Chapter 27 Labyrinth 9 "Wow! Everyone is here! Let's start playing...
"A third possibility?"
An Rao immediately turned around and looked at the screen of the slot machine. The three columns of patterns had stopped scrolling, and the result displayed on the screen was three identical patterns, but they were not the luck surrounded by gold stars, but three identical cartoon little boys wearing golden crowns, smiling at everyone with their toothless mouths, but their eyes were wide open. This was an expression that a normal human being would never make when laughing, and it made people's scalps numb.
All the players stared at the boy pattern in front of them in confusion. The three golden stars in the luck pattern represent good luck, but what do the three little boys represent? Are there new members?
Before everyone could start discussing the meaning of the little boy pattern, the world started spinning. When they opened their eyes, they found that everyone was standing in an unfamiliar house.
"Boss, do you know what's going on? Where did this house come from..." Su Ming shrank his neck and rubbed his arms, looking around with a sneaky look.
After waiting for a long time without getting a reply, Su Ming looked towards his boss, only to see that the boss of miracle stood straight with his whole body, his face ashen, and his expression very serious, like a flagpole. He didn't even have the interest to explore around as he had just arrived.
Su Ming:? What happened again?
This house, or more precisely, this villa, was too familiar to An Rao. It was more than familiar, and it was unforgettable. But why? An Rao stared blankly at everything that was so familiar in front of him. What on earth was this maze trying to do?
Seeing that the boss ignored him, Su Ming could only fend for himself. They were now all standing in the large living room of the house. The living room was very large and was divided into the main and secondary living rooms. Everyone was now standing in the circular sofa area of the main living room.
Unlike the elegant and luxurious main reception room, the secondary reception room was decorated in a very childlike manner, with colorful balloons stacked up and monster-shaped inflatable dolls everywhere. A round table was piled with unopened gift boxes of all sizes, and a huge red velvet cake was placed on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Next to the cake was a stack of exquisite fine porcelain tableware, but because the distance was too far, it was impossible to count how many sets there were.
Considering the golden crown on the little boy’s head in the picture, it should be that the little master of this family is going to hold a birthday party.
Next to the secondary living room are the stairs and kitchen. The stairs are thick mahogany stairs, and the kitchen is divided into Chinese and Western cooking areas. Although it is not known how many floors this house has, judging from the magnificent decoration, the little boy's family should be very wealthy.
"Boss, this looks like a birthday party." Su Ming reported cautiously.
"Yeah." An Rao didn't say anything else.
“Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding.”
The retro grandfather clock in the living room struck five times, and An Rao subconsciously looked towards the top of the clock. Soon, the dark green door on the top of the clock opened, and a small brown wooden cuckoo popped out.
"Cuckoo Cuckoo" the little brown woodbird called happily.
really.
An Rao quickly shifted his gaze to the staircase leading to the second floor.
"Dong, Dong, Dong--" As the cuckoo's call ended, the sound of children running and jumping on the stairs rang out. An Rao's back was extremely tense, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, even his fingertips were blue and white due to lack of blood due to excessive force. His eyes were fixed on the stairs, a trace of hatred flashed across his eyes, and soon it disappeared like a drop of water falling into the ocean, without a trace. An Rao's expression became even more indifferent.
By the time the humming little boy really appeared on the stairs, there was no sign of anything unusual on An Rao's expression. He behaved just like any other player present, confused and frightened, completely at a loss.
"Good children must remember to follow the rules during the ten minutes of playtime. Good children must unite and not leave their friends alone. Good children must pay attention to safety and never play with water or cigarettes. Uh-huh-huh, hahaha, la la la la..."
The lyrics of this song are very strange. It seems that the school's code of conduct was compiled into a song for students to memorize quickly.
The little boy humming the song looked to be about ten years old, with short curly hair. He was so fat that the hem of his short-sleeved shirt was turned up, revealing his dirty belly. In his hand, he was holding a plate of chocolate that had been eaten a lot of. He looked fat, greedy, and sloppy, and it was really hard to have a good impression of him.
And when the little boy walked out of the stairs and raised his head, everyone froze, and some girls even immediately covered their mouths to prevent themselves from screaming.
"What about him!"
"Shh!"
This boy has no face!
The place where the facial features should have been was a blank white. His whole face was like an unlit white paper lantern, pale and dull, blank and stiff. He seemed like a crudely made, unfinished doll. The producer had just taken a ball of white clay and kneaded it into a ball and then went on strike, only covering the white ball with a short hair to represent that this was the end to get the job done.
Among all the people, only An Rao's expression remained indifferent, without a trace of fear. In his eyes, the boy had a face, and it was a face that An Rao would find hard to forget. It was a nightmare that he could not wake up from, and it was a boulder that once crushed him. The boy's name was Dongdong, and he was his classmate when he was a child.
"Good children should remember to follow the rules during the ten minutes of playtime. Good children should unite and not leave their friends alone. Good children should pay attention to safety and never play with water or cigarettes..."
The faceless ghost boy hummed the nursery rhyme with strange lyrics as he walked to the secondary living room. Then he froze and immediately pounced on the coffee table in front of the sofa in the secondary living room, shaking the huge and complicated red velvet cake with decorations. The boy stretched out his fat, short and dirty fingers to scrape off a lump of cream and put it on his blank face. It was as if a scarlet and weird smile appeared out of thin air on his blank face, and the little boy immediately let out a satisfied sigh.
An ugly gap immediately appeared on the beautiful red velvet cake.
"Bang." Someone knocked over the decorations on the coffee table in the sofa circle, making a loud noise.
The faceless ghost boy "looked" over in the direction of the sound, and his eyes inadvertently met An Rao's for a moment. In just that moment, An Rao's heart suddenly felt as if it was pierced by billions of steel needles. The painful memories were like a surging tide, making him feel suffocated for a few seconds.
Seeing so many people suddenly appearing in the house, the faceless ghost boy tilted his head slightly, seeming a little confused, but instantly excited, and immediately bounced to the main reception room like a rolling meatball: "When did you arrive?!"
Everyone stared at the ghost child in front of them. The scarlet cream on his blank face had dried up, making him look even more eerie and terrifying under the red and white contrast. This blank face spoke with the childish voice of a typical little boy. This strong contrast that violated human cognition made people feel even more creepy. Everyone looked extremely nervous and no one dared to speak first.
The ghost boy didn't pay much attention to everyone's attitude. Instead, he stood on tiptoe and began to count the number of people carefully. Then he jumped up happily and said, "Wow! Everyone is here! Let's start playing games!"
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