Run with the ball in an escape game

This game doesn't want players to have a good time at any time, and this dungeon perfectly embodies the life of hard labor after signing the contract of sale.

Jing Huan fell silent holding a bowl of watery porridge and two dry bread...

Ying Mutian next to him secretly observed.

Sure enough, he didn't eat it... his mouth was picky as always, but he couldn't find anything that suits his taste here.

Ok?

Ying Mutian stared blankly for a moment, he knows what human beings like?It was a subconscious reaction just now, but what exactly does he like to eat?

"Can't eat?" He asked.

Jing Huan leaned on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and meditated, and gave a light "hmm".

Ying Mutian tentatively asked: "What do you like to eat? Or let me guess, you like to eat... cold things?"

This answer popped up subconsciously in my mind, a very strange answer.

But when he thought about this topic, many images of food appeared in his mind, such as ice cream, cold noodles, stewed vegetables, and various cold dishes and desserts.

"Huh? I do like these, how do you know?"

Jing Huan opened his closed eyes again, and there was no emotion in his black pupils.But his speaking speed slowed down. Obviously, if this question is not answered properly... there may be some bad consequences.

Ying Mu Tianxia is consciously vigilant, but his mouth is faster than his brain: "It doesn't matter if you like to eat, and you're still pregnant! Even if you don't eat hot food, you still have to eat food at room temperature."

Jing Huan was taken aback when he heard the words, and his expression was a little irritated subconsciously at first, but it wasn't really angry irritability, it was more like a little annoyance after being pointed out wrong, which seemed very cute to Ying Mutian.

But immediately after, the corners of Jing Huan's mouth hooked slightly almost invisible, and then he returned to his expressionless face again.

What did he think of?This reaction is so cute, it seems that you are not angry at all?

Jing Huan's usual face is like an emotionless doll, occasionally looking at his belly with a gentle expression, or a provocative expression.

Every time a new expression appears on his face, it is a new experience for the audience.Especially the cute annoyed expression just now, Ying Mutian kept replaying the picture in his mind, and couldn't help but get closer to observe it.

A group of players on the opposite side and next to them were already speechless. They watched the two handsome guys sitting together, and then started talking and flirting like no one else.

These two men are so strange, they have just met, but they look very familiar, so familiar that they look like young couples who sleep together every day.

A table of players ate like dog food. At the end of the meal, they even wanted to walk away with their bowls. Fortunately, the two left early.

Let's go, let's go, go play on your own, we don't deserve to be single.

The place where the employees eat is in a small room on the west side of the backstage, and through a small dark passage is the backstage lounge.Jing Huan didn't want Di Fan, so he walked to the lounge when he came out, walking faster than usual.

Unlike before, being lazy and not arousing too much interest, he looks a little more serious and anxious now.

Ying Mutian walked side by side with him in the narrow passage, asking: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, the food is too bad, hurry up and pass the test." Jing Huan replied without going to see him.

He could clearly feel that Ying Mutian was becoming more and more interested in him. Before, he just peeked at him from time to time, but now he blatantly sticks to his face and stares at him. He doesn't know what he is thinking. Forget about the grassland growing above your head just now?

Ying Mutian was a little funny: "You started working so hard because the food was not good?"

"Otherwise?" Jing Huan didn't want to be attached to him anymore, walked quickly into the backstage lounge, and said to Ying Mutian: "Don't talk nonsense, you can look for clues here, I'll arrest someone and ask."

As he spoke, he lifted the curtain and walked to the closing stage, where several crew workers were mechanically moving props.

"Hello." He casually stopped a man with a big nose.

The other party raised his head, fulfilled the task of an NPC dutifully, and asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Jing Huan got straight to the point: "I have something very strange. Is that girl named Shariana the leader of the troupe?"

The man with the big nose suddenly became nervous. He looked around and whispered: "You'd better not inquire about her affairs, and be careful not to get into trouble! However, she is indeed the person with the highest status in the troupe now, and no one dares not to listen to her. "

Jing Huan asked again: "Now? So it wasn't her before? How did she become the leader at such a young age?"

The man with the big nose closed his mouth and began to shake his head frantically: "Don't ask nonsense! Just do your own thing!"

After speaking, he hurriedly carried the props and left.

Jing Huan found another employee to ask: "I'm a little curious, where is Miss Sarianna's guardian at such a young age?"

The other party quickly waved his hands and walked away, very afraid to discuss this issue.

Finally, Jing Huan stopped someone and asked, "Miss Shariana is said to be a starlet here, will she perform on stage?"

