Leather Player Peekaboo [Unlimited]

After demonstrating how to teach Huo Sheng to rub cotton thread, Jian Wen washed a small pot, added water to heat it up, then poured in flour and boiled while stirring.

"What is this again?" Huo Sheng's eyes lit up, "What delicious food do you make?"

Although dry food is good, it is not as good as hot food.

Jian Wen: "You dare to eat the flour here, are you afraid of turning into a wax figure?"

Huo Sheng was wilted.

"I'm cooking paste, and I want to try it." Jian Wen talked about his idea, and Huo Sheng thoughtfully: "We can try more, we are just at the end, and there are still a few days to be safe." .”

When he said this, Huo Sheng frowned suddenly.

"what happened?"

Huo Sheng lowered his voice: "I'm afraid, some of the players can't hold back anymore. The players who live in the last room survive longer. If the players in front don't want to die, just kill the last player... "

There has never been a lot of intrigue among players. Even though the game strictly prohibits players from killing each other, there are too many ways to kill, and killing with a knife can leave no trace.

"It's useless to worry about it. The best way is to clear the level and leave the game early." Jian Wen concluded.

"You're right." Huo Sheng stood up, "Look, can this cotton thread of mine be used as a candle wick?"

"Yes. I'll try it later." Jian Wen glanced over, estimated the height of the wax figure and nodded, and saw that the resistance of stirring with his chopsticks was getting bigger and bigger, and the flour and water in the pot had turned into a living paste milky.

"Hey, the paste is almost there."

Seeing the thicker and thicker paste being stirred, Jian Wen found out a vessel to put the paste out, and tried it with his hands: "It's so sticky."

There was paste between his two fingers, one by one, and there were white traces of paste in the middle, Huo Sheng suddenly looked a little blushing.

Jian Wen didn't notice it, and was still thinking about her "conspiracy".

"I still have a bottle of latex glue in my space, which can also be used to stick things. I don't know which stickiness is better. I will try to find a wax figure later."

"The paste is too thin, like rice paste." Huo Sheng smelled the fragrance of the paste, and the more he smelled it, the more he wanted to eat it. I also ate rice noodles."

Jian Wen deliberately dipped a little paste with chopsticks, and spread it on Huo Sheng's face as a prank: "Come on, let me try it."

Huo Sheng was sitting on the small bench, half of his face was smeared without warning, his cheeks, lips, and nose were all covered with paste. He smelled the fragrance, and subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick it.

Jian Wen laughed and said, "How does it taste?"

Huo Sheng recalled the taste: "It tastes like flour, a little starchy sweetness."

"You still eat it! You can't eat it, go wash your face and rinse your mouth!" Seeing that Huo Sheng's expression was greedy and he had already stared at his paste, Jian Wen pushed Huo Sheng to wash his face speechlessly.

I'm really worried that Huo Sheng will become neurotic like a fat man.

Huo Sheng sighed regretfully, stood up and went to the sink in the corner of the kitchen to wash his face and mouth.

Just as Huo Sheng left, Jian Wen put down the paste, picked up the cotton thread that Huo Sheng rubbed, and pulled it to test its flexibility. At this time, a new player came to the kitchen again.

This time, No. [-], a player with an inch-length hair and dark complexion, was behind him, No. [-] who had just left.

No. [-] and No. [-] lived on the same floor, and as soon as they entered the door, they stared at the cotton thread in Jian Wen's hand.

"What's in your hands?"

Jian Wen stared at No. [-] and smiled: "Guess."

No. [-] trembled and shrank behind No. [-]. He had seen Jian Wen's action just now, and he was still testing the strength of the rope. Was he afraid that if someone was tied up, he would not be able to hang it up?

Number Seven recalled the scenes of the movie he had seen, and then looked at Jian Wen staring at him, shrinking behind Number Six little by little.

The six-inch head is a bit old-fashioned, and the brows that have been frowning all the year round have left deep lines of Sichuan characters. At this time, she warned Jane warmly: "Don't mess around in the kitchen."

Jian Wen spread her hands innocently: "Am I that kind of person?!"

No. [-] just breathed a sigh of relief when he heard a big smile bloom on Jian Wen's innocent face:

"I'm."

Number six: ...

