Abducted an npc in the game

A chaos ended when the remote control was crushed.

There was a "click", crisp but desperate.

Looking at the familiar numbers marked on it, No. 20's face instantly turned pale. He collapsed and knelt on the ground, looking at the broken wreckage on the ground.

"Ah... so it's not mine, I thought it was mine."

"Wrong, wrong."

"It's okay, it's okay, everyone go away."

Seeing the cracked 20 on the remote control, the others shouted hypocritically and retreated while greeting each other.

There are also many people who are secretly relieved, because any of them may be the victim corresponding to No. 20.

Now the remote control of No. 20 is broken, which means that he cannot escape the bomb in the next game, and one of the remaining 29 people is temporarily safe.

There was a trace of mockery in Lin Qiu's indifferent eyes. The goal of those people was not to grab the remote control at all.

10 minutes ended in such a farce. The others straightened their messy clothes and sat on the chairs in a well-dressed manner.

Lin Qiu's eyes moved, and he turned his head to look at Qi Zhuang beside him.

Qi Zhuang is wearing a mid-length black suit today, with the neckline tightly buttoned to the top, his straight suit pants wrapping his long legs, and a pair of elegant black leather shoes that are spotless.

Coupled with his expressionless and handsome face, I really want to take off his clothes and tear off his ascetic and noble shell.

Lin Qiu licked his lips, his eyes became even hotter.

Qi Zhuang looked a little uncomfortable, maybe he understood why Lin Qiu had such eyes, so he quietly stood upright, even raised his chin by two points.

Lin Qiu chuckled. He loosened his neckline. He was wearing a burgundy suit that was sloppy. He unbuttoned two buttons of his shirt without a tie, revealing half of his sunken collarbone and fair neck.

Qi Zhuang squinted his eyes twice, and immediately took it back a second before he was discovered again, with a serious expression on his face.

With a "wow", the bright red curtain opened, and the beauty on the stage was no longer a fiery red fluffy skirt, but a white gauze skirt that was close-fitting.

She is still beautiful and slim, but she has changed from a hot beauty to an ethereal fairy.

"Everyone, please sit back in your seats."

Only Lin Qiu and the others are still standing.

Hearing the beauty's words, the others all sat back, only Lin Qiu stopped moving after taking a step.

He stood out of the crowd, staring at the people on the stage persistently.

The atmosphere quieted down, and after a while, the pleasant voice sounded.

"Please sit back in your seat."

The woman's beautiful black eyes finally turned to Lin Qiu.

At that moment, I don't know what kind of psychology it is, maybe like a rebellious child, he always wants that woman to look at him.

But when I saw it, my heart sank instead, I didn't know whether it was relaxed or heavy.

Because the woman's pupils are black, not the amber color he is familiar with.

That's right, even if he didn't have that much love, he shouldn't have no affection at all. How could his father really set up an identical person in the game?

The one in front of him is just a npc that looks like that.

He sat back in his seat, not caring as much as before, but looking at that beautiful face, he couldn't be completely indifferent.

The woman gave a satisfied smile.

She raised her hand and was about to clap when someone shouted.

"May I change a handkerchief?"

The handkerchief in his hand was stained with the blood of No. 26 before. It was sent by several people, and it was mixed with blood and sweat. The white handkerchief had changed color and even gave off a strange smell.

The woman looked at him with a smile and said softly, "No."

The beginning of the game starts with this handkerchief, so the first drop of blood stained by it will never be the last drop.

Everyone understood the meaning in the woman's eyes.

They fell silent, and the atmosphere became oppressive again.

The applause rang out, and the long music sounded.

This time it was different from the fast rhythm before, on the contrary, it was slow and melodious, and everyone's heartbeats calmed down like thunder drums.

They are no longer anxious to pass on to the next person, but have changed from hasty to too slack.

But as time went on, their complexions became more and more ugly.

The gentle music is not as panicky as before, but it is extremely powerful, and the people who are oppressed invisibly can't breathe.

Some people changed their sitting positions several times. He couldn't wait for the handkerchief to be passed to his hand, but was afraid that it would just stop at him.

Looking around with impatient and bored eyes, the upright sitting posture became skewed, and the beautiful and neat nails were bitten to pieces, but they couldn't relieve the heavy pressure in my heart.

Even the dancing white figure on the stage became uncontrollably manic.

"Hurry up, are you deliberately wasting time!"

"What are the people in front doing!"

"Hey!"

The people behind couldn't help urging, although no one knew when the concert would stop, but they suddenly felt that the handkerchief in their hands felt the most secure.

In this way, even if the card is handed out one second before the music stops, it should be counted.

