Chapter 51: Talking
The escape room game "Kowloon Hotel" tells the story of a man named Kowloon, who, due to his unique fate, is trapped beneath a hotel to bring wealth to its owner. Years of resentment allow him to gradually break free from the suppression of the formation, and he manipulates the chains that were meant to restrain him to kill the guests...
Tai Junxiong is the player assigned to the "Kowloon Hotel" scenario. He is the only one in the entire scene, and the chains controlled by the ghosts are almost all over the scene. He has tried every possible way to drag it out until now.
While escaping, he kept an eye on the task panel, watching the number of people decrease until only two people were left. He knew his chance had come.
If he can't kill ghosts, can he kill other players?
The main thing is that if Tai Junxiong stays in the scene, he will no longer be able to mediate with the ghost, and only death will be waiting for him.
Through the glass on the door, he could see the flashing lights outside from afar. He knew there was a ghost outside, but he didn't expect the danger to come so quickly. He ran into it as soon as he went out.
However, danger and opportunity coexist, and between him and the ghost is the other player he is looking for.
Although the player had been caught by the ghost, with blood all over his body and blood oozing from the corners of his mouth, and looked doomed to die, some ghosts liked to play with their prey slowly. If he encountered such a player, he would not be able to wait any longer. The ghost behind him was about to chase him out, and the chain on his right foot had been tightened to the point of almost breaking his bones. He could not hold on for another five minutes.
Tai Junxiong made a prompt decision to give the unfortunate player a quick death.
"Don't thank me, I will survive with your share..."
Before he could finish his words, the prop he threw out was stopped in mid-air.
Wen grabbed the hinge, and the sharp blade got stuck in his hand bones, cutting off nearly half of his palm. Blood flowed down, but he had no expression on his face, as if the person whose hand was cut off was not him.
Lin Han was held in front of Wen and avoided the fatal attack, but the prop that Tai Junxiong swung out with all his strength stirred up an invisible wind and cut his cheek, forming a hideous wound with flesh and blood protruding from under his left eye to the corner of his mouth.
It is no exaggeration to say that if he was any closer, Lin Han's eyes would be split open.
Blood was almost spurting out, and his mouth was full of the taste of blood. He couldn't tell whether the blood was flowing in from the cut on his cheek or overflowing from his throat.
Lin Han's arms were shaking with pain, his chest was aching as well, and the wound on his face made it impossible for him to open his mouth, but he stared with wide eyes at the man who clearly wanted to kill him.
That guy is a gamer.
Lin Han is also a player.
What is that smell?
Lin Han turned his head to look at Wen's face next to him. The distance between them was too close, so close that Lin Han could really see those messy black lines like wriggling skinny worms, crawling out from Wen's upper lip and then into his lower lip. The lip flesh in the middle was cut into pieces and was bloodless.
The lights in the corridor flickered suddenly. Lin Han saw the nervous and frightened look of the man not far away and heard his impatient mumbling.
"Damn it! Damn it! I can't handle two ghosts! Why? I should be the last one alive! Why don't you kill him!"
Lin Han finally realized that Wen was not a player, he was a ghost in the haunted house.
Wen told him that "ghosts only kill people who are alone", but he judged based on reality that two people were not safe, and at least three people would be enough, because he was alone from beginning to end.
Wen never said that he was a player, and he never lied to Lin Han.
Lin Han couldn't open his mouth.
The sound of the iron chains in the darkness became louder and louder. Tai Junxiong looked at the rapidly enlarging black shadow on the aisle inside the door, gritted his teeth and ran to the other end of the corridor.
A man and a ghost stood in front of him. He didn't know why the ghost not only didn't kill the player, but also blocked him just now. But he couldn't wait any longer and had to leave.
As long as he runs far enough, the ghosts that follow him out of the scene will let him go first and instead kill the players closer to him, so that he can survive to the end.
This is his only hope.
The lights flickered faster and faster, and suddenly went out. The corridor was pitch dark again, and the only sound was the sound of chains coming from the door.
Lin Han wanted to laugh.
Horror movies often have such a setting: when danger approaches, all light sources will become unstable.
Whether it is a table lamp, wall lamp, ceiling lamp, or even a candle, they are all deeply influenced by this popular setting and have to flicker suddenly to prepare for the dangerous surprise attack in the next second.
Lin Han himself had set up such a plot in the game, but from the time he entered the "haunted house" copy until just now, when the lights flashed all the way, he did not have even a moment to think that this was a reminder that there were ghosts around him.
“…”
He felt as if he had become less intelligent.
The footsteps of another player flashed past Lin Han. He had not yet figured out how to deal with the other party so that he could get the final victory - he didn't intend to think about the smell anymore, he couldn't figure it out.
At this time, Lin Han was still regretting that he should not have stopped Wen from locking the last door. Although it seemed to him that it was a futile effort at that time, it was better to do something that was not difficult. He could live a little longer because of it. If he did it now, he would have given up the chance of winning at the last moment.