Huo Sheng came over from the sink to wash his face. There is no mirror in the kitchen sink, his face was not washed clean, and there was still some white paste left. As soon as he walked over, No. [-] saw Huo Sheng's face, and his brain suddenly burst into flames. The earth-like encounter with strong stimulation has an incredible expression, as if seeing an elephant and ant falling in love, they are still two males.

"You haven't washed it clean, there's still some on the corner of your mouth." Jian Wen raised her head and saw that there was still a touch of white on the corner of Huo Sheng's mouth, so she reached out and nodded.

"Oh." Huo Sheng wiped the paste from the corner of his mouth into his mouth, and ate it rough.

Number seven's eyes became wider and wider, the eyeballs almost protruding from their sockets, looking at Huo Sheng with a particularly strange expression.

Straight man No. [-] doesn't understand a lot, and obviously doesn't have the brain circuit of No. [-], so he asked Huo Sheng in a daze, "What's on your face..."

As soon as Number Six finished speaking, the soft-faced Number Seven elbowed him and took the conversation away: "I'm sorry to interrupt you."

Number Seven pushes Number Six out of the kitchen, and closes the door thoughtfully by the way.

Huo Sheng:? ? ?

"Did they misunderstand something?"

Jian Wen rubbed his chin: "Is No. [-] really a straight man? He knows a little too much."

From the very beginning, it was player No. [-] who showed the greatest hostility towards the two of them. In the past, it was the prejudice of a straight man of steel, but now it seems that it may not be so.Homophobia is mostly a closet, and this law seems to apply to Number Seven.

Huo Sheng said weakly: "You said if I told them it was paste, would they believe it?"

Jian Wen hooked Huo Sheng's chin with a smile: "No dear, just follow me!"

Huo Sheng shrugged, bent down indulgently and kissed Jian Wen's forehead: "It has long belonged to you."

I belong only to you, and you belong only to me.

In the game, in reality, we are all unique to each other.

Jian Wen raised her head, covered Huo Sheng's lips with kindness, and used actions to express her heart...

The wax figure was put into the cauldron by the woman again and rebuilt, and the woman was chopped into pieces by the fat man and disappeared, but the baby girl was still telling the time strangely on the antique clock, and the white-haired old woman also appeared in the living room to pull The player asks the time.

This time, when the white-haired old woman asked the time, no one answered. The players have their own sources of information, and they already know the trap of time.

The white-haired old woman only tried once, and was not annoyed when no one answered. She walked into the kitchen with a weird smile on her face, as if she was about to reshape the wax figure.

"Ok?"

As soon as the white-haired old woman entered the door, she saw a pair of hot-eyed men and women, kissing so hard that their faces were instantly distorted with wrinkles.

The world is getting worse and people's hearts are not old. How can the young guy be so absurd!

"Get out, get out, get out!"

The white-haired old woman drove away people with the bamboo basket in her hand. Jian Wen seemed to be very displeased and irritated after being disturbed. He let go of Huo Sheng and shot the old woman twice and three times.

Not surprisingly, after the white-haired old woman was hit and fell to the ground, wax oil still flowed out of her body.

The old woman fell on a pile of wax oil, looked at Jian Wen's face gloomyly: "I remember you, NO.12."

She simply clashed with NO.12, NO.12 player, NO.12 wax figure, nothing good!

Jian Wen didn't answer. During the day, the wax figure seems to have no self-healing ability. The woman did not reshape her body after being hacked to death, and neither did the old woman.

Her soul left her current body, leaving only a shapeless pile of wax on the ground.

Taking this opportunity, Jian Wen took out the rubbed cotton wicks, milky white glue, paste and other things to try one by one.

First, put the wick on the wax oil, squeeze the warm wax oil into a human shape by yourself, leave a section of wick on the top of the head, and light it with the fire in the stove.

"Fortunately, it can burn."

Seeing the flickering flames on the wick melting the wax figure made by hand bit by bit, Jian Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

He was worried that this kind of living and spirit-possessed wax figure was different from ordinary wax oil and could not be burned. Now there is a new way to burn it as a candle.

Then came homemade paste, and latex glue originally used for oil painting.

Emulsion glue is an essential tool for painting the bottom of the oil painting frame. Jian Wen’s space habitually keeps a full set of painting materials, in addition to oil brushes and paints, there are two small buckets of emulsion glue.And this kind of milky white glue is also an industrial white glue, which looks mild, but actually has a very strong viscosity and a wide range of applications. It can be used on metal, glass, wood, stone, etc.

