Please breed an escape boss! [unlimited]

Zheng Xuanhai took a puff of cigarette, and deliberately looked at Sheng Qian: "Old Gan, why don't you give me an idea?"

Sheng Qian didn't want to have a dispute with Zheng Xuanhai in the open, so he laughed dryly: "You speak for Yin Changxia, don't you agree with Yin Changxia's words? What else do I need to think?"

Zheng Xuanhai sneered from the bottom of his heart, and there was a slightly decadent ruffian between the smoke and puffs.

"Since you refuse to make up your mind, follow Yin... Yin Changxia's way."

He didn't dare to call the person in charge by his name, for fear that Yin Changxia would be unhappy in the slightest.

However, this tone, in the ears of new players, means that the examiner can't even remember their names.

—was underestimated.

The examiner's attitude is quite contemptuous.

The newcomers stared angrily at the examiner, but they didn't even dare to fart.

In the game, they are the absolute authority.

Who dares to provoke the examiner?

Don't you want your own life?

Yin Changxia asked softly: "I don't know how the examiner plans to group them?"

Zheng Xuanhai swallowed his saliva, and even changed his erratic stance when talking to Sheng Gan just now.

He quickly put out the cigarette and cleared his throat: "Well, there are exactly three examiners, each of whom leads a group. Divide into three teams. One team will follow me to investigate the clues of the murderer, and the other two teams will each be in charge of two. Victim leads."

Everyone has no objection, and the other players are fine. This is what the examiner said to investigate!

When the two teams were about to separate, Sheng Qian put his hand on Zheng Xuanhai's shoulder, and said ambiguously: "I can't see that you are okay with this."

After saying this, he turned his attention to Yin Changxia.

Zheng Xuanhai: "..."

He is fine now!Panic!

God knows that if he didn't try his best to suppress it, he would tremble.

After all, Zheng Xuanhai is an old player, and immediately stabilized his mind: "Old Gan, when did you become so interested in my business?"

Sheng Gan narrowed his eyes: "You are also a well-known figure in the Ninth District. Is there any problem if I am interested in your affairs?"

Zheng Xuanhai said harshly: "I advise you not to worry so much."

Sheng Qian laughed loudly, leaned in front of Zheng Xuanhai, and said in a voice that only the three of them could hear: "You can give it to me if you're tired of playing."

Zheng Xuanhai felt that he was about to shake into an old man in his [-]s and [-]s: "You have a good idea."

Sheng Qian was not angry, his eyes were glued to Yin Changxia for a long time, and then he led the people in his team to inquire about the news first.

The examiner and the player are both using each other and fighting against each other.

As long as the goals are the same, they will condense.

After everyone left, Yin Changxia innocently looked at Zheng Xuanhai: "Hello, my mouth?"

Zheng Xuanhai immediately lowered his head: "Absolutely not!"

Yin Changxia raised his eyebrows: "Get tired of playing and throw it to Sheng Gan?"

Zheng Xuanhai knelt down directly, the god damn Sheng Qian made him suffer so much!

Zheng Xuanhai: "I am wronged, I am more complaining than Dou E, because I have a dry mouth!"

Zheng Xuanhai was terrified to the extreme, and panicked all over, for fear that Yin Changxia would anger him because of Sheng Qian's words.

Zheng Xuanhai has seen too many such combinations.

If the controller is a little unhappy, the attitude towards them will become bad.

Injuries are trivial matters, and what I fear most is being thrown into the tenth district, the player's garbage collection place.

Since entering the game, he did not know how many such examples he had seen.

I don't know how long it has passed, but when Zheng Xuanhai felt that he was about to lose his hold, Yin Changxia from above said: "Don't waste time, look for clues first."

Zheng Xuanhai let out a long breath of relief.

"it is good."

He stood up and patted the dust off his trouser legs, thankfully Yu Yin Changxia didn't pursue it.

But this account is on Sheng Gan's head!

