I rely on force value to clear the dungeon [unlimited]

With a cold face, he chose the option up, Xiaoling ignored the man next to him who kept apologizing.

Feng Congmian is like a big wolf with drooping ears: "I really didn't mean not to tell you."

"Oh." Xiaoling looked around at their current environment, and had no intention of forgiving at all.

They went up another grid, and this time they came to a place similar to a prison.

There are ten rooms in total, and each room is exactly the same as a prison cell.

The rusty railings and uneven concrete walls are revealing a cold atmosphere.

He and Feng Congmian were teleported over and locked together in the fifth cage.

After finding that there was no way to open the cell with brute force, Xiaoling turned around and looked inside the cell.

A dirty sink with missing corners, a hard-looking iron bed, and a latrine in the corner of the cell barely separated by a curtain.

Poorly poor environment.

Xiaoling was suddenly glad that she had never been to a dungeon with such harsh conditions.

Ten rooms seem to correspond to ten players, each of which is a single room. Generally speaking, criminals in single rooms commit serious crimes, and the supervision will be very strict.

As if to respond to his inner thoughts, a burst of footsteps sounded from the left.

Xiaoling and Feng Congmian looked at each other, and the latter took the initiative to cover himself with the curtain.

This is a single-person prison. Although they essentially only need to care about the rules of the Rubik's Cube in this Rubik's Cube and don't follow the rules of the Prison Magic Realm too much, in order to avoid being forcibly separated, they still choose to avoid the rules on the surface.

The high-intensity mental tension of not eating or drinking for several hours made Xiaoling's reaction ability slightly reduced, but he still keenly noticed that the owner of the footsteps stayed in front of each cell for an average time.

No more, no less, exactly 7 minutes.

Soon he came to Cell No. [-], looking at the supervisor who was potbellied and holding an electric baton in front of him, Xiaoling showed a quiet and obedient expression.

The supervisor's eyeballs protruded outwards, and he turned around to look at every corner of the cell. When he found that there was only one person inside, he spat in disappointment and knocked on the iron railing with an electric baton: "Today's last patrol, Wait a minute and be honest, don't make any weird noises."

Xiao Ling tilted her head: "Strange sound? What strange sound?"

The supervisor scratched his particularly greasy hair that hadn't been washed for a few days: "Don't be like the prisoners who were detained here before and screamed and screamed at midnight."

Xiaoling looked surprised: "Why do they bark at midnight?"

The supervisor is not easy to talk to, after being questioned continuously, he became vicious: "None of your business, if you are curious, you can go to hell and ask them yourself!"

Once the 7 minutes were up, the supervisor left without looking back. It seemed that he only came to patrol because of the rigid requirements of his work. He was only responsible for checking whether the prisoners were making trouble, and he didn't care about life or death.

After confirming that the supervisor was a little far away from No. [-], Xiaoling beckoned Feng Congmian to come out.

"It seems that the prisoners who were held here before are all dead."

Xiaoling was not surprised at all when she said this, because they had already realized the problem when they saw the bloody handprints everywhere in this cell.

These bloody handprints that have now dried up are different in size, and they don't seem to belong to the same person, but without exception, the signals from them are all so desperate.

The dungeons in the Rubik's Cube will skip a large section and go directly to the time when the boss is about to kill. This time is no exception. Although only the pale lights can't tell the time here, but according to the regulator just now In other words, it can be concluded that it is already close to the early morning.

Feng Congmian glanced at him, and found that he had turned his attention to the prison cell and was no longer angry, so he secretly held his hand again.

Xiaoling groped for clues and found several traces of people who died here again.

Falling hair with scalp, complete nail cover...

Unable to hold back, he stretched out his left hand, only to realize that his hand had been held unknowingly.

The culprit looked back at him innocently.

Xiaoling was a little helpless, he was quite anxious, but that person seemed to be calm all the time without any nervousness.

