Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

In the room, apple-shaped candles are quietly placed on the table, the candles are flickering, and the room is filled with a faint fragrance of candles.

As before, Chu Ling huddled inside the bed, and Lu Weixing slept outside, with their backs facing the door.

I don't know what kind of heating system this small hotel uses. It's so cold outside, but it's warm inside. Chu Ling's nose lingers with a faint fragrance. The eyelids began to fight, and the body was covered with a layer of eiderdown quilt, which made people drowsy from the comfort.

Lu Weixing gently held Chu Ling's waist, and the warm breath passed from him continuously, and his body that had been cold all year round seemed to have a little warmth.

The two just lay on the bed like this, and soon Chu Ling fell into a deep sleep, and her breathing slowed down.

In the middle of the night, Chu Ling, who was sleeping drowsily, suddenly felt a chill, and seemed to hear some rustling sounds.

Chu Ling only felt very sleepy, his head was groggy, and he couldn't get up when he thought about it a little bit. His mind told him to continue sleeping.

"Lingling, wake up, don't sleep." A familiar voice rang in Chu Ling's ear, but he still couldn't get up. Chu Ling turned over, buried her face in the quilt, and wanted to continue sleeping.

"Aling?"

A cold hand was placed on Chu Ling's forehead, which made Chu Ling tremble and tremble, and the goose bumps on her neck rose.

"Gingling, don't sleep."

Chu Ling opened her eyes, and found that Lu Weixing was looking at her worriedly, still a little confused, and asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

As soon as the sound came out, Chu Ling herself was taken aback. How could her throat be so dry?And I was a little out of breath when speaking, as if my throat had been squeezed, and it was difficult to breathe.

Lu Weixing beside him took a deep look at Chu Ling: "You just wanted to suffocate yourself to death.".

"what?!"

Chu Ling's drowsiness was completely wiped out by this sentence, she immediately got up from the bed with her big eyes wide open, and looked at Lu Weixing in horror, her face full of disbelief.

Lu Weixing said with a solemn expression: "I just felt that your breathing rate was not right. When I opened my eyes, I found that you were slowly reducing your breathing. You almost suffocated yourself just now. I couldn't pull it away, so I had to pull You wake up."

Chu Ling immediately touched her neck. The unnatural speaking, the uncomfortable breathing when she woke up, and the shortness of breath just now proved that Lu Weixing's words were true.

Chu Ling's heart trembled, and she spoke with an unnaturally trembling voice: "I... suffocate myself? How could that be? I was clearly sleeping just now...how can people suffocate themselves?"

"This is ridiculous, are you kidding me, smothering yourself is like drowning a fish..."

Lu Weixing stared straight at Chu Ling, his black jade-like eyes flickered in the darkness: "Is there anything strange about you when you sleep?"

Chu Ling thought for a while: "No, no, I feel sleepy and tired. It's a very strange state. I've never felt so sleepy and tired. All I can think about is lying on the bed."

Talking, talking, Chu Ling fell into silence, all this was too weird, he was really frightened, the previous dungeons were nothing compared to this one.

The previous dungeon was safe at night anyway, and the player could sleep with confidence. It was only the first night, and he almost suffocated himself in his dream. If Lu Weixing hadn't woken him up by his side, he said now Might have died in a dream.

It wasn't until this moment that Chu Ling really realized the difference between the test dungeon and the official dungeon, the 30.00% higher death rate.

No wonder some people would rather spend their entire lives in low-level dungeons than A-level dungeons when they knew they only needed to go through ten dungeons to completely escape from the magic mirror and regain their freedom.

Chu Ling touched the pinch mark on her neck, unable to speak, her heart was terrified

Difficult to say: "I know why you said... 30.00% mortality rate,... no wonder..."

Lu Weixing pulled Chu Ling's body, put him in his arms, stroked Chu Ling's back soothingly with one hand, and said in a gentle voice: "Don't be afraid, don't think about it, Chu Ling, you I'm still here, don't worry."

Chu Ling hadn't recovered yet, she leaned straight into Lu Weixing's arms, her heart fluttered, and she didn't speak.

Lu Weixing didn't speak, just comforted Chu Ling, and the two sat quietly on the bed.

After a while, Chu Ling raised her head from Lu Weixing: "I'm much better, I'm sorry, this kind of thing is a little... I need to reorganize my cognition."

Lu Weixing: "Don't be too stressed."

Chu Ling rubbed her temples, and said in a muffled voice, "This is the first day when the copy of A2 came up, and the rest..."

Lu Weixing shook Chu Ling's hand and smiled: "It will be difficult, but I will be with you."

Chu Ling nodded, exhaled lightly, and still had some lingering fears when recalling the scene just now: "What happened just now? I remember that I fell asleep. How could someone suffocate themselves to death while sleeping? Could it be that this dungeon The ghost has the ability to make the player's nightmare suffocate? But I don't feel it at all, it's too strange."

