life copy game

Chapter 782 Everyone, are you happy to eat? (Super large chapter asks for a monthly ticket)

In the silent house, a short young man jumped out from under the iron bed.

He looked up and looked around in confusion, "Wasn't I under the chair just now? What tricks are these heretical believers doing?"

He took out a thin black awl from his waist, looked at the missing corner of the desk with old stationery, and then looked forward, looking at the windows covered with thick cardboard and the closed door.

"What's this place? Tenements?"

He covered his nose in disgust, then looked back under the bed, the bed was empty, he was the only one in the whole room, and his companion who was hiding under the chair with him had disappeared.

Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...
At this time, there was a rhythmic knock on the door from behind the closed door.

He frowned slightly, clenched the thin awl in his hand, and walked carefully to the door, leaning against the cat's eye, watching the scene inside the cat's eye.

A narrow and empty corridor appeared in his vision.

"Something that pretends to be a ghost."

He leaned against the wall next to the door, holding the narrow cone with one hand, and the doorknob with the other, slowly turning the doorknob, and pulling the door back.

The closed door opened backwards.

The knocking on the door stopped abruptly, and the clean outer door appeared in the man's field of vision.

"outside?"

After confirming that there was nothing unusual about the door, he raised his head and looked outside the door.

However, what appeared in his field of vision was not the narrow and cramped corridor in the cat's eyes, but a silence and nothingness.

He realized that something was wrong, and immediately turned his head and ran backwards, but no matter how fast he ran inside the house, his body was always speeding up and retreating, constantly approaching the nothingness.

In the process of running, his body began to disintegrate, and his flesh and blood began to melt. After passing a certain limit, he was scattered on the ground like a shattered building block, and turned into a pool of blood in an instant, and then flowed out of the door in the nothingness.

Crack—bang—

Immediately afterwards, the door automatically closed and locked.

Boom...Boom...Boom...Boom...
There was a rhythmic knock on the door in the silent room.

-

He Ao lowered his head and looked at the diary in his hand, on which was written a very simple sentence in bright red fonts.

[Brother is not at home, they knocked on the door again, the house is safe. ]
The first two sentences were crooked blood characters similar to the previous diary entry, but the third sentence, the words 'home is safe' were crossed out with a line of blood.

However, He Ao's attention was not on the crossed out sentence first, but on the beginning of the second sentence.

they?

He Ao's complexion changed, he suddenly raised the knight sword in his hand, turned around, and placed the knight sword horizontally on top of his head.

boom--

The blood-red giant ax collided with the knight's sword, making a crisp sound.

Behind the giant ax, the person holding the giant ax was a translucent figure.

It seemed to be naturally generated from the void, with only a rough outline of a human being. A very simple drawing paper was pasted on the cheek, and there were lines of diverging light drawn on the drawing paper.

This light pattern is similar to the pattern on the plastic medal, but it seems to come from a child's handwriting, which is extremely simple.

He Ao raised the knight's sword, and swung away the blood-red giant ax with one blow. Then the knight's sword danced like a sword flower in his palm, backhanding everything, splitting the translucent figure in two.

The figure instantly shattered in space, turning into an illusory afterimage and disappearing.

He Ao raised his head and looked towards the direction behind the figure.

A concealed door appeared in his field of vision. The door lock of this room was different from that of the previous room. Although they were all mechanical door locks, they seemed to be much stronger than the door lock of the previous room.

But this 'stronger' door lock has been violently damaged, and the door cannot be closed, it can only be concealed.

And when He Ao was staring at the door, an illusory shadow also appeared from behind the door at the same time, turning into a translucent figure with a blood-red giant ax sticking to the drawing paper again.

He Ao took a step forward, chopped the figure into pieces, and walked to the door in three steps.

It seems that the phantom figure just now came in through the gap in the door.

He glanced at the scene outside the door through the gap in the door, and the first thing he saw was a narrow corridor with dim red lights.