Feng Congmian calmly pulled him to sit on the cold iron bed: "Take a break."

Once he got on the bed, the exhaustion that had been deliberately forgotten ran out, and he couldn't help leaning his head against the shoulder next to him.

Rubbed against his neck by the fluffy curly hair, Feng Congmian looked slightly sideways, with a bit of distress in his eyes: "Sleep for a while, and wake up when the boss comes."

Perhaps it was because the atmosphere of the people around him was too calm, Xiaoling's eyelids closed after fighting for a while.

I didn't sleep well this time, and it only took about half an hour, and I felt like I just opened it after closing it.

Fortunately, talking was better than nothing, and a lot of fatigue was dispelled, and even the faintly aching bones and muscles were mostly healed.

"Is it midnight?" Xiaoling stretched her neck, the fatigue in her eyes dissipated and only a piece of clarity remained.

Seeing that he woke up, Feng Congmian no longer maintained the same posture, summoned the "weapon" and held it in his hand while answering in a low voice: "Well, it looks like it's coming soon."

The lights began to flicker on and off.

Compared with the beginning, the number of bloody handprints has increased, and a string even extends from the sink to their feet.

It looked almost as if something had crawled up to them from there.

Xiaoling understood a little bit why the prisoners screamed at midnight.

Once these cells reached this point, they didn't look like they were in the yang world, and the yin and resentment swept in together.

An indescribable sense of prying has always followed.

Even though he stood up and took two steps, the sense of prying eyes did not disappear.

The cell wasn't too big, and he walked a few steps from the side of the bed to the center of the room.

And this position is exactly opposite to the mirror on the sink.

The sense of prying eyes not only did not disappear, but intensified.

Xiaoling turned around with a delicate face and wanted to talk to Feng Congmian, but suddenly stopped.

Feng Congmian: "What's wrong?"

"Did I laugh?" Xiaoqiao's Adam's apple twitched, and Xiaoling felt her mouth dry while looking at the cracked mirror.

"No." Feng Congmian discussed the matter.

"I just smiled in the mirror." Xiaoling's eyes turned cold again.

At this time, he didn't feel that the inadvertently creepy glance just now was an illusion.

Feng Congmian then looked into the mirror, and there were two figures reflected in it.

They are obviously exactly the same as them, but there is an indelible sense of gloom.

The overhead light flickered again, and the moment the light went dark, the prison cell reflected in the mirror changed. Under the blue light in the mirror, he and Feng Congmian stood upright, with bloodstains on the corners of their eyes and mouth. , the eye sockets were empty, but it was only for a moment, and the mirror returned to normal when the light was turned on again.

It seemed that the blue-gray light in the mirror just now was just an illusion.

This contrast between the inside and outside of the mirror can easily cause mental problems.

Xiaoling is sure that if she was really startled by this weird mirror just now, then even if the people in the cell can survive tonight, it will be difficult for the supervisor to explain during the day.

"A trash who only dares to hide inside." Xiao Ling looked at "myself" in the mirror without any hesitation.

Staring in the mirror does take a spiritual toll, but the toll is almost negligible to him.

The "Xiao Ling" in the mirror originally had the same mocking arc at the corners of his mouth, but as time passed, it finally flattened the corners of his mouth as if he couldn't hold it anymore.

His eyes became fierce.

Xiaoling didn't seem to care at all.

It is useless to attack the mirror ghost rashly at this time, you must wait until it enters the killing mode on its own initiative.

Feng Congmian also didn't care about the mirror ghost with a different expression from his own at all. In his eyes, this kind of ghost was not as attractive as Xiaoling's one finger.

The mirror ghost soon discovered that these two people did not have fear like others, so he changed his mind and used their voices against their faces: "Do you know that a mirror can reflect how a person died?" of."

