Again, none of the players who can enter this promotion dungeon are fuel-efficient.
Even if there were, he would have died in the previous actor's escape game.
therefore……
The group of people successfully used their agility to jump into the kitchen on the third floor through the exit of the ventilation duct before the rats appeared.
As soon as they landed, the players looked at each other in confusion with the NPCs in the kitchen on the third floor: ...Isn't this embarrassing?
how to say……
“Chef, long time no see——”
At the critical moment, the storm finally stepped forward with a smile and took on everything.
"I came here to report the news."
Report?
The chef raised his eyebrows fiercely, and the machete in his hand was instantly chopped onto the wooden chopping board.
You reported that you had the front door but you had to come down through the ventilation duct?
Who are you fooling?
What about the liar?
Aren't I just lying to you?
His expression remained unchanged.
"There is an NPC who is holding an escape game in the hotel. He is killing people. There should be no survivors on the first and second floors..."
Feng Feng didn't seem to notice the coldness on the chef's face, and reorganized his words half-seriously.
"We were lucky enough to escape to the back kitchen, and before they broke down the door, the ventilation duct broke out..."
ha?
A battle royale game?
Massacre?
There should be no survivors on the first and second floors?
Hearing this, not to mention the chef, even the other NPCs in the kitchen were stunned and looked at each other...
Ridicule wantonly.
"Hahahahaha, I laughed so hard! Does he know how many guests are on the first and second floors? Are there any survivors yet? This is the funniest joke I've heard this year!"
"That's right! Even if the guests on the second floor are standing and being chopped by one person, the knife they use to chop must be curled, right?"
"Besides, the owner of our hotel, Mr. Tu, is an S-class boss. Who dares not to give him some face?"
"That's right! If the boss was not in the hotel, I might have a 0.01% chance of believing it, but the boss is on the third floor now. If something like this really happened, could he know? Could he not take action? ?”
"Even now our boss is not the only S-class boss in our hotel...Who dares to cause trouble at this time? Isn't that just asking for death!"
"Yes, hahahahaha! That's so outrageous that it insults my IQ!"
"Is he trying to laugh us to death so that we won't pursue his mistake of breaking into the kitchen?"
"Don't tell me, it's really possible, hahahaha!"
…
At most, I just used Xia Chunqiu's brushwork to skip the storm of some unimportant things:...
He listened silently to the compliments of these NPCs, and the scene he had witnessed when he was doing room service slowly emerged in his mind.
Um……
Could it be that Mr. Tu, the S-class boss whom these NPCs relied on, was the one who had all his bones crushed by the actors and then was manipulated into dancing amidst the slogans of "1.2.3.4.2.2.3.4..." That 3-01 resident... right?
At this moment, Tu Jin's weird dancing posture and his resentful but helpless and furious eyes seemed to be right in front of the storm.
"I mean, is there a possibility that even your boss can't do it... and doesn't want to conflict with that NPC?"
His expression gradually became subtle. Looking at the group of ignorant NPCs in front of him, he tried his best to be as tactful as possible...
"Besides, that crazy... Npc should appear on the third floor soon. Do you think it is necessary for us to tell you such a lie?"
As soon as these words came out, the kitchen, which was originally full of laughter, fell silent on the spot.
More than a dozen NPCs looked at the storm and their extremely serious and sincere expressions, and their embarrassed attire...
The chef wiped his hands subconsciously——
"We are in the same boat now..."
Just when Feng Feng was trying to use his words to bring down the chef first...
Suddenly there was a sound coming from outside... that made the players tremble.
"My dear Miss Puppet Master, I'm sorry to disturb your meal——"
The actor who walked up to the third floor alone approached slowly and unhurriedly.
He ignored Qing Guizhu's momentarily alert gaze, and under Ye Jiujiu's questioning gaze... he walked behind her, reached out and covered her eyes gently and politely.
"In view of the fact that some of my inappropriate behavior may have brought you displeasure...I feel very panic about this."
"So...I prepared a little gift for you."
The low voice was close to her ear, and she was afraid that she didn't hear it at all. Instead, it had a silent ambiguity about it.
"I hope my beloved Miss Puppet Master will like it——"