—

The murderer's house was at the end of the fourth floor, and the two wanted to find out more information.

The corridor on the fourth floor was too quiet, and the sound of footsteps in the landing room was amplified.

The two remained silent all the way, and finally arrived outside the murderer's house.

Few people dared to come to the corner at the end of the fourth floor. The killer was usually vicious. How could others dare to hang around his house?

What's more, sister Chen in 402 had an accident today.

The fourth floor was too cloudy, so I didn't dare to come.

The two stood at the door. Even before the door was opened, there was a foul smell coming from inside.

The smell was like rotting meat, and the hot air in summer aggravated the discomfort.

Tang Qize gave Yin Changxia the key to this room early in the morning, and he knew that Yin Changxia was anxious to investigate.

Zheng Xuanhai: "Didn't the door be smashed open before? How could it still be locked?"

Yin Changxia: "There was a piece protruding out, but later it was found that the keyhole was not completely smashed, and it could barely be locked."

As he spoke, he opened the door.

Although he was already mentally prepared, the scene inside the house still made Yin Changxia's expression solemn.

He stood at the door, his body was stiff, and he didn't move for a long time.

Zheng Xuanhai glanced into the house, also showing shock: "This..."

—the body disappeared.

The murderous body that was supposed to be in the living room went somewhere, and even the blood-stained floor in the house was cleaned. The gaps between the tiles were too blood-stained to be wiped clean, so they were refilled with concrete.

The room was restored to its original state, with no traces to be seen.

Yin Changxia's lips trembled slightly, and his bloodless cheeks appeared even paler and weaker: "Someone cleaned up the house!"

Zheng Xuanhai's muscles tensed, and he suddenly felt panicked.

Even though it was a scorching summer day, his whole body seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, and his toes curled up in the cold.

Dong dong dong, the sound of the heartbeat also became extremely chaotic.

Zheng Xuanhai's hands trembled violently: "Which bastard loves cleanliness so much!"

Yin Changxia: "...I have seen a few cases before, and some perverts like to clean up the scene after they are done, saying that this is their aesthetics."

Zheng Xuanhai: "You should be the ones who clean up the scene, why is that person joining in the fun!"

Yin Changxia swallowed: "So, I mean..."

Zheng Xuanhai's eyes widened in horror, and he suddenly came to his senses.

——The corpse was repaired.

What kind of resentment is there to make up for the knife after death?

The two of them stood stiffly at the door like this, their expressions sank, and their breaths were filled with expressions of horror and fear. It took a full 50 seconds to sort out their emotions.

Zheng Xuanhai carefully asked Yin Changxia's opinion: "What should we do now?"

Yin Changxia's back felt cold, and he said with complicated eyes: "Lock the door, and go back to the room first."

However, as soon as the key was inserted into the keyhole, there was the sound of snowflakes whizzing through the radio in the house, and after a few seconds, waltz music rang out again.

All kinds of voices are constantly alternating, coming from the old radio in the entrance.

Yin Changxia covered his ears, the voice was so loud that it was about to pierce the eardrums: "Do murderers like to listen to the radio? Why is the sound so loud."

Zheng Xuanhai's expression was serious: "Listen to that voice carefully..."

Because of his reminder, Yin Changxia didn't cover his ears like this, but focused on the radio.

It's the tiny hum of a chainsaw!

Yin Changxia's eyes widened, and his hands on the door became stiff.

Horror and fear suddenly hit.

The hot sunlight coming in from the window seemed to be getting colder at this moment. Fear made the time even more difficult, and every minute and every second was unbearable.

Zheng Xuanhai: "I remember that this old building has a broadcasting room, and the broadcasting installed in every household is controlled by there."

Yin Changxia: "Take me there quickly!"

Seeing that he was so anxious, Zheng Xuanhai's expression became serious, and he extinguished the cigarette in his hand: "Yes."

—

They quickly climbed towards the corridor, even though the sweat continued to slide down, they couldn't dispel the cold feeling from their bodies.