Then the light in the cell in the mirror turned blue-gray again, and the face of "Xiao Ling" in the mirror also turned pale under this weird light, blood foam gradually appeared in his eyes, and his mouth opened with a smile He spat out a lot of internal organs, and Feng Congmian, who was standing next to him, did the same. There was a big gash on his neck, and blood flowed out crazily from that gash.

Watching oneself in the mirror die in a horrible way can easily break a person's heart.

The expressions on their faces in the mirror gradually became painful due to excessive blood loss, and they stretched out their hands to get out of the mirror.

At the moment when they were about to touch the mirror wall, a pure black dagger was inserted straight into the mirror.

A foul-smelling thick black liquid slowly flowed down the punctured glass.

Feng Congmian's weapon directly stabbed the mirror ghost who was about to come out of the mirror, and gave a powerful blow when they were most defenseless and thought that the other side was bewitched.

They wailed in pain and rolled on the ground in pain with their faces pressed against their heads in the mirror.

At the second when the weapons were withdrawn, they suddenly rushed out of the shattered mirror like a chicken blood.

Xiaoling wasn't too surprised, he didn't expect to kill them by breaking the mirror.

If this is the case, then this magic realm is too simple. When the player finds that something is wrong with the mirror, the first reaction will be to destroy the mirror.

But in fact, when the mirror was broken, the ghost was liberated from it.

However, the attack given by the weapon at the right time still obviously hurt them.

So much so that when they climb out of the mirror now, their faces are so hideous.

Moreover, the IQs of these two mirror ghosts were not considered low, so they quickly picked their targets one by one, and separated them by moving their positions.

The mirror ghost with Feng Congmian's face turned to Xiaoling. They thought they could see through the heart of this dog couple, and they were sure that they would become hesitant to attack someone who looked exactly like their partner.

But Xiaoling quickly broke their self-confidence.

Regardless of whether they look exactly the same or not, this kind of poor imitation will only make him strike harder.

Feng Congmian was not confused at all. If Xiaoling would be angry because they maliciously imitated Feng Congmian, then he didn't feel that the mirror ghost was imitating at all. In his eyes, there was no similarity at all. place, how to imitate.

The two were not affected by the special function of the mirror ghost at all, and they fought harder than the other.

The mirror ghost couldn't stand it anymore, and one of them even begged for mercy with Feng Congmian's face: "Don't hit me! It's me! Do you want to kill me?"

Then Xiao Ling pierced his heart mercilessly.

Mirror ghosts have a certain ability to bewitch people, as long as their hearts are a little shaken, their spiritual power will take advantage of them, but their own strength is only a simple level of boss, and it is easy to be fooled by someone with a firm heart. defeat.

After the two mirror ghosts were killed, this Rubik's cube gradually showed its color.

This time the ceiling above also got color, turning yellow.

Xiaoling looked at the options in front of her: "I still have the last two grids left."

Feng Congmian stroked the little curly hair: "Me too, see you soon."

"If other people haven't finished it, if this Rubik's Cube needs to be lit up, it's useless if we succeed alone." Xiaoling's brows were slightly irritated.

According to what they know so far, this is a six-sided Rubik's Cube, and apart from them, Gu Yushi, and Wei Jing, there should be two more people.

But they had no idea of ​​the progress of the other two.

Feng Congmian messed up the little curly hair: "Don't worry, anyone who can make it to the last level will have some killer skills."

Xiaoling pulled the troublesome big hands off her head: "Don't move, I haven't forgiven you for keeping things from me."

Feng Congmian became depressed like a big wolf whose tail was held.

The hard-hearted Xiaoling was not deceived by his appearance at all, and she bared her small white teeth and said that she would settle the score when she got back.

Then he chose to go to the right without hesitation.

Feng Congmian was left alone to watch him being teleported away, and after struggling on the spot for a while, he still chose to go left alone.

Being teleported to the new space, Xiaoling didn't have any emotional changes, but only he knew that the reason why he walked so fast was not only because he wanted to end the game quickly, but also because he was afraid that Feng Congmian would be worried and wanted to follow him.

