Ye Zeqing rushed to the front.
He took the lead, thinking only about rushing out first. He didn't even look at the appearance of the few people who came in. With all his strength, he slammed into the shoulders of the newcomer at the front, trying to walk out the door.
Ye Zeqing's line of sight has been able to glimpse the scenery outside the prison gate. It is a sunset close to the sunset, and the sky is dense. Next, as long as he takes two more steps, he can—
At this moment, the left leg he was about to take suddenly became extremely heavy.
His thoughts gradually became chaotic, an irresistible drowsiness hit him, and he began to fall into sleep uncontrollably like a social animal who hadn't slept for three consecutive days, losing control of his legs and facing the ground vertically. face down.
Before completely losing his mind, Ye Zeqing struggled to turn his head to avoid hitting the ground with the back of his head, and forced his eyes to open.
A second before his consciousness collapsed, he finally saw the jailer's face.
It wears a pure black cloak, has a round head, and has big eyes, but no eyeballs, only hollow eye sockets inlaid on its face. "Beyond its eye socket, it seems to rely on these blood threads to fix the position of the eye socket, and these red threads are wrapped around the eye socket and float to the back of its head.
Besides, its mouth is like a thin line, with no lips, its fingers are thin and wrinkled, it is facing itself, and the direction it is facing is—
Moriarty.
In just a second, he fell into the drowsy darkness.
I don't know how long it took.
Ye Zeqing covered her forehead and woke up from her coma.
At this time, his whole body was sore, especially his legs. The sequelae of overrunning had already appeared. He circled around and found himself lying on the same spot, close to the gate, but the original door that was opened wide due to the arrival of the newcomer turned out. Disappeared again, turning into a flat wall.
Ye Zeqing gritted his teeth and stood up from the ground with his arms supported.
Besides him, there were Zheng Yi and Pu Xishun lying on the ground, while Xiao Li and others woke up one step ahead of him.
"Failed?" Ye Zeqing staggered a few steps, tightened his leg muscles, leaned against the wall, and reluctantly spoke to Xiao Li.
Xiao Li looked him up and down, and suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.
"What's wrong?" Ye Zeqing was at a loss.
He followed Xiao Li's line of sight, only to see a circle of scars on his wrist.
This scar looks strange. From the shape and distribution, it looks like the scars of handcuffs that have been torn out over the years, but when I touch it with my fingers, it feels like it was cut in a circle with a sharp and thin blade, and then it scabs.
Ye Zeqing: "It hurts a little bit, but my leg muscles hurt even more now, so I didn't pay attention to this thing at all."
He also followed to find the scar on Xiao Li's wrist, and found that the other party was the same as him, but it was obviously thicker than his, about twice as thick.
Xiao Li's complexion was white, and this circle of scars looked very shocking.
"Why is your wound bigger?" Ye Zeqing asked.
Xiao Li said lightly: "I don't know, maybe I offended those jailers."
The pain level of this thing is not bad, it is almost like a scratch, mild, but not severe, it is more like a sign, such as "this person has attempted to escape from prison" or something.
It’s just that Xiao Li didn’t quite understand why his wound was bigger than others—he had already compared other people’s, and his side had the biggest wound. Could it be because when he saw these prison guards before he passed out, what he thought was “ The head is so round and the speed is fast, probably rolled over with the head, right?"
He let go of Ye Zeqing's hand and turned his scarred wrist back and forth.
Until the other hand held him down and stopped Xiao Li's "self-harm behavior".
Shen Mizhi: "Go to the infirmary."
This is the fifth time Xiao Li has proposed this since he woke up.
Because it didn't hurt, Xiao Li refused the proposal four times with various excuses, ranging from "I have to be able to get in, the doors are not all closed over there" to "no need", while Shen Mizhi's answer changed from "I have to be able to get in." Look in the past" to a firm "yes".
The words of refusal this time are already on the lips, but it is obvious that from Shen Mizhi's voice, it is getting lower and lower each time, and if he refuses further, he will probably drag him directly.
So Xiao Li swallowed his refusal: "Wait."
Shen Mizhi didn't agree, he tried to coax him: "Be obedient, go now."
Xiao Li perfunctory: "Wait, just a while."
He walked back and forth at the entrance twice, and heard Setamon not far away asking Wang Huai, "Can we hold out until the door opens next time? No, maybe I should ask, these jailers are walking so fast, There is another passive that will fall asleep as soon as they see them, so how can someone escape from prison successfully? It is impossible for a copy to release such a mortal mission."
Wang Huai also seemed to be thinking: "Actually, the existence of prison guards is an external deterrent, and there are not many other ghosts in the prison, only the guards, they can't usually approach us, and we also blocked the live broadcast when we chat... So They don't know our plan and can catch us just because... it's fast enough?"