A gust of cold wind blew from the high window, causing the sweat-drenched skin to shiver a few times.

After climbing for an unknown amount of time, the two finally reached the fourteenth floor.

The broadcasting room and the murderer's house are in a vertical orientation, but one is on the fourth floor and the other is on the fourteenth floor.

They finally arrived at the radio room at the end, which was covered in a thick layer of dust, as if it hadn't been used for a long time.

Yin Changxia coughed, covered his mouth and nose, and slowly put his hand on the doorknob.

—The house is not locked.

The strange feeling seemed to penetrate the skin from the doorknob held in the palm of the hand, penetrate into the internal organs, and gradually spread.

Could it be that the person who made up the knife was in the broadcasting room?

The two looked at each other, and opened the concealed door cautiously.

The room was covered tightly, without any light.

Zheng Xuanhai immediately searched for the source of the radio, and after seeing the auto-playing audio, he quickly turned it off.

So oozing!

The musty smell in this room was extremely strong, and it made people uncomfortable after staying in it for less than 1 minute.

Zheng Xuanhai wanted to open the curtains, but he heard a sentence from behind: "Look what this is?"

Zheng Xuanhai strode towards Yin Changxia, staring at the old yellowed photo in his hand.

"September 1978, 9, group photo for admission?"

They searched every corner of the house and found that there was no one there.

Yin Changxia's expression sank. Just as he was about to look up the name on the back of the photo, and perhaps found Yang Ai's photo information inside, a voice came from outside the door: "Hey, why are you also on the fourteenth floor?"

Tang Qize?

Yin Changxia: "Why are you here?"

Tang Qize: "Aren't I on the same team as examiner Jiao Xingkai? We found out that one of the victims lived on the fourteenth floor, and he went to find out the details. I saw the door opened here, so I came here out of curiosity."

There seems to be only one tenant on the fourteenth floor.

It seems to be the granddaughter of Grandpa Zhao, one of the two victims!

Yin Changxia didn't care to think too much: "Look at this photo first."

Tang Qize showed curiosity, he walked in, and tried his best to see the photo clearly with the little light from the door.

The photo is yellowed, and the corners are still curled up. It looks like it's been a few years.

Tang Qize's gaze accidentally caught the date on the photo, and it was immediately linked with the date on the sketch.

"Oh my god." Tang Qize turned pale with fright, "It's all in 1978! Quickly see if there is a girl named Yang Ai behind the photo!"

They turned to the back of the photo. Generally, the group photo of the school will print the name.

On the first row of the third row, there are two large characters of "Yang Ai" written impressively.

These two words were like a curse, making both Yin Changxia and Tang Qize's nerves tense.

They stared at it, as if the two words were about to come to life, falling apart, forming a funny expression, laughing at them.

But after rubbing his eyes, the scene of distorted fonts disappeared like a hallucination.

Oh no.

Yin Changxia looked at Tang Qize: "So it's not a date of birth at all, but the time when Yang Ai was killed..."

Tang Qize knew what he was talking about, it was the date on the sketch——

On October 1978, 10, Hai hour.

Yang Ai was murdered within a month of entering school.

The two exchanged a look, knowing that there was a big secret hidden in this broadcasting room, they flipped through the things inside quickly.

There are a total of two conditions for the clearance of this game.

[-]. Live until the soul-returning night.

[-]. Find out who killed the five men.

The rules of the number plate are not difficult, the difficulty lies in exploring the story of this game!

Yin Changxia's hand kept flipping through the documents: "Have you found any information?"

Tang Qize: "The person who was crucified today is Yang Ai's best friend Chen Lin, who happens to be 45 years old this year."

Yin Changxia kept looking for Chen Lin's name on the photos, and checked the information given by Tang Qize: "Yes!"

The second one in the third row was wearing the same blue and white school uniform as Yang Ai.

Yang Ai died at the age of 15 and was killed by five men.

