Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

"What are you looking at? You've been eating your bread and you still want to eat something hot? You're dreaming." Jin Chen continued to scold and slammed the table in front of Ruan Fu.

The chefs were bewildered.

He picked up the iron bucket and said, "Actually, I have more here."

Jinchen glanced at him coldly, "Do you have a wife?"

Chef: “…No.”

"I'm training my wife, why are you joining in the fun!"

Jin Chen even poured Ruan Fu's bowl back into the iron bucket, "Go to hell, I won't give him any food today. You're really a jerk if you don't give him a good beating."

chef:"……"

Damn, this human being is pure insane.

Perhaps because he had never met such a person before, the chef took several seconds to react and didn't really care. He even looked at Ruan Fu with sympathy.

No wonder this person has white hair, she must have been bullied by her husband.

Ruan Fu closed her eyes and squeezed the packaging bag, causing it to creak. Her reddened ears revealed her uneasy mood.

[The villain Ruan Fu's blackening value was detected to be -5, cumulatively 90! ]

Cheng Chuan saw everything, and looked at Jin Chen with an even more suspicious look, as if he was looking at someone else.

"You are being nice to Ruan Fu now. You just want to rely on him to get the secrets. You said that yourself."

When Cheng Chuan said this, he stared at Jinchen, trying to catch something from his micro-expressions.

But Jinchen just snorted indifferently, hugged Ruan Fu's arms tighter, and responded ambiguously.

"What does this have to do with me."

The voice was too low and Cheng Chuan didn't hear it clearly. He just thought that Jinchen was guilty and refused to admit it.

But it fell accurately into Ruan Fu's ears. He drank milk and suddenly glanced sideways at Jinchen. This man's depressed mood did not seem fake.

"Don't listen to his nonsense." Jin Chen poked Ruan Fu's waist and repeated like a brainwash: "I've been so good to you, how could I do such a stupid thing."

Ruan Fu held his hand and said with embarrassment: "Don't poke me."

"……oh."

Jinchen responded and suddenly became aware of a probing gaze. He turned his eyes sharply to meet that line of sight.

There were only three people sitting at the table in the corner, and none of them looked like good people. The man with a crew cut in the middle was even more dangerous.

Jinchen looked back calmly, then pursed his lips and nodded, and the latter responded by raising his glass.

[These three don't look like good silver!] Ling Gungun slurped the soup, [You know what, this taste is quite intoxicating.]

【……】Pig.

Perhaps because of Jinchen’s clever operation, the chef was unable to kill the player at dinner time and entered the night safely.

But in the game, the arrival of late night is often the most frightening, accompanied by the ever-present crisis and fear.

All the players kept their doors and windows tightly shut, and solved all problems that required them to go out before 9:30 p.m., and spontaneously put off searching for an inn until after daybreak.

No matter what, the most important thing is to survive.

21:25 in the evening.

The temperature in the room dropped suddenly, and the dampness seemed to penetrate into the bones.

Ji Luo squeezed into the sofa, wrapped in a thick quilt and sleeping with his back to the bed. He even blocked his ears with a ball of toilet paper, for fear of hearing something he shouldn't hear at night.

On the bed, Jinchen showed Ruan Fu the private report he had received during the day.

"According to the rules of the game, I should be able to pass the level if I can deal with all the ghosts in the hotel." Jinchen muttered in his quilt.

Ruan Fu frowned and said in an inexplicable tone, "This is not a simple matter... and, stay away from me."

Jinchen pretended not to hear the second half of the sentence and nodded: "If I could find the gold coins to pass the level, I wouldn't have to kill so many ghosts."

Just thinking about it makes me tired.

He lowered his eyes, and suddenly reached out to ruffle Ruan Fu's messy silver hair. He changed the subject the second before Ruan Fu glared at him: "Don't tell anyone else about this, not even your teammates. I'm not sure who the hunter is yet."

Although they are all villains who need to be saved, they also need to be vigilant.

Otherwise he would die eight hundred times.

Ruan Fu was confused at the moment and responded casually.

It feels really strange to sleep with someone lying next to you.

Especially Jinchen, he is outspoken and always says weird things.

"I'll sleep on the floor." Ruan Fu couldn't stand the heat that wouldn't let her calm down, so she just stood up and tried to get out of bed, but before she could sit up, she was pulled back by Jin Chen and bumped into his chest.

"you……!"

"Shh, don't make a sound."

Jinchen pressed Ruan Fu's head against his chest, covered his lips lightly with his palm, and spoke in a very soft voice.

At the same time, footsteps were heard in the corridor outside the door.

Ruan Fu's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and the only thing she could clearly hear was Jin Chen's steady heartbeat and the warmth that continued to flow through her clothes.

Jin Chen stroked Ruan Fu's back as if he was stroking his hair, and pinched his face with his fingers, "Be good, don't move, there's a ghost."

How could Ruan Fu not feel that this person did it on purpose? The earlobe hidden under the quilt was stained with crimson, and her pupils were dazed for a moment.

[The villain's heart rate is detected +10, totaling 32! 】

The footsteps outside the corridor were getting closer.

The light that Ji Luo had left on because he was afraid flickered and suddenly made a sound like a circuit breaker tripping, and the room was suddenly dark.

The next second, there was a light knock on the door.

Boom, boom, boom!

"Have you seen my mop? It's so dirty here. Let me clean it."

A faint female voice came in. It was clearly someone speaking outside the door, but it also sounded like it was right next to my ear, sticky and cold.

Ji Luo was frightened awake and covered his mouth, not daring to make a sound.

There was no response, and the knocking on the door became more intense and shrill, and the screams were loud enough to pierce your scalp.

Boom!

"Have you seen my mop?!"

Boom! !

"My mop!!!"