"Sister Jiu, she seems to be speeding up."
"This time, Landlord, I'll do it. The cards I got are bad, a pair of sixes."
"Woof woof. [No]"
"A pair of 10, wine sister, her eyes are bleeding."
"I'll play a pair of old kings. When the seven holes bleed, we'll go over and have a look."
"Woof. [pass]"
"Yes, I don't want to move either. Sister Jiu, it's really bleeding from all the orifices this time."
Jiu Motoko quickly threw down three with two, a spade 2, and a straight, finishing the cards in his hand in one second.
In poker games without Xiao Wanfa, her luck has always been good.
But it won't work if he's around. His head is often shaved and he can't play a single card.
She stood up and walked towards the stairs. Gong Yangyan followed with a chainsaw and Explosion Superman.
The three of them stood at the top of the stairs and looked around. They saw the woman who had come in from their car seat running wildly up the stairs as if there was a ghost chasing her.
As for why I can't get down no matter how I run, it's because the stairs are going up.
This stairway, which was originally made of wood, now looks like an escalator, moving up quickly and automatically.
The faster Ai Zijia ran, the faster the stairs moved upward.
"What a generous move. Today's ghosts are so modern that I can't bear to have an escalator like this in the gym." Jiu Yuanzi smacked her lips.
In the commercial area outside her community, she can always meet many handsome fitness coaches handing out flyers.
I don’t know if I’m fishing for students or rich women, but I’m extremely enthusiastic when I meet a woman.
Jiu Motoko met her every time, and the coaches were so enthusiastic that they had to pay her to go to the gym.
She was introduced to these fitness equipment as if she had been practicing there for several years and was familiar with them.
Ai Zijia screamed as she ran, running too fast and throwing her head left and right, causing nosebleeds to fly everywhere.
Gong Yangyan looked for the emergency stop button at the top of the stairs, "Sister Jiu, how do I stop this?"
Jiu Motoko pointed to the stairs and said, "Just take a chainsaw and cut it off."
"..." Gongyang Yan was stunned, that's right!
How can the escalator run automatically if it breaks?
"Boom!" She pulled the electric saw, ran to the opposite side of the stairs, and sawed up the stairs.
As the stairs were going up, Gong Yangyan put the electric saw in the middle and instantly split the wooden board in the middle of the stairs, leaving a big gap in the middle.
Without her having to move, the stairs moved forward and saw themselves in half.
A large amount of blood spurted out from the stairs, and countless things that looked like meat, viscera, and fat gushed out.
Ai Zijia stepped on the air and fell directly onto the flesh and blood that had been sawed open in the middle of the stairs.
"Snapped!"
She was covered in blood, and the smell of blood immediately woke her up.
First confused, and then realizing that she was lying on a pile of squirming flesh, Ai Zijia suddenly let out a miserable cry.
The sound almost lifted the roof off the house.
The stairs had stopped moving at this time, and the flesh and blood in the cracks was surging, trying to squeeze out.
Ai Zijia fell into it, as if entangled by a huge snake, squeezing her so hard that she couldn't breathe.
She shouted to Jiu Motoko: "Help...help!"
"I can save you, but you have to obey me in everything. Ninety-one points of the spoils will be divided between me and you." Jiu Yuanzi said seriously.
It's been a while, and Ai Zijia has sunk into her chest. She feels like she can't breathe and her bones are about to break.
She shouted with all her strength: "It's all for you, save me!"
"I'm very principled. Nine points, I don't want more." Jiu Yuanzi said seriously.
Regardless of whether she was honest or naive, Ai Zijia shouted: "Okay, ninety-one points!"
Finally, Jiu Motoko stretched out his hand and sucked her, then used his spiritual power to drag her out of the flesh and blood under the stairs and threw her on the floor.
Ai Zijia saved her life and lay on the ground panting, thinking she was going to die just now.
Gong Yangyan ran back to her hiking bag, took out a waterproof suit and put it on, then took out a helmet and put it on, pulling down the transparent mask in front of her face.
Then she rushed back with the chainsaw again and continued sawing on the stairs.
She cut the jigsaw crosswise, once on the left and once on the right, to crush the stairwell.
The entire staircase trembled and twisted, violently as if it wanted to grow legs and run away, but it seemed to be fixed here, and it could only shake the staircase like a piano string that had been stepped on by a cat, almost falling apart.
Jiu Motoko looked at it, suddenly clapped his hands and said, "I wonder why this scene looks so familiar. As long as there is no blood, it looks like that cartoon about a cat and a mouse fighting."
"The stairs are moving so exaggeratedly, as if they were seriously injured. They are very good at pretending."
If it was really a stair ghost, she didn't think he would die so easily. He was definitely pretending to be a weakling to trick them into going up the stairs.
Gong Yangyan's protective mask and waterproof suit were all covered with blood spattered from the stairs. She had taken into account the attack effect of the chainsaw, so she brought the equipment.
It's a pity that when I first saw that the target was a wooden staircase, I didn't expect that blood would spurt out, so I was sprayed all over.
She held up the chainsaw and asked, "Sister Jiu, what should I do to destroy it now? I don't dare to go up there."
Jiu Motoko thought for a while and came up with an idea, "It's very simple."
Without looking at it, she directly took down the painting beside the stairs, took out a small gasoline bucket from Qiankun in her sleeves, unscrewed the lid and poured gasoline on the painting, and then poured the remaining gasoline on the stairs. .
Then Jiu Motoko took out an ordinary 1 yuan lighter and lit the portrait.
Flames instantly engulfed the portrait, which was thrown onto the stairs.
The portrait was used as a tinder, and the stairs were set on fire. The blood and flesh made a sizzling sound. Half of the stairs were on fire, and it continued upwards.
The two of them stepped back, and the fake brother thoughtfully dragged Ai Zijia over.
The four of them just stood in the firelight, watching the stairs burning.
The portrait also screamed. A pair of withered hands stretched out from the portrait and roared: "Who! Who blindfolded me? What is this? It's so hot. How can there be an iron prison?"
"It actually works. When Ma Liang, the magic pen, sees me, he will want to exchange his brush for my marker. After all, his pen is not waterproof, and I can't even think of washing it off after ten days and a half months on my face. ." Jiu Yuanzi muttered.
She re-evaluated the killer weapon of the marker and drew a big bastard on the enemy's face. Even the most powerful person could not leave the house without covering his face.
The stairs were so badly burned that no matter how they twisted or moved, they couldn't put out the fire. The flames on the stair board did not burn, but the fragrance was burning from the cracks that were cut.
The whole house from the first floor to the third floor was filled with the aroma of grass and bacon.
It was the first night again in the middle of the night. Before the situation was understood and enough information was obtained, even if they all smelled the aroma of meat, none of the players came out.
They are so cautious that it makes people suspicious that they want to win by lying down.
[The repairman who was lost on the stairs got rid of his obsession with not wanting to go to work and wanting the elevator to never stop. The mystery of the ladder, cracked. 】
[In the painting, the evil spirit issued a curse, but I don’t know who blindfolded him, and the curse came back. The mystery of medium-sized portraits, advanced: Who blindfolded the subject in the painting. 】
"..." Jiu Yuanzi didn't expect that the puzzle of the stairs would be solved in this way. He was worthy of being a top student. It turned out that the key was to break the wooden surface of the stairs.
However, the puzzle of why the ghost in the painting has evolved and strengthened.
I know the answer to this puzzle, but how to solve it.
Do you want to surrender?
please do not.
