Penitent hand, trembling slightly

Shen Maomao smiled awkwardly: "This is not very convenient, is it Miss Lou?"

Lou Jingmo also smiled: "What's the inconvenience?"

This malicious smile finally aroused all the sense of disobedience in Shen Maomao's heart.

This is not Lou Jingmo.

Her mind was sending her that message clearly.

So what's the situation now?Where is she?Where is Lou Jingmo?Is the one lying in the quilt a real golden retriever again?

Her mind was blank, her eyes sneaked towards the door, secretly thinking about the possibility of running out.

"Did you forget?" she heard herself say, "I can't count at all."

"Lou Jingmo": "..."

On the other bed, the golden retriever sat upright. His little red fur was like a flame that opened its teeth and claws. As long as it got close, it would be burned by the flame.

He rubbed his eyes and looked at Shen Maomao sleepily: "Sister Rabbit, what time is it?"

The last "ah" actually generated countless echoes, echoing in her mind round and round.At the same time, "Lou Jingmo" also spoke, and two very familiar voices repeated one after the other——

"what time is it?"

"what time is it?"

It sounded like a magic voice piercing through one's ears, and it also sounded like Elder Tang's "Only You", more like she sang "Little Leaping Frog"—in short, it was the kind of voice that made people want to grab the ground with their heads.

The Golden Retriever was like a robot whose joints were not flexible enough, and walked to the door with a stiff body, guarding the door to prevent her from leaving. On the other side, Lou Jingmo pressed on step by step until she leaned against the table and could no longer take half a step back.

This thing with Lou Jingmo's face kept asking her "What time is it?" Four Arabic numerals are strangely reflected in the eyes, 09 in the left eye and 27 in the right eye, as if in Entice her to say the four numbers.

Shen Maomao trembled all over, his eyes lost for a while, but he quickly shook his head and closed his eyes, pushed her away hard with his hands, then turned his head and climbed onto the table, opened the window and climbed out.

A cold hand grabbed her ankle from behind, Shen Maomao turned around and kicked back, Yu Guangzhong found that the golden retriever at the door was also walking straight towards the window, and couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

She summoned her prop backpack, but found that the backpack seemed to be sealed, and there was no response.

"What kind of counterfeit and shoddy backpack do I rely on!!!" Why doesn't it work at this time? !

Seeing that the golden retriever was about to arrive on the battlefield, she said sorry in her heart, raised one foot and kicked Sister Lou's face hard, and then desperately stomped the other hand that grabbed her wrist.

After stomping three times in a row, the monster wailed, and finally let go of his hand because of the pain. Shen Maomao hurriedly moved the remaining half of his body out of the window, and was about to step on the air conditioner box to see if he could run to the next window sill .

The two things in the window were squeezed against the window, trying to grab her with their teeth and claws. Shen Maomao carefully moved aside, staring at the air conditioner intently, weighing whether the thing could support her weight.

If the props could be used...she would have landed safely by now! !

Thinking of this, Shen Maomao tentatively raised her foot, and was just about to step up the stage, who would have thought that a big grimace suddenly appeared under the air conditioner case, which made her scream out of fright, and her foot slipped directly. It fell sideways.

Hold the grass! !

A strong sense of falling came, Shen Maomao's face turned pale, and his hands grasped the air indiscriminately.

Could it be that she was about to fall to her death here? !

Before she could utter any last words, a pain came from behind her. Her eyes blurred and she saw the ceiling in their room which was higher than normal.

Shen Maomao: "??"

She sat up in a jerk, and the golden retriever on the bed next door sat up with her: "Is there an earthquake?!"

Shen Maomao was sitting on the floor beside the bed, with the words "Muang" written on the left face and "forced" written on the right face.

So she just had a nightmare?

Lou Jingmo sat up from the corner of the bed, sneezed a little, gritted his teeth and said, "Shen Maomao, are you practicing martial arts when you sleep in the middle of the night?"

Shen Maomao got up, rushed to the table and opened the curtains, and what he saw was the gloomy sky, the twisted water stains on the glass, and those small puddles on the ground that looked like eyes.

She quickly picked up her phone again and turned on the screen. The time displayed on it was 22:27, which was only 5 minutes away from [-]:[-].

The golden retriever rubbed his eyes sleepily, and blurted out a word: "What time is it?!"

Shen Maomao's heart rate went straight to 180: "Fuck it?!"

In the next second, she saw Lou Jingmo stretching out his arms and slapping Jin Mao's head with a slap: "Stop asking what time it is!"

The golden retriever hugged his head, lost all sleepiness for a moment, and said aggrievedly: "I slept stupidly, why is it so dark? Is it cloudy?"

Shen Maomao clenched his phone tightly, opened his space backpack with his mind, and found a bunch of tasteless props in it.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and threw herself into Lou Jingmo's arms crying.

