[Wolfman Killing] Don't open your eyes at midnight

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Twelve bells struck one after another, echoing coldly in the foggy town of Worf.

There is no moon tonight, and the only trace of bewitching blood is covered behind thick dark clouds.All of a sudden, several bright flashes jumped up, almost breaking through the thick cloud on the sky.After a while, there was a faint muffled thunder rolling in the distant sky.

A thunderstorm is imminent.The air was cold and damp enough to wring out the water.

Four evil and slender figures crossed the dark square and stopped in front of the only Shield Tavern in the town.

They looked at each other, then retreated tacitly, and suddenly accelerated forward a few steps, and slammed their bodies into the door in turn.The motionless iron door, like a solid shield, guards the sleeping people inside.

The youngest one in the wolf team let out two low growls impatiently, signaling to the partners to exert their strength at the same time and try again.

After the rustling run-up sound, there were several muffled sounds of flesh hitting objects, and then, the whimpering "gululu" gradually disappeared in the rumbling dark thunder.

The young wolf wanted to try again, but was stopped by the leader.I saw the leading wolf with shiny black hair, pursed muzzle, and walked around the tavern quickly on four slender and powerful legs. Finally, it aimed at the rear window next to the sea cliff, and took a few steps to run up. Finally, it took advantage of the sundries piled up under the window, and slammed straight into it with its thin but strong body.

"Clatter!" There was a sound of broken windows, mixed with a barely audible cry of pain.

It lay on the glass shards that fell in the house, and couldn't get up for a long time.

Soon, the companions jumped into the warm room one by one along the new path it opened up.

When they helped it get out the broken glass embedded in its waist and abdomen, its hair trembled with pain, but there was no sound from its mouth.

The firewood burning in the fireplace crackled lightly from time to time.The way to the bedroom was completely blocked by the futon draped over the stool.It stood up, shook off the crumbs on its body, and ran to their target for tonight, regardless of the bleeding from the wound on its body.

The snow-white quilt was kicked away by it, and it was lightly stirred by the fire, and it burned up, but it was swallowed up in the blink of an eye.The red flames were leaping and churning, and for a while, they looked a little like the beautiful proprietress, the crimson Elaine, warm and coquettish...

……

——Can you save it?

In that familiar darkness, I was holding two bottles of potions, one white and one green, feeling a little emotional.

I didn't expect that "it" would treat me, a rookie, quite favorably. In this round, I won the active and powerful identity card of "witch".As for the usage of this card, I have gained a lot of wisdom in the last game.At least this time, I must not sit still.

Moreover, it will not work to just wait for Ding Kun like I did in the last round.If I burp again before him, wouldn't it be a waste of this precious resurrection antidote in my hand?

"I want to save."

As soon as the words fell, the green crystal bottle exploded in the palm of his hand, and the green liquid turned into mist and dissipated in the night, leaving behind a faint smell of grass.Immediately afterwards, the silver-white bottle also suddenly disappeared in his hand.

——The witch used the antidote at night to save 【Player No. [-] Irina】.At this time, the witch has no time to use poison to kill.Don't open your eyes at midnight, the second night is over here, please wait for the dawn.

I am already familiar with the way, not waiting for "it" to strip my consciousness, so I obediently closed my eyes, waiting for the eight melodious bells to ring after this happy Christmas Eve.

However, life is always full of irony everywhere.I didn't wait for this thing that I thought was reasonable.

I was woken up by choking.

The air was filled with a thick burnt smell, I thought for a while, and felt bad, I'm afraid Irina accidentally toasted the quilt at night.I crawled out of bed barefoot and wanted to go downstairs to see what was going on.

I gently opened the door of the room.In an instant, a large puff of smoke mixed with sparks hit me violently!I yelled, without any precautions, and was knocked to the ground by this force.The thick smoke came in, I coughed violently, and when I looked up again, the flames had already rushed to me.I was so frightened that I ignored my stumped tailbone and slammed the wooden door in front of me.

A trace of sparks floated in as I closed the door, scorched a strand of hair on my forehead, and landed on my cheek.It hurts like a needle prick.

Until then, I didn't really feel the fear.My heart flustered so badly that my chest ached from the pounding.The muscles in my legs stiffened and spasmed uncontrollably, and I could barely stand.With trembling hands and holding my breath, I searched for the only source of water in the house.Unfortunately, the water left over from washing barely covered the bottom of the basin, and even the pillow towel was not wet enough, let alone drenched on the body.

Before I could be disappointed, when I turned around, the wooden floor and ceiling near the crack of the door were already on fire, spreading to the surrounding at a speed visible to the naked eye.