However, the scene in the corridor is not clear, as if covered by an invisible layer of 'gray black', only some of the scenes can be vaguely seen, and in the deeper part of the corridor, there is only pure darkness.

In fact, this layer of 'grey-black' not only covers the corridor, but also spreads into the room. At this moment, the floor under He Ao's feet and the 'space' in front of him are slightly covered by this gray-black 'spreading'.

Just like the ink falling into the clear water, it constantly erodes the normal space.

And the speed of its spread was getting faster and faster, and it had already spread to his feet in the very short time when He Ao swept across the door.

This gray-black space should be 'covering' the corridor outside before, but now, it flows out along the gap of the door, trying to quickly erode the space in the room.

He Ao thought for a while, walked around the gray-black space, and closed the door with his hand.

The gray-black space trembled for a moment, and then continued to spread rapidly. He Ao let go of his hand, and the originally closed door opened naturally, revealing the gap that was originally concealed.

He Ao retreated back to the bed, cut off a piece of flesh and blood from the flesh-and-blood monster that had just fallen head-first to the ground, and threw it into the gray-black space.

And under his gaze, the moment the piece came into contact with the gray-black color, it quickly disintegrated and melted, as if it had never existed.

This is the flesh and blood of a C-rank extreme monster.

The spreading speed of the gray-black space is still accelerating. If this continues, the entire room will be filled with this gray-black space in a few minutes at most.

But at the moment He Ao was thinking, another shadow rushed out from the gray-black space, turned into a translucent figure stuck to the drawing paper, and raised a huge ax to strike at He Ao.

He Ao raised the knight's sword with his backhand, took a step forward, and chopped the figure into pieces.

This illusory figure is not weak. In this space, it can already display a C-level combat power. With that C-level extreme monster that was killed by He Ao just after it appeared, ordinary C-level basically can't do it in this scene. survive.

And the stronger C-level will be delayed again, until the gray-black space erodes the room completely, and finally leads to the end of death.

This room is much more dangerous than the last one.

He looked up at the door again, because it flowed from the 'door gap', and the space behind the door has not been occupied yet.

His eyes swept over the lock on the door, the lock had been completely broken, he had tried it just now, and the door couldn't be closed.

Then he looked up and saw the old anti-theft pull bolt on the door lock.

This kind of pull bolt is the simplest type of door latch. A metal bolt is used to lock the card slot on the door and the door frame at the same time, which has the effect of 'locking the door'.

But at this moment, the pull bolt has no bolt, only an empty slot.

After a short thought, He Ao bit the knight's sword with his mouth, took off the pistol pinned in his clothes, ejected the magazine, and pulled out the top bullet of the magazine.

Then he unscrewed the slug of the bullet, poured out the gunpowder inside, and then quickly used force to flatten and elongate the remaining cartridge case.

Immediately, he put away his pistol, took off the knight's sword biting his mouth, and rushed out with a stride, walking behind the door.

At this time, another phantom figure rushed in from the door, rushed towards him, was cut off by his sword, and then he closed the door.

This time, he didn't let go of the door immediately, but flicked it with his fingers, and the pull bolt formed by elongating the bullet case bounced into the slot of the anti-theft pull bolt.

Then he let go and the door was completely stuck.

The gray-black space that was spreading rapidly stopped at this moment.

He Ao looked at the diary in his hand, and his eyes fell on the sentence that was crossed out, 'Home is safe'.

Originally, the home was safe, but something went wrong and the home became unsafe, so the owner of the diary crossed out this sentence and hid under the bed.

The problem that came out was that the door lock was broken, causing the 'bad guys' outside to be let in.

Now, the door is stuck closing again, 'repairing' the lock in a sense.

After solving the problem, the home became 'safe' again.

Of course, in the real world, a bolt made of a bullet can't stop the C-rank monster and that strange space.

But in this "inner space" with very different rules, all this is possible.

Reasonable use of the rules of this space can also turn the situation in a direction that is beneficial to you.

At this moment, He Ao had time to raise his head and carefully survey the environment of the whole room.

