The shop owner was plotting against Chen Ge, but Chen Ge was also plotting against the shop owner.
Three of the four people were hit. The shop owner felt that he had the advantage in numbers and could start the attack. He didn't know that 99% of the fighting power of the people in front of him was on Chen Ge alone.
The reason why Chen Ge did not act rashly after entering the restaurant was that he was afraid of the store owner's backup plans, such as the police gun and the red clothes in the refrigerator.
Now both sides felt that they had the initiative, so smiles appeared on their faces.
"It's possible that the other party has hidden his gun. He has limited bullets and may not use it until the critical moment. So I must take the initiative and disable his hands before he can react, so that he can't shoot."
Chen Ge's way of dealing with problems is very simple. In order to prevent accidents from happening, he often solves the problem directly from the root cause.
"Give up resistance. We have no ill intentions. We just want you to play a little game with me." The shop owner thought he had taken the absolute initiative. He said with a relaxed expression: "I believe you have realized that there is something wrong with the chair. The toxins on it will gradually make you lose your resistance, and then die after enjoying extreme pain."
The shop owner took out a transparent glass cup from his pocket, blood was flowing in it: "I only have one bottle of potion here. Among the four of you, only one can survive."
"I'm not poisoned, your threats are useless to me." Chen Ge unzipped his backpack and reached his hand inside.
"You will be the same as them soon. I advise you not to do meaningless things, so as not to lose limbs and affect your subsequent gaming experience." The fat on the shop owner's face trembled with excitement. He seemed to particularly like watching living people killing each other. The feeling of crushing all the beauty and trampling on the ground made him feel very good.
"Games? What games do you want to play?" Chen Ge was very interested in games. His haunted house needed more interesting entertainment methods. Ordinary entertainment games were not compatible with the atmosphere of a haunted house, but the games spoken by a murderer were different.
The terrifying and gloomy haunted house, coupled with the games that the murderer likes to play, Chen Ge already imagined the screams of the tourists.
"There are many, such as cutting cakes, grabbing chairs, hide-and-seek, etc." The fat boss felt that he had the overall situation under control. He patiently described those games to Chen Ge.
The cruel game rules and the perverted game experience made Chen Ge feel uncomfortable just by listening to them: "If we copy them completely, tourists might end up in the emergency room. However, some of the game ideas are still pretty good."
"Tourists? What are you talking about?" The fat boss and the cook were only a few meters away from Chen Ge.
"Sorry, I have a lot of friends with me, so I am used to talking to myself." Chen Ge did not explain to the fat boss the relationship between having a lot of friends with him and talking to himself. He had already squeezed out the fat boss's potential value and was ready to tear off his disguise.
"You are outnumbered and have powerful weapons. Although I don't have much chance of winning, I will not sit still and wait for death." Chen Ge gritted his teeth with a ferocious expression.
"In fact, compared to using poison, we prefer hunting living lives. The more you struggle and suffer, the more excited we are!" The fat boss couldn't stop laughing, his body shaking like a shaking mountain of meat.
"The more the victim struggles, the more excited you get?" Chen Ge waited until the fat boss came up to him before he suddenly smiled: "That's great, I'll make you excited enough today!"
Throwing away his backpack, Chen Ge grasped the hammer handle that was like a spine with both hands, raised it high, and swung it towards the fat boss' chest.
"puff!"
Chen Ge had confirmed that the fat boss was alive because the blood he spat out was still hot.
"Are you excited now?!"
Considering that fat might have a shock-absorbing effect, Chen Ge used all his strength. The fat boss's huge body could not withstand it and was directly knocked over.
Without stopping for a moment, before the cook at the back could react, Chen Ge quickly stepped forward and broke both arms and one leg of the fat boss with a hammer.
Even though he had the upper hand, Chen Ge would not let his guard down. He was not sure whether the fat boss had a hidden gun, so he adopted the safest method.
Both his arms were broken and he lost both his hands. Even if he had a police gun, he couldn't fire it.
Fierce, decisive, cunning, and cautious, this was the impression Chen Ge left on the chef. He was even thinking about what dishes to make with these customers, and the next moment his boss was so angry that he vomited blood!