Then someone began to retaliate, and the people in the sketch died tragically one by one, and it didn't stop until the fourth person's murderer.

Now 30 years later, the incident is repeating itself.

Yin Changxia: "Did you find out what happened 30 years ago? The wound on Chen Lin's body is really the same as the man in the sketch?"

Tang Qize lowered his head, stopped rummaging through boxes, and slowly raised his head: "It's exactly the same."

Yin Changxia: "..."

Even though Zheng Xuanhai didn't know what happened, just hearing the conversation between Yin Changxia and Tang Qize made him feel terrified.

He also began to search, and when he kept flipping through it, he was suddenly hit by a cowhide diary.

"Ouch, what—!"

Zheng Xuanhai was wearing sandals, which made him jump.

The diary, which seemed to have been soaked in water, fell apart, and the writing on it was blurred.

Yin Changxia quickly squatted down and picked up the diary.

The three of them gathered around, and those few lines came into view——

[I like her, but dare not confess. ]

[Why is my family so poor?If I didn't live in the same building, I'm afraid I wouldn't even have the chance to talk to her. ]

[She comes from a good family and is always nice to others. ]

[She saw that I was hungry today, so she gave me a steamed bun.I was reluctant to eat it, and the steamed buns released mold from me. ]

[I'm so inferior, but I really like her. ]

[They are good sisters, I approached Chen Lin in an attempt to inquire about her. ]

It is full of fragmented information, recording simple and trivial things.

Seeing this, the diary was interrupted, and Yin Changxia quickly flipped through several pages until he reached the end.

Yin Changxia opened his eyes slightly, and read the words in a low voice.

"I'm on duty today, but they all only bully me and always push all the work on duty to me. I accidentally left late."

"Chen Lin seems to have noticed the reason why I approached her, and did an unforgivable thing."

"Chen Lin's family owed gambling debts, so she tricked Yang Ai out. Four men covered her mouth and dragged her to a corner."

"I saw it, but I didn't move, but quietly admired the scene. If she is dirty, I am worthy of her."

After reading, Yin Changxia's expression became extremely ugly.

Is there really such a disgusting pervert who would watch someone he likes being defiled but deliberately not save him?

This kind of gloomy onlookers is as guilty as the perpetrator.

Tang Qize couldn't help but swear: "What kind of man is this! I want to smash his dog's head off."

Zheng Xuanhai's eyes were sullen: "I really saw this kind of person, I beat him so much that he didn't even know his mother."

Tang Qize looked sideways frequently, and Zheng Xuanhai was also an enemy to him.

It doesn't feel so sour to scold the same person with him.

Zheng Xuanhai seemed to understand Tang Qize's thoughts: "Don't mention scolding the same person, aren't we all grasshoppers on the same rope?"

Tang Qize: "..."

Who is the grasshopper on the same rope as you?Don't marry!

Yin Changxia: "Tang Qize, look for a pen and paper. I roughly understand what happened 30 years ago, but I still can't figure out who the murderer is."

Tang Qize: "Okay!"

Zheng Xuanhai: "..."

The attitude change is too obvious!

He seemed to feel the malice of the world.

Yin Changxia wrote down Chen Lin's name—the NPC who died today.

Yin Changxia: "Chen Lin is not a murderer!"

Tang Qize was slightly startled: "So after we repelled the first night's murderer? Didn't he choose a target?"

Yin Changxia nodded.

This news undoubtedly gave Tang Qize a sigh of relief, at least the murderer did not continue to become stronger.

Yin Changxia continued flipping through the diary, even though he was disgusted by the contents, he still had to find out what kind of story it was.

Two-thirds of the two pages of the diary have been covered with rainwater, making it hard to open at all.

Yin Changxia carefully divided two pages, for fear of tearing the diary.

But as soon as he started, the door of the broadcasting room slammed shut and was firmly shut.

Yin Changxia was startled and looked around, wondering what happened.

Tang Qize: "Don't be nervous, it should be the wind!"