I was so scared that I quickly ran to the bed with a basin in my hand, sucked up all the water with a pillow towel, quickly folded it a few times, and covered the tip of my nose.Only then dared to breathe a sigh of relief.

The house was burned like this, and there must have been a sea of ​​flames outside the door.A hotel that stores a large amount of high-purity alcoholic beverages and is entirely made of logs can be said to have no fire protection capabilities. Once a fire breaks out, there is no way for people to evacuate safely. This is not forced to live Did the guests upstairs jump off the building?

Thanks to the fact that I saved the incompetent tavern owner Elena with the antidote at night, she "repayed" me like this!Next time I see her I will jio kick her ass, I swear...

My mind is spinning like crazy at this moment, "whirring" rapidly, and I can't help thinking about it.But the movements of his subordinates did not stop for a moment. Before the bed was burned, they dragged the bedding sheets and moved towards the window.

I covered my mouth and nose with one hand, and pushed the window with the other.The wind rushed in, bringing a little bit of coolness.I stuck my head out of the window regardless, coughed heart-piercingly, and breathed heavily.

It was half-dark outside, with low clouds.Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed by.

It's raining? !I was startled, and stretched out my hand excitedly. After trying it for a long time, I found out in despair that there was lightning and thunder, but there was no rain.

Wuwu The sea breeze pouring in from the window ignited the fire in the house, the flame gained momentum, and burned blazingly behind me, making me sweat profusely and make me cry like rain.But I still want to breathe, and I am reluctant to close the window—it is said that far more people die from choking on smoke than from being burned by fire.

Vaguely see a figure swaying in the direction of the corner.I, who was completely at the back of the house, suppressed the desire to look down, poked my head out carefully, and screamed for help from a long distance away.

However, the sound of wind, thunder, crashing waves, crackling fire, and rumble of falling charred trees all prevented my plea for help from reaching their ears.I yelled "Help" a thousand times until my throat was hoarse and bleeding, and in the end I could only watch those figures disappear from my field of vision.

Exhausted, I slid off the ledge.The half-wet pillow towel could no longer block the scorching smoke, and the lungs would burn with every breath.The wooden house is full of tinder.The bed board two meters away from the floor beneath my feet also started to burn, the high beams hanging above were crackling, and the entire roof might collapse at any moment and bury me alive.

I told myself countless times that there must be a way to escape, forcing myself to calm down.I know too well that whenever a thought of despair arises in my mind, it will completely collapse in the next second.By then, it will be completely cold.

I poked my head out of the window and looked at a small pile of sundries under the seven or eight meter high building. Outside was a narrow road seven or eight meters wide, and further outside were cliffs and stormy waves.I don't know what that pile of sundries was, or whether it was strong or not. I didn't dare to take risks, so I had to throw the quilts downstairs one by one, laying the groundwork for the safety of jumping off the building for a while.

People are not completely afraid of heights.What's more, the second floor here is built higher than the third floor where I live, not to mention that I have no choice but to jump down!

While tying the bed sheet to the window shaft, I comforted myself: I would be lame at most if I jumped from here. If the truth is explained here, will it be counted as a game failure by "it"?Isn't this too unfair!

Something brushed against my back suddenly, and when I turned my head, it was the curtain that I hadn't pulled for a long time just now, and it was blown off by the fire at some point, and it was falling on me.Sparks sprang up on the white nightdress, and I screamed in fright, dropped the half-tied bed sheet, and stepped on the small flames on the hem of the skirt with bare feet.

There was an overwhelmed rattling sound from the crumbling beams.At this critical moment, the door of the room was knocked open with a "boom".

The tight string in my body broke with a "sigh".What beams, what fire, what werewolves, and all the things that had been in my mind since the fire started, suddenly disappeared.

Thinking about it later, it was only a few seconds, but in this situation, I was suddenly stretched by the legendary "theory of relativity".

With tears in my eyes, I saw the person who was running towards me with big strides, my unrivaled hero.

"Ding Kun..."

The author has something to say:

In order to write this article, I rummaged through the video materials of station b about fires or simulated fire scenes...

Miss Wei Xiaochi's operation is basically correct.For example, when there is a big fire downstairs, you can’t run down in a hurry, try to stay in a place with good ventilation, and don’t hide in corners like toilets. That little water is not enough to guarantee your safety, but the air is not smooth and easy to be poisoned (you should hide The toilet is an earthquake not a fire!  …

Also, I'm very sorry that the manuscript box is overwhelmed! ! !I'm going out next week and I can't type...so discuss it with the gentlemen, can we change it this week? (Whoever told you to be so silent, I will take it as my agreement.)

Anyway, no matter how difficult life is, I will never fall into this trap!