The tall and strong young man finally looked firm and loving, and held her hand tightly, the bright red blood flowing from the heart almost tore her sanity to pieces, the cruel red and the blood spilled on the snowy field gradually Coincidentally, Wang Que heard Allen's screams again, and saw the dagger he was determined to slash to his arm waving in the icy air.
She can't save anyone.
She still can't save anyone!
Why are you so useless!
waste.
waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste! ! !
Tears seemed to run dry, and even blinking her eyes turned into a torment. She gasped for breath. It seemed that only the guilt and sadness in her heart would prevent her from drowning. Wang Que stumbled forward, she seemed to have become a walking corpse, full of thoughts on how to save it all.
She must! Be sure to let Linhai come back!
The corridor seemed to have no end. Wang Que kept walking and walking. She was cold all over, supported by an obsession in her heart.
With a loud bang, something fell from the ceiling behind her, Wang Que didn't even look back, and walked stubbornly forward.
After an unknown time, she saw a door, the wooden door was locked from the inside and could not be opened.
A key was falling on the floor by the door.
[You look a little sad, but choices always come with regrets, don't they?]
Those inexplicable words appeared again, and Wang Que was expressionless.
"Are you satisfied?" she said coldly.
[Don't be discouraged, my dear little girl, as the boy said, the death here is not the real death.
There is a heinous murderer in the room in front of you. His hands are stained with the blood of countless innocents. Your next task is to kill him.
When I'm done, I'll bring that boy back to you.]
[Quest update: Kill the murderer.]
She didn't believe those seductive words at all. Since Kether was manipulating the plot, it was obvious that there was a fraud.
But if you don't complete the challenge task, you won't be able to clear the box, and Linhai won't have any chance to come back.
This is the sin she committed, even if there is only a little chance of recovery, she will not give up!
Wang Que didn't hesitate, she bent over silently, picked up the key, and poked it tremblingly into the keyhole.
The door was opened, she pushed it open, it was a hotel-like room, the man fell to the ground, he was very tall in a cowboy outfit, his brown hair was slightly curly, and his beard covered most of his face, he looked forty years old. appearance.
His eyes were closed, as if he had passed out.
There was a cowboy hat and a half-drinked glass of milk on the table. Wang Que walked to the man step by step. She stared at this completely unfamiliar face for a long time, and finally crouched down and touched the dagger on his waist.
She knelt beside the man, holding the dagger in both hands, the tip of the knife pointed down, aimed at his chest.
Is he really a murderer
In the collapse, the residual sense of reason asked her like this.
But this question was quickly overwhelmed by crazy stubbornness.
The boy dropped a nostalgic kiss, holding her hand and piercing his heart.
- Come back soon.
Wang Que closed her eyes, tears flowed out of her eyes again, and dripped down her cheeks on the back of the strange man's hand.
She gritted her teeth tightly and stabbed it hard.
Xia Qiongyun clutched his injured abdomen, moved to the small hole on the floor, and threw the small key he had finally found in it according to the task reminder.
With a soft sound, Xia Qiongyun took a deep breath and stood up against the table, not knowing where it fell.
[Challenge Mission: Find the key and place it at the designated location (completed)]
[Quest update: Escape from Mermaid Hotel.]
The closed door opened automatically, and Xia Qiongyun limped out with difficulty. Outside was a long corridor, furnished very much like a western hotel in the early 20th century.
The gunshot wound was still bleeding, Xia Qiongyun bit her lip, endured the desperate pain, and kept muttering to herself:
"Hold on a little longer, it's almost over, you're fine, you don't hurt at all."
Yan Ling played a role, the pain was relieved a lot, and it seemed that even the blood flow was slower, Xia Qiongyun hurry up to find a way to go down.
She walked past a closed door and heard a sound from inside, as if someone had hit the table.
Is there anyone else? Will it be teammates
Xia Qiongyun thought, and just above her head, the huge clock pedestal that had been hanging high suddenly lost the tension of the chains and fell from the sky.
Lin Hangzhi grinned and got up.
How can you hit the table for no reason! Can this bad luck get any better? Can you have some luck
He rubbed his knees and walked to a corner of the room, where he pulled a dozen ropes that were taut. Scissors were placed on the chair next to him, and a note was pressed underneath, which read: Only one rope can be unwound correctly. Open the door and try which one is the best.
Try it without penalty
Before starting, Lin Hangzhi looked around, but couldn't find any relevant clues. In the end, he returned to the rope and accidentally bumped into the table again, making a lot of noise.
Lin Hangzhi picked up the scissors, frowned for two seconds, and decided to hand it over to fate as usual.
He just cut one off.
There was a loud bang outside the door, as if something had fallen from the sky.
A few seconds later, a pool of blood seeped into the room from the outside along the crack of the door.
Cui Zuojing suddenly opened his eyes.
The residual pain in his chest made him wonder if his heart had been taken out. He clung to the front of his shirt tightly, gasping for breath, sweat dripping from his forehead.