"Could we ignore their numbers because of the number, they only need one batch to catch us and one batch to find dolls, so that they can do both?"
"No, I've thought about this for a long time, as long as there are enough of them, we won't have any chance, so I tend not to be the jailers, but the jailers, we have only heard the footsteps of one jailer so far I only saw the existence of a jailer."
"But what are we going to do now?"
Setamon had just passed by Vitality, and she raised her voice rather irritably: "Can you survive until the last time a newcomer came in? Even if you can, how should you get rid of the jailer?"
Wang Huai: "Calm down."
Xiao Li listened to their conversation, suddenly turned on the communicator, and watched the barrage:
[Sure enough, it didn't work.]
[Haha, Lord is resurrected, it is not so easy to get out of the prison, Sherlock, you have the ability to abuse us in peacetime!]
[? ? Eight hundred damage to the enemy in front, one thousand damage to yourself? Suicide attack?]
[Shut up, the first thing reality taught me is not to set FLAG.]
[Damn, actually, I don’t know how to get out even if it’s me. After watching so many episodes, it seems that no one has successfully appeared, at least not in the time I watched.]
Seeing this, Xiao Li suddenly took off the brooch, raised it and asked himself, "A few times before, the jailers stopped at the door?"
[Fuck, interacted, scared me to death.]
[? It's not that Moriarty looks scary, why does it look so normal?]
[You ask, are we going to answer you? I won't say it, brothers, don't tell him!]
[All right, either sleep at the door or in your own room, you can sleep anywhere anyway.]
Xiao Li's expression remained unchanged.
Since this dungeon has a live broadcast room, in addition to adding interest, it is obvious that the live broadcast room is also a means that can be used, so he thought about it and asked: "The door here, except when new people come in, what else is there? When will it be open?"
[It won't open, you give up, you're going to die here.]
[The legend is about to come to an end, I will cry first as a tribute, my youth is over.]
[Is this door opened?]
[Let's play a game, guess who of us is right.]
[It won't be turned on at other times, and it will be turned on frequently. Do you want to kill the jailer?]
[Well, I think about it, when newcomers come in, or add jailers, when the headquarters is visiting.]
Opinions vary.
No one can be trusted, no one can be trusted.
Xiao Li: "What do you know about jailers?"
[Actually, we haven't seen it much...]
[Big handsome ratio.]
[Guardian in the dark night.]
[Your Terminator.]
Looking at these barrages, Xiao Li herself is nothing, anyway, they are all ghosts, but Tan Li, she is not very happy to extend the hair from the pocket, divide it into five strands, make the appearance of a palm, and then face The brooch bends the remaining four strands of hair, leaving only the third strand in the middle standing straight.
It pointed at the camera with a middle finger.
That day, I learned from Sintian in the world of novels.
Xiao Li laughed, gave Tan Li a close-up, then hung the brooch back on his chest, turning off the communicator despite the sudden explosion of the barrage.
He walked along the passage, originally wanting to chat with the newcomers who came in, but they disappeared when he woke up from the ground, and when he asked Wang Huai, who woke up first, he said he was missing. When they arrived, Xiao Li wanted to find them.
However, at the end of the passage, the newcomers did not find it, but Xiao Li saw the shadows of Moss and the two of them flashing away in front of him and disappeared into the corner of the passage.
These two people have been elusive. Except for the occasional meeting at lunchtime in the cafeteria, they basically have nothing to do with the reincarnators. Their escape plan was not told to Moss, and Moss did not take the initiative to approach.
Xiao Li tried to see their broadcast room, either walking or standing in front of the platform, with his head down to study something. Due to the angle problem, the audience could not see what they were studying, and there were very few bullet screens. Popularity is low.
He originally wanted to follow this up to take a look, but as soon as he turned around, he ran into two unfamiliar faces. The leader was a handsome young man. He was wearing a well-fitting long-sleeved T-shirt and looked polite. He turned around and was startled, but still greeted politely: "Hello, are you the variety show contestants in the previous episode? I'm the contestant in this episode, and you haven't escaped yet?"
Xiao Li: "..."
Obviously, this person is not a reincarnator, but a plot character that the show team did not know where to pull it.
The young man waited for a while, and seeing that Xiao Li didn't speak, he asked tentatively, "Do you have any experience to share? Or what should I call you?"
This time Xiao Li said, "Call me Sherlock."
Sherlock…
The young man searched in his mind for a while. He had never heard the name before, and he was not very popular, so his smile was a little less eager: "Hello, Sherlock, I am Zhou Yin."
"The two of us have just searched here. Except for a strange totem, there are no other clues. What have you found here?"
"We can work together, as long as we can go out together, that's success."
Xiao Li repeated: "Totem? Where is it?"
Zhou Yin pointed behind him: "It's over there."