Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

It was getting late, and the two went back to their rooms to wash up.

Lu Weixing took a towel and helped Chu Ling wipe her hair. Chu Ling half-closed her eyes: "I always feel a little strange, and their words are too perfunctory."

Lu Weixing said, "Then tonight I..."

Chu Ling opened her eyes and said, "I want to go with you."

Lu Weixing looked down at Chu Ling, Chu Ling looked back, and the two smiled at each other, knowing that the other had the same thought in their mind, that is, like Guan Ke and the others, to visit the third sister's room at night.

Anyway, they are all on the third floor, which is also convenient.

Late at night.

"pat, pat"

There was a sound outside the house, as if something was rubbing against the boards and being dragged past.

The two of them tiptoed to the door together. Chu Ling pushed open a corner of the door. Through the gap, a large piece of blood appeared in the corridor on the ground, extending all the way to the west corridor.

At the end of the west corridor is the third sister's room.

The two secretly closed the door and slipped out. The corridor on the third floor was pitch black, and there seemed to be a layer of black fog lingering, only the room on the west was still lit.

Chu Ling blinked, feeling that her vision was a bit dark.

Lu Weixing held onto Chu Ling's shoulder, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Chu Ling shook her head: "Nothing, continue."

As soon as the two got closer, Chu Ling smelled a strange smell, which was very pungent.

How should I put it, this is an indescribable smell. If you want to say smelly, it is not just a simple smell. It mainly has a very serious bloody smell, which is so thick that it makes people sick.

Chu Ling frowned slightly, crouched halfway under the window, pinched her nose, and made a sound from her nasal cavity: "What kind of smell is this, it's so strange."

There was also a scent that followed, and there was a familiar light scent in the stench, which was exactly the same as the scented candles used in their room.

Lu Weixing also frowned, the aroma and smell mixed together, making it even more disgusting.

There was a strange sound of chopping vegetables in the room. Chu Ling estimated that the third sister should prepare soup for this meeting, because the sound sounded like chopping a bone, one knife after another, chopping very rhythmically.

Lu Weixing made a gesture, and the two stood up slowly, only to see that the room was more than twice as large as theirs, and it was obviously formed by connecting the two houses.

On the east side is the bed, on the west side is an earthen stove, and on both sides are two wooden carved multi-treasure shelves, on which are full of red apple candles.

Like them, there were no lights in the room, and the lighting was all based on the candle. Hundreds of red apple candles were lit together. To be honest, it looked a bit weird and spectacular.

The third sister was wearing a red dress, with her back turned to them. She was processing something in front of the stove, holding a large kitchen knife that looked old at first glance, and several large bones were placed on the stove.

I don't know if it was Chu Ling's illusion, but judging from the length and shape of those bones, no matter how they looked, they looked like cut femur bones, but they were still human.

She took another large piece of fresh meat from the side, and she lifted the knife very neatly, and the meat was flying all over the place.

After cutting all the meat pieces into minced meat, pour them all into the basin and start to add seasoning and mix the meat stuffing.

The processed minced meat is left to stand on the stove.

After washing her hands, the third sister took out a small black wooden box of the same size from the side of the stove. After opening the box, she took out a pair of iron plows and a wooden donkey, both of which were only four or five inches in size, less than the size of the third sister. The size of a palm.

The third sister put them in front of the stove, drank a bowl of water, and sprayed them on the wooden donkey. In the blink of an eye, the wooden donkey came to life. The paddy field in front of the plowing stove.

The third sister followed behind to sow seeds, and the little donkey plowed back and forth four times before giving up.

Within a short while, the seeds germinated, and the third sister blew again, and they turned into wheat seedlings. The wheat seedlings grew bigger and bigger, and they bloomed and matured in no time, turning from a piece of green into a golden wheat field.

The third sister picked up a small sickle to cut the wheat, husked it, and got a big pot of buckwheat.

According to the third sister's skillful movements, Chu Ling felt that she had done this at least a hundred times.

The third sister turned around and bent down, and took out a set of matching small stone mills from the box, put the tools on the stove, and poured all the processed wheat into the stone mill.

The little donkey put on the rope, and the third sister nodded the little donkey's head, and the little donkey began to grind the mill obediently. When all the buckwheat was ground into flour, the little donkey also kicked its legs and died of exhaustion.

The third sister seemed to think it was very funny, covered her mouth and laughed lightly, picked up the donkey and threw it on the ground.

An unexpected thing happened. Unexpectedly, the donkey gradually turned into a naked person. Chu Ling took a closer look and found that it was the missing man in the team.

The third sister picked up the broken hair around her ears, and dragged the dead body to the stove for disposal. She first took a basin and started bleeding. After the blood was drained, she dug out the heart, liver, spleen, lungs and kidneys and put them aside.

Then all the bones were removed, and the remaining meat was pushed into the cauldron, and the fire was started.

