"What's the meaning?"
The child's voice on the phone did not explain, it just said with a smile that this is a Tangram Game Hall, which will bring a pleasant gaming experience to all players.
Bai Su caught the word player and was about to ask questions, but unexpectedly the call was hung up.
After hanging up the phone, there was no busy signal. Bai Su went to the cashier and saw that the phone line was not plugged in at all, so there could be no incoming call.
Callback was impossible, so Bai Su could only hang up the receiver.
Looking for keys?
Bai Su frowned and turned to face the huge hot pot restaurant. Counting the large and small tables from front to back, there were probably dozens of tables.
He didn't think the door key would be placed in such a conspicuous place on the counter in front of the door, but he checked it over and found that it was not there.
In the drawer under the cashier, Bai Su touched a stack of work logs, which were handwritten paper versions. After a rough look, they seemed to be the daily notes recorded by an employee.
After browsing briefly, there were complaints about work and complaints about the boss. The only useful information was probably... She accidentally dropped the key into the pot, hoping that the customers would not find it.
Putting aside how you do it, who on earth would write down their complaints about work and leave it at work?
Bai Su felt strange, but he put the paper back on the counter and continued to read other things.
The other items of some value found during the rummaging were a badge with the word Xiaomei written on it.
There is no surname, only a given name.
Rubbing the surface of the badge with his hand, the sound of chair legs rubbing against the ground suddenly came from the dining area. Bai Su stood up immediately and looked towards the source of the sound.
The small table for two people was placed there safely, with a red and white mandarin duck pot in the middle steaming hot. The chairs beside the table were a little skewed, probably because the customers bumped into them when they left in a panic.
Finding nothing unusual, Bai Su lowered his head again.
This hotpot restaurant has simple rules written down.
It shouldn't be too complicated. He probably discovered it when he couldn't break the door and the time on his phone stopped moving.
There may be others, but they won’t be very winding and have fewer constraints on the people living in this space.
Rules... When Bai Su touched the pen on the counter, he held the pen body and drew a few circles on the free space on the work diary paper.
Rules are both simple and complex things.
The simplicity lies in the fact that as long as it is proven, you only need to comply; the complexity lies in how to break the violation based on the violation.
Bai Su stared at the door again and again, and finally gave up the dangerous idea.
If you're looking for a key, just look for the key. Don't go to war.
What's more, he hasn't replenished his energy after exercising in the bathroom... If he had known better, he wouldn't have been lazy and avoided those restraining rolls.
The food can't be eaten either. Don't let him know who turned the hot pot restaurant into this.
With a bit of a jobber's obsession, Bai Su continued to look for the key.
Bai Su, who had never played an escape room before, took nothing from the cashier and walked back to the dining area empty-handed.
It takes a lot of time to find dozens of tables one by one, especially when the pots contain human limbs, which is extremely challenging to one's sanity.
Of course, this is all for ordinary people. For Baisu, everything in the pot can be regarded as food.
Although it’s not very delicious...
Bai Su wanted to pull down the pot and pour out all the contents. He picked up the handle and lifted it up. The pot couldn't be lifted, and instead it dragged the entire table.
Well, the pot is also welded shut by written rules.
Lifting the table makes too much noise, and the whole table is full of clutter, making it difficult to find things.
So he put his chopsticks into the pot and stirred it. However, because there were too many things, it was difficult to distinguish what he encountered. After looking at two tables, Bai Su decided to get started directly.
The boiling water in the pot was nearly a hundred degrees high. Anyone who touched the surface of the water would be burned with blisters, but Bai Su just touched the bottom of the pot without changing his expression.
Knuckles, a bit of ulna, and a sleek bug carcass...no metal parts.
The hand pulled out of the boiling water was slightly red, and the wrinkled and blistered back looked scary, giving people a very painful feeling.
"The following is..."
Two or three times after that, Bai Su checked very quickly. He touched around and fished out the contents of the pot. If nothing was found, he moved to the next table.
He rummaged all the way around, but he almost got mad at the person watching his actions through the monitor.
That’s not how the game works!
This person, how could this person ignore its design! ! !
Seeing the black-haired young man's range of activities under the monitor gradually approaching the correct answer, the "person" behind the scenes became anxious.
After spinning around for a while, it suddenly thought of a solution.
…
Bai Su felt a chill for no reason.
As if someone was plotting against him behind his back, Bai Su shrugged.
What he was facing now was a mandarin duck pot with red and white soup. He had just finished scooping out the spicy pot side, and now his hands were immersed in the white soup.
The scalding boiling water had no effect on Bai Su, and the pain was not something that would hinder him. He touched around in the pot, and this time, he encountered something different.
It didn't seem to be an object, but a piece of land in a hot environment where the temperature dropped sharply, almost reaching freezing point.
Bai Su thought that his feeling was wrong, so he returned to the area and touched it twice more. The cold touch was very soft, and even had an entity. He could hold a hand.
Immediately, a cry sounded in his ears.
The sobbing female cry was very close, and the cold and weak hand left at the touch. Bai Su raised his head in the direction where the hand left, and in the direction facing Bai Tang stood a black-haired woman in a white skirt. Her figure was ethereal and somewhat translucent. texture.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu."
She raised her hands and cried so hard that I felt pity for her. Her eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, and she looked away from the ground and glanced at Bai Su, as if she was crying about her grievances.
The beauty cried beautifully and sadly, with a charming look, waiting for someone to talk to her, but her tears dripped for a long time, and no one answered her.
It seems that all the performances are just for the blind, and it is useless.
The female ghost howled twice more, but there was still no response.
Then she raised her eyes and looked resentfully at the black-haired young man who was slowly checking whether there was anything hidden in the pot: "Can't you hear me crying!"
Bai Su glanced at her strangely: "I heard it."
After saying that, he lowered his head again, counted the human organs taken out of the pot, and after making sure that the key was not inside, he turned around and left.
"Wait!" The female ghost suddenly floated forward and appeared in front of Bai Su in an instant, "Then why don't you ask me what happened!"
The female ghost stood there, her eyes showing resentment and dissatisfaction. As her mood changed, the slender hands held up in front of her chest also changed. The round nails gradually became longer, arching like hooked eagle claws.
She waited for someone's answer, and was ready to pounce on him if he made a mistake and threaten him like a ghost.
Bai Su did not dodge, but asked doubtfully: "Are you real?"
