Chapter 35 Labyrinth 17 Smoke! Holy shit! Is this considered smoke?! …
"Little bunny, come out! I found you!"
An Rao's breathing became rapid and he held Su Ming's hand tightly.
"Come out! Come out and play! Open your presents!"
The sound began to fade away, and it seemed that no one noticed anything unusual in the storage room.
Dongdong left, An Rao breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes gently. It was effective for two people to hide in a cardboard box.
"Little rabbit?" Dongdong's pale but fleshy face suddenly appeared in front of the gap in the cardboard box. "I found you! Come out quickly!"
An Rao's heart was pounding. He tried to hold his breath and stared at Dongdong's stiff face through the gap.
The faceless ghost boy waited patiently for a while, then stood up with some disappointment and turned away. Before An Rao could breathe a sigh of relief, Dong Dong seemed to remember something and turned around again, staring at An Rao through the cardboard box with an expressionless face, as if he had seen through An Rao's tricks a long time ago and felt regretful that he could not kill the prey directly due to the rules.
After a long time, no one knew what happened. Dongdong's round body seemed to teleport and disappeared without a trace in an instant.
After surviving the calamity, An Rao didn't even dare to spare a second to celebrate. His mind had already begun to rapidly summarize. Although the two large cardboard boxes were not very obtrusive in the storage room, they were definitely not hidden so that no one could detect them. If it was a normal hide-and-seek game, the "ghost" would definitely open the cardboard boxes to see if there was anyone inside. But Dongdong didn't open the boxes even when he walked up to him. This only proved that although the little ghost Dongdong was scary, he could only play the game according to the rules of death. As long as the rules of death were not triggered, he could not kill anyone even if he was close. He was bound by the rules.
But why did he suddenly disappear? What was his purpose in looking at me like that?
The player in the opposite room who was tiptoeing among the antique shelves had cramps in his toes from standing on tiptoe for so long.
"Hiss——" He breathed silently and moved his feet gently in an attempt to relieve the pain of the cramps.
But before his twitching toes could return to normal, a shadow appeared in front of him.
"Hi, little rabbit! Do you want to eat cake?" A pale head without facial features suddenly appeared in front of him.
"ah!!!!"
The room fell silent.
The screams from the opposite room attracted An Rao's attention, but unfortunately the antique shelf was in An Rao's blind spot and he could not see anything.
Someone should be dead, but I don’t know what death rule this player violated.
Through the small gap in the cardboard box, An Rao watched Dong Dong's fat and round figure reappear in his field of vision. Like all innocent children, he hummed a song and walked out of his father's study happily holding his favorite toy he had just received. However, this favorite toy was a living person made of corrugated paper. A living person! An Rao silently looked at the horrified expression on the face of the cardboard man, which was frozen on the stick figure's facial features.
Phew, that ghost kid finally left. Seeing the faceless ghost kid carrying the player who had turned into a paper man out of the room, one of the players hiding under the desk breathed a sigh of relief. His tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and he leaned against the wall of the desk.
"Da." A light sound rang in his ears, which was extremely harsh in the quiet room. His head buzzed and his breathing suddenly became rapid. He did not dare to but had to turn his head little by little to look at the source of the sound. He actually leaned against a small ignition device, which seemed to be the place used by the owner of the house to bake sealing wax. A small light blue flame was burning gently beside him, looking very harmless.
What did the sick player say before? Don't get close to water or smoke. But this is fire, so it should be okay. The player breathed a sigh of relief, and through the small flame, he smiled at the other player who was clinging to the other side of the desk, looking at him and the flame with horror, and mouthed: "This is fire, it's okay."
In the quiet room, the light blue flame continued to burn quietly, occasionally jumping and crackling out a small orange-red spark due to gas impurities.
"Puff." Perhaps the fuel was finally exhausted. The small light blue flame struggled and flickered a few times before going out. Instead, wisps of green smoke came out of the ignition port.
Cigarettes! Holy shit! Is this considered cigarettes?!
But a player has already died in this room! And the ghost kid has already left! There is no reason for him to come back after leaving!
The player immediately pressed the wisp of green smoke with his fingers, and the smell of burnt flesh wafted into the room. The player who was sitting facing him, pressed tightly against the table leg, opened his eyes wide with horror and looked behind him.
No, no, the death quota in this room must be full! How could they choose this room to kill people when there are so many people outside? No way!
An unpleasant smell of urine spread out. What a cowardly teammate!
The foul smell was like a death knell, heralding a fact that had to be acknowledged. The man who lit the fire began to tremble all over, and looked back one by one. He saw a tall cardboard man standing quietly behind him. The cardboard man's face was still filled with fear and pain, but there was a hint of gloating.
Great that you're finally here!
Ah, it's not the ghost kid! It's just a cardboard figure. The player breathed a sigh of relief and said jokingly, "Hey, man, you scared me! Did the little ghost send you to patrol the mountain?"
After saying that, he reached out to fold up the paper man, but the moment he touched the paper man, his whole body began to tremble violently, as if a powerful machine was constantly sucking away his flesh and blood.