Lu Weixing also frowned when he heard the words: "It's really strange, ghosts shouldn't have this ability, if the ghosts in this dungeon have this ability, then the rating of this dungeon shouldn't be A2, and even the death rate is more than 30.00%. This kind of hard-to-defend ability is at least at the A5 level."

"So this ability should be triggered, not the ability of ghosts, and it should be in this room..."

After speaking, Lu Weixing got out of bed, walked around the room a few times, and started to rummage through boxes and cabinets. Finally, his eyes fell on the scented candle in the shape of a red apple on the table in the middle of the room.

In the dim room, the silvery moonlight poured down from the window, and on the table in the middle of the room was a bright red apple candle, with a weak flame beating and emitting a faint fragrance.

Lu Weixing walked over with his eyes slightly squinted, the closer he got to the table, the stronger the fishy smell hidden in the fragrance, and the bright red candle tears froze on the table, looking like a large piece of dried blood.

He picked it up, took two close breaths, and his mind froze for a moment.

Chu Ling: "Is there really something wrong with this candle?"

Lu Weixing pondered for a moment, then blew out the candle: "One thing, it should be that it makes you unable to breathe in your dreams."

Chu Ling was taken aback. He didn't expect that a small candle could make people commit suicide in their sleep. He thought of the strange fragrance: "Is it that fragrance? I really feel drowsy when I smell that smell. I'm so sleepy, I don't even want to move my mind."

Lu Weixing nodded: "It should be, maybe there are some hallucinogenic spices in it."

Chu Ling blinked, looked at the candle, then at Lu Weixing, and suddenly thought: "We are both in the room, can't we both smell it? Why are you okay?"

Lu Weixing laughed: "I sleep very lightly, and hardly fall into a deep sleep state for a long time."

Chu Ling: "Shouldn't you just throw it away? How dangerous is it to leave it here? Or should we discuss changing rooms with Third Sister?"

Lu Weixing weighed the candle, shook his head and said, "It might be useful to keep it. As for the other rooms, I guess there are definitely some."

"Come back to sleep. We must first preserve our strength. We don't know what will happen tomorrow."

The two returned to the bed again. This time Chu Ling lay upright on the bed, not daring to fall asleep. She was afraid that she would fall asleep and strangle herself to death if she didn't pay attention.

I kill myself, that would be too funny.

"With me here, rest assured and sleep."

Lu Weixing covered Chu Ling's eyes with his hands, and pulled him into his arms.

Chu Ling didn't refuse, but subconsciously half-embraced Lu Weixing's arm, which would make him feel a little more secure.

Nothing happened this time, and the two slept safely until the next morning.

When they went downstairs, they found that eleven other players had already gathered in the lobby, and there were already prepared breakfasts on five tables.

Breakfast is steaming millet porridge and fragrant biscuits, especially the biscuits, which smell a mouth-watering smell of meat from all the way.

Chu Ling walked over and looked at it. There were only thirteen bowls of porridge, and there was no more bowl. There were quite a lot of sesame seed cakes: "It's so delicious, and there are meat fillings in these sesame seed cakes?"

The third sister just lifted the curtain and came in from the outside, holding a basket of sesame seed cakes in her arms, when she heard Chu Ling's words, she laughed: "Of course, this is the third sister's specialty meat sauce sesame seed cakes, you can't eat them outside. "

"Wow, it smells really good, Third Sister is very skilled."

"Yeah, yeah, I've never seen such a fragrant sesame seed cake outside...it's so fragrant."

The third sister put the basket on the table, and greeted: "Eat quickly, this sesame seed cake with meat sauce is delicious only when it is hot."

Upon hearing this, the others lost their restraint, and immediately rushed forward, looking like they were gobbling it up, for fear that they would not be able to grab it if they were too slow.

Lu Weixing took a look, he didn't ask for pancakes, he just took two bowls of hot porridge, and dragged Chu Ling to the table next to him.

Like Chu Ling and the others, there were two other teams who didn't order pancakes. One was the previous family of three, and the other was a team of two men.

Everyone else was crouching in front of the pancake table, crunching the biscuits with meat sauce. The biscuits were baked crispy and delicious, with a mouthful of meat sauce, a strange smell of meat spread in the room.

"It's delicious!"

"Yeah, it's fucking delicious..."

Someone raised his head and asked, "Third Sister, your biscuits taste really good. It's indeed a unique skill."

The third sister smiled, then turned her head to look at the other three teams drinking porridge, and wiped her hands with her apron: "Why don't you eat it? Just drinking porridge is not enough to fill you up, and you won't have enough energy to go out and play later."

Lu Weixing took a sip of porridge and replied with a smile, "I just like porridge, not meat."

The third sister looked at the others, said nothing, turned and left.

The little girl at the opposite table looked at the people eating biscuits, nestled in her mother's arms, her eyes showed a desire for meat: "Mom, the biscuits are so delicious..."

The woman patted her daughter's head: "Duo Duo is good, we can have porridge."