Lou Jingmo was stunned by the sudden bump into the warm body.

She let Shen Maomao pinch her waist, and patted her back lightly: "What's wrong?"

Shen Maomao howled: "I had a scary dream qwq! I thought I was going to die!"

And I almost thought it was a dream within a serial dream, and I still wanted to complain about the plot of some hellish national standard horror movie.

Lou Jingmo smoothed her hair with his hands, and said, "Did a dream scare you like this? Shame."

The golden retriever saw something sharply, and suddenly said: "Sister Rabbit, did someone grab your ankle when you were dreaming?"

Shen Maomao immediately restrained his expression, looked at him sharply, and questioned how he knew with his eyes.

The golden retriever pointed to her left ankle.

The two women looked down together, and immediately saw the five black and blue fingerprints on Shen Maomao's ankle.

Shen Maomao said belatedly: "Damn it, it's not a dream?"

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jin Mao with resentment on her face again: "You didn't tell me that I still don't hurt, but now I'm in so much pain!"

Golden Retriever: "..." Blame me?

Lou Jingmo frowned slightly and said, "Wait."

After talking about opening his backpack and taking something, he was about to go out.

Shen Maomao Erkang handed: "Wait a minute, Sister Lou! Why are you going?!"

Lou Jingmo glanced back at her: "Stay honest."

Shen Maomao didn't dare to say anything.The two little ones curled up on their respective beds, you looked at me, I looked at you, neither of them knew what to do next.

After about ten minutes, Lou Jingmo opened the door with a steaming small basin.

Shen Maomao: "??"

She put the basin on the table, then took out a white towel from it, twisted it loosely, then knelt on one knee beside Shen Maomao's bed, reached out and grabbed her injured ankle, and directly put the warm The towel was pasted up.

"Hiss—" Shen Maomao shivered from the heat, and shrank his toes uncomfortably.

Lou Jingmo's expression was very focused, and his movements were gentle as if he was holding some peerless treasure.

And... this pose is so fucking like a marriage proposal! ! !

Shen Maomao's head is full of chicken cries now——

I do! !I can! !I'm ready! !

Then a huge pain came from her leg, Lou Jingmo pressed her wound hard, smiled and said to her: "Wipe your saliva."

Shen Maomao's face was grim because of the pain, and he turned Lou Jingmo over and over in his heart and scolded——

Old dog!I can not!I do not want to!

There is absolutely no more than 2 minutes between when I can and when I can't.

……

Today is the third day, and three players are missing, all of them are female, which made Shen Maomao feel a little panicked involuntarily.

As for Lou Jingmo - your sister Lou never panics.

The water on the third floor was still red. They didn't rush down to the second floor. Instead, they knocked on the doors of the four players who went downstairs together yesterday, asking if they wanted to go downstairs to wash up together.

The room of Tang and Song with a mustache and Van Gogh with a square face is 304 next to the bathroom. The big and tall Miki and his roommate are in 302 opposite to Sister Hong. The only boy in the team, Golden Retriever, took over the task, first knocking on 304, then knocking on 302 , found that everyone inexplicably overslept.

A group of people took the toothbrush, facial cleanser and towel, and went downstairs in a mighty manner.

In the elevator, they briefly explained what happened yesterday, and it turned out that only Shen Maomao had such a chain dream.

A few people lined up to see the bruise on Shen Maomao's calf. Tang Song concluded: "It seems that everyone should pay attention to what they say in their dreams. It's best not to talk when they don't talk."

Shen Maomao said helplessly: "It's useless, don't I just pretend to be my teammate? You can't even communicate with your teammates, can you?"

The seven people walked out of the elevator one after another, and Miki said as he walked, "Then you can only rely on intuition to distinguish between true and false? You and Xiaotu are acquaintances, so you can detect something is wrong. We are all a temporary team. It is difficult for you so."

Shen Maomao thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I don't know if this is a common situation—I can't open the item bar in my dream."

Mustache said: "Okay, then let's open the props first if we are indecisive."

While talking, the group of people had already reached the door of the bathroom. Tang Song, who was at the front, opened the door, and a red, bloody thing fell from the sky, aiming at his face and smashing it straight down.

"Fuck!" Tang Song reacted quickly, turning sideways to give up his position.

With a "click", a long strip of things fell to the floor, splashing some bright red water stains around.

Shen Maomao's face turned pale, and he also took several steps back, turning his head away from that thing.

Van Gogh stepped forward and grabbed the thing with bare hands without changing his face, looked at it over and over again, put his red-stained finger next to his nose and smelled it, and came to the conclusion: "It's a The man's right arm was cut from the shoulder and wrist, the incisions are straight, and the cut surface of the bone is also very smooth, the person who cut this arm must be very strong."