Now the handkerchief has just passed to number 12 in the second row.

He looked around uneasily, planning in his heart, but he really did not let go of the handkerchief.

Anyway, the rules of the game do not stipulate that uninterrupted transmission is necessary.

He smiled unconsciously, and the bloody handkerchief turned into a treasure. Looking at the anxious looks of the others, he even showed a complacent expression unconsciously.

"give me!"

There was anxiety in No. 13's eyes. Seeing that No. 12 was not planning to pass it down, but was really killing time, he couldn't help rushing over to grab it.

No. 12 turned sideways, seeing No. 13 sitting on a chair and stretching out his arm funny, couldn't help laughing out loud.

Both of them couldn't move their lower bodies, no matter how much No. 13 tried to grab it, he couldn't reach it. He felt anxious, so he punched No. 12 hard.

As soon as No. 12 gritted his teeth, he turned around and slapped No. 13.

The two fought with the long and deep music.

Just next to No. 13 is No. 14 Cheng Yu.

He put his arms around Yuexiong, his eyes were indifferent, and he looked like he had nothing to do with him, but the girl with short hair and short ears next to him was in a hurry.

But she is a girl, and there is Cheng Yan in the middle, and she can't see the situation over there even if she stretches her neck.

She couldn't sit still in a hurry, and looked at Cheng Yu and Lin Qiu on both sides. The two handsome men were standing still. Die sleeves.

"Can you tell them not to fight, time is running out."

Because of the anxiety in her heart, even though she put on a weak expression, her tone was subconsciously impatient.

Cheng Yu opened his eyelids and glanced at her, then closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if he didn't want to disturb him.

Number 15 was taken aback, cursed in his heart, and had no choice but to ask Lin Qiu who was farther away from the two of them on the 12th.

It's just that before she stretched out her hand, Lin Qiu raised her eyebrows and waved her sleeve, as if something dirty was stuck on it.

Although No. 15 is not an exquisite beauty, she has an oval face and looks cute and lovable.

She was rejected by two men at once, and No. 12 and No. 13 continued to pester her. She was so angry and anxious that she tore the lace on her skirt with her fingers, but there was nothing she could do.

All kinds of complaints sounded one after another, and everyone was in a hurry, and even began to feel that the slow music was annoying to those who listened to it.Just when their collapse and depression were about to break through that layer of defense, the music stopped abruptly.

No. 13 looked at the handkerchief that had been pulled to him, and quickly let go of it and raised his hand high.

No. 12 also reacted, but he was a little slower, and the red and white handkerchief fluttered down on the armrest of his chair.

"no no!"

He anxiously defended himself, wanted to stand up but forgot the steel plates on his feet for a moment, staggered and swayed for a while, and there was a pulling pain in his legs, but he didn't care so much, his face was pale, with a strong of fear.

The woman on the stage looked at him quietly, with a smile on her face all the time.

At some point, the steel plate on the 12th foot was opened, the pink cartoon watch flashed green light, and the time on it began to count down.

His face was pale and his legs were limp.

The rules of the game determine that he is the one who gets the handkerchief.

Time can't be wasted, he propped up his two limp, noodle-like legs, and staggered walking with his hands propped on the back of the chair.

He knew very well that his behavior just now had angered everyone, and no one would help him.

What's more, when there are only two surviving places, everyone wants to be one of those two.

Time passed by every minute and every second. No. 12 had never felt that 10 minutes had passed so quickly. His legs trembled uncontrollably. When he looked back, his eyes were numb and dazed.

The woman on the 15th breathed a sigh of relief after the music stopped. She relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair, and adjusted her sitting posture leisurely.

At this time, she had already forgotten her ladylike appearance, and her whole person revealed a kind of comfort and pride.

She moved inward, but felt something stuck on her back, subconsciously stretched out her hand to grab it, and hurriedly stuffed it behind her in fright.

It was a black remote control, the red button in the middle was very conspicuous, and the number 12 marked on it made her heart beat faster and faster uncontrollably.

She glanced at No. 12 with some guilt. No. 12's face was ashen, and his eyes became dull and lifeless. He had given up on himself now, and was only waiting for the bomb to come.

But the waiting process is the scariest thing.

Lin Qiu saw the unusual movements of No. 15.

His heart moved, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Tsk, it's a good thing I don't have a remote control on my chair, otherwise it would be uncomfortable to sit on."

Lin Qiu stretched his back a lot, matching what he said, flamboyant and conspicuous, instantly attracted No. 12's attention.

Naturally, there was also No. 15 who was sweating profusely beside her.

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