Before going out, Bo Ye casually pulled on a camouflage jacket and put it on.
The man's neckline was empty, and his half-covered collarbone flashed aqua color under the incandescent light. If you look closely, there are still a few teeth marks on it.
Gu Meng leaned against the door frame, and when she turned her head and saw his flirtatious appearance, she understood most of it.
He must have been fooling around with Tang Zhi just now.
"What is Peter Pan barking?"
Bo Ye pulled up the zipper on his collar to cover his neck, rolled up his sleeves again, approached the crowd on the promenade and asked.
Gu Meng raised her chin towards the next cell and replied, "Dead."
"What?" Bo Ye thought he heard it wrong, and said, "Peter Pan is dead?"
"..." Gu Meng rolled her eyes and said, "It's the little girl who watched the night with me last night."
Peter Pan was almost frightened out of his mind just now, and he had already returned to the room a step earlier.
Only then did Bo Ye understand and nodded.
He rolled up the sleeve on the other side, walked towards the center, raised his hand all the way to avoid the crowd, and whispered: "Excuse me."
When he passed by, many female players unconsciously glanced twice, and then lowered their heads subtly.
Because Bo Ye had just rolled off Tang Zhi's body, his face was still flushed unnaturally, and because he was holding back his fire, his whole body was filled with extreme impatience.
His forehead and the side of his neck were full of sweat. Coupled with his handsome appearance, those female players only found him incredibly sexy, like walking hormones.
Anyone who saw it would have their heart beat twice.
When Bo Ye arrived at the door of the cell, seeing the blood splashed everywhere on the door, he slightly frowned in disgust.
There was no light in the room, so it was pitch black, but a triangle of bright yellow light cut through the half-open door.
In the light, condensed blood spread all over the floor, and a person fell in the pool of blood, motionless.
I also know that it is the little girl with bangs.
The body was in a dark place, and the specific situation could not be seen clearly.
Bo Ye stretched out his hand and opened the door without thinking.
The lights outside the house cast the shadows of everyone on the floor of the room, with high and low outlines.
At the same time, the players finally saw the whole body of the corpse through the light in the corridor.
Everyone scattered towards the rear with a "boom", and suddenly there were startled and frightened discussions in the crowd.
The thin girl among them was the first to be unable to bear it, and fell limply on the ground while leaning on the railing of the corridor: "What is this? What is this! This... can still be called people?!"
The short man's face was ugly. Facing the corpse lying on the floor, he wanted to look at it but couldn't bear to look at it: "Is the skin scraped off? It's scratched, damn it, how miserable it must be when he dies."
"A good little girl... Who did you provoke?" The other person covered his mouth and nose, and retreated far away from the door.
The cell at this time was like a slaughterhouse, with blood splattered everywhere on the floor, sheets, pillows, and walls.
The corpse lay horizontally in a pool of blood, and both the face and the body were scraped to a bloody mess.
Looking closely at the wounds on the face, there are vertical lines. The originally pretty face is like a plowed field, and it is difficult to distinguish the true face.
The skin on the arm was combed off, and the flesh and blood piled up on the wrist, scattered in a circle, making people's scalp numb.
Even though Qi Liuhai's sister had no malicious intentions, looking at such a corpse with a layer of skin peeled off, everyone would inevitably feel disgusted.
"Did you hear anything at night?" The man with glasses took off his glasses and wiped his clothes, his tone was calm, but the paleness on his face couldn't hide, "I haven't fallen asleep in the room, but I have been I didn't hear any sound, if this player was really scratched to death by something... There shouldn't be a little movement during the process, at least, he will call for help, right?"
The wavy Yu Jie stood at the periphery of the crowd, with her arms folded, and said, "I'm in the next room, and I should be able to hear the sound most clearly, but it's been very quiet at night, and there are no strange noises."
"Speaking of the noise... Was there an earthquake around ten o'clock?" The short man reacted and asked the others for confirmation, "It's true that I didn't hear anything, but I felt that the whole room shook. Do you have that feeling?"