He walked to the door, put his hand on the handle, and tried to open the door.

But Tang Qize pushed it several times, and his whole body became stiff.

Yin Changxia: "What's wrong?"

Tang Qize swallowed: "The door...can't be opened."

Yin Changxia's heart trembled slightly, and he suddenly looked down at the diary.

The blurred page was already readable, and he flipped it with stiff fingers.

Impressively written on it with a red pen——

Pay with your life.

—

Countless "pay with your life" filled the entire page, densely packed with no gaps at all.

Yin Changxia kept flipping through the diary as if obsessed, with rustling sounds in his ears.

He turned over page after page, moving faster and faster. The font on the paper grew from small to large, and finally it was so large that it took up the entire book.

- Pay with your life.

Yin Changxia stared at these four big characters as if he had collapsed, feeling a sense of horror.

Tang Qize: "Did you write any other information?"

Yin Changxia's voice was hoarse: "It's gone, it's all like this... Pay with your life."

Everyone's expressions became ugly.

They wanted to gasp for breath, but it was as if a pair of invisible hands covered their mouth and nose, and they even let out their breath slowly.

At this moment, when the diary turned to the last page, it started to turn back automatically.

"This... diary is turning backwards by itself!" Tang Qize stretched out his trembling index finger.

As the font size changed from large to small, the floor began to ooze blood, and soon it was covered with sticky layers.

Zheng Xuanhai strode towards the door and kicked it several times, only to find that even the door began to ooze blood. Countless drops of blood flowed out like tears, like round pearls.

Zheng Xuanhai gritted his teeth: "It can't be opened!"

The faster you turn back, the faster the blood will flow.

Until the end, the feet were covered with a layer of blood.

Wearing sandals, Zheng Xuanhai was the first to feel the sticky blood.

The temperature in the room dropped rapidly, and the breath was filled with white mist.

The space also began to distort, as if a black hole appeared above, continuously sucking the ceiling into it.

The font on the diary was also distorted, and after being distorted to the extreme, it was completely impossible to understand what was written on it.

Yin Changxia hurriedly shouted: "Press the diary back!"

Tang Qize couldn't deal with so many dangers in his mind, and looked at Yin Changxia in a daze.

Yin Changxia: "The blood only appeared in the room when the diary turned back automatically!"

Tang Qize was shocked immediately, and hurriedly put the diary on the desk, stretching out his hands to firmly press the cover of the diary.

But with his strength alone, he couldn't close it at all!

"Come on..." Tang Qize blushed, "Help!"

It is obvious that the hand is already so hard, this diary seems to be struggling, but it can't be closed at all!

Zheng Xuanhai hurried over, and the two of them worked hard to close the diary.

So evil!

The light in the room was extremely dark, and the three of them were trembling all over, and they didn't even dare to amplify their breathing, for fear that they might miss something and cause death.

Yin Changxia: "It seems that some people don't want us to go deeper. This is a warning."

Tang Qize laughed at himself: "What's the use of warning? If I didn't find out that this game is a suspense game, I have to find the real culprit within six days. I'm still not willing to investigate!"

Zheng Xuanhai suddenly looked at Tang Qize, this was the first time he had heard such information.

Tang Qize said angrily: "What do you think Yin Changxia and I worked so hard for? As soon as we entered the game, we wanted to take other people's control. We didn't even understand the rules of the game. What kind of examiner should we be? Idiots!"

Zheng Xuanhai: "..."

Murder is heartbreaking.

Zheng Xuanhai suddenly rejoiced that he acted with Yin Changxia and the others, otherwise he would not have received such important information.

Seeing the nervous expressions of the two, Zheng Xuanhai stammered and said: "This is just an E-level dungeon. The story should be very simple. It's just that we haven't collected information for the time being, so we can't guess it. Don't worry too much."

The higher the dungeon level, the more complicated the story will be.

After hearing this, Yin Changxia breathed a sigh of relief.

Yin Changxia looked up: "Are there any other clues in this radio room?"

