Meng Fei squatted there and waited for half an hour.
Meng Fei: Coward! I don't believe it! Can you come out today?
Meng Fei aggressively changed from squatting to sitting cross-legged, and then to lying down.
Fixing clothes, arranging hair, gnawing hands, and braiding.
Two hours later, Meng Fei was so bored that he rolled on the floor.
"I am so patient. If I had this patience, I would have gone to Tsinghua and Peking University a long time ago!"
"He's really tolerant. Really, I've finished eating the hot and sour noodles, showing off the milk tea, and even watched an episode of a Korean drama."
"Like a cat! So cute! This is how my little kitten entertains itself when it's bored. It's so cute! Suck!"
"Goddess of Cuteness, there are pink sacks, red sacks, yellow sacks, and rainbow-colored sacks here. Choose one quickly!"
Meng Fei rolled around, rolled around, until he felt like vomiting.
Damn it, grandma, I can bear this thing! None of this comes out!
Or is it that the things inside this coffin don’t want to come out at all?
Meng Fei narrowed his eyes, sat up suddenly, stared at the coffin, then slowly stood up and walked slowly to the coffin.
He was like a hunter at this time, his approach was frightening, but the hunted was still unaware of it.
Meng Fei held his breath, clasped the sides of the coffin with both hands, and took a deep breath.
Then it flipped! The coffin boards were lifted!
Meng Fei: "Come out! Pikachu!"
"Ah!!!" The shrill screams resounded throughout the room, lingering in the air.
Meng Fei tilted his head and looked at the new acquaintance huddled in the coffin.
The one holding his head and screaming was none other than the painted face from last night.
Meng Fei covered his ears and said with a look of disgust: "Stop screaming, I'm calling your grandma a dick!"
Greasy face: "Ahhhhh!"
Meng Fei leaned out with a dark face, grabbed the oily face's hair, and then punched him twice with his other hand.
Hammer’s painted face is full of gold stars!
Greasy face: "Ah!"
This scream was slapped back by Meng Fei's next series of mouth slaps.
With a few crunching sounds, the swollen painted face knelt obediently inside the coffin, looking up at Meng Fei timidly.
Meng Fei waved his hand and said, "What's the matter with you kid?"
The oily face seemed to be able to understand people's words. When he heard the words, he burst into tears and danced around without knowing what he was doing.
Meng Fei: "...You're not fucking sign language, I can't understand it!"
Greasy Face bit his mouth tightly, and he kept making gestures. He gestured with the shape of a person, and then he kept wiping his neck, and then clasped his hands together in a gesture of begging for mercy.
Meng Fei: "There is someone who wants to kill you? But why are you begging me for mercy?"
The expression on his painted face was extremely humble and pitiful. He nodded and shook his head, then kowtowed, and continued to wipe his neck with gestures.
Then he pointed to the ground, pointed diagonally upward, pointed to himself, and wiped his neck.
Meng Fei: "...No, I'll find you a pen and paper. Can you write it down?"
The painted face nodded repeatedly, looking eager.
But the next second, Meng Fei heard footsteps, not human footsteps, but doll footsteps.
Meng Fei: "..."
Oily face was agitated. He looked at Meng Fei while crying, then shook his head fiercely. The next second, he closed the coffin again!
[2. Occasionally, some strange people or things will appear in the haunted house. Please do not look into their eyes. Please stay away as soon as you find them and pretend not to notice them. 】
Meng Fei broke the rules.
But as Meng Fei said before, rules are neither correct nor wrong.
What is truly absolute is the real rule of death hidden beneath the rules.
Meng Fei looked at the coffin, closed the painted face, and then pretended to look around, as if he was looking for something.
The footsteps stopped at the door, then more footsteps.
Meng Fei found a nook and squatted down, hiding behind a big basket, exposing half of his face and staring at the door.
What is coming?
Meng Fei was both worried and looking forward to it.
Meng Feimao was in the corner, looking at the figure walking into the room. His eyes shrank and he looked at that person in shock!
It could be him? !
That's the clown director who appeared on the bus! ! !
Everyone was actually surprised, because apart from meeting the clown-like director on the bus, they had never seen each other before.
"Why did it appear suddenly?"
"If the director hadn't appeared now, I would have almost forgotten about him."
"It's a bit creepy. It couldn't be that the cute god has violated some death conditions, right?"
This time the Clown Director did not have an exaggerated smile, and his steps were not brisk, but quick and anxious.
The clown director was followed by several animal puppets, and they walked into the room together.
The corners of the Clown Director's mouth were drooped, and his beautiful blue eyes seemed to be burning with flames, filled with deep anger. His entire face could be described as furious and ferocious.
"I said it! I said it! That's what I said!!!"
"Absolutely, never let any of them survive the night, absolutely not allowed!!!"
The Clown Director's chest was heaving with anger. He did not look at where Meng Fei was hiding, but stared at the coffin.
His voice rose, almost roaring, "Kill him!!!"
The puppets rushed towards the coffin in a hurry, holding various weapons in their hands. The moment they opened the coffin board, they raised their weapons with all their strength and attacked the painted face with all their strength!
Greaseface hid in the coffin. When the coffin was opened, he whimpered, but he was like a pig or sheep that had long been accustomed to slaughter, and he didn't even have the courage to struggle.
He just raised his head, looked at the clown director's face, and then made a begging gesture.
The knife struck Greasy Face's body, and the stick hit him.
But Grease Face always looked at the clown director stubbornly, and then clasped his hands together, shaking them constantly. He cried, and the silent tears mixed with blood, burying Grease Face.
The principal stood not far away, watching with cold eyes as Greasy Face was beaten to death.
I can't describe whether this is horror or shock.
Something unknown seems to be the cause of this situation.
Greasy Face died in the coffin, and the blood spattered all over the puppets, but after they tortured Grease Face, they looked at the principal with rage hidden under his coldness like uneasy children.
The director stood there for a long time. He suddenly slumped his shoulders, pressed his forehead feebly, and muttered:
"Damn, damn, my flower, my flower, I shouldn't waste this time, flower, my beautiful flower..."
"There will never be a next time. If there is a next time, I will reduce the quota. Don't make this stupid mistake again."
The director looked at the puppets tiredly, then left after speaking.
The puppets breathed a sigh of relief, dropped their weapons, and left here with the ease of surviving a disaster.
