Different times game

In the spacious hall, eight people with different styles were seated in front of the white crystal round wooden table.

"Where are we? Am I still alive?" A young girl in a blue school uniform asked with a trembling voice.

The man with the scar at the corner of his eye slapped the table hard, pointed at the woman in the silver dress opposite and cursed: "Is it you! Is it you who brought us people here?"

The woman had a white ribbon tied in front of her eyes, like a blind person, and did not make any reaction to the angry man. She had black hair and white skin, raised her head slightly, and had an elegant and unique temperament, like a radiant female star.

Shen Nanzhi first noticed that she was wearing a gray short skirt, and then looked around. She looked at the middle-aged man in a pressed suit across from her, and the two of them looked away tacitly.

"I think you need to calm down. Let's recall what happened before we came here?" The young man in a black suit had slender eyes, like a shrewd fox. "Let me introduce myself first..."

"Damn it, who are you? I asked you to install it!" After the fierce man knocked on the table, he stood up suddenly and pointed at him and cursed: "I hate you people who look so polite and polite. Scum!"

"Unruly." The young man frowned.

"Ahem! I think he is right. We have come here for no reason. We should unite as one. It's not a bad thing to know more information." Next to the man, a boy with short hair, a body full of tendons, but clear eyes stretched out his hand to pull Give him a hand.

"Let this old man speak first."

Following the young man's gaze, everyone looked at the old man in a yellow mandarin jacket. His face was wrinkled, he looked about seventy or eighty years old, and his eyes were dim and chaotic.

It seemed that he hadn't been looked at so seriously by people for a long time. After receiving everyone's eyes, he subconsciously trembled, and his micro-expression revealed a hint of joy.

The old man's voice sounded unbearably gravelly, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. "My name is Zhao Rongsheng, 62 years old. A few years ago, I lost two fingers while working in a factory. I have two sons and a daughter, so I am living... quite well. Today I was watching TV at home and the remote control fell off. It was on the ground, I bent down to pick it up, and my whole body fell uncontrollably. My head hurt, and when I woke up, I was in this strange place."

Even though the girl in the silver-white dress couldn't see her, she still felt everyone's eyes on her. "My name is Yanchan. I am about to turn 22 years old. I am the concertmaster of the International SW Orchestra. Before I appeared here, I was finishing my stage. As the audience screamed, I felt something falling from above my head, and then my mind went crazy. The pain completely made me lose consciousness. That’s probably all.”

Following the clockwise direction of the round table, the young man in the black suit coughed twice and cleared his throat. "If you follow the legal circle, you should have heard of my name. I am Chen Yanchu, and I specialize in non-litigation cases."

"Damn it, can you stop bragging? You don't look like a good person. You are the unscrupulous lawyer in movies and TV shows."

Chen Yanchu looked at him fiercely as if he had been stabbed in a painful spot. "Don't spit on anyone casually!"

"Stop talking." The boy next to him said solemnly.

"Heh. Okay, you continue."

Chen Yanchu continued: "32 years old, Aries. Before I lost consciousness, I had just taken the elevator to the underground garage and walked towards my car. Suddenly I felt a pain in the back of my head and completely lost consciousness."

"Yes. I must have been avenged."

"Stop spreading rumors there!"