What kind of despicable person must be to hide such a big hammer in a backpack and carry it with him!
The cook's pupils twitched uneasily, and the boning knife in his hand looked like a toy compared to the opponent's hammer.
He was frantically thinking of a countermeasure in his mind. When he looked up, he accidentally made eye contact with Chen Ge.
The ferocious and terrifying look in his eyes made people shudder. When he thought Chen Ge was going to say something to him, who would have thought that Chen Ge would just rush over with a skull crusher in his hand, without saying a word, and there was no trace of flaws.
It happened too fast, the body already felt the pain before the brain could come up with a solution.
The boning knife in his hand fell to the ground, and the cook watched his arm drop limply and his fingers loosen powerlessly.
"I……"
The cook wanted to speak, but Chen Ge did not give him the opportunity. He was too cautious. Before he had complete control of the situation, he would not talk nonsense and would not let the enemy talk to disturb him.
After a few more blows, the cook was knocked to the ground.
"Okay, now you can speak. Tell me, where is the antidote that can restore their ability to move?" Chen Ge took the antidote from the fat boss first. He looked at the blood inside and thought of the scene when he fought against the Ghost Story Association in the Living Coffin Village a long time ago. At that time, Wu Fei also had a bottle of blood in his hand.
"I……"
"Don't be fooled by him!" The cook was about to speak when the fat boss immediately shouted.
"I haven't made any promises to you yet, and I never lie." Chen Ge squatted in front of the fat boss and began to search him. The cook's face turned red, and he didn't say a word.
"If I were you, I would definitely not give this bottle of medicine to them." The fat boss's arms were broken, his chest was sunken, and blood was still coming out of his mouth. He looked very miserable, but his attitude was very tough.
"Why?" Chen Ge knew the fat boss's trump card. The other party might still be waiting for the old man to use his teeth to call out the red-clothed man to clear the scene.
"Can you believe what the enemy says? Actually, this is a bottle of poison. I want to enjoy your most desperate expressions. I will let the four of you kill each other. When there is only one person left, I will give the poison to him and enjoy him slowly dying." The fat boss spoke in a crazy tone. His voice was loud and he kept glancing at the location of Room No. 1.
"What a coincidence. I also like to appreciate the desperate expressions of the living." Chen Ge reached into his pocket and took out a piece of black cloth. He opened it in front of the fat boss. Inside was a number of polished teeth: "You always look into that room. Is it because there is this thing in that room?"
The fat boss was instantly speechless. He wanted to hide his inner shock, but he couldn't control his facial expression at all.
"Tell me, where is the antidote?" Chen Ge swung the skull crusher: "My patience is limited."
The shop owner and the cook were silent. After a minute or two, the shop owner slowly spoke: "I can tell you where the real antidote is, but you have to promise to leave us two a way out. Take the antidote and leave quickly."
"No problem. Frankly speaking, I have no interest in you two." Chen Ge was telling the truth. Everything he did was for the red-clothed girl in the restaurant.
"The antidote is stored in a special place. I'll take you there myself." The shop owner looked annoyed and uneasy, as if he had given up: "Can you help me?"
Chen Ge broke both of his arms and one of his legs with a hammer, and now he had only one way to move.
"Don't play tricks. Tell me the place first and I'll consider whether to take you there." After searching behind the fat boss and the cook, Chen Ge found another bottle of antidote. In his opinion, those two bottles of antidote should be prepared by them for himself.
"Okay, I'll tell you, it's in the drawer of the third room on the left on the second floor." The fat boss seemed to have accepted his fate and was very cooperative. The cook next to him had a blank expression on his face, as if he was worried about exposing something.
"On the second floor?" Chen Ge recalled the Xiaobu game and had no impression of the second floor of the restaurant. To prevent any accidents, he first disabled the cook and then helped the fat boss to the second floor.
The room that the fat boss was talking about was his own room. There were many old photos in it. The strange thing was that these photos were all photos of him and a woman.
"Is that your mother?"
