“What does it mean?”

The childish voice on the phone did not explain it. It just smiled and said that this is Qiqiao Game Hall, which will bring a pleasant gaming experience to all players.

Bai Su caught the word "player" and was about to chase and ask questions, but he didn't expect the phone to hang up.

After the phone was hung up, there was no sound at all. Bai Su flipped into the cashier and saw that the telephone line was not plugged in at all, so it was impossible for a phone call to dial in.

It is impossible to call back, Baisu can only hang the receiver back.

Looking for the key?

Bai Su frowned and turned to face the huge hot pot restaurant. From the front to the back, there were about dozens of tables.

He didn't think the door key would be placed in such a conspicuous position at the counter in front of the door, but he also looked it over and it wasn't.

In the drawer below the cash register, Bai Su touched a stack of work logs, which were handwritten paper versions. After a rough look, it seemed to be the daily experience of a certain employee.

After a brief look, I complained about my work and my boss. The only useful information is probably... She accidentally dropped the key into the pot, hoping that the customer would not find it.

Let’s not talk about how to do it, who would write down the complaints about work and put them in the workplace?

Bai Su felt strange, but she put the paper back on the counter and continued to look at other things.

The other items found in the search and that were of some value were a badge with the word Xiaomei written on it.

There is no last name, only a name.

While rubbing the surface of the breastplate in his hand, suddenly the sound of the legs of the chair rubbing against the ground in the dining area. Bai Su stood up immediately and looked at the source of the sound.

The two of them were placing the small table there quietly, with a red and white mandarin duck pot in the middle emitting a slight heat. The chairs beside the table were a bit crooked, which should have been bumped into by the customer when he left in a panic.

No abnormality was found, Bai Su's head lowered again.

Simple rules have been written in this hot pot restaurant.

It shouldn't be too complicated. It probably means that the rules of time prohibition and keys must be found. He discovered that the door cannot be opened and the phone does not move around.

There may be other things, but they won't be very curved and have fewer shackles on people in this space.

The rules... When I touched the signature pen on the counter, Bai Su pinched the pen and drew several circles in the spare part of the work log paper.

Rules are simple and complex.

The simplicity lies in how to break the violations as long as it is discovered.

Bai Su stared at the door and looked again and again, and finally gave up a little dangerous idea.

Just look for the key, you can't make a big fuss.

What's more, he hadn't replenished his energy after exercising in the bathroom... He wouldn't have been lazy if he had known it, and he would have avoided the rolls of paper that bound people.

The food is no longer eaten, so don’t let him know who turned the hot pot restaurant into this.

With some obsession with the merry-done, Baisu continued to look for the key.

Bai Su, who had never played escape room, took nothing away from the cashier counter, and just walked back to the dining area empty-handed.

It took time to find dozens of dining tables one by one, especially the human limbs in the pot, which extremely challenging personal rationality.

Of course, this is all for ordinary people, and for Baisu, the pot can be regarded as food.

Although it's not very delicious...

Bai Su thought about buckle the pot and pour out all the things inside. He held the handle and lifted it up. He couldn't lift the pot, but instead dragged the entire table.

As a result, the pot was welded to death by writing rules.

The movement caused by turning over the table is too great, and in addition, there are too many miscellaneous items on the entire table, making it difficult to find things.

So he put the chopsticks into the pot and stirred it, but because there were too many things, it was difficult to tell what he was touching. After searching for two tables, Bai Su decided to get started directly.

The boiling pot of water is nearly Baidu. Anyone who touches the surface of the water will be scalded out of skin blisters, and Bai Su just touches it into the bottom of the pot without changing his face.

Knives, a little bit of ulnar and sleek insect corpse...no metal parts.

The hands pulled out of the boiling water turned slightly red, and the wrinkled back of the hands looked scary, giving people a very painful feeling.

“The following is…”

After two or three times, Bai Su checked very quickly. He touched a circle and took out the things in the pot, and then replaced the table without it.

He searched all the way, but he didn't know that he was almost angry when he saw his actions through the monitor.

This is not how its game is played!

This person, how can this person ignore its design!!!

Seeing the activity range of the black-haired youth under the monitor gradually approaching the correct answer, the "people" behind the scenes became anxious.

After a while behind, it suddenly thought of a solution.

...

Baisu felt chill for no reason.

As if someone was calculating him behind his back, Bai Su shrugged his shoulders.

He is now facing a double pot with red and white soup. He just finished picking up the side of the spicy pot and is now soaking his hands in the white soup.

The boiling boiling water had no effect on Bai Su, and the pain was not something he would be blocked. He touched the pot and this time, he encountered a different object.

It seems that it is not an object, but in a hot environment, a piece of temperature suddenly drops and almost reaches freezing point.

Bai Su thought he had felt it wrong, so he went back to the piece and touched it twice. The cold touch was very soft, and even with physicality, he held a hand.

Then, a cry sounded in his ears.

The sob woman cried in a close distance, and her cold and weak hands were about to leave. Bai Su raised her head in the direction of leaving her hands. A black-haired woman in a white skirt stood in the direction that Bai Tang was facing. Her figure was ethereal and had a semi-transparent texture.

"Woo...woo...woo."

She raised her hand and cried in the rain. I felt pity for her. Her eyes were covered with a thin layer of water mist, and her eyes were glancing at Baisu as if she was crying for her grievances.

The beauty cried beautifully and sadly, and her charming appearance was waiting for someone to talk to her, but tears dripped for a long time, but no one paid attention to her.

It seems that all the performances are ogling for the blind to see, which is useless.

The female ghost howled twice, but still did not respond.

Then she raised her eyes and looked at Slow Sri's resentful look at the black-haired young man who checked whether there was anything hidden in the pot: "Can't you hear me crying?"

Bai Li glanced at her strangely: "I heard it."

After saying that, he lowered his head again, counted the human organs that were taken out of the pot, and after confirming that the key was not inside, he turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait!" The female ghost suddenly floated forward and appeared in front of Baisu in an instant, "Then why don't you ask me what happened!"

The female ghost stood there, her eyes showing resentment and dissatisfaction. As her emotions changed, the slender jade hands raised on her chest also changed. The round nails gradually grew longer, like a hook-shaped eagle claw arched there.

She was waiting for someone's answer, and when she was wrong, she was about to pounce on her and intimidate her.

Bai Su didn't hide or dodge, but just asked in confusion: "Do you really exist?"
Chapter completed!