Seeing this, the man stood up and wanted to fight again, but was kicked down by Ning Que again.
Ning Que glanced at Xiao Li who was watching the excitement on the third floor. He was so scared that he staggered and immediately knocked on the door of a room, "Dong Dong Dong".
"Let's continue chatting!" Ning Que picked up the man and pushed him onto a chair. After patting his shoulder, the man's face changed and gradually turned the color of liver.
Everyone was present, and even a few who were not convinced still submitted to Ning Que's force. Xiao Li stood timidly aside, occasionally bringing her tea and snacks from the long table.
Ning Que looked around at the nearly 70 people present with considerable interest, then fixed his gaze on the old man with the bird's nest head, with whom he had previously chatted briefly. "What's your name?"
The old man was not afraid of anyone and scratched his hair. "I am just an old man, a sex official, and my nickname is Porcupine."
Ning Que heard the noise nearby and took Xiao Li's cup and threw it to the ground. The splashing water hit the face of the man who had been mumbling at the beginning. "I just want to leave this place. You'd better be quiet."
Si Lao also watched with great interest, fiddling with a pair of round beads in his hands. "You want to leave here? I suggest you ask who else wants to leave here?"
A bruised man, shoved and shoved by those around him, finally gave up, his face swearing to die. "I don't want to leave here! It's so wonderful here! Every day I can eat things I couldn't eat before, and there are all kinds of beautiful women. Except for not being able to go out, this place is simply heaven."
Seeing that Ning Que didn't make any move and instead listened to him quietly, several people nearby also spoke up, "That's right, those women are all materialistic. How could they be interested in an ordinary person like me?"
"My girlfriend and I had been together for five years, and I treated her very well. But she married a civil servant just for a 50,000 yuan betrothal gift."
"I'm just a homebody. I don't care whether I can go out or not. This place is pretty good. There are all kinds of entertainment facilities."
"No one at home cares about me, and there are quite a lot of people here."
The whole venue became more and more noisy, and everyone expressed their opinions.
Xiao Li whispered in Ning Que's ear, "Sister, that guy is wearing a white short-sleeved shirt, black trousers, and black and white Nike shoes."
Ning Que stuffed the last bite of velvet cake into his mouth, and the fork suddenly stuck into the ground, shaking and making a buzzing sound.
The whole room fell silent, with only a few clear sounds of swallowing saliva being heard.
The lazy voice carried a hint of firmness. "Is there nothing unique?"
Several men in the crowd looked embarrassed. They looked around frequently and then lowered their heads uncomfortably.
Si Lao suddenly mentioned a few foreigners, "Don't our friends over there have anything to say? We're very friendly, so it's okay to talk."
The old man who rang the bell for Ning Que folded his handkerchief and placed it on his chest. "Ma'am, I think it's fine here for me. It would be nice to go out, but I'm afraid my family will be scared to death or I'll find myself a zombie."
Ning Que touched his neck, turned around and left, "Let's disperse, you guys aren't doing anything interesting. I'll let you know, I'm going to set a fire later, so be careful and don't sleep too deeply."
"Why should I listen to you just because you let me go?" The shirtless, older brother-like man rubbed his neck.
Ning Que turned around and said in a very coquettish tone, "Since you all want to stay here, then I will have to go through a lot of trouble to get out. I have no choice but to disturb you all."
"Wouldn't it be better for you to stay here, woman? If this place is gone, we'll all have to go back." Ning Que happened to hear the loud complaints from the crowd.
The man had a very thin face, his hair was long and shiny and covered his ears, his complexion was very listless, he didn't look tall, and he was covered from head to toe with logos of various brands.
Ning Que thought about it, and seemed to compare him with the man who mentioned his girlfriend. Holding up her long skirt, she walked towards him slowly but firmly step by step.
The people around couldn't help but separate and watch silently.
He swallowed and couldn't help but take a few steps back, but found that there was no shelter behind him. He turned around and looked around, only to find that he was as conspicuous as the white spot on the head of a bald man.
"What are you looking at? What's the matter? You dare to speak but not to take responsibility." Ning Que said sarcastically, "It's still some time before bed, let's have a fight."