The decoration of this room is quite different from the previous room. There is no bedside table or desk, but there is an extra long sofa.

There was a coat on the sofa, on which there were obvious traces of someone curled up and sleeping for a long time.

There are no large windows in this room, only a small closed ventilation window above the door, facing the corridor, and the lighting of the entire room is provided by an old ceiling light.

In addition to these, beside the old iron bed, directly opposite the sofa, there is also a simple small wardrobe with faded pink flower cloth.

This kind of wardrobe does not have a wooden or metal structure, but a skeleton made of many hollow plastic rods, covered with a layer of printed cloth, to form a simple cabinet that can be opened and closed with zippers.

There are no messy clothes in the whole room, and the clothes should be packed into the small closet.

A large plastic paper calendar hung on the surface of the closet, and the year shown on the calendar was 744.

This year is 759, and 744 is 15 years ago.

He Ao remembered seeing this kind of plastic paper calendar, most of which were posters, only less than one-fifth of the bottom was a calendar, and the dates of twelve months were squeezed into a small area.

This is actually a poster with the function of a calendar. Usually, many congressional candidates or mayoral candidates will print and distribute this kind of calendar poster and send it to the poor in the slums to increase their publicity.

But at this moment, what is printed on the calendar poster is not a candidate's propaganda, but a poster.

In the middle of the picture is a gorgeous building. There is a long dining table in front of the building. Turkey, steak, roasted pork ribs and other delicacies are placed on the dining table. Everyone’s wine glasses are filled with red wine. A group of people People with medals of light sat around the dining table and ate heartily.

Next to the poster is a slogan that is divided into upper and lower paragraphs.
[Eternal light will guide our way, let us enjoy a life that will never be hungry in the kingdom of God]
However, these two slogans were smeared with blood, so it is not so easy to distinguish them, and a big '×' was drawn next to them.

He Ao walked to the wardrobe and opened it.

There are still a few faded skirts and some white men's overalls in the closet. Many of these clothes are familiar to He Ao, and he has seen them in the previous room.

He Ao looked down at the diary in his hand.

The little girl in the red dress who was under the bed just now turned into this page of diary, so is she the one who left this diary?
The little girl in the red dress under the bed and the little girl in the red dress in the closet are very similar in size and clothing. Could it be the same person?
The two rooms seem to have a certain 'relationship', and both have a diary page. Is this some kind of 'guidance' she gave herself?
He Ao glanced at the diary in his hand, and then at the cloth wardrobe in front of him.

Now that the room is 'safe', the only place this room seems to be able to hide, except under the bed, is this wardrobe.

At this moment, the gray and black space has occupied nearly a quarter of the room, and it has already touched the edge of the wardrobe.

If his action of closing the door was a little later, there is a high probability that this wardrobe will be eroded by that gray-black space.

After a short thought, He Ao put away the diary, walked into the closet, and then closed the zipper of the closet from the inside.

boom--

At this moment, there was a sudden loud banging sound outside the room door.

It appeared that someone was banging on the door outside, trying to break into the room.

The gray-black space that had been static trembled for a while, as if it was about to continue to spread with the knock on the door.

However, the 'bullet casing pull bolt' made by He Ao was stuck in the slot, like a strong door lock, firmly stuck the door.

After several violent impacts, the door did not open.

The crashing sound also stopped, and the trembling gray-black space also came to a complete stillness.

And when the gray-black space was trembling, there didn't seem to be any changes in the wardrobe.

It seems that as long as the gray-black space is still spreading in the room, the passage to the next room will not be opened.

That being said, the tricky way to leave through the closet before the gray-black space spreads to the closet is probably impossible.

And that crash at the end...

He Ao, who was squatting in the closet, quietly felt the quiet state outside.

If he hadn't thought of mending the door with the 'rule of lock', but had used the sofa in the room to hold the door, the door would probably have been knocked open.

The rules in this room are insidious.

He Ao folded the diary in his hand together with the previous page and put it away.

