I contracted the bed for the full escape game

Chen Chuci, whose head was shaved by a millimeter, came out of the small room with hair all over the floor, his face was as serious as water, and there was no doubt that if he could, he could draw his sword and raze this dungeon to the ground in a matter of minutes.

Unfortunately not.

Longjing shaved his head before him, and at this moment he had already endured the cold outside for a long time.He suspected that it was because he didn't respond positively when the fat instructor ordered everyone.

When Chen Chuci saw Longjing, he was squatting on the ground and took a thin dead branch to draw on the ground.

After walking in, I realized that what he drew was the floor plan of the campus.

"what are you doing?"

Longjing pointed to a part of it and explained to Chen Chuci: "According to my estimation, if you look at it according to the general rules, the building near our dormitory is the girls' dormitory."

"You mean the corpse covered with a white cloth that we saw when we came over..." Chen Chuci suddenly fell silent in the middle of his words, because the last freshman with a shaved head had already come out, and those who came out with him , and the fat instructor.

The freshmen walked into the dormitory building in a crooked makeshift line.

The turquoise smooth wall paint is greyish, and there are even some cracks at the top and corners, and the years of yellow water have washed away strange vertical marks.

There are actually three doors in the dormitory building, one is in the outermost main staircase, one is in the corridor on each floor, and the last one is the door of each room.

The door of the room is very unique, because the lock is on the outside of the door, which seems to be specially used to prevent students from running out.

There are three locks, and the door is also made of metal, which makes people worry about dangerous situations such as fire and earthquake, and the consequences will be disastrous.

"Boom."

Accompanied by three locked locks, Chen Chuci turned to look at the "roommates" standing in the narrow aisle. Except for Longjing, there were red hair and white hair that he knew, but the others He never saw it.

There are probably old students in it.

There are a total of six beds with uniform inferior bedding on the bed boards, and almost all of them are bunk beds next to the door.

According to preliminary estimates, there should be at least a dozen delinquent teenagers living in this small room of more than [-] square meters.

The aisle is so narrow that it is difficult for a person to turn around when passing.

The teenagers who had been with Chen Chuci in the "Meditation Room" for a long time all looked at him at this moment, revealing a sense of looking forward to him.

The old students sat scattered on the lower bunks, looking like landlords collecting rent.

Their focus was not entirely on Chen Chuci, after all, the oldest person in the room should be Longjing, a high school delinquent.

Everything that threatens the status of a senior should be guarded against.

Two old students who looked the most decadent and most qualified sat on the bunks that should not be theirs, squinting at the freshmen provocatively, as if they were watching a group of helpless lambs being slaughtered.

The old student on the left suddenly spoke.

"Hey, that elementary school student—"

Chen Chuci didn't realize for a moment that he was calling him, until the old student casually threw a ball of bedding at him.

Reflexively, he took half a step away to dodge.

"You! Hey! It's you!" The old man kicked his slippers under the bed next to Chen Chuci, and then ordered in a disgusting big brother's tone, "Primary school chicken!" , Are you very annoying? Go! Bring back the slippers for your father!"

Longjing trembled when he heard this.

To tell the truth, he was standing beside Chen Chuci, and he felt the terrifying murderous aura from the other party almost seamlessly.

However, Chen Chuci did not act first.

He showed a smile that was full of wind and rain, and asked, "Is it the one that was thrown out just now?"

Long Jing watched as Chen Chuci talked and untied the bedding at hand. What bound the bedding was a roll of hemp rope, which was very thick and long.

Chen Chuci shook his shoulders, loosened his bones, and touched the hemp rope thoughtfully.

The atmosphere in the dormitory is very bad, and a fight may break out at any time.

The old student who threw the slippers continued to add fuel to the flames: "I want you to pick it up?! How dare you fucking push me away?! Don't enter this school like I am. It's easy to mess with! Do you fucking know the background of Lao Tzu's family? Ah!"

