Chapter 142
Xu Shaohuai talked about many things that needed to be paid attention to in the second game, including the terrain advantages of the cinema, but he did not mention anything about turning off the lights and the sad singing. This is definitely not his negligence, nor is it because he thinks it is unimportant and therefore does not mention it. The real reason is probably that these two items were newly added this year. The previous maze game is a good example. After all, there is no reason why the first game should change so much, and the second game should just play around with the rules.
Before the lights went out, Jing Ling scanned the terrain of the entire space and memorized it in his mind. There was a speaker in each of the four corners of the cinema, and the singing came from them, intermittently, mixed with the creepy sound of a baby crying.
The moment the sound rang out, the first people to hear it must have been Jing Ling and Yang Xinyao who were in the cinema. Then it would pass through the half-open door, along the corridor, and float in all directions. Jing Ling was not frightened, but just a little surprised. As for Yang Xinyao, the pressure brought by the darkness had already made her nerves like a taut string, and now this incident happened, her nerves were almost broken.
"Joker..." She called him softly, her voice trembling slightly.
Jing Ling chuckled, "The person who designed this game is probably a horror movie fan. But there is probably only so much he can do. After all, the conditions are limited. At least in this room, there is nothing that he can continue to play with. You just need to stay there. With me here, no one can hurt you."
He said these things not out of conceit, but as the truth. The flickering lights and terrifying singing had no effect on him at all. Even relatively speaking, he prefers pure darkness. Human eyes cannot see in the dark, but he is not limited by this. While other people need to rely on flickering lights or experience to judge whether a place is safe or whether there are enemies, he can see it easily and clearly. This is already a huge advantage, but his advantages are more than that.
All participating teams had no other weapons except the daggers they were issued. Including Song Xiuyuan's knife, all were temporarily handed over to the organizer for safekeeping. Everyone used cold weapons, and the only other equipment that could be found in the entire fourth-floor area were kitchen knives and forks and the fire axes that were provided as required. Under such circumstances, even if you have a close combat with one or two people, you can still escape unscathed. As for Yang Xinyao, if she can't get past him, forget about it.
After all, not everyone is as good at throwing flying knives as Jing Ling, and can hit the vital points 100% within a short distance.
The game started at night, and the sudden change in the rules made it seem like it was tailor-made for him. He had an almost absolute advantage from the very beginning.
Of course, Jing Ling guessed that such darkness would not last too long. The designer's original intention was to increase the fun of the game. All the way from the entrance, there are cameras installed everywhere. According to the financial resources of the organizer, these must be high-definition night cameras, which can still see clearly in the dark. But no matter how clear it is, black and white images can never compare to color ones. People watching the show from behind obviously won't make such a low-level mistake of letting details affect the overall situation, so darkness can only be used in the short term as a means of adding to the atmosphere.
But this was enough for Jing Ling. The cinema is in a great location, but it would be too boring to stay here for two days and two nights. Many of the people who participate in this kind of game are desperate criminals struggling on the line between life and death. While they instinctively fear death, they also enjoy the excitement brought by this feast of killing. Isn't he the same? The only difference is that, while other people only have a few decades to adapt to the transition between two extreme identities, he has developed a strong heart and accumulated enough experience over the long years to be able to perfectly handle any role. He can be an ordinary law-abiding person in a civilized society, and follow the law of the jungle in the wilderness without any difficulty in adapting.
"Yeah." Yang Xinyao responded softly and stopped talking.
In the empty room, the sad singing voice still came out intermittently from the speakers.
After a while, Jing Ling suddenly said, "Someone is coming. Stay there, try not to move or make any noise, I will take care of the rest." His hearing, which is countless times better than that of ordinary people, allows him to hear sounds coming from farther away. A whole team came, and their footsteps were so light that it was difficult for ordinary people to notice them. Unfortunately, Jing Ling was not an ordinary person. Even with the interference of the sad singing, he still noticed the slight sound. What's more, the captain of this team also spoke out and gave a few simple instructions to the team members. What could have been done silently with gestures could only be done with words due to the interference of the darkness.
"Okay." Yang Xinyao's breathing became a little rapid for a moment, but she still responded.
