Meng Fei took a new piece of paper and began to write and draw.
"If you are a normal player, the places you go back to are your own room, the restaurant on the second floor, and the public area on the first floor."
【We need to be careful. 】
"That's right, we haven't explored the public area over there yet. Let's go there and have a look tomorrow morning!"
[For the rest of the communication, just use writing. 】
"There is also a bar, reading area, and entertainment area on the second floor!"
[I will definitely go to room 314, and you must also be prepared. 】
“I feel like I’ll find some new clues!”
[Just in case, let’s prepare a secret code. 】
"Done!"
[Chunjiang Plumbing Duck Prophet, let’s stew two of them in the iron pot first. 】
Meng Fei threw away the pen and paper and pounced on Maomao, "Good Maomao! Bad Maomao! Fragrant big Maomao!"
Meng Hei endured it again and again, but still couldn't hold it in anymore. He took Meng Fei off Maomao and took Meng Fei to sit on the sofa.
"What are you doing!" Meng Fei was furious.
Meng Hei clasped Meng Fei into his arms and raised his hand to turn on the TV.
"Let's watch TV~ Honey~ Wow, this time it's a murder~"
Meng Fei's attention was diverted, and all he could see in his eyes was the murder case.
Meng Fei rested his head on Meng Hei's thigh and watched TV obediently. As he watched, Meng Fei fell asleep.
Meng Fei was not in good health and had not slept all night yesterday, but now Meng Fei slept particularly soundly.
Meng Hei picked up Meng Fei from the sofa and put him on the big bed in the bedroom.
Maomao followed behind, wagging her tail, and lay down on the open space next to Meng Fei, instantly filling the room.
Meng Hei also got on the bed, held Meng Fei in his arms, and closed his eyes.
The cute little concubine was jumping up and down and wanted to turn off the lights.
Meng Hei raised his eyes, turned off the light with a black hand, and hooked the little cute concubine back.
The little cute concubine turned around, lay on top of Meng Fei's head, and fell asleep next to Meng Fei.
Outside door 404, a figure stood.
The man held a mirror in his hand, looked at the picture in the mirror, and laughed.
"Hmph, sometimes unexpected situations happen."
"But it doesn't matter~ Anyway, sooner or later you will fall for the bait, right~"
The footsteps fade away.
No one noticed that in the corner of the door of room 404, something as big as a black bean was moving slowly.
Heidou's big eyes could clearly see the man's appearance.
Meng Hei closed his eyes, but his hand under the quilt was gently stroking Meng Fei's palm.
【It's you. 】
Meng Fei slept soundly and moved his fingers backwards.
【you? I? 】
Meng Hei managed his expression very well. He wrote: [We who have long hair. 】
Meng Fei: [? 】
Meng Hei: [Sure enough, as long as the force used is slight enough, he won't notice. 】
A good dog listens to its owner, and a better dog will learn to judge for itself.
Although the power is suppressed, the little black bean can still spread.
Meng Fei is still pretending to sleep.
[Keep playing. 】
【good. 】
Meng Fei buried his face in Meng Hei's arms, hiding his smile.
Do you really think they will accept it?
You can see everything, but what about under the quilt?
Let him see how everything will develop!
Unlike Meng Fei's thrilling second day, most players would choose to huddle in their rooms, go to the restaurant once, bring back enough food, and then just survive.
The remaining small number of players went to talk to the black uniforms and explore a safer place.
Some smart players will also book services at the front desk, such as food delivery and early call service.
These can greatly improve the survival rate of players.
Some players will also create secret codes.
Of course, they don't know whether the players they face are real players.
You can only bet. If the other party is fake, the state will give you the news.
Of course, real players who face fake players will receive the news as soon as possible.
After all, it is better to ensure the safety of current players than to bet on the next survival rate.
If the fake player sets a trap for the real player and replaces it with a fake one, it's over!
Everything went smoothly.
The third day also came.
As the sun shone in, Meng Fei sighed twice, got out of the quilt, and slapped Meng Hei on the face.
"Get up! Get to work!"
Meng Hei conveniently held Meng Fei's hand, tilted his head and kissed it.
"What? Fuck you? Or fuck me?"
Meng Fei: "..."
Pretend not to hear and get out of bed naturally.
He really doesn't have a long memory, he should have provoked this shameless guy in the morning!
Meng Fei arranged his clothes and looked at the bright spring outside. He suddenly remembered the first time he left the Dream Manor Hotel.
Those figures on the windows.
Meng Fei: "My memory is really good~"
With that said, Meng Fei walked to the window and planned to open it.
However, it cannot be opened.
Meng Fei: "..."
The touch isn't right either.
Meng Fei stroked the glass. This feeling was not like glass, but more like drawing paper.
Meng Fei's expression changed, he took out a dagger and stabbed it directly at the window.
No sound was made, nothing happened between the dagger and the window.
The big windows in the room are, well, paintings!
Meng Fei rushed out of the bedroom and touched the window of the living room. It was also a painting!
Meng Fei looked at the bathroom window again. Meng Fei had opened this window before, so it was real.
The window in the bathroom, too.
Meng Fei: “*&53%$2#”
The scolding was unpleasant!
Meng Hei was also touching the window, "It's a painting."
"If my dear hadn't suddenly wanted to open the window, it would have been difficult to find it."
Meng Fei breathed a long sigh of relief, "What a great game! What a pervert!"
The corners of Meng Hei's lips curled up, "These words are very easy for others to misunderstand. Don't say it to anyone else in the future."
Meng Fei's response was two raised middle fingers!
The two people went out and still acted as regular employees.
They went to breakfast first and then to the bar on the second floor.
The decor is fancy, but there are no customers.
There was only a middle-aged man standing behind the counter, slowly wiping the glasses.
When the middle-aged man saw the two of them, he smiled and asked, "Would you like a drink?"
Meng Fei was not polite at all. He sat down at the counter and said, "Have a glass of the most useful wine!"
The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, mixed a glass of blood-red wine for Meng Fei, brought it to Meng Fei, and said: "Lieyyan, please enjoy."
"Fire? Why is it the most useful wine?"
"Hahaha, you are no longer a guest. I don't need to tell you everything." The middle-aged man did not hide it and revealed Meng Fei's identity directly.
Meng Fei: "Oh."
Wearing a black uniform, the guest's rules no longer apply to him.
Meng Hei sat next to Meng Fei. The middle-aged man mixed him a glass of ice-blue wine and introduced it as he handed it over:
"It's called a love tragedy."
Meng Hei's face was expressionless and he said, "Pour it out, I don't want it."
You are the one with the tragedy of love! Your whole family is a love tragedy!