Zheng Xuanhai: "Look for it?"

Yin Changxia: "Yes."

The matter of the diary has spied a corner of the incident.

The five men in the sketch are all bastards who committed violence against Yang Ai, and the murderer is the fourth one.

It turns out that the photo of Yang Ai hanging on the wall of the secret room and the letters of the cross Y&A are the earliest hints.

It's really intertwined.

Zheng Xuanhai immediately moved his hands, not afraid of the blood oozing out on the floor.

Yin Changxia is his controller, as long as he can feel at ease and feel useful, he doesn't have to go to the tenth district where people can't spit out their bones.

He has to do well!

Yin Changxia has not yet become strong at the moment, if he misses this period, he will have no chance to earn performance!

The ground is covered with sticky bloodstains. When walking, it seems that the soles of the feet are stuck with glue, and there are many stretches when lifting the feet.

Zheng Xuanhai frowned, resisting the discomfort, and quickly flipped through the sundries in the broadcasting room.

Every time something is turned over, the house becomes more dusty.

Tang Qize glanced over there, with goosebumps all over his body: "Zheng Xuanhai is suddenly so attentive, I'm really not used to it."

Recalling the stinky look of the examiner when they first met them, especially Zheng Xuanhai, he always looked at newcomers with a bit of disdain.

How could he have imagined that Zheng Xuanhai could do it so vividly.

Tang Qize couldn't help feeling a little bit secretly, who made Zheng Xuanhai go too far before?

Tang Qize lowered his voice: "I heard that Zheng Xuanhai's status in the Ninth District is not low..."

Yin Changxia was still thinking, trying to sort out these details.

But the story is like missing a key puzzle, and many places are still not connected.

Seeing his expression getting more and more dignified, it seemed that he couldn't even hear his own voice.

Tang Qize: "Yin Changxia!"

Yin Changxia was startled, and looked at Tang Qize suspiciously.

Tang Qize frowned: "If you don't think about it, you can't think about it. What's the big deal, didn't I think about it too? Don't push yourself so hard."

Yin Changxia: "..."

Tang Qize: "Don't deny it, you looked like this in the last game!"

Step by step, he pushed himself more and more.

Tang Qize admired Yin Changxia's tenacity. After all, he had seen with his own eyes how this person could achieve nirvana in a desperate situation.

It's as if desperation is his nourishment.

However, Tang Qize felt sorry for him very much, how much perseverance was needed to support him until now.

Tang Qize: "It's really not possible, just rely on me."

It's embarrassing to say such nasty words.

In the real world, he would never say these things.

Yin Changxia: "Are you reliable?"

Tang Qize was speechless, and suddenly said: "Even if we can't rely on me, we can still rely on my elder brother."

How righteous!

Forced tool man?

Tang Qize added another sentence: "From now on, we will be of one mind, my elder brother will be your elder brother."

The two stared at each other, and Yin Changxia suddenly laughed: "Hahahahaha, grab the bamboo shoots, your brother is really miserable!"

Although his tone was fierce and his attitude was not friendly enough, Yin Changxia's nerves that had been tense all this time really relaxed.

Anyway, as Zheng Xuanhai said, the story of the E-class field is not complicated, but they haven't found any more information yet.

What should come will come naturally.

Not in a hurry.

Attracted by the laughter, Zheng Xuanhai looked back and saw the two laughing like this, as if they were infected, the corners of their mouths curled up unconsciously.

two small children.

After all, these two are only 22.

Since entering the horror game, all players are under tremendous pressure.

Facing life and death constantly, who can still laugh?

Zheng Xuanhai's eyes flickered slightly, and he hadn't heard such a relaxed and cheerful laughter for many years, especially in horror games.

Competing and killing each other among companions, how many times has he met?

He always felt that this laughter gave him some enjoyment, and he wanted to listen to it more.

Realizing that he smiled, he quickly recovered his vicissitudes and deep expression, and the human design cannot be collapsed.

