Chapter 257: The Dagger is Missing
A woman in the crowd suddenly stood up, walked to the dead woman, squatted down, and began to take off her clothes with her hands.
"You're dead now, so these clothes probably won't be of any use to you. Just let me wear them..." the woman muttered as she took off the dead woman's short-sleeved shirt with her hands.
She immediately put on the short-sleeved shirt without hesitation, but the woman had been dead for a long time, and the clothes on her body seemed to carry a chill.
The woman couldn't help but shudder when she put them on, then she moved her eyes down to look at the pants worn between the legs of the dead woman.
"Hey, don't go too far, at least give her some dignity..." one person couldn't stand it anymore and shouted.
Everyone in the room felt that the woman's behavior was not very kind. The woman was already dead and only had one piece of fig leaf left, yet she had the heart to do this.
What's the difference between them and animals? The woman just turned her head and glanced at them coldly, "Hmph, don't pretend to be noble. Only you know whether you have stripped the clothes of a dead person in extreme cold."
The woman didn't care about what they were thinking and directly took off the dead woman's shorts. After all, it was just a piece of material and it would be fine as long as it could temporarily withstand the low temperature.
The original color of the dead woman's underwear could no longer be seen, and the only intact skin on her body was her stomach and crotch area.
The fact that the woman had frozen to death quickly dispelled the fear in everyone's hearts because they discovered something even more terrifying.
That is, the dagger placed in the corner of the wall is missing. That dagger is the only weapon in the room. "The dagger... the dagger is missing."
The man who first discovered it showed horror on his face and looked at everyone in the room with suspicion.
The other survivors also had expressions of fear on their faces.
"Whoever took it, hand it over. You have to think clearly. There are fifteen of us and only one of you. If we find you, we will all attack you together."
One person shouted threateningly, and everyone immediately distanced themselves from each other. All they knew clearly was that they did not take it, but there must be someone in the room who took the dagger.
A noisy sound was heard, and everyone was suspicious of each other, suspecting that the other person was the one who took the dagger.
As the temperature in the room dropped, everyone became concerned about leaving their backs to a stranger.
They all found places to squat, but how could they recover their body temperature by themselves? Soon, the second person who froze to death appeared in the room.
The man was not wearing shoes, and after several hours, his body had been frozen stiff.
This time, before the woman who was stripping the clothes could come forward, a man walked out from among the survivors and stripped all the clothes off the dead man.
With white smoke coming out of his mouth, he put on his clothes with trembling hands.
"Hey, give me one. I'm so cold too. You've already taken one, so give me this one," another man looked at the only short-sleeved shirt left on the dead man.
He reached out and pulled down his short-sleeved shirt, then put it on while his body was trembling.
The woman who had just taken off her clothes and caused everyone's condemnation also sneered at this time.
Some of the survivors who did not get clothes also looked at those who were wearing coats, and several of them looked at Xiang Yu.
Several people moved the bodies of the two dead people to a corner and placed them there. The two dark-skinned bodies attracted the attention of several people from time to time.
They swallowed their saliva and felt hungry in their stomachs.
Every hour, Xiang Yu would stand up and move his hands and feet to prevent the blood in his body from freezing without him noticing.
After her careful observation just now, she realized that the only exit in this room was probably the gap in the ceiling, but everyone outside was crushed.
It couldn't be opened from the inside, and during this period other people had tried one after another, trying to force open the gap above the head.
But it was of no use. Xiang Yu pretended to adjust his sleeves, but he was actually looking at the watch hidden in his sleeves.
She has been in this white room for twenty hours.
During these twenty hours, the emotions of these people have gradually been on the verge of collapse, and killing each other is only a matter of time.
The room is brightly lit, but you don't know whether it is day or night outside. A room where you can't tell the time will disturb everyone's mood.
Two hours later, the conflict occurred earlier than Xiang Yu had expected.
"Look, you're about to die, so just let me wear your clothes," the man said, trembling as he reached out his hands towards the woman's body.
The woman was not as strong as him, and when she couldn't push him away, she started crying, "I don't want to die, don't take off my clothes, I'll give you my coat, don't tear my clothes underneath." There was hatred in the woman's eyes, but she still quickly took off her coat and gave it to the man.
The survivors in the room all frowned at the man's actions, "What's the difference between what you did and murder?"
The man ignored them, put on his coat, and sat alone in the corner.
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