"Yes." The man with glasses put on his glasses again and nodded, "But the vibration was not that big, so I didn't notice it at the time."
Many players also nodded in agreement, expressing that there was such a thing.
Among the crowd, those with perplexed expressions were all sleeping very well, so they didn't feel the vibration.
"Has there been an earthquake?" Enjin happened to be standing by the door frame and asked Bo Ye who was beside him.
Bo Ye said indifferently: "I was shocked when Candi and I came back not long ago."
He asked again, "This girl doesn't have a roommate?"
Just as he was talking, the people behind him exclaimed, and the volume was almost broken: "Look quickly! Is there someone else there!"
The players looked in the direction his finger was pointing at.
In the corner of the ivy-covered wall crouched a dim shadow.
Because it is a corner where the light cannot reach, it is easy to be overlooked.
Bo Ye was the closest to the door, and slapped the lamp on the wall with a "snap".
The incandescent lamp "Zi La La" passed through the current twice, and the room was brightly illuminated.
Everyone could clearly see that the boy with the crew cut was huddled in the corner, his white clothes were covered with blood splatters, and his whole body was shaking like chaff.
"What... is he holding in his hand?" The short man also started to tremble for some reason, "It can't be... it can't be that he took the little girl..."
There was no response from the crowd, and they all stood at the door watching the strange scene in the room.
Xiaopingtou's face was as white as powder, and he was holding a steel brush soaked in blood red in his hand.
At this time, he raised his head and looked at the people at the door helplessly, with water in his eyes and trembling lips, he said: "I... I didn't mean it... Listen to my explanation..."
Before listening to the explanation, people felt a cold chill from the bottom of their hearts.
"I went to bed early tonight. Before going to bed, she was still tossing and turning on the upper bunk, saying that she was afraid, that she had a hunch that the thing would come to her, because the two players who patrolled with her last night were all dead. Things have no reason to let her go."
"I didn't take it seriously. If something happened, it would have happened long ago. Now it's been a day, and I feel safe in the room..." Xiaopingtou said incoherently with a blanket on his body, "But who knows, That thing is pervasive, there is no place in this prison that is safe... "
He held his head, looked around in panic, and continued tremblingly: "Then I fell asleep, and then... when I woke up, I found myself standing on the ground with an iron brush in my hand , and she... she..."
Xiaopingtou whimpered, and it was obvious that he was greatly stimulated.
He wiped his face to calm down, not wanting the blood on his face to become more terrifying.
"Then you guys came in, that's the way it is, I really don't remember anything, trust me!"
Xiaoping looked around, then hurriedly glanced at the faces of the players around him, eagerly looking for affirmation.
It's a pity that most people are still afraid of him, and their eyes unconsciously reveal guard and vigilance.
People only believe what they see with their own eyes. The image of the boy in front of him holding a steel brush and standing in the room covered in blood can't go away for a while, and they can't accept such a supernatural explanation.
"I understand..." Xiaopingtou knew that he was not convincing, so he lowered his head and wiped his face in frustration, "You must think I am crazy, I don't even believe these words when I say them."
"Do you have the habit of sleepwalking?" Enjin changed her stance, leaned back to the door frame, looked at Xiaoping and asked.
Since the accident, he has not had any emotional ups and downs from the beginning to the end, and he is so calm that he is not like ordinary people, so he has attracted a lot of attention.
"No! Absolutely not!" Seeing that someone could talk to him with such an ordinary attitude, Xiao Pingtou was very excited, and hurriedly proved his innocence, "I have never sleepwalked before, and my family has no genetic history of this aspect. I really don't know what happened. None of them know."
Gu Meng thought of the male ghost last night, and guessed: "Is it possible... that he was caught by that thing?"
There was a hissing sound from the crowd.
Can I still go up
Isn't this the end of the calf.
In the face of ghosts and gods, they will definitely not be able to play, and at the same time they will not be able to defend against them. Maybe it will be the rhythm of group destruction.
At this moment, a voice suddenly came from among the crowd: "Well... sorry, I'm really sleepy, so I'll go back to my room first."
After he said this, almost at the same time, most people also felt a burst of sleepiness.
