Run with the ball in an escape game

"You are in my hands now." The red-masked man, or Mr. Padro, looked coldly at the human being who could be strangled to death with one hand.

He has countless ideas and wants to kill him directly, but the rules of this place make it impossible for him to kill at will.

What's going on in that grown-up's head?Why can't this human being be captured and killed or imprisoned as a bargaining chip to threaten Mu Tian?

And this human being, no matter how you look at it, has a strange sense of familiarity.

"Yeah, it's in your hands, so what do you want to do?"

Mr. Padro was awakened in an instant, and when he saw Jing Huan sitting there calmly, he became even more angry, and without thinking about it, he sneered and said, "Hehe, you are very courageous."

"So what do you want to do? Just squeeze me to death?" Jing Huan looked at the decorations on the table and spoke without even giving him a straight look.

"It's really sharp." Padlo sneered and sat on the other side. Standing and talking to this human being really felt like a younger brother.

"If you want to get out of me alive, just tell me a story, but it must be a story that I am very satisfied with. By the way, I like tragedies. The more miserable the protagonist dies, the more I like it."

As he spoke, the bright red mask on his face grinned, his dark mouth curved into a crescent, and he let out a creepy laugh.

Jing Huan was not frightened at all, he tilted his head and asked in doubt: "A character set in a foreign country can speak idioms?"

Um! ?I've mispoken? ? ?

Padlo almost bit his tongue, and then he reacted and said, "Do you think you can still play the cleverness before?"

From the looks of it, someone might have already dealt with this problem.

"Human, tell me a story quickly. If you don't satisfy me at dawn tomorrow, you will die!" Padlo sat on the chair with his legs crossed, and stared at Jing Huan with his chin resting on his pillow.

Jing Huan looked back without fear.

The setting of this red-masked man is a bit interesting. He doesn't like to kill directly, but likes to use the characters in the story to kill the victim.He would choose the scariest story told by the victim and summon the scariest character in the story.

Countless players have died tragically with him. At first they were afraid to tell scary stories, and then they became more and more anxious when the sunrise was approaching. When the players finally told a enough scary story, they would be overwhelmed by the story they told. kill.

This process is simply a double torture to the body and mind.

Jing Huan pondered for a while, and then began to tell the first story under the warning of Padro: "Well... there was a couple in front of Cong, they were loving and hardworking, so the god gave them an elixir. But one day, The husband went out to work, and the wife was forced to swallow the elixir by a big villain. When the husband rushed home, the wife flew into the sky, and they were separated from each other from now on... um."

After he finished speaking, he snorted and nodded in satisfaction with his story.

Mr. Padro: "..."

Ying Mutian couldn't help but secretly sent a message to Jing Huan: "Huan Huan, isn't this Chang'e flying to the moon? And... is this idiom used wrong?"

Jing Huan replied: "Aren't they separated from heaven and man?"

Ying Mutian was ashamed: "...It seems that there is no problem, but Huanhuan, why do you tell such a story? To anger him?"

Jing Huan replied: "No, it's just preparations, Mengmeng is about to be born."

Ying Mutian almost burst out laughing immediately: "Huanhuan, Mengmeng may not like to listen to you telling stories like this."

Jing Huan also knew what kind of virtue he had in telling stories, so he said, "Then this task will be entrusted to you from now on, but if you don't take the time to deal with the parent-child relationship, you may be beaten before you speak."

Ying Mutian: "..."

The two were having a conversation in their heads that neither could hear, while Mr. Padlo slapped the armrest of his chair in anger.

"Are you kidding me?! Don't play tricks on me anymore. If you don't hear what I'm satisfied with, you'll die at dawn."

Jing Huan spread his hands and said, "This is a tragedy."

Mr. Padro snorted coldly: "I want to listen to people who died, people who died tragically...the more miserable the better, the more the more..."

As he spoke, he got up and walked in front of Jing Huan, and put his hand close to Jing Huan's neck, a small knife suddenly appeared at the fingertips, clinging to the white and tender human skin.

"Say, tell me well."

Jing Huan raised his head slightly, and said indifferently: "Okay, I can tell you a story."

He looked at the ceiling, as if he was thinking about memories, and said slowly: "About nearly a thousand years ago, there was a great famine, and tens of thousands of people starved to death. At that time, human beings were ignorant and thought that famine was a punishment from heaven. Only by offering sacrifices to the gods in the sky can they appease the gods' wrath. Therefore, the villagers chose a sacrifice to the gods... the son of the lowest family in the village. The ritual of offering sacrifices is very scary and requires They were slaughtered and bled like animals, and the blood was sprinkled on the altar, and the body was thrown into the fire."

"The people chosen by other villagers are naturally unwilling. Their children are only six years old and should not be tortured like this. So they resisted and were killed. The children witnessed the tragic death of their parents and struggled hard but could not escape their fate. .He was killed on the altar, and then turned into the most terrifying ghost, and the whole village died under his hands..."

After Jing Huan finished speaking, he lowered his eyes and sat quietly on the spot.

Ying Mutian also suddenly lost his voice in his mind.

Padlo laughed: "Yes, this story is good, bad enough, great!"

He was very satisfied, but as soon as the words fell, he felt his wrist was grabbed suddenly.

Jing Huan turned his head and pinched his wrist firmly. Afterwards, Padro's contemptuous expression became shocked, and the knife dropped with a shake of his hand, and Jing Huan grabbed it in his hand.

Padlo took a step back, and found that Jing Huan's eyes were cold at this time, which was different from the previous coldness. This kind of coldness made him suddenly feel the fear of being suppressed.

In the next second, Jing Huan stabbed straight at him with a knife.

Mr. Padlo dodges subconsciously, but was finally stabbed in the chest by Jing Huan's superhuman speed.

However, the blade fell from his chest, and the stab with all his strength only hurt a little flesh, but failed to hit the fatal part at all.

Padlo immediately recovered from his fear and laughed loudly: "Do you think you can kill me? You are just an ordinary human being! Be killed by your own story!"

With a wave of his hand, a black mist filled the room, and something slowly appeared in the black mist.

This is the ability of the character Mr. Padro in the copy, summoning the most terrifying thing in the story, killing the player in the way in the story.

So what will appear now is naturally the child who turned into a ghost in Jing Huan's story just now.The ghosts transformed by children are often more terrifying and ferocious than those of adults.

Mr. Padlo stared at the black mist, which gradually condensed into the shape of a person.

"Hahaha, you're dead!...How is it possible!" His ecstatic words stuck in his throat when he saw clearly the ghost that appeared in the room.

The insolent man who walked out of the black mist was actually Ying Mutian!

Mr. Padro immediately looked at Jing Huan: "That story you told!? It's him!?"

Jing Huan looked at the figure that appeared in midair.

Ying Mutian's expression was very calm, showing no emotions.

Jing Huan said softly: "I'm sorry, Mu Tian."

Ying Mutian stepped forward and hugged him into his arms, rubbing the palm of his hand into the back of Jing Huan's head, the soft hair curled up slightly between his fingers.

"You don't need to be sorry, isn't this a good deal? You said it when you were discussing the countermeasures. And, thanks to you, I remembered a lot of things. I remembered that you saved me, and you also took me to find it. Took the bones of my parents and let them reincarnate, you are the most gentle person in the world."

The author has something to say: this week I was watching other people practice interviews, and I fell into self-doubt when I watched them, others are so good woo woo woo

Then I just learned that they all passed the interview, and the two first... I didn't pass the written test.

suddenly sad.