Chen Chuci still loosened his wrist expressionlessly.

Looking at his posture, Longjing suspected that he would also "twist left and right", maybe add a set of radio gymnastics.

It may be that the old student in the third year of junior high school was irritated by Chen Chuci's attitude, and he was about to stand up cursing and clean up Chen Chuci, a junior.

however--

"Don't you want shoes? Okay."

Chen Chuci finally finished all the warm-up activities. He picked up one end of the hemp rope with his left hand. With his backhand, he made an exquisite wrist shake. The hemp rope as thick as his thumb bent and twisted like a spirit snake, slipping as if alive. To the deepest part of the bed.

"then."

The hemp rope that was twisting wantonly was immediately pulled gently by Chen Chuci. He twisted the end of the rope and pulled it outward.

The slipper flew out of the air, coupled with his special borrowing rope for strength, the blackened dark blue slipper was thrown out, and landed in the arms of the old man on the left.

No doubt, it stinks.

The old and new students looked at Chen Chuci's operation and were speechless for a while, only Hongmao applauded foolishly.

"Crack, crack, crack."

Longjing's head is already hurting, he just wants to sleep peacefully, why is it so difficult?

Chen Chuci was simply a personal sleeping pill. Ever since he met him, Longjing had been trying to figure out ways to sleep, except that he wanted to clean up the scumbag Chen Chuci for his senior sister.

I really feel sleepy just looking at it!

The old man was stunned for a while holding his slippers in his mouth, and immediately became furious.

He lowered his voice and shouted: "Don't be shameless!"

"Give me a copy of the guy and clean up this big or small stinky boy!"

The old man raised his arms, he dropped his slippers in anger, and was the first to rush to Chen Chuci barefoot.

The icy ground stimulated his nerves all the time, and the tyrannical nature that was suppressed on weekdays seemed to be rushed out at this moment, hitting his fragile rational nerves.

And the freshmen who were just beaten and intimidated by the instructor were also infected by this atmosphere. How do they know the rules?

The image of the terrifying big brother that Chen Chuci showed in the "Meditation Room" has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, not to mention that he has shown such a skill that is simply inhuman - as long as Chen Chuci speaks, they will probably be able to rush to grab him with enthusiasm. Go to the front and be a pawn.

However, Chen Chuci did not make a sound.

He just licked his chapped lips. In the nearly [-] hours since he left home, he really didn't drink a drop of water.

Not to mention eating.

Longjing looked down at Chen Chuci's right hand, which was swollen like a steamed bun, and at the thick hemp rope he was holding with his petite left hand, and couldn't help frowning.

The hemp rope made a crackling sound in the air, and the old students were like a pack of wolves, watching over Chen Chuci, and attacking him if there was any slight flaw.

Chen Chuci's forehead was sweating profusely, and his breathing gradually became disordered. However, there were so many old students, and relying on their "familiarity with the terrain", they brazenly used all the insidious tricks they could think of to deal with Chen Chuci.

The newcomers who are still junior high school students are a little overwhelmed.

Longjing suddenly let out a long sigh.

In fact, from the first time Chen Chuci chose to stuff the rest of the evaluation sheets to himself in the first game, he had already begun to wonder if it was him who made the senior sister become like that.

Chen Chuci didn't seem like someone who would play with other people's feelings, and then physically persecute them and control them with psychological threats.

Who is that?

Of course, Longjing would not completely overthrow Chen Chuci's thoughts just because of Chen Chuci's performance a few times.

Half a year ago, he had personally witnessed Chen Chuci entering the senior sister's room, but after Chen Chuci left, Longjing only saw a dark red all over the place when he entered the door.

He handed in all the information he knew, and waited for the result, giving him time.But when he came back, the result was "insufficient evidence, acquitted".

God knows, at that time Longjing was so short that he raised his knife and went to talk about life with Chen Chuci.