"Yes, I have a bad relationship with my father, so the only photo I have is with my mother." The fat boss smiled happily: "My mother is very beautiful. I will take you to meet her if there is a chance."
This sentence sounds fine, but the premise is that we don't know what the fat boss's mother looks like.
"This is the antidote." The fat boss asked Chen Ge to open the drawer, which contained three sealed glass cups containing some gray-black sediment.
"Are you sure?" Chen Ge put all the sealed glass cups into his backpack and then took the fat boss back to the first floor.
He walked to the dining table and placed three sealed glasses on the table: "Can you hear me clearly?"
"No problem, I'm sober now, but I can't fully control my body." After the drunk saw Chen Ge fighting two people alone, his attitude became much better.
"These three glasses were taken from the boss' room. He said they were the antidote, but I don't think it's that simple." Chen Ge took out the two bottles that the boss said were poison and placed them on the table: "I think the boss is lying. The antidote is in these two bottles. Unfortunately, there are only three bottles in the boss' room. If we use one bottle, there will be one less. If we take out one bottle for the experiment, there won't be enough antidote in the end."
After saying that, Chen Ge picked up the white cat who was hiding in the distance and watched the fun. He held up the white cat's head and said, "You have swallowed similar blood in the Living Coffin Village. I will open these two different 'medicines' later, and you can help them distinguish them."
Chen Ge didn't care whether the white cat understood or not. He first opened the glass cup containing the gray-black sediment and placed it in front of the white cat.
A faint strange smell came out of the cup, and the white cat struggled to leave.
After covering the cup, Chen Ge opened the cup filled with blood.
As soon as the cup lid was loosened, the white cat seemed to smell something, its ears stood up, and its beautiful eyes stared at the cup in Chen Ge's hand.
When Chen Ge opened the cup completely, wailing sounds came out from the cup, and the blood threads inside all came alive and wanted to escape.
The white cat's eyes instantly turned red, as if something deep in its blood vessels was activated, and it pounced directly at Chen Ge's hand.
Chen Ge quickly screwed the lid on, and the white cat finally calmed down.
"It's very unusual that this blood can cause a reaction in the white cat. It might be the same blood that the Ghost Story Association got from the world behind the door." Chen Ge closed the lid and put all the cups together: "My cat reacts strongly to the bottle containing blood. Personally, I think this blood is the real antidote. The boss is very likely lying."
Chen Ge expressed his opinion. The other three passengers had different reactions, which he saw: "The choice is yours. I will not interfere, but I hope you can be cautious."
"I believe you." The first one to make a choice was Scissors. He used his last bit of strength to grab a cup filled with blood.
"The brighter the color, the less safe it is. This is common sense in nature. I have learned some things about pharmacology, and I can't convince myself to take living blood." The doctor hesitated and pushed one of the bottles of black sediment in front of him.
Two passengers made their choices, leaving only the drunkard alone. The doctor and Chen Ge were both people he trusted, and now that the two had a disagreement, he didn't know how to choose.
Psychologically, he was more inclined to choose the gray-black potion, but he felt that the store owner might do the opposite and deliberately make the antidote look like the poison.
Three minutes passed, and the sound of the female ghost banging on the door outside became louder and louder. When the door was about to be knocked down at any time, the drunk man finally made a choice and picked up the other bottle of blood.
Who tries first? This is another question that tests human nature.
The first person who tries it is almost risking his life.
"Let me go first." Scissors forced himself to sit up: "Can you help me open the lid?"
"Okay." When Chen Ge walked over to him and prepared to help him unscrew the lid, Scissors suddenly said to Chen Ge: "My phone is in the left pocket of my pants. It contains all my brother's information. If I make the wrong choice, I hope you can help him when you meet him. If you don't meet him, you don't have to look for him deliberately."
"Yeah." Chen Ge appreciated the scissors more and more. A truly courageous person is not one who is not afraid of anything, but one who makes a resolute decision even when he is scared to death.
"Thank you." Scissors brought the cup of water to his mouth. He just made a pouring motion, and the blood in the cup flowed into his mouth with a crying sound.