The other party showed an expression of admiration, and replied: "Of course, Miss Sarianna will perform a performance every afternoon, and there are no seats at that time."

There will be a show every afternoon, so it won't be long before she's on stage?

"I just came here to work not long ago, and I came to work here to admire Miss Sarianna. Her talent on stage is unrivaled. She was already famous five years ago when she was only six years old."

Jing Huan nodded. Judging from the information collected so far, the little girl on the poster is Sharianna. She has strangely become the leader of the entire troupe. No one dares to disobey.At the same time, she is the most popular star of the troupe.

This troupe must have had a leader, and Shariana had a guardian...

He rushed back to the waiting room, just as other players rushed over after eating, and they were eagerly discussing how to pass the level.

Jing Huan didn't hide it, and directly told what he saw and heard just now.

Ying Mutian said after listening, "I just found the last thing stained with blood, and a timetable that may have some information."

He put out the items, first was a blood-stained red dress, the dried blood on it had already dyed most of the skirt black, and the amount of blood was very considerable.

The second one was a time schedule filled with writing. Jing Huan spread it out and shook his head after reading it.

This timetable is full from five in the morning to ten in the evening, and nearly nine hours are spent practicing dancing, singing and stage plays.

There is also a name written in childish handwriting on the lower right corner: Sharianna Miller.

"This is probably the little girl's previous training schedule." Ying Mutian said.

Jing Huan shook his head: "For a little girl, this is terrifying."

"Yes, if you look carefully, you will find that this piece of paper has a lot of smudged marks, probably tears."

It is not easy to become famous at a young age. Behind the title of "little star Shariana", I don't know how much tears and pain the little girl has soaked.

Ying Mutian asked: "Do you have any guesses?"

Jing Huan nodded: "There is no wound on the skirt, maybe it wasn't her who got hurt."

Ying Mutian said: "So I guess, this little girl may have killed her guardian, because she was forced to practice dancing on stage since she was a child. Nine hours of practice time, even an adult can't stand it."

Wang Dongsheng immediately retorted: "Not necessarily, how can a little girl kill an adult with a dagger? What if the little girl committed suicide and then came back to take revenge and take over the troupe?"

Ying Mutian stretched out his fingers and raised the glasses on the bridge of his nose, then turned to look at Jing Huan: "What do you think?"

Wang Dongsheng: "..." Good guy, I don't want to talk to him at all, who the hell! ?

Jing Huan originally stayed quietly at the side, he was too lazy to make a sound when someone spoke, but since the question was asked...

"Both guesses are about the same, both are revenge. The question now is, if the guess is right, what's the use? What to do next."

Wang Dongsheng immediately opened his mouth to answer, but suddenly found that his throat seemed to be stuck and he couldn't make a sound.

Ying Mutian stepped forward with a smile: "I think it's absolutely impossible to say it directly, and I will be killed by that little girl."

Jing Huan followed his meaning and asked, "Then what do you think?"

Ying Mutian: "Since it's a stage play, then we have to perform this wonderful scene, don't you think?"

He looked at Jing Huan, and there was no other person in his eyes.

He is obviously the person who knows the best way to pass the level in the audience, but he is very happy to act here.

Jing Huan took a deep look at him, but still chose to cooperate: "The script for the stage performance has already been decided, and there is no chance for you to act casually."

Ying Mutian replied: "You can ask if we can play our own script. If we agree, it will actually just prove that in this dungeon, players do have to play something different to pass the level, right?"

Jing Huan nodded: "You are right."

It is impossible to tell the real way to pass the level directly, and of course you will not maliciously harm or deceive others.

After recovering his voice, Wang Dongsheng immediately raised his hand: "I agree too! Anyway, it's just a question, if you want to find a way to pass the test, you have to try more!"

The matter was settled like this, and the crowd sent a brave person to ask Shariana, and the answer they got was that they could write the script and act it themselves.

However, I also received requirements and warnings: everyone in the stage play this time must play together, and the audience's response must be good. If they fail, they will directly execute the person who wrote the script.

"Author" Ying Mutian leaned against the wall with a pen, and sighed in the direction of Jing Huan: "Oh, I didn't expect that I would be so dangerous, you have to act well, or I might be killed."

Jing Huan was selecting the props needed for the script, and said without looking back, "Oh, come on."

I don't know who this refueling sentence is aimed at, but there is a cool feeling of "it doesn't matter to me if you die".

This is true, no one will die here.