He was the only one left in the new space.

The bright hall was empty, but it didn't feel deserted.

Xiaoling looked up at the price list posted on the wall, and it turned out that this was a dental clinic.

It looks clean and tidy, and it doesn't look like a ghost will suddenly appear.

The smell of disinfection has been lingering in the tip of the nose.

Xiaoling rubbed his nose in discomfort. He never liked the smell of disinfectant, and the smell of disinfectant here was particularly strong.

Da da da...

There was a sound of high-heeled footsteps from upstairs, and a woman in a white nurse's uniform was holding a booklet and reading out her name: "Please follow me to customer No. 02 who has an appointment from 30:07 to [-]:[-]."

Xiaoling looked around, there was no one else here except him.

So is guest 07 referring to him?

He lowered his head and touched his pocket, but found no relevant clues, not even a small card for an appointment.

He quickly gave up searching. He was teleported here suddenly, and he wasn't really the player or NPC who had been searching for it from the beginning. How could he have relevant clues.

Fortunately, the nurse seemed very anxious and didn't intend to embarrass the guests because of this kind of thing. Seeing that no one came forward to respond, she lowered her head and looked at the roster again. This time she called out her name: "Is Xiao Ling from No. 07 here? "

This time it was confirmed that she was calling herself, Xiaoling stepped forward two steps: "I am here."

The nurse snorted coldly through her nose: "Hurry up, don't dawdle, our doctors are very busy, and the time you can enjoy the service is only half an hour of your appointment."

After she finished speaking, she clattered up in those ridiculously high heels, not forgetting to urge Xiaoling to follow.

The dentist's shop is very large and spacious. It looks like a private dental clinic. Compared with the normal dentist's shop, the internal architectural structure is a bit too luxurious. The marble-like stairs go up layer by layer, and the decoration on each floor is also some Something like an organ.

Xiaoling's focus is not on the decoration of various human body structures, but now he cares more about one issue.

"Is there no elevator here?"

The nurse walked away quickly and didn't intend to answer him, but when she heard this question, she couldn't help but replied: "No."

"Then you wear such high heels and have to walk down the stairs every time you call a guest, don't your feet hurt?"

The nurse turned her back to Xiaoling at an angle he couldn't see, her face twisted as if melting: "No."

Xiaoling let out a suspicious voice, obviously not believing it.

When he arrived at the dentist's appointment, he couldn't help but said to the nurse: "I think you can consider changing jobs. There doesn't seem to be much business here. Your salary should not be high."

The nurse ignored him, but he still thought about her seriously: "I think you can sign up to be a race-walking athlete, or go to perform on stilts."

The nurse finally became angry: "Come in!"

Maybe it was because of being angry for a while, she actually forgot to maintain the surface shape, her mouth was full of blood, and the two sides of the mouth seemed to be cut open with scissors.

Xiaoling reacted calmly, as if the person in front of him was not some monster but an ordinary nurse.

The nurse quickly saw her gaffe from the reflection on the glass, covered her face and turned around in a panic to restore her face.

Ignoring the nurse any more, Xiaoling pushed open the glass door and walked in.

The dentist was wearing a mask and couldn't see his face clearly, so he sat on a chair facing Xiaoling who pushed the door in, and he seemed to have taken into account the conversation he had with the nurse at the door.

Looking at Xiaoling's eyes is like looking at a prey caught in a net.

"Go and lie down over there."

He pointed to the dentist's reclining chair for surgery next to him.

On the cart next to it was an iron plate covered with gauze, on which were teeth still stained with fresh blood.

There are exactly 28 teeth, not too many and not too many, and there are even two decayed teeth.

These teeth should have been left by the person in front of him, but he looked around and saw no trace of the victim, and the only way up was the stairs, and the person was either dead and the body was disposed of, Or it will run into him just now.

But when I walked up the stairs, I didn't bump into anyone, so the only possibility was the former.