The blood contract truthfully transferred half of Dong Zheng's injuries to him.
In the hotel, just when the two were going to go out to inquire about other guests in the hotel and see if they could find out who was the murderer, Dong Zheng suddenly felt dizzy.
Immediately after that, he swayed a few times, raised his hand to support the table beside him, but to no avail, his body was completely out of control, and his brain fell into an inextricable drowsiness. Dong Zheng quickly entered the core, and the data flow on the information highway changed from a high speed that can drag out afterimages to slow in just a few seconds, just like his thinking, almost stopped.
He didn't drink that glass of milk at all!
Do not! Poison might be on the clothes that Lois sent! It is said that after seeing the gold he brought, she had the intention to kill, and then kept approaching deliberately, just to poison!
Dong Zheng fell heavily to the ground and completely lost consciousness.
As a prisoner, Cui Zuojing needs to consume Dong Zheng's mental power when he is outside. The moment Dong Zheng noticed the dizziness, the young man's figure became transparent. He didn't even have time to say a word to Dong Zheng. The next moment He was forcibly pulled back to the prisoner's space, and an indescribable feeling of weakness swept through him, and Cui Zuojing fell to the ground, not even having the strength to move a finger.
A thick darkness came silently, wrapping him tightly, pulling him into suffocating depths.
Until the extremely sharp pain forcibly awakened the sleeping consciousness.
A knife stabbed into his chest fiercely, and even though he didn't see what happened at the last moment, Cui Zuojing was still extremely confident. He curled up almost into a ball, clenching his teeth, hoping to ease the pain a little.
It was a long two minutes. When the pain gradually subsided, Cui Zuojing took a long, long breath. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingers were almost frozen and could not be straightened again.
Lois poisoned Dong Zheng, she stunned Dong Zheng, and someone took the opportunity to kill Dong Zheng, "he" stabbed the heart directly, but there was a prisoner link, which should have been fatal in an instant The injury was equally divided between the two, and he and Dong Zheng did not die immediately.
Then there was a transition like when they fell from the dragon ship, the scene was forced to change, their identities changed, and the injuries on their bodies disappeared, but the pain did not disappear immediately.
Cui Zuojing was sweating profusely. He raised his hand and found that the back of his hand was dirty, and the cuffs of his white clothes were about to rot when washed.
He sat up, lowered his head, and saw the white robe covered with dust and the broken black restraint belt.
There are obvious marks worn by the restraint belt on the wrist and ankle. This is a room only ten square meters. There is an iron bed in the center, and he is sitting on it. Other than that, there is nothing. The only window was open close to the ceiling, and only a faint light came in, reminding those inside whether it was day or night.
The prisoner link with Dong Zheng is still there, but Cui Zuojing can't perceive the other party's location and can't communicate, but since he is still alive, Dong Zheng should be fine.
Isn't he a prisoner? Why does it appear alone in the plot
Cui Zuojing is not sure what the situation is. He has not received the challenge task. Will his side exist as a branch of Dong Zheng
Anyway, let's go out first.
The room was dark and damp, with no lights. There were sporadic bloodstains on the foot of the bed, which seemed to have been left behind after a long time. The door not far away was tightly closed, and there was a small movable window that could be opened. , used to deliver food and water to those inside.
Cui Zuojing made sure that his body was okay, and he pressed his chest again with lingering fears, making sure that his heart was still beating dutifully. He got out of bed and couldn't find his shoes, so he stepped on the cold concrete floor with his bare feet, and walked to the door to make sure it was locked from the outside.
However, such a trick could not deter him. Cui Zuojing picked up a stone in the corner and cut off the restraint belt fixed on the bed. The belt became extremely hard and sharp in his hand, straight like a dagger. The boy stabbed into the iron door, rubbed it a few times, cut a rectangular hole in the iron door, and got out smoothly.
The belt broke into pieces and was thrown to the ground by Cui Zuojing.
The corridor is long and narrow, the white walls are painted blue-green, the walls are peeling off in large pieces, the windows are dirty with a layer of brown, and there is another solitary room next to it, the door is open, and there is no one inside.
The surroundings were quiet as if he was the only living creature.
This place should be isolated by itself. Cui Zuojing walked along the corridor for a while and saw the stairs leading up. He walked up and finally heard the voices of others.
The corridor on this floor is much wider than the one below. A nurse walked towards him. After glancing at him, he ignored it and passed him directly.
Cui Zuojing continued to walk forward, speaking louder and louder, and soon he reached an open door, and the voice came from inside.
Cui Zuojing looked inside. This is a lounge. There are five or six people in it, men, women and children. They all look a little strange. —
On the sofa, an old gray-haired woman holding two empty sweater needles knitted air-knitted sweaters earnestly; a chubby middle-aged man was lying at the table, babbling on to the closed radio. The prophecy that "the sun will explode in three months" spit out; a boy who was visibly malnourished crouched in a corner and smeared on the wall; a girl with blond hair stood at the window looking out fondly, But thirty centimeters in front of her, the curtains tightly covered the window.