Although these two pages of the diary seemed to contain content that had nothing to do with the room, in fact, they all gave him a certain sense of 'strategy guidance'.

In the silent environment, He Ao felt that the scene around him began to change.

The hanging clothes gradually turned into long ropes, and the strong smell of blood entered his nostrils.

The cloth cabinet door in front of him also turned into a double wooden cabinet door.

He Ao slowly pushed open the cabinet door in front of him and walked out.

He Ao looked back at the place where he just came out, it seemed to be a locker with various ropes hanging on it.

At this moment, a noose fell from the sky, trying to wrap He Ao's neck from top to bottom.

He Ao directly raised the knight sword and cut upwards.

For the first time, the knight's sword passed through the rope completely, without touching the rope, and then He Ao covered his consciousness, swung the sword again, and cut the rope.

The entire rope fell to the ground and dissipated as a phantom.

He Ao raised his head and found that the entire roof was covered with all kinds of food, such as turkey, steak, roasted pork ribs, and bottles of attractive red wine.

He Ao vaguely felt that these foods seemed to have been seen somewhere.

Then he quickly recalled the food in the poster promoting the Eternal Kingdom of God in the last room.

The moment he saw these foods, a rich aroma flooded He Ao's nostrils.

咕噜 咕噜
A strong sense of hunger surged in an instant, prompting him to pick the food.

"Arch Arch..."

The sound of violent fast eating came to Ho Ao's ears.

He Ao withdrew his gaze from the food on the top of the ceiling and looked straight ahead.

This room seems to be a gorgeous and spacious hall, with all kinds of beautiful decorations dotted around.

In the entire room, there was only one huge tall round table, which was filled with all kinds of delicacies, and in front of the round table sat several big fat pigs that seemed to weigh thousands of catties.

These fat pigs all wore a paper mask painted with light on their faces, and they ate around the dining table without hesitation.

The food on the ceiling kept falling and fell to the middle of the dining table, where it was picked up by the pig monsters.

And under the clean white tablecloth of this huge dining table, a little girl in a red skirt is curling up under the tablecloth.

She raised her head and eagerly watched the big fat pigs eating and drinking above her head.

Her body was thinner than when He Ao saw her in the last room. She seemed to be unusually hungry, but the fat pig on top of her sucked all the oil and water into her mouth, and none of it fell below.

At this time, she saw He Ao standing behind the dining table.

She seemed a little surprised, and then carefully walked through the cracks of Fat Pig's seat, and walked in front of He Ao.

Then she heard the growling sound in He Ao's stomach. She paused, turned her back to the dining table behind her, slowly took out a small piece of bread from the innermost side of her clothes, and handed it to He Ao.

At this moment, a noose fell from the sky, instantly caught the incomplete bread in her hand, and pulled it towards the sky.

Her eyes widened in an instant, and she wanted to reach out to grab the bread, but the speed of the rope was extremely fast, and it was already pulled out of her reach in the blink of an eye.

Her face was flushed, and she jumped up to grab the piece of bread, but she couldn't.

At this moment, a white light flashed, the rope was cut instantly, and the small piece of bread fell back into her hand.

She widened her eyes and looked at the boy holding the knight sword in surprise.

Then she passed the bread again.

He Ao shook his head, he is not actually hungry, this kind of hunger is the special influence brought by this room, and he cannot get enough by relying on food.

"wait for me."

He smiled and nodded slightly at the girl.

Then, under the girl's suspicious eyes, he walked to the dining table and kicked the seat under a fat pig.

boom--

With a roaring sound, the delicate high-backed seat was kicked away, and the pig monster wearing a paper mask fell to the ground.

And He Ao stepped forward, grabbed the kicked chair, placed it in front of the tall table again, and then climbed onto the chair.

Standing at this height, he could already clearly see the delicacies on the table. He smiled and looked at the surprised pig monsters with radiant masks.

"Everyone, are you happy eating?"

His hand rested on the edge of the table, and he swung it upwards.

　a little cavin later
　　
　
(End of this chapter)