… Of course the game must continue.
Because of the DM's ambiguous hint, the players stared at the bloody posters for a while, trying to find the "key" to escape that the DM mentioned. They actually found some crooked words mixed in with the large horror patterns -
Is it... a news report
The rabbit stared at it in a daze.
On X/X/X, the president of Xinshi Enterprise died of lung cancer at the age of 68…
On XX day of XX month of XX year, the youngest son of the richest man in City A died of congenital heart disease after failed rescue efforts. He was only 5 years old…
On X/X/X, the CEO of Biyuan Real Estate confirmed that the rumor of advanced gastric cancer was not a rumor...
While Rabbit was still struggling to distinguish the distorted black words that were written in tiny and small letters that seemed to have been accidentally painted on the poster, he heard the sound of a door being pushed slightly. Rabbit turned his head alertly and looked at the door being pushed open by Jie Zhouyan and Yuan Yuxue who walked out. He was slightly startled, "Ah... Yuan Yuxue, have you finished reading?"
Yuan Yuxue, who was being questioned, also stopped.
He was a little unsure about Rabbit's question—was it referring to the information on the posters
He saw it the moment he entered the room (and wrote it down by the way). Of course, this kind of thing doesn't need to be spent time to understand - at least for Yuan Yuxue, it should be so. So after thinking about it for a while, Yuan Yuxue quickly answered: "Yes."
"Is that so?" Little A said nonchalantly, "Then let's go!"
It would be best if there is someone in the team who can remember the mission clues, so that you can have a great time playing TvT.
Ever since the light was "fixed", they had already found the room scary and wanted to sneak away.
The group followed him out in a noisy manner.
The corridor was very quiet. The white light above was not dim, but it was inexplicably cold, like the light in a basement or a morgue, casting a pale color on the young man's slightly panicked face.
"It's so cold..."
Little C hugged his arms and felt goose bumps caused by the cold.
"The air conditioning is turned on too high."
She complained.
Not only Xiao C felt this way, but others also realized it. The corridor was unusually cold, and they had to do something, otherwise they would catch a cold when they got out...
There are many rooms on both sides of the corridor, but they are all locked.
Little B stepped forward and tried to shake the door handle, saying in frustration, "I can't open it..."
Yuan Yuxue turned her head and asked, "Do you want to open it?"
It was easy for him to destroy the wooden doors.
Little B turned around, but before he could answer, the expression on his face froze in a very subtle, twisted arc.
His lips trembled slightly, and there was obvious hesitation and fear in his eyes. He was tongue-tied for a moment and it was difficult for him to speak fluently, "That, that is..."
Yuan Yuxue saw the scene reflected in Little B's pupils.
He also turned back at that moment—
The rustling sound on the ceiling obviously attracted the attention of many players. In fact, as long as they raised their heads slightly, they could clearly see the sticky mass of meat-like substance lying on the ceiling with countless limbs. After feeling the players' gaze, it cooperated very well and squeezed out a pale and broken face with blood-red flesh falling down from the mass of meat.