But he secretly saw Chen Chuci leaving, showing a conspiratorial smile when he went out, and at the corner, he got into an explosion-proof car.

The moment the car door closed, Longjing heard: "The last target disappears, we win, the game is over."

After finishing the memory, Longjing opened his eyes.

His gaze calmly looked at the mop handle in the corner of the room. It was made of bamboo, dark yellow, and showed signs of cracking.

almost.

There were six old students on the opposite side, and each of them was about the age of the second and third year of junior high school. Chen Chuci, a primary school student, had been banned from props and his skills were weakened, so he really couldn't hit six with one.

However, the space in the dormitory is too small, and there is no chance for everyone to sleep together.

This was also what Chen Chuci was worried about.

He uses hemp rope, which is not very easy to control and easily injures teammates by mistake.

What's more--seeing the light hands and feet of the old students on the other side, they probably provoked the instructors or something, and they will feel better.

Longjing stood up silently.

Hongmao looked at him with the eyes of Taoyuan of the Three Kingdoms, but Longjing turned back without hesitation in his eyes, pushed everyone away, walked to the farthest corner, and looked at the ordinary mop handle.

Disappointment enveloped the hearts of the freshmen.

Longjing grabbed the handle of the mop, threw it on the ground, stepped on it, and the bamboo made a sound of being overwhelmed.

The old student who noticed this place was startled, and he hurriedly shouted in a panic—"Don't!"

But it is absolutely impossible for Longjing to ignore him.

I saw him step down a few times, and the handle of the mop was broken into several petals, large and small.

Longjing leaned over and picked out a piece that was the right size. He weighed it in his hand to get used to it, and finally turned around.

"You don't fight anymore."

"If you fight like this...you won't die."

Red hair: "???"

Chen Chuci: "..."

Longjing slowly picked up the remaining pieces of bamboo on the ground, then climbed onto the upper bunk next to him, and moved to a position where Chen Chuci needed a lot of effort to guard against a dead corner.

Then, lay down.

The sword is in the hand, and the sword moves with the heart.

Although there is no sword, the ordinary bamboo swords used in the Children's Palace don't seem to be a big problem.

Not a big fart!

Chen Chuci felt something flying through the gap between his ropes. He frowned and saw that it turned out to be small pieces of broken bamboo.

"teammate?"

He was panting, and heard the sound of Longjing Sleepy yawning above his head.

"My coach taught me the first move of the Children's Palace Killing Wife swordsmanship, Flying Sword."

Old students: "???"

What kind of mysterious organization is the Children's Palace?

What kind of rubbish book for lonely life is the sword technique of killing a wife? !

Long Jing lay on the bed and yawned, then called out again: "Chen Chuci, take it easy and let me jump down."

Chen Chuci frowned.

He actually didn't really believe in this kid's fighting power... But Longjing jumped off the bed the moment he was distracted, and stepped on someone's body.

"The second style of the Children's Palace Killing Wife swordsmanship, random stewing."

Longjing read the name of this strange move seriously, and his foot was unsteady back and forth in the narrow aisle, causing personal damage.

From time to time, he would say: "My coach has taught me that the sword in my hand must be held for justice, and the emotion in my heart must be moved for the truth... Do not forget the original intention, and you will always... In the end..."

Bai Mao, who had been watching the battle coldly, was stunned by Longjing Nian, who cursed abruptly: "Are you a snake spirit?!"

Hongmao turned around and glared at him: "He is protecting us anyway, how can you say that?!"

"Hmph." The white hair chose to use its nostrils to answer the red hair's question.

The two of them fought.

Although it was the end of the battle, Chen Chuci still wanted to laugh.

This kid is really interesting, even a good horror game can be played like this... He is indeed a rare talent.

The night is still long.

The game has just begun.

The author has something to say: [Red Hair: Coach!I want to learn this!

Coach: No, you don't want to. 】

[Longjing: My coach said...

Coach: I am not!I don't!Don't talk nonsense! 】