"Why is it abandoned?" Li Tianyu couldn't help but ask, "Your town only has a population of less than ten thousand. The pharmaceutical factory should be one of the important sources of local income. You won't be held accountable just because a person died, right?"
What's more, with such an isolated background setting, she muttered something in her heart without daring to say it out loud.
The boss's expression was indifferent, but his eyes were sharp. He said: "Because it's haunted, miss. It's not like Pixie or Brownie, which will only get you splashed with water when you enter. It's a real evil." Ling, no entrepreneur would tolerate an average of five people dying a week in his factory, and the police are helpless."
"What about the church? Doesn't it have some... clergy?" Wen Zheliu asked.
The boss glanced at him: "There is no church, no, God abandoned this place, leaving only a group of ignorant people who were bewitched by demons."
Wen Zheliu couldn't help but look at He Qin for a second and exchanged a look.
—Same as the first world, it is a place where people believed in religion before, but later lost faith.
"So it stands to reason that his lair is where he died," Bai Jingxing looked out the window at the drowsy light, "that abandoned pharmacy."
Lin Miao nodded: "That should be the case."
"What about his body?" He Qin suddenly asked, "Where is his body?"
The old man spread his hands and said, "I don't know about that."
"Probably still soaked in the potion," Chen Feiluan sneered, "otherwise he would be so excited all the time, it would be like taking a chicken blood injection."
"Anyway, let's go first." Wen Zheliu said, while looking at the clock on the wall, "There are still six hours until midnight. If we can't counterattack now, we will miss a good opportunity."
"That's right." Du Zijun stood up and dusted off the soot. The desert | eagle flashed a deathly light under his leather jacket. "Burn down the lair, and maybe this hellish place can return to normal."
The hotel owner hesitated and said: "You... are you going to that pharmacy?"
Du Zijun looked back at him: "Why, can't we go to that place?"
He hesitated for a moment, then opened the drawer, took out a small photo, touched it cherishingly, and pushed it on the table.
"This is... her photo," the old man whispered. "She died at the Midnight Fun Show, but I could only watch with helpless eyes. There was nothing I could do... If you want to destroy this place, take her with you. Let her see it too."
The players looked at each other. Wen Zheliu stretched out his hand, put the fragile film into the inner pocket of his windbreaker, and said solemnly: "Okay, we will."
Everyone walked out of the office, and when they went downstairs, they met the waiter John, who had a confused look on his face.
"Why are you going to Mr.'s office?" he asked curiously.
Du Zijun turned his face coldly and blew smoke in his face indifferently: "We asked him to reduce the rent. Living in a hotel is such a waste, why do you have the nerve to ask for money?"
After saying that, he ignored the waiter who was choking and coughing, and went upstairs first with his chin raised. Wen Zheliu held back her laughter and pulled her sleeves to go around the waiter. The group of people walked to the second floor, roughly packed their props and backpacks, picked up the car they left behind last night, and set off in the direction of the pharmacy.
Nine people and four cars drove to the pharmacy in a majestic manner. Bai Jingxing's car and He Qin's drove in parallel and said speechlessly: "Can't we keep a low profile?"
He Qin casually bit a grass stalk in his mouth, showing a bit of carelessness. He raised his chin forward and said, "Did you see that? Tell him to be low-key. That would be really low-key."
In front, Du Zijun, wearing leather military boots and riding a silver-black Harley-Davidson motorcycle, shone brightly in the sun. The four exhaust pipes on both sides roared wildly, leading the way and galloping in the middle of the road, extremely arrogant.
Bai Jingxing: "...I'm not saying that you guys are all wild in your ways."
Wen Zheliu poked his head out from the passenger seat, smiled at Bai Jingxing and waved: "Too each other!"
Bai Jingxing remained silent, thinking to himself who is talking to you four weirdos about each other.
The pharmacy was far away from the center of the town, but a few cars powered up and reached the outside of the abandoned factory in just ten minutes. He Qin swung the rear of the car and parked it on the deserted sand. When he got out, he untied the knife belt and held the blade in his hand.
Wen Zheliu held his cane, Du Zijun loaded his gun, and the others got ready and sneaked into the factory gate.
"I said, don't we need to make some disguise?"
Li Tianyu heard this, and she sarcastically said: "It is inconvenient for them to move around during the day, so they can allow us to get here unimpeded. In this case, why do we have to be secretive and make ourselves unhappy?" ?”
Xie Yuanyuan smiled, and several people scattered around the factory to explore. In addition to old walls eroded by wind and sand, faded wall paint, and several completely dilapidated off-site facilities, they also found several A side door hung with rusty chains.
"Due to the third law of survival in horror movies, we probably shouldn't leave separately," Wen Zheliu shrugged, "However, after last night's experience, I think it's okay to leave separately."
Bai Jingxing exerted force with his hands, and the rusty lock ring was broken into several sections. He opened one of the doors and said in a deep voice: "Ah, of course."
He and Lin Miao walked to the door on the left, Xi Ling followed Li Tianyu and Chen Feiluan to the door on the right, and Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan walked to the middle door.