The foreign old man was not afraid of trouble. "Don't you Chinese have a saying, 'No friendship without fighting'? It's okay for you to fight."
"What do you mean your girlfriend is materialistic? It's because you haven't worked hard enough! I think your girlfriend must have been blind to find a piece of trash like you in the garbage dump."
“You, you…”
Ning Que was full of energy. "What do you mean by 'you'? You're covered in brands. It seems like you wish your parents could turn you into a brand logo."
He seemed to have thought of something. "I'll do my best to satisfy her whatever she wants, but a 50,000 yuan betrothal gift is like selling my daughter!"
"It's only 50,000 yuan. She's been with you for five years, and you can't even save 0.02 yuan a day. You're so lol. Your kindness is just saying, 'Good night, baby,' every day."
I don’t know if something touched a sore spot on him, but the pimples on his face were trembling, and he could only mumble, “It’s just a woman.”
Ning Que smiled and said, "Then I'll show you a woman's courage."
After saying that, he immediately opened the wine bottles on the table that were written in various foreign languages and threw them against the wall. The strong smell of alcohol immediately came out, and the transparent wine seeped into the patterned wall.
Ning Que smiled, took out his lighter and tossed it in the air, then immediately rushed over and smashed the remaining bottles of wine on the ground. As soon as the wine was used up, several new bottles of wine, exactly the same as the original ones, immediately appeared on the table.
The sweet aroma of wine drifted in the air as flames continued to rise. The warm orange light danced on everyone's body. Everyone stood there in a daze until someone shouted, "Fire!" Everyone came to their senses. After all, they had been here for so long and had never encountered such a situation.
Ning Que watched them tap dance, humming a song, and asked, "Master Si, do you want to go back to bed?"
He tugged at the sleeve of his tracksuit and said, "Come back! My wife is waiting for me in the room. Let's make an appointment to talk tomorrow."
"Whatever time you want, I'm fine with it." After closing the door, Ning Que touched his ear and patted Honghong, "Honghong, I think you'll have to work hard tonight."
As Ning Que fell asleep in the room, a fine white mist sprayed out from the mouth of the table lamp beside the bed.
The dormitory door opened, and one, two, three dark figures slipped in. Their voices seemed to come out from between teeth, "Are you sure you want to do it?"
"It's a good deal. Killing her will give each of them an extra ten years of life."
“I, I…”
"What do you mean by 'I'? It's not like I haven't done this before."
The room was hung with dense red threads, from the entrance all the way to the bedside. The bright red and shiny threads flowed through the room like the meridians in the human body.
Ning Que was lying on the all-white sheets, her soft black hair cascading down onto the white pillow like a waterfall. Red strands of hair mingled with her hair, much of it escaping from the sheets and hanging high on the ceiling. She looked like a doll being manipulated, or like a dead person being prepared for a funeral.
The man in the black mask held a shiny kitchen knife in his hand. He stared blankly at the scene before him and swallowed. "What's going on?"
Another slime-like man didn't care. "The room can't be transformed according to everyone's wishes. Maybe this woman was scared and made this thing. It should be like an alarm. If we encounter it, it might alert this woman."
Another monkey-like man in a tracksuit was playing with a blade in his hand. "Even if she tied us up, three grown men like us wouldn't be able to break free. Hurry! She's asleep. If she wakes up, we won't be able to defeat her."
The fat man's face was covered in a layer of oily sheen from the night light in the corridor. He touched his nose with his hand, which was also covered in oil. He used his hand to push away the red thread, "Hey, it's okay. Maybe it can scare us."
As soon as he finished speaking, red lines rushed towards him like a tide. The other two men watched helplessly as the red lines were twisted into his wrist. The slight splash of blood sprayed on their faces, and then they were wrapped in large strands of red lines like sweet and sour pork, hanging under the lamp, as if waiting to be fryed in oil.
They follow the orders of the house. If someone wants to leave or instigates something, the room number of the person to be killed will appear on the wall of some rooms. The room owner only needs to complete this task to receive the house's reward. If the person to be killed is not killed successfully, the house will continue to issue tasks until the person is killed successfully.