"Do you think it's strange..." The short man yawned loudly, with tears in his eyes, and said, "I was still in good spirits just now, but now I'm so sleepy that I can barely stand."
He waved his hand and said, "Let's go, let's talk about something tomorrow morning, if we stay any longer, we will roll to the ground and sleep."
Gu Meng rubbed his eyes, also feeling unstoppable drowsiness, he immediately looked at the clock on the opposite wall.
Eleven forty-seven.
It was three minutes before zero o'clock, and it was time for the first group to patrol.
The second hand rotates one frame at a time, "tick tock", as if to say that the night game time has begun.
Among the crowd, only four players were still awake.
They looked at this and then at that, and even the little crew-head who had been stimulated quite a bit just now looked drowsy.
"Huh? You... you just left like this?" Seeing that most of the people were walking towards their respective rooms, a person who was still awake asked timidly, "How can I sleep with you after such a thing happened?"
Sister Yu pushed open the door of the next room, and walked in almost with her eyes closed: "I'm too sleepy, I can't bear it anymore."
After all the people in the corridor were cleared, the hour hand, minute hand, and second hand overlapped.
The four players in charge of guarding the first half of the night stood in the silent corridor, looking at each other.
The door of the cell where the person died had been closed, and there was only blood on the floor and door to remind them of what had happened.
"That kid is really fat." A man laughed awkwardly, trying to ease the atmosphere, "There is still a dead body inside, so he just went back to sleep."
The other looked around nervously, swallowed, and said, "It's not quite right, it seems... to put everyone else to sleep on purpose, so that it's easier to mess with us..."
He only spoke halfway, and the others trembled at the same time.
More spiritual.
"I won't go tonight." The last man wiped off his cold sweat and said in a firm voice, "The female prison guard didn't say what would happen if she didn't go on patrol, but if she went, she might be tortured and killed."
"It's not good." A female player was more cautious and advised him, "No one stopped patrolling in the past two days. Who knows what will happen if you violate the discipline. You'd better be careful."
The man seemed to have made up his mind, waved his hand and said, "I have experienced two games before, and I have experience. Sometimes, some rules are actually dispensable. You have to break them bravely, so as to save your life. "
Saying this, he convinced himself, and suddenly became relaxed: "I'm not going anyway, and it's not much safer outside. If you have to die anyway, it's better to die while you are asleep."
People who say that, actually have some confidence in their hearts.
The woman shook her head, ignored him, and said to her companion, "Let's go, let's go to the first floor first."
The companion nodded and followed along.
"Dude, you really don't plan to go on patrol?" The man's roommate was still a little uneasy and asked, "What if..."
"Don't worry about it!" The man was a little impatient, he obviously didn't want to dwell on this topic, and he said as he walked towards the room, "You can go if you want, anyway, I don't want to be scraped and hung on the vine tomorrow On the note, let's go, go to bed."
The roommate was in a dilemma for a moment, caught up with him, and said, "Hey, wait for me."
When Gu Meng and En Jin returned to the room, Peter Pan was already unconscious on the floor.
Seeing that the little boy was not sleeping on the bed, Enjin was satisfied and didn't find fault.
Even if you are too sleepy to keep your eyes open, you still have to prevent Pan Peter from rubbing against Gu Meng's bed.
Gu Meng rolled into the lower bunk, her head tilted and she was about to fall into a dark unconscious state.
He half-opened one eye, holding on to the last sliver of sobriety, and called out softly: "Enjin... turn off the light."
As soon as he finished speaking, another person rolled in beside him, unceremoniously pressing half of his body under him.
"No more." Enjin muttered softly, rubbed against Gu Meng's shoulder, found a comfortable position and stopped moving.
"Go to sleep on top." Gu Meng was so crushed that he couldn't move, and felt a slight headache, so he raised his hand to tap his back, "It's almost crushed to death."
"I can't go up, I'm too sleepy..." The soft voice became more and more blurred, she was so sleepy that she lost consciousness, and started talking nonsense, "I can't be crushed to death... Bo Ye didn't crush Tang Zhi to death..."
