[Infinite] End Game

It was almost zero o'clock when Tang Yu returned to 1703. Because of the death case, Tang Yu had almost forgotten the strange feeling at that moment when he washed his face, and hurriedly got into bed with his head full of chaotic thoughts.

After Tang Yu tucked his head under his sinking head for a few minutes, familiar footsteps sounded around him, and Chang He walked in after washing.

The two men shared a bed, and there was only one set of quilts, but Chang He didn't compete with him, but Tang Yu shared half of them embarrassedly.

Chang He sleeps like standing in a military posture, but Tang Yu will roll around, and the two bodies will inevitably touch each other. Tang Yu thought it was not so easy for him to fall asleep, but in fact he was leaning on a shoulder After that, he fell asleep in a daze.

This sleep was very sound, and when Tang Yu opened his eyes the next day, he smelled the aroma of food. After walking out with his slippers on, he saw Chang He standing in the kitchen, in the dim light of the morning. Gently stir in the pot with a spoon.

"...Wonton?" Tang Yu asked, sniffling.

"Well," Chang He turned around, but his expression was a little strange. He glanced at Tang Yu, then touched his chin uncomfortably, and whispered, "It's boiled."

"Let me take a look." Tang Yu leaned over and looked into the pot. Sure enough, it was opened a few times, and the bulging little chaos floated in the meat soup that came out, which had a pitiful taste.

"Isn't this delicious?" Tang Yu bent his eyes, took a spoon and poured himself a bowl, sat down at the table and waited for Chang He.

The two quickly finished their breakfast, and then packed up and went out together. Si Nian and Sanhua also had a safe night, but the little girl turned pale with fright at Tang Yu's realistic description when she heard the news of the death on the 14th floor, so she quickly covered her face. Mouth makes sure he doesn't spit out his morning bread.

"Did he really die like that?" Sanhua said anxiously, "But why did he fall to his death? Last night, that thing knocked all night again, isn't it like waiting for me to open the door and then throwing me to death!"

Sanhua felt a chill all over her body, and rubbed her arms vigorously while speaking.

"Probably not." Si Nian thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "I also heard that someone upstairs ran back and forth in the upstairs corridor all night, but think about how it is possible for someone to stay up all night ...Besides, I listened carefully again, and the running sound was really clear, there was no muffled sound passing through the floors, on the contrary, it seemed to be running directly on the ceiling."

It's just that no matter how much he checked, there was nothing unusual, the ceiling was still the ceiling, and the footsteps were still the same.

"I think it's a bit strange," Si Nian said with a serious expression, "The anomalies we encounter are all different, even if it's haunted, it doesn't look like there's only one ghost... So, won't the way we die be different?"

Seeing the two children, who were not even 20 years old, seriously discussing how to die for themselves or those around them early in the morning, Tang Yu sighed softly and concluded: "We can only wait and see. "

Same or different, everything will be clear when the next dead person appears.

Chang He pressed the elevator button, and the two elevator doors opened smoothly, but after entering the car and looking at the small advertisement pasted on the wall, Tang Yu suddenly remembered the black writing he saw before, and couldn't help but feel a move.

"Help me." Tang Yu reached out and touched the brand new paper with ink, "I want to tear them all off."

"Tear it off for what?" Si Nian asked while helping to tear it up. Just as he opened a sheet, he saw a big "Xi" character painted on the lower layer of paper.

Si Nian was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that this was not the character for "Xi", but a part of the character for "Death".

"Damn it!" Sanhua stared, and the movement of tearing the paper was quickened immediately.There is not much space in the box, and the cooperation of four people quickly tore off a layer of small advertisements pasted like wallpaper.

A few minutes later, several people looked at the three wooden walls of the elevator, and were a little speechless for a while.

If you count the wooden boards at the bottom, the walls have been pasted eight or nine layers in total. On each layer of paper, many strings of contemptible phone numbers have been written very hard with a red marker, and all of them have been painted with black paint. Lost.

Except for one piece of black paint with nothing written next to it, every other piece has extremely insulting words such as "bitch", "vixen", "die", and "shameless" written on it, densely packed It really covered the entire three walls, like a pair of eyes that did not hide their malice.

The handwriting is not from the same person, but it can be seen that the person who wrote these words was very excited because the handwriting was trembling.Tang Yu made a careful distinction and found that the number was well covered, and he could barely deduce a few numbers. There were 5040 combinations of the remaining seven numbers, and it was impossible for them to try them one by one.

"Those who wrote these should be people from three positions." Unable to spell out the number, Tang Yu could only knock on the wall, trying to analyze something else: "The person who wrote the number obviously wanted the number to be seen. The one who paints out the number hopes that the number will not be seen and at the same time hates the owner of the number, while the one who uses small advertisements to cover these words is the third position, he does not want these words with obvious abusive meaning to be seen see."

It is still unknown who the people representing these three positions are, but the contradictions revealed should be what they need to look for.

"Let's get out quickly, these words are really uncomfortable." Sanhua raised her hand and hammered her chest vigorously. In order to tear up these small advertisements, their elevator had been stuck on the first floor for a few minutes. Looking at the curse words on the wall like hideous scars, Sanhua, who is also a girl, instinctively felt uncomfortable and depressed.

It was only then that Tang Yu felt that he had been negligent, and immediately led people out of the apartment building. It should be mid-to-late September, and the late summer sun still warmed his body, and a few green onions had been pulled out from the flower bed. Several pits were left.

"Where are we going now?" Sanhua cheered up and asked.

"Go to another place where paint has appeared." Tang Yu thought for a while and said.

"Idealism?" Si Nian still remembered the name of that store.

"Well," Tang Yu nodded, "I think there are still omissions."

The sunshine inside and outside the clothing market has nothing to do with it. No one knows how long the shopping mall, which has been abandoned for a long time, can maintain the water and electricity supply.In order to save electricity, Tang Yu and the others went to the power distribution room to cut off the power before they left yesterday, but when they entered the mall today, they found that the lights inside were all on, and the models were still staring at them dimly in the halo.

It should be Geng Rui and the others who came in.

Tang Yu was not surprised that Geng Rui would lead people to explore here, but after looking back at the eyes of the boy and the girl, he still warned: "Be careful."

It's not just the possible dangers or the ghosts watching in the dark... Perhaps, there are also humans who are also dungeon players who need to be on guard.