Even smooth candles can stick under certain conditions.

Jian Wen dug out two pieces of dried wax oil, and then experimented on the wax oil one by one with latex glue and paste.

Sticks to wood, sticks to metal.

"Unexpectedly, I would do this kind of small experiment in the death game." Huo Sheng was deeply moved. "The last time I did an experiment was when I was in junior high school. I blew up the experiment table when I was doing a chemistry experiment. It was very exciting."

Jane Wen:......

"The chemistry teacher said I looked like a terrorist at that time. He certainly didn't expect me to go on the right path and become a terrorist in the eyes of criminals haha."

Thinking of the past, Huo Sheng rarely showed a childish look.

"Okay, today's task is almost done, let's go out and arrange it." Jian Wenwen and Huo Sheng divided the remaining cotton wicks, milky white glue, and paste into the space one by one, and then murmured about what to do at night , and the arrangement began.

This is the best chance before it gets dark and the old crones and women are dead and haven't been resurrected yet.

Jian Wen walked to the door of the kitchen and looked up at the time.

11:05:30.

Before the hour, the baby girl's head did not pop out, and the small wooden door under the antique clock was still tightly closed.

Jian Wen found a table and chairs, built them up and stood on a high place, Huo Sheng supported the chair on the table with one hand, and lifted the tools Jian Wen needed with the other and handed them up.

"What are you doing?" No. [-] was always paying attention to Jian Wen, and just saw his strange behavior, so he couldn't help but came over to ask.

Jian Wen held up a brush covered with milky white glue, and smeared hard on the small wooden door, filling every gap with water.

"Hey, NO.12, I'm asking you something!" Number Seven was upset.

Jian Wen lowered his head and glanced at No. [-], and sang a nursery rhyme: "I am a painter, and I have strong painting skills~"

Number Seven:  …

"Neuropathy!"

The man simply cannot communicate.

No. [-] was left annoyed, and Jian Wen was happy.

After being covered with milky glue, Huo Sheng handed over two flat wooden boards, which he found from the kitchen, and then Jian Wen put the wooden boards horizontally to block the small wooden door under the antique clock, and applied a layer of milky white glue again.

It's a pity that I haven't found a toolbox in the room, otherwise it would be more convenient if there are nails and hammers.

Some players watched Jian Wen's actions, vaguely understood something, and began to circle the glass display case, making up their minds at the base camp of the wax figure.

No. [-] rubbed his chin, and while the wax figure was not around, touched inside the base of the glass display case: "It would be great if they couldn't leave..."

"Heroes see the same thing." After brushing the antique clock, Jian Wen raised the brush and led Huo Sheng towards the glass display case.

Number Six became interested: "Come, come, I'll help you brush together."

Some players also took out their own tools: "I still have 502 here, why don't you mix in and get it together?"

"Try them all."

Players began to turn from fighting to intrigue, trying one by one in places where various wax figures might touch and pass.

Jian Wen stared at the antique clock while moving. Sure enough, at exactly twelve o'clock, there was a violent knocking sound from the small wooden door under the antique clock.

"Bang bang bang-"

The baby girl's head was bumping against the inside of the small wooden door while crying "wah-wah-wah-wah", Jian Wen felt a headache for her when she heard it.

When the weather is hot, the milky white glue dries quickly, and the stickiness has already played its role. The first step is to glue the two wooden doors, and the second step is to have two wooden boards outside. The violent impact of the baby girl makes the wooden boards bend from time to time, but Very dangerously stopped the baby girl.

Number six and number seven excitedly said in unison: "It works!"

"Kacha", a crack opened in the board, causing the player's thoughts to hang.

It seems too early to be happy.

"Beep..."

12:01:00.

After twelve o'clock, the baby girl stopped hitting, and white wax flowed out from under the small wooden door.

There were glaring cracks on the horizontal wooden board outside the small wooden door, showing the unreliability of this thing.

"It's fine if you can delay the time." Jian Wen was not too surprised.

Even if it can only be delayed for a second, it can give the player a second of life.But now it seems that it is more than one second, and what is needed is not precious props, but ordinary glue.

It's a good idea to change your mind.