Ning Que is honored to be on this list.
The two men were terrified, their facial muscles trembling constantly. They touched the warm blood on their faces, their mouths gurgling as if boiling water, and their legs trembling.
One of them reacted first and wanted to rush out, but at some point the door handle was also wrapped with red ropes that kept wriggling. The brown-red wooden door was covered with red ropes tangled together like ivy. It was really like there was a tiger in front and a wolf behind.
The man who reacted first kicked the door hard, hoping to break it down and escape, but the red line immediately wrapped around him like a poisonous snake ready to strike, and the blue veins on his calves struggled desperately like dried-up earthworms.
This guy was quite ruthless. He immediately snatched the kitchen knife from the man next to him and chopped his kneecap four or five times. At the same time, he took out a small bottle of spray from his pocket and sprayed it on the wound.
Beads of sweat as big as beans fell to the ground like rain.
The man wiped the sweat off his head and his tone became fierce, "Fuck, this little girl, she's dead asleep, and she's still doing so many weird things. I'm going to kill her today."
The man next to him looked at him tremblingly, "Why don't we just forget about it this time? As long as we don't cross the red line, we'll definitely be able to get out by the next day."
The man's eyes burst, his lips turned pale, and he went crazy. "No, I must kill her, so that I can get my legs back."
The red rope pulled the broken leg closer to its own range like a child protecting its food, and then the outline of the package became smaller and smaller, until it finally took the shape of a leg bone.
The thin man saw Ning Que being slowly and straightened up in the air by a red rope. His bright red dress looked as if it was dyed with blood. The golden patterns were entangled with the red rope like a living thing, creating a radiant and colorful painting.
There was no wind in the room, but her hair blew for no reason and her eyes were closed.
The man with a broken leg slapped the thin man on the shoulder, stuffed his kitchen knife and fruit knife into his hands, and urged him, "Hurry up! One stab and we'll all be free. She made these red ropes. If she dies, we can all get out."
"I...I don't dare." The thin man's legs were shaking like chaff. Suddenly he felt a chill on his lower back. When he turned around, he saw that he was as crazy as a drug addict.
His mouth was foaming with saliva. "If you don't go, I will kill you immediately."
He watched the woman float over quickly, then suddenly opened her eyes, and the vertical pupil of one of her eyes was like a sharp knife stabbing into their hearts.
She...she is not human!
The sharp fear instantly frightened them. They were like mice running around in the dark, forgetting the red rope on the door. They hurriedly turned the door open and ran out.
The man with the broken leg fell to the ground and rolled forward sideways.
The door slammed against the wall. The doorway was empty and the red rope was no longer there. Ning Que heard the ghostly howlings of ghosts and wolves floating outside. He lifted his hair, loosened his dress which was a little tight, and then made an eerie "hehe" sound.
He quietly closed the door, ran onto his bed barefoot, and got under the quilt.
After thinking about it, I grabbed a laundry basket from my bathroom and ran out again. I looked at the time and it was already past midnight, so I ran all the way to the kitchen.
Pushing open the glass door, you will see a kitchen decorated in European style. After turning on the lights, it looks magnificent. On the right is a double-door refrigerator.
Ning Que stood on tiptoe to open the cupboard. Inside were neatly stacked gold-rimmed plates, but it was not what she wanted. After opening three or four cupboards in succession, she finally found what she wanted.
She shook her dirty clothes basket, swept all the oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, chili sauce and other things into it, and hurried up to the connection.
The pure white boundary was dazzlingly bright. Under the illumination of the staircase lights, it looked like flowing pure white magma. Ning Que could faintly see the flowing lines.
Cough cough cough, what's going on? Ning Que swayed for a moment and found that one of his feet was already hanging above the white surface. If he took another half step, he might have fallen.
Ning Que took a few steps back suddenly, opened his things in a flash, quickly unscrewed the lid of the seasoning, and then threw it down with a clang.
Plop, plop, a steady stream of condiments were thrown in: brown-black soy sauce, black oyster sauce, red and white chili sauce...all kinds of colors jumped down.
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