An Rao sat in the cardboard box and watched the whole process of the players turning into cardboard people. Soon, two cardboard people walked out of the room hand in hand, and the cardboard made a rustling sound as it rubbed against the floor. Even though the stick-drawn features on the face of the cardboard person who lagged behind were twisted together, it was still possible to tell that he had experienced inhuman pain and fear in the process of turning into a cardboard person.
The rain was still falling, and there were only three minutes left before the end of the ten-minute play time during class. An Rao felt a little relieved. It seemed that Dongdong would not be able to catch all the players in one fell swoop. As long as he could ensure that he did not break the rules and survive until the ten minutes were up, he could survive!
"Damn it, this rain is never going to stop!" The big guy squatted behind the cabinet with an impatient look on his face, "My feet are numb from squatting."
"Look, big brother, there are only three minutes left, it will be over quickly." Zhang Yong comforted in a voice that only the two of them could hear, but his eyes kept glancing at the corner under the skylight.
The rain outside the window showed no sign of abating. Water had begun to seep in through the skylight, flowing silently along the slanted ceiling to the corner of the wall. In just a few minutes, a small puddle of water had accumulated in the corner, sparkling in the light reflected in the corridor.
"Damn, ten minutes is so fucking long. I can't even feel my legs anymore!" The big man cursed under his breath.
Zhang Yong touched the snake-shaped mark on his wrist, and the whispers in his ears were still echoing in his mind.
"You failed. I don't need trash. Prove your worth to me."
"Kill him, and I will generously grant you my gift."
“I can choose him too.”
What kind of gift is this…who is he?
But who cares? In this completely unreasonable place, gods and ghosts are obviously much more useful than humans!
"Brother, don't move. Don't move even if your legs are numb!" Zhang Yong said anxiously with pretended concern.
"I've told you before, don't be alone and don't go near water or smoke, and you'll be fine. What the hell are you afraid of, you coward? Weren't you very good at confronting people before?" The big guy looked up, he despised this kind of loser who could only yell the most. If he couldn't be alone, he would definitely push this guy out to hell.
"Oh, I'm pretty capable now." After saying that, Zhang Yong pushed the big guy hard towards the puddle.
The invisible man's advice was very good, and it coincided with what he had thought before. The skylight was damp, and he discovered this problem as soon as he entered the door. When it rained heavily, it would inevitably leak, so at the beginning he asked the big guy to move to the side where there might be a leak. If there was a leak at that time, he would push the man into the water. In this way, the two of them would not violate the rule of being alone behind a cabinet, and he could also prevent him from violating the death rule of not getting close to water. Perfect!
With three thousand points, every reduction in competitors is a win.
The big guy, whose legs were numb, had no time to react and lost his balance, falling directly into the puddle.
"Fuck! You're fucking hurting me! I'm going to kill you!" The big guy was angry and scared. He got up from the ground and dragged his numb legs towards Zhang Yong.
"Oh, my little rabbit, you are hiding here!" An innocent child's voice sounded behind the big guy, "Come down and blow out the candles with me!"
The big guy's murderous back suddenly stiffened, and then he trembled uncontrollably. He immediately turned around and knelt in front of the faceless ghost boy with a plop: "Please, I beg you, don't kill me, I'm willing to do anything for you, please let me go!"
"Bang bang bang!" The big guy kowtowed hard to the faceless ghost boy and begged for mercy. Soon, the floor was covered with blood.
"Why would I kill you?" The faceless ghost child tilted his head in confusion and looked at the person in front of him who was shaking with fear. "I'm inviting you to celebrate my birthday with me!"
Suddenly, the faceless ghost child seemed to understand what the big guy meant. He slowly stood up and his innocent voice turned cold and terrifying: "You mean, you don't want to celebrate my birthday with me?"
"No, no, I... I'm not..." The big guy was speechless and kept shaking his head and waving his hands, with tears streaming down his face.
"Then let's go down!" The faceless ghost boy came over happily and held the big guy's hand.
Zhang Yong hid behind a large cabinet, watching the big guy who was originally as tall and strong as a bear, but soon became flat like a deflated inflatable doll. He looked light and thin, but he could clearly hear the sound of hard human bones being squeezed and deformed and then broken, "crunch, crunch, crunch...", and then "click" it fell to the ground. A living person turned into a thin corrugated cardboard human-shaped board, and the paper water on one side of the body was shiny, which was the water that was stuck when he was pushed into the puddle.
The faceless ghost boy looked at the corrugated cardboard man lying on the ground with surprise and joy: "Wow, this man is so big!" Then he hummed a song, twisted one of the cardboard man's feet, and happily dragged the cardboard out of the door.
"Hiss——" Zhang Yong's wrist felt painful as if bitten by a poisonous snake. He looked down at his wrist, and with the light coming in from the corridor, he saw that a piece of black snake scale on the black snake mark wrapped around his wrist had turned golden.
"If you kill a person, you will get a golden scale. A golden scale means you have one more life. This is my generous gift to you." The whispers were like the wind, and they disappeared in an instant after they were spoken.
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