"... can this be the same?"
Gu Meng was also too sleepy to hold on, but she couldn't help Enjin.
When he closed his eyes, he inserted his hand into the hair at the back of Enjin's head, and tugged as if venting his anger.
It's a pity that he didn't have much strength, so the tugging and tugging turned into ambiguous scratching, again and again, as if coaxing Enjin to sleep.
Soon, Gu Meng also fell asleep with a head in her arms.
"Puff." "Puff."
In the silent room, the noise continued.
The man numbered last woke up suddenly, with a layer of sweat on his forehead.
He didn't move on his side, his eyes moved quickly.
Occasionally, a searchlight would sweep past the window, which could illuminate the cramped cell for a moment.
The man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief seeing that the room was as usual.
"Puff." "Puff." "Puff."
At this time, he noticed the sound coming from the upper bunk.
Hearing the sound, it seemed that the people above were pounding a pile of squishy things.
The man glanced up and down, and called softly: "Big Brother? What are you doing?"
The pounding sound stopped.
The man sat up hesitantly, looked up at the upper bed, and asked again: "What are you doing? You don't sleep in the middle of the night."
"Oh, you're awake." The brother on the upper bunk finally uttered a voice, and replied, "I can't sleep, I'm playing with something."
The man touched the back of his neck unconsciously, and felt that his roommate's tone of voice was a little weird, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, it was just that his speech was different from usual.
"What are you plugging in? It kept puffing and puffing, and it woke me up."
The man took a towel from the bedside, ready to wipe off his sweat, and asked casually.
He just wiped the cold sweat off his face when suddenly a drop of liquid fell on his face.
"What the hell..." The man had to wipe it again, turned over the towel to check, but it was so dark that he couldn't see anything clearly, he couldn't help muttering, "Brother, don't be so big, you are still drawing maps on the bedding at night ah… "
"Fun stuff," said the upper berth man at this moment, in an unusually calm voice, "do you want to see it?"
Hearing this, the man paused for a moment, and a chill crept up his back inexplicably.
His first reaction was to refuse. Hearing what the upper berth man said, it seemed that the upper berth was rushing to show him the thing.
I thought so, but for some reason, he said: "Yes... yes."
There was a creaking sound of the iron bed shaking from the upper bunk.
The man heard that the man stepped down on the horizontal bar beside the bed.
Immediately afterwards, there was a series of continuous collision sounds of "Galen Leng".
It was like the sound of many sticks scraping against the iron bars one by one.
"What are you doing?"
The man looked sideways.
The man on the upper bunk was already standing at the head of his bed.
The room was too dark, and the man could only see a group of dark figures standing straight beside him.
But I also feel that the edges of the black shadow are rough and rough, which is a bit strange.
"Brother?" For some reason, he suddenly felt a little apprehensive.
"You don't seem to be able to sleep either." The man on the upper bunk said, "Why don't we play together."
The man swallowed his saliva, already feeling something was wrong.
But he couldn't move while sitting on the bed, his legs were as soft as noodles: "Play... What are you playing?"
At this moment, the searchlight outside swept over again, illuminating everything in the cell.
At the head of the bed, the person on the upper bunk stared at him with a smile.
In addition, iron sticks were inserted from the neck down, dripping with blood, and the body was densely covered with almost no gaps.
Seeing this scene, the man suddenly seemed to be pulled out of his strength, and his scalp tightened.
He collapsed from exhaustion, opened his mouth, and his face was full of a collapsed expression.
"Look." The man on the upper bunk smiled more ferociously, stretched out his hand and pulled out a bundle of sticks from in front of him, and then poked them back without blinking, "It's very boring to insert like this."
"Puff." "Puff."
The man on the upper bunk stabbed himself with an iron stick, and the piece of flesh in front of him had long been blurred, and blood frothed between the beatings, turning into a pile of mud.
But that person was ignorant, and instead seemed to be doing something very interesting, enjoying it.
"Want to play together?"
The man's eyes were full of horror, and he gradually opened his mouth wide, but he couldn't make a sound.
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