distance!

Qian Cang's brows were furrowed, and his expression was serious.

On the second floor of the Lucky Memorial Hall, Fox Moon looked at the gradually expanding ice and snow area, and didn't know what to do for a while.

The reason for the appearance of ice and snow is because the glass cabinet containing the unjust snow was broken, causing the unjust snow to appear in the luck memorial, and a piece of unjust snow has become countless pieces, even if Fox Moon wants to put it back, there is no way, not to mention that he does not have a suitable glass cabinet. 2k reading web