Every time I play a real game, I want to kick the old attack

Coning never forgot what he was going to do in this game. He didn't come to play an escape game, but to make that man named Si Kouyang miserable and regretful!

Because he had a premonition that this was a rich and bloody drama, he thought that the parties involved should not be unknown people, so he checked it on his mobile phone. He didn't expect that there would be a lot of gossip news about his identity and Si Kouyang's divorce.

It turned out that Si Kouyang was quite a man of the hour. According to the news, he was shrewd and capable, and he was the newest helm of the Si family.Ko Ning's own identity is even more extraordinary. He is the only heir of the Ke Group with much more assets than the Si family. Ru Xue, his status as the heir of the Ke family has to be questioned.And because of his identity problem, Si Kouyang, a mercenary guy, suddenly turned his face and refused to recognize anyone, and directly announced that he and Ko Ning were retiring.

Of course, in addition to watching Si Kou Yang and his gossip, Si Kou Yang's company address and position are also clearly remembered, and he is ready to check the water meter for him at any time.

But if Si Kouyang would go to the office, it should be during normal working hours.There are still six or seven hours before dawn, and he has to go through this difficult time.What needs to be noticed is that it will be twelve o'clock in the morning, this meaningful time, for the haunted world, there must be a big change! !

The prerequisite for living to do all this must be that he can survive safely.

Coning anxiously walked back and forth a few times, inspected all the items and skills on his body, and made a decision.

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In a dark and deserted office building beside the road, a little orange light suddenly lit up in the bathroom on the first floor.

The bean-sized flame on the scented candle is as invisible as a firefly.

Standing in this space, the place beyond the light range of less than one meter is darker than when no candle is lit.

When the mirror in the bathroom was illuminated by the light, it looked as deep as an abyss.

This ray of light does not seem to bring hope, but rather like a bait dedicated to certain dark creatures.

It's 5 minutes to twelve o'clock in the morning.Because Coning randomly found an unoccupied office building and broke the glass to enter, it took a little time to find a toilet with a mirror.

Coning carefully put the candle away, took out a knife and lightly cut his finger, took a deep breath, and pressed it on the mirror.

The young man in the mirror had wet hair clinging to his scalp, his face was as white as paper, and his lips were blue because of the cold.

After pressing his finger on the edge of the mirror at the same time as his own in the mirror, leaving a smear of blood, Ko Ning noticed sensitively that his expression in the mirror had changed.

The little fear of the unknown that remained between the brows and eyes turned into full of interest and excitement.

That kind of evil color caused a qualitative change in Ko Ning's originally clear and harmless appearance.

Without the cover of glasses, the slender eyebrows and raised eyes are completely exposed. When they are raised high like now, they are cold and unapproachable.

Coning never thought that as long as he changed his demeanor, he would look like a completely different person.

The other party bent down and got closer and closer to the mirror, as if the mirror would break out of it in the next second.

In order to avoid surprises, Coning immediately stated his intentions.

"Shall we make a deal?"

The self in the mirror suddenly stopped, maintaining this swooping posture of breaking out of the mirror at any time, showing a sinister smile.

"Isn't our deal complete? You're in default."

Corning immediately denied it.

"I did not breach the contract. I did commit suicide. It is your problem that I did not get my life, not mine."

"Is it my own problem..."

The man in the mirror repeated Coning's words playfully, then suddenly stretched out his hand, and firmly grabbed the finger that Coning was pressing on the mirror.

"Then... can I take it now?"

"Wait! I still haven't finished talking!" Coning struggled as hard as he could. "You haven't finished what I asked, what if you go back on your word?! Isn't my life given to you for nothing?"

The man in the mirror smiled evilly.

"Revenge on those who abandoned you. Hehe, how could I lie to you about such a trivial matter?"

"Anyway, what you say is not what you see. I have to see with my own eyes that you really took revenge on them, so that I can be willing to give up my life!" Anyway, I have completed the task and you can play as you like.

Conning thought.

"Why do you ask me...you who have nothing." The man in the mirror giggled twice, and then looked at Coning a few more times. "But judging from now, at least you are not so cowardly and useless, and your soul should be more delicious."

"If I don't obediently let you kill me, won't it be troublesome if you want to kill me? I... we can make a bet. If I win, you have to pay first to take my life away." Coning When I said this, my heart was empty.