"Don't be nervous, everything will be fine soon." Jing Ling comforted her again, then left the corner where she was hiding and walked towards the door along the aisle against the wall. He is about 1.8 meters tall and doesn't look very strong at first glance, but in fact, he has beautifully defined muscles under his clothes, which reveal unimaginable strength. However, such a big man made no sound when his footsteps hit the ground when he walked. He came to the door silently and then lurked quietly in the darkness, like a hunter waiting for his prey to take the bait. The dark-colored clothes on his body allowed him to camouflage himself better. He almost blended into the pitch-black darkness. His breathing was light, his heartbeat was steady, and his presence was reduced to the lowest. Unless someone had an extremely sharp sixth sense, it would be impossible to spot him even if they were very close.
He was not standing behind the door, but in the darkness beyond the maximum area illuminated by the flickering lights in the corridor. Because those who come here are not ordinary people, and without the threat of guns, breaking into the house is not very dangerous and is actually safer. They seized the opportunity and kicked the door open at the moment when the light was about to come on. As the active attackers, they had the advantage of the first move. If there is someone hiding at the door, preparing for a sneak attack, the huge noise will affect the other party's judgment. If not, the open door can let the light from the corridor shine in, even if it can only illuminate a limited area, it is better than complete darkness.
Of course, this is only in theory, and there is often a certain gap between the actual situation and the reality. Especially when the team faced Jing Ling as their enemy, the plan could not keep up with the changes.
The cinema had two doors. When Jing Ling came in, he did not close them but left them ajar on purpose. "Bang... Bang..." With two loud noises, the two doors were kicked open, and then the lights in the corridor lit up. Due to the far distance, the light could only illuminate the seats in front of the door and the last two rows. Looking inside, it was still pitch dark.
The singing coming from the speakers also stopped at this moment, as if it was frightened.
The team members dispersed according to the previous division of labor and advanced into the depths of the cinema from three directions. One of them was walking in the direction where Jing Ling was. Apparently, this person's sixth sense was not sharp enough. Even though the two were less than one meter apart, he did not notice the Grim Reaper hiding in the darkness. He thought he was being cautious enough and continued moving forward.
Four seconds passed, the lights in the corridor went out, and everything returned to darkness.
At this moment, a hand reached out silently from behind and instantly covered his mouth and nose. At the same time, a cold and sharp blade cut his throat. Wherever the blade passed, flesh opened and bright red blood gushed out, dripping from the air like red rain.
For people who often walk on the line between life and death, getting injured is commonplace. What kind of injuries can survive and what kind of injuries will result in death? After experiencing a lot, you will have a rough idea in your mind. The team members knew very well that this knife was a sure kill, no matter how strong or how deep the cut was. He would not survive. The only thing they could do now was to inform their teammates.
"Um... Um..." He struggled with all his strength, making meaningless sounds with difficulty.
Without the intermittent singing from before, the entire space became quiet again, and you could hear a pin drop. Even the smallest sound would be amplified several times, not to mention that when he was struggling, his foot kicked the stool next to him. No matter which voice it is, it is enough to elevate others and bring about changes.
The result was already determined, Jing Ling would not continue to waste time on this person. He let go of his hand and retracted the knife, then moved his body quickly and hid behind the door.
Only four seconds passed and the lights in the corridor came on again.
The team was divided into three directions. Only the one heading towards Jing Ling was alone, while the other two directions were all in pairs. The moment they heard the noise, they quickly turned their heads to look in the direction where the sound came from, even though it was dark over there and they could not see anything. But it was only for a moment before they drew their attention away and quickly approached the other person, forming a defensive posture with their backs to each other. The current situation is that the enemy is in the dark and they are in the light. They don't know where they are hiding and are waiting for an opportunity to give them a fatal blow. In order to avoid the same situation from happening again, they can only be more careful.
"Groot! Are you okay?" A voice came from the aisle between the left and right rows of seats.
In fact, in this situation, it is best to keep silent. But this seems to be a common problem among humans. Even though we know that there is little hope, we still cannot suppress our fantasies, even though we know clearly that doing so will bring certain dangers.
Jing Ling could understand and appreciate this kind of affection between teammates, but this was not the place to talk about feelings. It was a life-and-death struggle. Being kind to the enemy would be cruel to yourself.
Another four seconds passed and the lights in the corridor went out again. The two people walking in the middle had not walked too far in the first place, and although they slowed down a bit now, they just walked to the area where the light could shine.
The time is now!
The dagger in Jing Ling's hand was aimed at the opponent's eye socket and shot out.
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