The companions all dispersed. Wen Zheliu and He Qin stepped through the withered yellow weeds and headed towards the small door under the pipe.
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"What is the survival law of horror movies?" He Qin asked casually.
Wen Zheliu replied: "Well, you just can't watch the tapes and videos you picked up from unknown places. You can't take care of strange passers-by in the middle of the night. Don't accept invitations from gay friends to commit suicide adventures. Don't hang out in mental hospitals and haunted houses where people are said to have died. , even if you get to that kind of place, you can’t be separated from your companions...etc."
He Qin smiled: "There are quite a lot of opinions."
The two used flashlights to walk through the dark, damp, narrow passages with stacked pipes. This place is obviously a maintenance point. There is a strange inorganic smell permeating the air. It is not too pungent, but if you smell it too much, you will always feel like your head is bloated when you smell broken willows.
He Qin suddenly stopped and scanned the front with his flashlight.
Wen Zheliu didn't stop, and slammed into his strong back muscles. The male's clear and strong breath suddenly hit the tip of his nose through the thick and soft cloth. Wen Zheliu couldn't hold it back. He leaned on it and took two deep breaths, finally feeling that his drowsiness had eased.
When he raised his head, he saw He Qin turning his head and staring at him with a flashlight in his hand, his glazed eyes filled with a narrow smile.
"Does it smell good?"
Wen Zheliu's cheeks turned red.
He hesitated for a while, then mumbled a vague "hmm" under the questioning gaze of He Qin.
"Little idiot." He Qin laughed softly, and his tone seemed to contain countless affectionate words, like cotton soaked in honey, stuck in his throat. He took out a filter mask from the package and hung it on Wen Zheliu's ear, "Why didn't you tell me if you felt uncomfortable?"
Wen Zheliu said in surprise: "Have you prepared a mask?"
"There is always something that smells bad in a place like this." He Qin replied lightly, "Look below."
Wen Zheliu adjusted his mask, glanced down, and found that they were standing on the stair platform at least five meters above the ground. Below them were all giant solvent storage tanks with open lids, filled with indiscernible color. Liquids, counting, there are more than a dozen.
"Are we... underground now?" Wen Zheliu asked in disbelief, "There are so many jars placed underground in the pharmaceutical factory..."
"The others should be up there." He Qin used a flashlight to scan the top and saw many dirty, sticky, lead-brown pipes densely covered above his head, like diseased blood vessels, densely dripping dirty water. "This maintenance point is directly connected to Underground area.”
Wen Zheliu frowned. Although he was disgusted, he still wanted to go and take a sample. "What are these, stimulant solution?"
He Qin gently held his wrist and stopped his urge to think about it, "It can't be the original liquid. A mere small factory cannot consume so much original liquid."
"That… "
"Don't worry about what these are now." He walked to the corner at the end of the stairs, squatted down, and placed something there. "The most important thing is that we are here to destroy this place."
Wen Zheliu was a little confused: "But solving the puzzle..."
"Killing happydawson can be considered as clearing this world, baby," He Qin'an picked up that thing and walked towards him, "Now its difficulty has been greatly increased. What we can do is to ensure that we can leave here alive. As for perfection, The goal of clearing the level can only be secondary.”
He passed his body, and Wen Zheliu finally saw clearly what he had placed. It was a cube with extremely even length and width. At a glance, it was estimated to have a volume of about 0.00 in. The orange-red main body was surrounded by a The circle is white, and the top is a mosaic of red, gray, and black blocks. It looks like a strange object that has been placed in the wrong dimension.
"This is... my world's version of TNT explosives?!" Wen Zheliu was surprised, "Where did you get it? There is no such thing in the current mall!"
"Teach you a little common sense, baby," He Qin poured the black fire | medicine inside into a continuous line - even the black fire | medicine that was supposed to be in powder form was in a mosaic state, "Go to the mall and find a shopping guide , tell her, 'gsc●', she may not pay attention to you the first time. If you say it a few more times, you will have the opportunity to spend 50 silver coins to buy a black market ticket, and then-"
Wen Zheliu was shocked: "You have so much to say, what kind of common sense is this? It's just a minor bug! And it's so shameless. Don't think I can't see that this is to pinch him! Also, How did you say that ●?!"
He Qin put down the third piece of TNT and said in a joking tone: "Don't worry about these details. Didn't you just say it?"
Wen Zheliu: "... I don't want to play with you anymore, you damn old monsters with authority."
While the two were joking, Wen Zheliu suddenly heard the sound of gunshots through the many pipes and a layer of ceiling!
"What's going on?!" he said anxiously.
He Qin's eyes sharpened, and he stood up suddenly, the sword trembling slightly on his waist.
"It seems that they encountered it first." He said.
The author has something to say: Pixie and Brownie are both elves in British fairy tales.
The "gsc [cube]" stem comes from The Legend of Zelda, which is the password for the secret shop of the Daughter Kingdom in Breath of the Wild. Here it is changed to "gsc●".
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