No matter how frustrated the other players were, Jian Wen walked towards Huo Sheng and said in a low voice, "We are like this at night..."

......

After Jian Wen wore a devil mask and disguised himself as the breath of a wax figure, he stood with Huo Sheng behind the door of No. 13 room, and waited for the sound of footsteps outside as promised.

Probably because she hated him too much, the old woman jumped over a large group of players and let the No. 12 wax figure come to the door. She opened the door and attacked inside without even knocking.

At the same time that the door of No.12 was opened by the wax figure of No.12, the door of No.13 was opened from the inside. Jian Wen saw that the wax figure turned his head, and facing him was a bunch of homemade torches, plus a shuttle of bullets from Huo Sheng.

"what--"

There were three overlapping screams from the NO.12 wax figure, and the old version of Jian Wen's expression twisted.

"Who are you?" The old woman looked at Jian Wen and screamed, "You are not a wax figure I made!"

In the eyes of other people and ghost NPCs, Jian Wen wearing a devil mask looks like a wax figure. At this time, it seems that two old wax figures Jian Wen are killing each other, and staged a "true or false NO. 12" play size.

"I'm your father." Jian Wen poker-faced, took out a cotton wick to prepare.

The flame ejected from the muzzle melted NO.12 into a puddle of wax oil. Jian Wen felt a little weird in his heart. How does this look like murdering himself?

Or does the younger self assassinate the older version of himself, with a sense of traveling through time and space?

"I can't be killed." The woman's voice came out of the shapeless wax, with a smug smile.

The wax oil melted on the ground began to gather little by little, and automatically reshaped into a human shape. Taking advantage of this opportunity, Jian Wen seized the time and put the wick in.

However, the hands and feet of the wax figure have not yet been transformed, and they wanted to use wax oil to reshape them into limbs to attack Jian Wen, but were interrupted by Huo Sheng as soon as they took shape.

Ultimately, the body of the wax figure is shaped first, and the arms last.

The woman waved her arms and smiled ferociously, "You're done."

The old woman's eyes were murderous: "Wait to die."

Jian Wen looked at the position of the wick, and thought regretfully in his heart, it was indeed too short, and the wick was buried in it when it reached the center of the eyebrows.

Jian Wen said calmly, "Darling, do you want to see it?"

The baby girl's innocent voice sounded: "Huh?"

Jian Wen smiled: "I know, you want to."

Then, Huo Sheng quickly cut off the cap of No.12 with a sharp knife, exposing the wick between the eyebrows. Jian Wen threw the lighter at the wick without hesitation, and the flame accurately lit the wick. A candle that shines by itself.

NO.12 panicked, he wanted to extinguish the flame on his head, but he forgot that his hands were also wax oil, and they began to melt as soon as he approached.

When he tried to extinguish the flame in the crisis of breaking his finger, another match was thrown over.

NO.12 saw that Jian Wen rolled a torch-shaped torch out of paper for the convenience of lighting the fire.

"Be economical, save fire sources." Jian Wen, a virtuous housekeeper, taught Huo Sheng this way.

NO.12's mouth twitched, looking at the huge self-made torch, he had the urge to turn his head and slip away, but he found that he couldn't move.

What is stuck on the bottom of the foot?

Jian Wen sneered: "Hehe, I took special care of you. I didn't apply glue on the display cabinet, and a bucket of glue was left at the door of the room. Are you surprised?"

NO.12: ......

Who the hell carries this thing with him!

Candlelight flickered, NO.12 melted.

Candles are extinguished, and NO.12 is remodeled.

"Haha, I didn't expect it, your wick is disposable!" The old woman and the woman seemed to be stimulated crazy, almost screaming arrogantly.

Jian Wen smiled and took out a wick again, and skillfully put it into the wax oil.

Waxman:  …

Wax figure remodeled, scalped and set on fire;

Candle flickering, NO.12 melts;

Candles are extinguished, and NO.12 is remodeled.

Wax figure remodeled, scalped and set on fire...

The wax figure fell into an endless loop in despair, while Jian Wen snuggled into Huo Sheng's arms, looked at the wax figure with satisfaction and exclaimed: "□□It's so romantic!"

Huo Sheng was equally satisfied: "As long as you like it."

Wax Figure:  …

What is burning is my life, do you have a little conscience? !

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