Rubik's Cube Seven Days Dream

"Zhou Xuerong!"

Seeing the scene in front of him, Xu Minglang rushed over, his eyes blushed anxiously, but there was still some distance left, so he yelled to divert the clown's attention and give Zhou Xuerong some time, but it didn't work.

"Oh shit."

Xu Minglang ran forward with all his strength. He forgot that he was unarmed, and he also forgot the basic principle of self-protection. If he rushed forward at this time, it would obviously attract hatred, and he might even get injured or infected.Under such extreme conditions, even a small wound can cause fever, infection, and even death.

He might die on the way.

What about Xue Yingying?But looking at the person lying on the ground with blood gurgling from his left hand, it was injured to protect him.

How could he refuse to save him.

The moment he heard Xu Minglang's voice, Zhou Xuerong gritted his teeth and gathered up all his strength to get up, but the clown was very vicious, he stepped on Zhou Xuerong's injured hand with his foot, and crushed it down hard.

"Uh..." Zhou Xuerong squeezed out a groan from his teeth, the pain made him clear his head, and he searched in his mind, what method he had used to escape when faced with such a situation.

The ax was hanging high on the top, Zhou Xuerong gritted his teeth and grabbed the clown's ankle with the other hand, and then pulled it inward hard. The clown's center of gravity was unstable and he could only fall backwards.

At this moment, Xu Minglang rushed over. Seeing Zhou Xuerong lying on the ground, he shouted out of breath, "Zhou Xuerong!"

Zhou Xuerong took the opportunity to stand up, and just about to take back the axe, the clown turned back on his back, and even bowed frivolously to the two.

"How are you, can you hold on?"

"Why haven't you left yet?"

"Stop talking." Xu Minglang helped Zhou Xuerong to stand up.

The clown took a step forward, and was about to launch another surprise attack. At this moment, the mirror on one side suddenly opened, and a tea cup drove out, forcing the clown to dodge to the side.

At the same time, the mirror beside Xu Minglang moved a crack.

Godsend opportunity!

"Go!" The two supported each other and fell into the passing teacup together.

Regardless of the exhaustion and pain in their bodies, the two looked at the right time, and when the mirror on the inside opened, they kept hiding in the inner circle.

In the mirrors on both sides, the infinitely extending figures of the two are reflected.

The clown wanted to find them, so he could only go around in circles.

"Damn... are you alright?" Xu Minglang's calf bone and cup rim collided firmly, and his eyes were sore from the pain, but he found that Zhou Xuerong was pressed under his buttocks, and he was so scared that he quickly moved away.

"your hands......"

"It's okay." Zhou Xuerong hid his left hand behind his back, and added, "It just looks scary."

"Then you have to find something to wrap it in, otherwise you will get infected." Xu Minglang said as he pulled off his jacket, looked at the sweater he was wearing inside, his expression froze.

The torn clothes and bandages in the movie are all fake!

Zhou Xuerong unhurriedly unloaded the long cloth bag behind his back, then found a roll of bandages and a small bottle of red medicine from inside, ignored Xu Minglang's stunned look and said, "Get it for me."

Xu Minglang didn't ask Zhou Xuerong "why do you carry these things with you" this time, he knew it was useless to ask, and he said that Zhou Xuerong was injured because of him.

I can only swallow all the questions back to my stomach.

Holding the bottle in his hand, Xu Minglang watched Zhou Xuerong start to take off his coat, revealing the thin sweater underneath.

Zhou Xuerong rolled up his left sleeve, bit the fabric on his shoulder with his teeth, and signaled Xu Minglang to apply the potion on it with a nasal voice.

There was already a mass of rotten flesh on the palm of the left hand, and the half-dried blood made it impossible to see where the wound was. The wrist and cuff were also full of blood, which trickled down to the elbow.

Xu Minglang's eyes became even more sour just looking at it.

There were no cotton swabs or medical cotton balls, so he had to pour red syrup on them.

Zhou Xuerong didn't change his face, picked up the bandage and wrapped it around his hand, the movement was fast and ruthless, he tore off the end of the bandage with his teeth, and tied the knot again.

Xu Minglang knew that this was the basic operation to stop the bleeding, but from Zhou Xuerong's unceasing chest heaving, it could be seen that he was really in pain.

"Thank you." Xu Minglang said.

Zhou Xuerong dressed roughly, and shook his head.

Xu Minglang's mind was full of thoughts, especially Zhou Xuerong's calm and breezy attitude, which was really the style of a gentleman.He knew that Zhou Xuerong didn't necessarily do this with the mentality of a "gentleman", but if it was someone else, even if other thoughts were mixed in the friendship, it would be impossible for him to suffer such a serious injury for the other party.

This must be a fucking friendship.

No words can express Xu Minglang's current mood. Thousands of words have been transformed into a simple action. He patted Zhou Xuerong's shoulder and nodded repeatedly.

The grace of dripping water will surely be repaid by springs.

The two of them had just taken a breath when there was a faint sound coming from a distance... Xu Minglang just thought of something, and the sound became louder and louder.

Is that ax in the hand of the clown?

Oops!

Both of them realized what had happened. Zhou Xuerong squeezed Xu Minglang's hand. Under the light, the sweat or the melted snow made his face and neck glow with moisture, coupled with a resolute expression, Looks like a fearless warrior.

But Xu Minglang knew that that fearlessness was just an illusion.They are all tired, and the lactic acid secreted in their muscles is dissolving their strength and courage little by little.Especially Zhou Xuerong, his hand was injured so badly...

In the end, the stronghold he chose became their graveyard.

Prepared for the worst, Xu Minglang suddenly felt a sense of sadness in his heart.

