Fan Wenrui and Sister Mei moved Dong Ming's body to the morgue. This time, the temporary morgue could be regarded as a real morgue.
Xiaolan squatted next to Glasses and Siman, looking at them.
How did things come to this?
So far in this crappy game, I have seen something new with every level.
Of course not a good thing.
As she listened to the two people's cries gradually subsided, she reviewed the conversation in her mind, and suddenly found a confusing point.
"Did you also kill Lao Liu?"
The two men had stopped crying louder.
It seems it should be.
"What did you mean when you said you used a pen to kill the person in front of you?" Xiao Lan still asked inappropriately, "Did you kill Lao Liu with a pen?"
What pen is so magical?
Show it to me and maybe I'll learn it (no).
The two people hugging each other slightly separated and looked at each other.
Siman's eyes were still filled with tears, but she wiped her eyes and seemed to have made up her mind, "Xiaohong, we are ready to withdraw."
"ah?"
"We don't want to continue, we are too tired," Siman said, tears welling up again, "Xiaohong, you are a child, you must protect yourself. We will only tell you this secret."
When Xiaolan heard this, she closed her mouth and nodded vigorously, regardless of whether what they said before was right or wrong.
"Actually, in the game, in addition to normal tasks, there are additional special tasks," Siman lowered his voice, "Only when the hidden conditions are triggered, will there be a chance to complete the special tasks. If the special tasks are completed, not only will there be For extra points, you can also get special props..."
Although Xiaolan already knew about this, but hearing it explained systematically by others, it still felt different.
"The pen is the special prop obtained by the glasses in the previous level."
Witch pen!
Xiaolan resisted touching her pocket and continued to pretend to be shocked.
"In the previous level, Glasses and Feng Jing were assigned together. Feng Jing was an old player, and he went to the end with Glasses. These things were told by Feng Jing when he chose the last door. He said, if he chooses You can pass the level directly in the room where the corpse is, but if you choose the room where the ghost is, you have a chance to get special props."
"So you chose the room with the ghost?" Xiaolan looked at the glasses with some surprise, and she was crying with snot and tears.
"Feng Jing told me how to use special props." Glasses took up the topic.
"The pen...can kill, right?"
Glasses sighed and nodded, "Just use the witchcraft pen to write a person's name anywhere, and that person will die. You don't need to do it directly. After Feng Jing finished speaking, he walked into the corpse himself In the room I was in, I thought about it and felt... this prop is really useful, so I chose a room with a ghost."
Although Xiaolan was curious about how the glasses managed to survive, she swallowed the question temporarily when she saw that she had no intention of expanding on the topic in detail.
Fan Wenrui and Sister Mei came back. They looked at the three of them condescendingly and said simply, "Glasses, Siman, after this happened, we will inevitably have some grudges in our hearts. You will understand..."
The two were silent.
"We may have to control you two." Sister Mei was very direct and immediately pulled out a rope from her lower back.
"No need," Yan Yan finally restrained his emotions, took Siman's hand and stood up with her, "We have made a decision, we plan to withdraw from the competition."
"Quit?" Sister Mei seemed to have never heard these two words before, "What do you mean? You don't want to win the game?"
The glasses gave a heavy and bitter smile, "Sister Mei, thank you. We already know what our level is. Staying any longer will only make it more embarrassing."
"But what are you going to do?" Xiaolan was really confused this time.
"We also had a brief discussion," Glasses patted his girlfriend's head, which was resting on her shoulder, "We shouldn't cause you any more trouble, so... we're going to jump out of the window to have a look. If the designated mission fails, We can go home directly. If we go to other areas, then at least... we have tested out part of the rules."
In the end, Xiaolan, Ai Luo, Sister Mei and Fan Wenrui stood in a row, watching silently as Siman, who was wearing glasses and wearing a nervous expression, who was killing people like crazy an hour ago, stepped on the open window sill together.
The window opened, and what appeared outside was the bottomless, thick darkness.
"sorry."
The two figures disappeared by the window.
No more sound.
After that, the four of them sat in the living room, waiting and waiting without saying a word.
What if, they really open up a new territory...
What if the chaos outside the window is just a dangerous cover-up.
just in case……
But they all understand that there is no chance.
They all understood that Glasses and Siman should have returned to reality.
But they are still waiting.
Until nightfall, Feng Jing opened the boy's bedroom door on time and turned to the refrigerator.
Fan Wenrui stared at Feng Jing's back with gloomy eyes, "I don't want to spend the night in the same room with him."
Sister Mei patted Fan Wenrui on the shoulder, "You can spend the night in the living room, we don't mind."
Xiaolan and Ai Luo nodded.
"Thank you." Fan Wenrui finally showed a faint smile.
After these few days of hard work, Fan Wenrui, who was high-spirited and clean-looking, also had some bags under his eyes and wrinkles on his face.
After dinner, I felt sleepy and it was time for forced sleep again.
I don’t know tonight.
What will happen again...
Xiaolan is traveling in a dreamland of unrestrained imagination.
Dreams are neither weird nor ordinary, neither happy nor sad.
But, cold.
The biting coldness was like a poisonous snake wrapping around the body along the instep, and penetrated into Xiaolan's body bit by bit.
So cold.
what happened?
Xiaolan was abruptly interrupted from her dream by the coldness.
Sensitivity to the body slowly revives along with a sense of clarity.
It's almost time to wake up.
A big wave of coldness hit my face.
Xiaolan opened her eyes suddenly.
The light was dim and it was still night.
A flash of silver light flashed.
not good!
In the flash of half a second, Xiaolan tilted her head suddenly, and the knife that was coming towards her crossed her ear and stabbed heavily into the pillow under her head.
"who!"
Xiaolan roared loudly, holding the bed with both arms and jumping up.
The figure was still planning to press forward with a knife. Xiaolan suddenly thought of Ai Luo sleeping next to him. He saw from the corner of his eye that she was still sleeping soundly, so he had to stretch his legs and kick her.
"Ai Luo, wake up!"
Ai Luo woke up instantly, rubbed her eyes, and then stared at this scene in shock.
"Help me quickly!" Xiaolan held the attacker's arm, trying desperately to prevent the sharp knife from attacking again.
"I...what should I do?" Ai Luo was in a hurry.
"Hit him!" Xiaolan's face turned red.
"Fight...how to fight?"
Seriously, kill me.
Just when Xiaolan felt that a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out, Ai Luo finally got the idea, raised the glass ashtray on the coffee table, and hit the attacker on the back of the head.