Zheng Xuanhai flipped through the last drawer, and it really paid off!

Zheng Xuanhai: "What do you think this is!?"

Yin Changxia and Tang Qize hurried over, it took more effort to walk inside.

The blood that seeped out when flipping through the diary just now seemed to have turned into a very strong glue. If you don't keep moving, it will be stuck to the floor.

As time goes by, this stickiness gradually increases.

If you stay for a while longer, you don't know if you will be stuck and unable to escape.

Yin Changxia looked at it carefully: "Is it a pill?"

Zheng Xuanhai: "Sleeping pills!"

Yin Changxia looked over suspiciously, as if asking how do you know?

Zheng Xuanhai touched the tip of his nose: "I have."

Yin Changxia scanned him up and down: "It's not like that."

Zheng Xuanhai said in a low voice: "After I entered the horror game, I was under a lot of pressure, and my hair fell out in handfuls. How can I sleep?"

Old shame.

He has a vicissitudes and mature image, and he has to admit that he has a glass heart.

If asked by another person, he would not tell the truth.

hair……?

Zheng Xuanhai's hair looks quite thick, but it's a little sparse in the middle, but you can't tell it if you don't look carefully.

Yin Changxia felt that he should be more considerate of the beaters and be kinder, after all, he is Zheng Xuanhai's controller.

Yin Changxia put his hand on Zheng Xuanhai's shoulder, and said earnestly: "Don't bully the young man to be bald."

Zheng Xuanhai: "..."

Tang Qize held back his laughter, he didn't know why seeing Yin Changxia harming others made him so happy and happy.

Commonly known as schadenfreude.

Yin Changxia picked up the sleeping pill, unscrewed the bottle cap, but found something different: "This is... MP3?"

Several people quickly got together, Yin Changxia pressed the interface, and a recording appeared.

The voice inside was full of magnetism and tiredness: "Since Xiao Ai died, I couldn't sleep all day long. The doctor advised me to divert my attention, so I downloaded a whole set of Buddhist scriptures, hoping to help me fall asleep."

Tang Qize was still listening carefully, but after a while, there were a lot of muttering Sanskrit sounds.

Tang Qize was dumbfounded: "... gone?"

Yin Changxia: "No more."

Three people: "..."

Yin Changxia put away the MP3, and wanted to take it out and listen to it from time to time to see if there were any clues.

Tang Qize spoke softly: "Don't you feel that the soles of your feet are getting stickier?"

Yin Changxia looked at the floor, he could walk over just now, but now it seems difficult to move.

Yin Changxia lost all energy in breastfeeding, a thin layer of sweat appeared on his pale cheeks, and then he lifted one foot up.

Not good!

Yin Changxia hurriedly said: "Leave this room quickly!"

If this continues, I'm afraid I won't be able to get out.

The three of them walked forward desperately, their footsteps getting slower and slower, as if every step they took was tightly fitted to the floor.

It is obviously only a few steps away from the door, but now when I walk, I feel that it is so far away.

Yin Changxia's feet were sore, and every step he took was trying to reduce the contact area with the floor.

Zheng Xuanhai blushed, and when he tried to move his body, he suddenly heard something breaking.

Yin Changxia and Tang Qize glanced at him -

Zheng Xuanhai was so ashamed that he wanted to cover his face: "...my sandals are broken."

Tang Qize: "Who told you to pretend to be wearing sandals, it's okay now!"

Zheng Xuanhai was even more embarrassed, his big feet couldn't get off the ground, his toes were all curled up, and the hair on his feet could be seen at a glance, how ridiculous it was.

In front of Yin Changxia, he lost all face in his life.

But Yin Changxia is still his master!

He's just a poor little sheep trying to behave well in front of his future boss.

Tang Qize cursed: "You wear sandals as long as you wear them, why don't you buy a pair of better quality!"

Zheng Xuanhai's face was full of panic, and he said in a low voice: "...um."

Shame!

It's today's social death.

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