Apocalypse Shuttle Journey

However... this didn't have much impact on Jiang Meng, so Jiang Meng sorted out his feelings and went out.

It is now impossible to go out and avoid this angel.

No wonder I heard a slight clicking sound when I went to the toilet.

I saw that the surroundings were blocked by a layer of black stuff, making the lights in the room seem exceptionally bright.

When Wang Zhiyin saw Jiang Meng, she immediately ran towards him and said in a panic, "Did you see it?"

Jiang Meng looked at the black thing and signaled to Wang Zhiyin: "The one you are talking about?"

After Wang Zhiyin heard Jiang Meng's words, he immediately nodded and said, "That's it! He appeared suddenly, and everyone was panicked, and the phone call couldn't be reached!"

Jiang Meng took out the original owner's mobile phone and took a look at it. Just as the original owner remembered, there was no signal.

Wang Zhiyin held on to some hope and went to Jiang Meng's phone to check. After finding that there was no signal, Wang Zhiyin couldn't help but sigh and said, "What's going on? Jiang Meng, how about we go down and take a look?"

After Jiang Meng heard what Wang Zhiyin said, he looked inside the company and saw that almost all the employees were taking out their phones to look at them.

Some people have already run to the elevator, and it is obvious what they want to do.

Wang Zhiyin looked at Jiang Meng's silence and urged, "Jiang Meng, let's follow them and go down to take a look."

After hearing what was said, Jiang Meng said to Wang Zhiyin, "Wait a moment."

After Jiang Meng finished speaking, under Wang Zhiyin's somewhat puzzled look, he walked towards the window.

Jiang Meng stretched out his hand to open the window, but found that the window seemed to be stuck with glue and could not be opened at all.

After Wang Zhiyin saw Jiang Meng's actions, he said with some enlightenment: "Before you, some people tried to open the window, and some people even tried to smash it with objects, but they couldn't open it."

After hearing these words, Jiang Meng gave up the idea of ​​taking the stool next to him and smashing the window.

Jiang Meng, who had the memories of the original owner, naturally didn't want to follow the crowd downstairs.

On the one hand, my own strength has not recovered much. Even if my skills are still there, two fists cannot beat four hands.

On the other hand, when the angel speaks and starts the game, the scene becomes very chaotic.

So after considering these situations, Jiang Meng felt that it would be better to just stay calm.

After Jiang Meng made the decision, he said to Wang Zhiyin, "I just want to stay here. I advise you not to go down."

After Wang Zhiyin heard Jiang Meng's words, he stamped his feet and said, "Everyone is going to go down, why are you staying here?"

Jiang Meng shook his head slightly, not wanting to say anything.

Wang Zhiyin turned around and saw the elevator door open. She said to Jiang Meng anxiously, "The elevator door is open. Are you really not going to get off?"

After hearing what was said, Jiang Meng walked to a stool nearby and sat down before saying to Wang Zhiyin, "I'm not going down."

Wang Zhiyin looked at his colleagues filing into the elevator, turned around and ran towards the elevator, and said to Jiang Meng, "Come on."

Jiang Meng just looked at Wang Zhiyin's back quietly.

Because in the original owner's memory, Wang Zhiyin did not die in the first round, so Jiang Meng did not continue to persuade him after giving him just one sentence.

After the first round of the game is over, those who ran away will come back.

After everyone left, the floor suddenly became quiet. Under the pale light, the surroundings seemed inexplicably creepy.

After a moment, a mechanical voice sounded: "You are all trapped. Let me introduce myself first."

"Ahem." The owner of the mechanical voice cleared his throat and continued, "My name is Angel, and I'm here to play games with you all. The first game will start right away!

Kill two people within half an hour. If you fail to do so within the time limit, five people will die randomly. I wish you a happy game."

Because Jiang Meng was the only one left on the floor where Chu Feng's company was located.

So Jiang Meng was quiet here, and even if there were mechanical sounds, Jiang Meng would listen silently.

It's quite lively downstairs.

As the mechanical voice appeared, someone immediately shouted, "Who are you? Are you the one who locked us up?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone was waiting for the answer from the owner of the mechanical voice.

But after one second, two seconds, five seconds, the owner of the mechanical voice obviously had no intention of answering the question and continued talking to himself.

A noisy voice suddenly sounded: "The door here can't be opened, how can we get out?"

"Are we stuck like this?"

"Did you find out where that sound came from?"

"Kill... kill people? Did I... hear correctly?"

"Or two?"

"What kind of terrorist is this?"

"It must be, or else he is here to take revenge on society! What kind of angel is he?"

Someone looked at the people around him with a wary look, then hesitantly asked, "You guys really won't kill anyone, right?"

After Wang Zhiyin heard these words, he suddenly felt as if his heart was being plucked.

How could the plot in this novel or movie happen to a small worker like me?

When Wang Zhiyin thought of this, her eyes turned red and she almost cried.

As soon as that person finished speaking, someone else said with certainty, "How could he kill someone? Killing someone means going to jail."

"Yeah, that angel, he thinks we are stupid."

"Anyone who wants to be shot can do it, hahahaha."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone burst into laughter, as if they had heard a joke.

Time passed by minute by minute. Some people were fiddling with their phones, some were trying to open the door, and some were trying to find the source of the mechanical sound.

Before I knew it, half an hour had passed!

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang", which scared everyone!

Someone, feeling the wetness on his head, raised his hand to wipe it, then took it down and looked, only to see red and white on the palm of his hand.

What is this?

Confused, he turned his head and looked behind him.

Suddenly I saw a man who was still standing but with a shattered head. His face and neck were covered in blood!

His right eyeball was actually hanging in its eye socket without falling out!

When he saw this scene, he immediately felt creepy and his hair stood on end.

He understood what the red and white thing in the palm of his hand was.

The man’s lips were still moving: “Save…save…me, save…”

Before he could finish his words, the man seemed to lose his support and fell straight to the ground.

The white stuff in the head was like the wine in a glass, spilling all over the floor.