It’s a pity that if I had known this earlier, it would have been too late.
If only I had locked the door.
Lin Han didn't dare to attack the other party. Even though this was just a game, he didn't dare to throw the scissors that the other party threw at him back to him. He didn't even dare to imagine it.
Compared with cutting the opponent's neck with a sharp weapon or smashing the opponent's head with an iron tool, eliminating the players who stayed inside by locking the door was a "killing" method that Lin Han could accept and had almost no psychological burden.
In the "new world" where there is only one chance to die, there is actually no difference between them, but everything is too real, so real that Lin Han feels that the "counterattack" in his fantasy is actually murder.
The knife he swung here was controlled by his own will, which made Lin Han feel that he had become a terrible and cruel person.
Lin Han, who would feel physically uncomfortable just by looking at those cruel and bloody scenes, simply couldn't understand why the player he met could be so complacent in wanting to kill him.
He didn't even hesitate when he threw the scissors.
Lin Han was in so much pain that he didn't even have the strength to stop the man from running away, but he was also angry, angry at the other party's cruel methods, so he reached out his hand in the direction of the footsteps, even if it was just to stop the other party and make him fall.
At this time, Lin Han had forgotten that there was a Wen by his side, and a ghost who for some reason did not kill him but helped him a lot.
He reached out, and he caught it.
The cloth, made of unknown material, was held tightly in Lin Han's hand. The player did not seem to be running, and the cloth was not pulled out of Lin Han's hand.
The corridor was pitch black, and Lin Han could not see anything except the touch of his hands.
So strange.
Lin Han was not someone who always asked questions, but at this moment, he was full of doubts. The player's first choice was to kill him, and escaping was second, but why didn't he move?
The light above his head came on again, and several blood-stained chains emerged from the wide-open door and extended towards Lin Han, but Lin Han didn't see them.
He tilted his head and looked in the direction where his hand was stretched out. He saw that his hand was grabbing a corner of brown clothes, and the owner of the clothes was held in Wen's hand.
"No!" Tai Junxiong roared in despair, the last syllable of his voice becoming lower and lower due to the pain, and finally it was stuck in his throat and could not be uttered at all.
He was taller than the ghost whose mouth was sewn shut and who couldn't make any sound, but at this moment he could only follow the opponent's force and stay where he was, slowly squatting down, but he had no way to avoid it. Under the huge force, his eyeballs became bloodshot and his skull made a creepy "crackling" sound.
The hand was clearly almost broken in two, but the five fingers were digging into his head like nails, and blood was flowing down, making it impossible to tell whose it was.
I want to die, die, die, die...
When his knees reached the ground, he could no longer squat.
Phew.
Along with the sound of flesh tearing, blood mist sprayed all over Lin Han's face, and splattered blood drops fell on his arm and collarbone, causing an unignorable pain.
Tai Junxiong, who was nearly two meters tall, was compressed into a pile of flesh less than half a meter. His hard skull stretched out his collarbone and ribcage, and was finally strung on his broken spine. Only a little black hair and white broken bones were exposed among his flesh and blood.
The smell of blood overwhelmed Lin Han, and he opened his mouth to spit it out.
Lin Han didn't actually see anything, but his nose and his ears, which were particularly sensitive at the moment, worked together to add to his imagination, reconstructing the actions behind every sound.
The light was not out, but someone covered his eyes. Everything was blurry, as if there was a layer of glass covered with water vapor.
Everything in front of him was red, the ground was red, and when he lowered his head, he saw his own body was red. He seemed to see Wen's arm around him, which was also red. He looked up again, and in Wen's direction, it was also red. He tried for a long time to distinguish where Wen's facial features were.
He was almost suffocated by the smell of blood, and he almost vomited with his head tilted back.
At this moment, he was glad that there was a piece of frosted glass in front of his eyes, and everything he saw was a block of color.
But before he could calm down, Wen's face started to move.
Wen's face was almost expressionless, and the only sounds he made were those two "hush" sounds that didn't require much expression, so Wen's face shouldn't move.
But now the color blocks on the face were moving up and down, and new, darker red and black blocks were falling down, landing on Lin Han's face and hands, it was hot blood.
Smell is talking.
The black lines tore his lips apart, tearing them into bloody and shattered pieces, turning them into a dizzying black hole.
He said: "Because I spoke to you, they want me to lose my voice. I accept this punishment."
He said: "No one will accept him like I do. They are much worse than me."
He said, "Goodbye."
As the last word fell, a long sigh came to Lin Han's ears. It was not Wen's sound. The sound seemed familiar, but at this moment Lin Han could not remember when he had heard it.
He didn't know if it was his own illusion, but he also heard the sound of a dungeon being cleared. The person who had been hugging him disappeared, and he fell backwards, about to fall to the ground, his eyes wide open with only a blank look in his eyes.
Alfred caught him.
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