He really didn't know if his skills could work on non-human beings.

"Why should I bet with you?" The man in the mirror was exerting force little by little, and Coning felt that he couldn't resist that force at all, and the whole person was unconsciously sucking into the mirror.

With sharp eyes, he discovered that his fingertips had poked into the mirror.

"Because you're boring! You agreed to this kind of summoning game, isn't it because you have a bad taste in playing with humans?!" Corning screamed.

The strength of Coning's fingertips suddenly disappeared, and he couldn't hold back, and sat down on the ground.

"Hee hee hee..." The man in the mirror lay on the mirror and looked at Coning, his whole body trembling with laughter. "Exactly. I like interesting people."

"Then, let's play the game of sex, which is very simple and fast. If you win, you can take my life immediately. If you lose, you have to let me live to see the person who hurt me Everyone needs to be retaliated!!" Coning quickly talked about the game he had imagined, and the clothes that had already dried were drenched in cold sweat again.

"Hee hee, you want to play a game with ghosts?" The smiling man in the mirror narrowed his eyes. "Okay, okay, let's compare this. Don't go back on your word..."

Coning took a deep breath, clenched his fists and said.

"I have a small knife here. I take it and spin it around. Let's guess which of us the knife will be biased towards. Before spinning, we have to say the answer."

After Coning said this, he quickly said again.

"Since I'm here, I'll let you give the answer first."

The eyeballs of the person in the mirror rolled slightly, and then his smile deepened.

"I choose you."

"Then I choose you."

Coning nodded absently.He picked up the knife and turned it around quickly.

The pocket knife spun quickly on the smooth tiled floor, the man in the mirror and Coning both looked at the knife on the ground.

Of course, the emotions of the two people at the moment are completely different.

The man in the mirror raised one hand, looking at the knife as if admiring some interesting gadget.

On the other hand, Coning clenched his fists tightly, and dared not make a mistake with his nervous eyes.

In the end, the rotation speed of the knife became slower and slower, and the tip of the knife slowly rubbed across the ground, pointing in one direction.

The sharp point of the knife pointed at himself! !

The cold sweat on Coning's back that had been suspended due to extreme nervousness burst out.

It's over...that skill is useless.

Coning secretly used the last [Innocence] skill on the opponent just now when the mirror was selected.The description of this skill is that after using it, it can make people's IQ drop and make stupid decisions about the next choice.

Then, he chose the answer opposite to the mirror.

I don't know which link went wrong, maybe the skill didn't take effect, or maybe the mirror cheated after the skill expired.

Anyway, he lost...

Or dig a hole and bury yourself.

Coning sat on the ground in a daze, not knowing what to say.

Unexpectedly, the person in the mirror laughed happily, and didn't intend to attack.

Coning looked at the mirror in confusion.

"I have never said that I am a person who keeps promises. But I like interesting people... Hee hee, I will let you this time." The man in the mirror pressed his hands on the mirror, and his face was very close to the mirror. .Then, a bright red tongue protruded from his mouth, pressed it against the glass, and slowly wiped away the drop of blood that Coning left on the mirror.

"Let's just collect some interest first...hehehe..."

In the end, the figure in the mirror slowly disappeared into the darkness.

Coning glanced at the phone in a daze, and found that it was exactly twelve o'clock.

... Does this count as the other party's promise that he will let himself live until he finishes taking revenge on his enemy?Will the other party help him resist the harassment of other ghosts? !

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Coning's pants fell off again inexplicably.

yawn!

Coning sneezed coldly, quickly pulled up his pants, and ran to other floors of the office building trembling.

Fortunately, Corning quickly found some coats and lunch break folding beds left by daytime workers in an office.

He changed his clothes and lay down on the folding bed wrapped in a small quilt.

In the empty office, there was a little light from the street lights outside the window, and the dark computer screens and empty seats were lined up in front of the eyes. The atmosphere was really strange.But Coning couldn't take care of that much anymore...

Regardless of whether there are other ghosts here, at least the ghost in the mirror will not come to harm him for the time being, he needs to cultivate his spirit first.

……

Soon the sound of even breathing resounded in the empty office.

Coning, who was sleeping soundly, didn't notice that at the workstation next to the folding bed that he wrapped himself tightly, the swivel chair turned around gently, and the empty seat faced his direction and stopped motionless. up.

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