This feeling was more turbulent than fear and nervousness. He heard the sound of the mirror shattering getting louder and louder, Zhou Xuerong turned around and smiled at him.

"It'll be fine."

Xu Minglang responded with a bitter smile, and a different emotion slowly flowed into his beating heart, even blocking out the fear for a second or two.

The sound of the mirror breaking suddenly stopped.

Xu Minglang's heart was hanging in his throat, and the two exchanged a look, neither of them dared to relax.Because they all knew that the clown was staring at the place separated from them by the wall. The clown might be teasing them, wanting to play a little game of cat and mouse for a while, so as to prolong the fear before the roundup.

The long-delayed ax was hanging in the hearts of the two of them.

Suddenly, the mirror on the outer circle on the left side shattered. Xu Minglang sat in the teacup, looked at the ever-increasing glass shards behind him, and asked anxiously, "Can you hold on?"

Zhou Xuerong hooked the corners of his lips, stood up first, and jumped onto the teacup table behind, Xu Minglang hurriedly followed.The tracks were littered with shards of glass, causing the teacups in the back to malfunction one after another, and the cables on either side were blazing.The mirror in front of him was already empty, Zhou Xuerong was worried about an ambush, so he slowed down, using the mirror as a cover, he poked his head out carefully.

The outside is also in a mess, the teacups are all malfunctioning, piled up on the track like furniture, but there is no sign of the clown.

Zhou Xuerong gesticulated and booed at Xu Minglang, ignoring Xu Minglang's bared teeth to stop him, and went out to check the situation by himself.He walked on the railway track full of glass shards, and it was inevitable that he would make noises, but he no longer cared about these. He walked between the gap between the teacup and the mirror, paying attention to the front and back, and at the same time beware of the clown who might hide in the teacup.

Xu Minglang couldn't wait any longer, he picked up a piece of glass that was in his hand, put it in his pocket, and got out of the hole.

On the other side of the broken mirror, a cold light flashed on the chest of the clown hiding in the darkness.

Zhou Xuerong had turned around half a circle, but he still didn't see the clown. He still missed Xu Minglang in his heart, so he walked back, thinking that the two of them would feel at ease together.A roar suddenly sounded, and the sound was not far in front...

"Brother Lang!!"

Xu Minglang was still in shock, the cotton on his chest spilled out along the opening, he dared to say that if he moved even half a second slower just now, what would flow out now would be his intestines.The clown was one meter away from him, looking at him motionless. He felt that he was being looked at by a psychotic killer. He was no longer a person, but a piece of meat waiting to be slaughtered.

This silent gaze lasted only a few seconds, but it felt as long as 10 minutes. He wanted to back away, but he was afraid of disturbing the clown in front of him. At this moment, he finally understood that the movie was not just acting casually. It turned out that under the control of fear, People will really substitute themselves into the role of "being hunted", and even worry that resistance will cause greater harm.

Shocked.

He heard Zhou Xuerong calling his name, and a figure of a person running and jumping between the railroad tracks and the teacup tables appeared in his mind.

Xu Minglang suddenly became less anxious, he was not fighting alone!The clown showed a nervous smile, and the two lumps of red-painted apple muscles instantly piled up high, making Xu Minglang panic when he saw it, and he felt an urge to run away.

He told himself, don't be afraid, don't run, because it's useless to be afraid.This game can only be broken by killing all the clowns. He came to the Mirror Room knowing this, didn't he?If you flinch at this juncture, wouldn't you be slapping yourself in the face.Is he worthy of Zhou Xuerong who followed him into the tiger's den?Are you sorry for Xue Yingying?Are you worthy of Ye Jiawen who climbed down from the [-]-meter-high Ferris wheel?

There are some principles that cannot be escaped no matter what the situation is.

Xu Minglang clenched his fists, his legs slowly crossed, his right foot secretly exerted force, his eyes became determined.Looking at the clown smiling strangely like a still frame not far away, he no longer had the fear just now, and shifted his gaze to the clown's hand holding the axe. Xu Minglang was thinking about how to get the weapon back while trying to avoid getting hurt.

It’s just that he didn’t dare to procrastinate for too long, fearing that his courage would be exhausted prematurely, and the other was that the clown would move ahead of time, so he only counted down “three, two, one” in his heart, and while the clown stayed where he was, he kicked his right foot on the ground vigorously, sprint...

He grabbed the clown's wrist holding the axe, then hugged his whole arm tightly, and suddenly knelt down.The clown lost his center of gravity and leaned over.

he made it!

The whole movement was done in one go, if Yu Haohuai was there, seeing this scene, he would definitely think that Xu Minglang is a practicing player, or he has learned Sanda for several years.But Xu Minglang is considered half a literary youth, and he played a few times with out-of-school gangsters for the so-called "rock soul" when he was in the high school band, and his record was not good, let alone his Sanda skills...

The two moves just now are more like a kind of muscle memory, or a flash of inspiration, the movements are faster than the brain's reaction, Xu Minglang can only explain it as "God helps me too".

Xu Minglang pressed on the clown's chest, and the first thing he did was to unload the axe and throw it forward vigorously, so that he could get his weapon back when Zhou Xuerong arrived.

The clown still had that weird expression, but his non-smiling eyes slowly turned to Xu Minglang.Xu Minglang felt a "thump" in his heart, and instinctively punched that nervous strange face, one punch after another, more than ten times in a row, until Xu Minglang's arms were sore, he moved his fist away from the clown's face Open, or "pull out" to be precise, because the face was smashed out of a hole, but the twisted smile did not change at all, and the whole face slowly bounced back like a memory pillow.

It was like a nightmare from hell, with grotesques that were divorced from reality, presented in front of Xu Minglang's eyes with incomparable clarity.