The third sister was stirring with a spatula, while pouring in the blood that had been placed before. Seeing the stirring posture of the third sister, Chu Ling suddenly understood where the red apple candle in their room came from.

As expected, the next second, the third sister poured the boiled red fat into apple molds, and put them in the corner to dry for later use.

After finishing all this, the third sister walked to the stove and started to deal with the remaining heart, liver, spleen, lung and kidney. This time, she took a smaller kitchen knife and sliced ​​the things neatly on the plate.

The third sister Xianxian pinched the bloody heart, liver and lung slices with her hands, and her bright red lips opened and closed, chewing carefully, with a satisfied expression on her face.

After eating, the third sister sat by the stove and began to make sesame seed cakes, with the flickering candles behind her, against the beautiful face of the third sister, it was like a warm picture scroll.

But behind this picture scroll is a chilling pile of bones.

The two of them had seen enough, so they smeared again and prepared to go back to the room.

But halfway through, Chu Ling's expression changed, the room disappeared, and they couldn't find their own room...

The third floor is a circular corridor with almost eighteen rooms, and now Chu Ling feels that she has seen at least 24 doors, but no, there are no doors for them, and there is no 303.

The black mist in the corridor seems to be much thicker than before. The winding corridor extends into the darkness, with no end in sight and no idea where the end will be.

Chu Ling took a deep breath, and whispered behind him: "Wei Xing, what should we do...the room is gone..."

However, there is no answer.

Chu Ling shouted again.

Still no answer.

Chu Ling's heart skipped a beat, an inexplicable fear flooded his whole heart, and a bad guess arose in his heart.

"Dangerous?"

"Dangerous, stop making trouble..."

"Lu Weixing..."

No, still no.

Only Chu Ling's low voice was left in the corridor.

Chu Ling bit her lip, and turned her head abruptly. There was darkness behind her. How could there be any shadow of Lu Weixing?

At the same time, the strange rubbing sound sounded again, a bit vague for a while, and seemed to stick to his ear the next second.

Chu Ling's heart sank in an instant, and drops of cold sweat began to ooze from his forehead. All this was too weird. He would rather see some kind of zombie than the darkness now. Darkness represents the unknown, and the unknown is the most terrifying.

His neatly manicured nails left bloodstains on his palms, but he didn't seem to feel the pain. Chu Ling was trying to use this method to stay awake, and he must be awake.

The darkness swallowed his courage like a big mouth.

"I can, I can do it alone, I can do it."

Chu Ling silently read the two sides, and began to count the doors on both sides of the corridor, the first time, fifteen rooms, the second time, twenty rooms, the third time, ten rooms... the tenth time... ..he gets different numbers every time.

And Chu Ling failed to walk to the end of the corridor, and even the stairs to go downstairs disappeared. The corridor on the third floor seemed to be a circle, and Chu Ling was trapped in this circle forever.

In addition to fear, there is also physical exhaustion. He no longer knows how many laps he has walked. It may be No.15 laps, or No.20 five laps. The combination of fear and exhaustion is eating away at him bit by bit. heart.

round... round... round... and round...

This corridor seemed to never reach the end, Chu Ling was about to be overwhelmed by fear, he felt that he was not far from collapse.

Chu Ling started banging on the door frantically, crying, he doesn't want to look for 303 now, any room is fine, as long as it can be opened.

"Open the door, open the door! Open the door..."

"Open the door..."

Chu Ling's hands turned red, and the door stood still. For the first time, he felt that the quality of the dungeon was so good. If there were such a good quality door in reality, it would have been released earlier.

"Open the door..."

What about the other players on the third floor?Did they not hear a sound?Why not come out?

"Open the door for me..."

Chu Ling hammered on the door with a weak voice. After all, he only ate some snacks for the past two days. After running for so long just now, his mouth was dry and his chest was hungry. He had no energy left.

"Open the door..."

"Swish"

The door in front of him suddenly opened, and Chu Ling lost his balance and fell to the ground. He lay on the ground and straightened his upper body, looking at the scene inside the door with astonishment.

The third sister in a red dress was stirring the meat in the cauldron, steam was bubbling in the cauldron, and a human head was placed in the middle of the stove.

The head had deep brows and eyes, and a stern expression.

It's Lu Weixing...

"No...not really..."

Chu Ling's face was pale and pale, and she was so frightened that she retreated to the wall of the corridor, huddled in the corner, not daring to look at the scene in the room, and buried her face tightly in her arms.

"Fake...all fake..."

Chu Ling held her head in pain, her whole body was trembling and she couldn't finish her words, she just repeated it numbly over and over again.

"Chu Ling."

"Shuh-huh--"

All the doors in the corridor opened in an instant, and all the scenes in the room were exactly the same, it was Lu Weixing's head.

Those heads were all looking at Chu Ling, the corners of their mouths were cracked almost behind their ears, and they giggled with a terrifying smile on their faces.

"Chu Ling..."

"Chu Ling, heck...Chu Ling..."