Pick up trash in dangerous games

Jian Mo just asked a simple question, and did not expect that his casual sentence would be misunderstood by You Wenyao, but he gradually believed it.

Unconvinced, Little Pudding struggled desperately, twisting his body.

It finally made the person who grabbed him feel disgusted and let go, but it couldn't find a sense of existence anymore. Just now, it had already felt the disparity in strength between the two, one sky and one earth, and it was that land.

Finding that Xiaosang's hands were covered with black mucus, Jian Mo took out a pack of unopened wet tissue paper from her body, and said, "Wipe."

"Thank you," Xiao Sang replied softly.

You Wenyao on the side just couldn't insert it, and suddenly saw that Jian Mei had brought paper, he was shocked: "So you have paper, give me a piece of paper, I will wipe it too, I accidentally touched it just now."

In fact, if you don't say anything, I will give it to you, but I didn't think that I had a paper handkerchief on me just now.

It wasn't until he saw the mucus on Xiao Sang's hand that he suddenly remembered it.

You Wenyao endured the nausea and wiped his hands clean, and then threw them casually. Seeing this behavior, Jian Mo was a little displeased, so he said, "Don't throw away the paper handkerchiefs."

"what?"

You Wenyao was suddenly preached, and felt quite inexplicable, "But I have already thrown it away, and there is no trash can here."

After thinking for a while, Jian Mo took out a paper handkerchief and gave it to You Wenyao: "I'll give you another one. You pick up the one on the ground and wrap it in it. Then you will see the trash can being thrown away."

"All right, all right," You Wenyao couldn't figure out what Jian Mo was doing, but the other party had already said that, and it was hard for him to refuse, and it was true that his behavior was irregular.

After a while, they didn't hear any movement upstairs, so they planned to go up to have a look.

Arriving at the fourth floor, several people saw the entire corridor, covered with SHI cloth, and those doctors and nurses didn't know where they went. You Wenyao suddenly had an idea: "Could all the patients in Building 1 be here?"

Random guessing like this is definitely wrong. Only by witnessing it with your own eyes can you know if your idea is right.

Jane's heart sank and she squatted down.

You Wenyao's eyes were shocked: "You don't plan to..."

"It doesn't matter if you look at it," Jian Mo said while opening the zipper on the SHI cloth, revealing a middle-aged man's face inside, his face was slightly blue, his lips were bloodless and even a little gray.

Seeing this, he simply pulled the wrapping cloth to the end, and the middle-aged man inside was completely exposed.

It can be observed that the man has no visible scars from head to toe, and there is no sign of poisoning from the color of his lips.

This cause of death was surprisingly familiar to Jian Mo, but he had never seen such a realistic death scene, and was a little puzzled, so he began to try to recall where he had learned it from.

Xiao Sang next to her was not idle either, knowing that Jian Mo needed to compare, she helped open a few bags wrapped in SHI cloth around her.

You Wenyao didn't even dare to look at it. I'm afraid he didn't expect that the two teammates he had just made would be so bold and dared to unwrap the cloth.

While thinking briefly, he looked up and accidentally saw You Wenyao leaning against the wall with his face covered, he was speechless for a moment: "What are you doing?"

"I'm afraid."

You Wenyao said.

Jian ambiguously replied: "What's there to be afraid of, you forgot that this is a copy of the game? It's all virtual."

You Wenyao, who was still a little timid and frightened, seemed to be less scary after a brief persuasion, and he slowly put away his hands.