"There are no other exits in the room except the front door and windows, but the windows are equipped with anti-theft devices. If you want to survive, you have to rush out from the front door. But Ms. Lydia... this power is too much, right?
!”
Looking around anxiously, Brian wanted to find an item that could be used as a weapon to rush out of the room.
What things can be used in the bedroom where you can rest?
Suddenly, Brian felt a tremor coming from behind him. He was frightened by Ms. Lidia, and he was like a frightened bird at this moment. Any unusual movement could make his nerves tense.
Turning around and taking a few steps back, Brian stopped in the middle of the bedroom. On Borg's desk filled with books, there was a small golden oil lamp that was constantly shaking, and there was a "ding-dong-dang" knocking sound, as if something was coming.
It's like something is rushing out from inside.
"What is this?"
The sound of destruction outside the door and the shaking and collision on the desk gave Brian the illusion that he had entered the countdown to his life. The huge mental pressure was falling like a mountain, and he was likely to collapse at any time.
Weak and helpless, Brian glanced at Borg, who was lying dead on the bed, and didn't know what he was thinking.
Staring at the ground with his glassy eyes, Brian saw gray tentacles with greasy mucus slowly stretching out from his sleeves and gradually wrapping around his hands.
This weird scene didn't make Brian take too many drastic actions. He just felt that his spirit was bearing a huge burden.
When his mental endurance reached the limit, Brian's eyes were numb and his legs were bent, and he was about to fall to the ground feebly because he could not bear the pressure, preparing to wait for death.
At this moment, the movement outside the door suddenly stopped.
Brian looked up confused and hesitantly, and saw a kitchen knife with a curved blade stuck on the tattered wooden door. Then Brian's eyes, which were all gray, and without pupils, returned to normal, returning to their original bright brown color. Weird
All the tentacles were retracted into the sleeves of his wrists at the same time.
The extinguished flame burned with light, and Brian, who regained consciousness, knew that this situation was only temporary, because there could not be only this knife in the kitchen.
"Seize the opportunity, but also pay attention to Mr. Conrad, he may also have problems!"
After making sure that no one was outside, Brian briefly prepared his body, then opened the door and rushed out. But before he could reach the stairs, he saw Mr. Conrad, with countless slippery tentacles growing out of his back, walking towards the second floor.
Come.
Conrad saw Brian running out. The tentacles behind him seemed to be greatly stimulated. They squirmed quickly and without rules, and kept slapping the ground and the roof.
The overreaction of the tentacles caused Conrad, who was still relatively normal, to press his face with one hand and laugh wildly: "Delicious food, do you want to play the last game in your life? Then run away."
Let's run as much as we can to make dinner more fun!"
"Is this what it means to eat soon..."
The corners of Brian's mouth kept twitching, talking to himself inwardly to relieve his mental pressure.
Without hesitation, Brian jumped decisively and jumped to the first floor through the gap in the corridor. His body landed on the ground and he struggled to stabilize his balance. The huge impact made a dull sound that echoed throughout the small villa.
Feeling the soreness in the soles of his feet and the pain in his calves, Brian endured the discomfort and ran towards the door of the villa while shouting at the top of his lungs: "Is there anyone there? Help!"
“So noisy!”
Listening to the cries for help lingering in the room, the tentacles extending from Mr. Conrad's back became more crazily active. They twisted and rubbed against each other, making indescribable strange sounds.
After a burst of joy, the tentacles located under Conrad's back stretched out to the ground and supported him with force. The other tentacles, like soldiers who had received orders, all quickly extended in the direction of Blake in an orderly manner.
At this time, because the kitchen knife was damaged, Ms. Lydia, who re-entered the kitchen to change the weapon for breaking the door, also ran in the direction of Brian.
After running desperately, the short distance reached the end. Brian opened the door with hope, only to see dense tentacles hanging from the top of the door, hanging outside like a waterfall.
The terrifying and strange scene did not make people despair, because Brian saw the outside world through the gap created by the overlapping tentacles, saw the pedestrians walking on the street at night, and a glimmer of light from the street lights.
Holding back his nausea and using all his strength, Brian opened the tentacle hanging outside the door. The red moonlight shone into the room, imprinting on his painful but hopeful face.
After the tentacles were easily pushed away, they gradually wrapped around Brian's body from bottom to top.
"Help! Someone help me!" Brian shouted desperately toward the street. At this moment, he really hoped that someone would answer his call.
But until Conrad's tentacles caught him, the people on the street did not move. The pedestrians were not surprised or afraid, and continued to walk on the road with their own thoughts, as if they had not heard any sound.
At this moment, Brian, who was dragged back to the room by tentacles wrapped around his body, felt like he had been abandoned by the whole world.
Despair surged into his heart, and his tense body suddenly relaxed. Brian gave up struggling, closed his eyes and waited for death again.
"Brother, farewell forever..."
Looking at Brian, whose head was drooping and full of helplessness, the crazy Mr. Conrad shook it with his tentacles. After seeing no response, he said in disappointment: "Activities before dinner always end suddenly."
Turned into a rotting corpse but still standing, Ms. Lydia, who still had some consciousness, came up with a knife. She raised the kitchen knife and moved it back and forth all over Brian's body, thinking about what she should have for dinner tonight.
Finally, Ms. Lidia's kitchen knife stopped at Brian's thigh. Just when the kitchen knife was raised and about to fall, a "dong dong dong" sound was heard from the second floor, and a small golden oil lamp sounded.
It rolled down from the second floor and hit Brian on the head.
The golden oil lamp landed on the non-squirming "floor" made of tentacles. Then a burst of green smoke appeared from the lamp mouth, and a figure wearing modern clothes, with his lower body covered in mist and an expressionless figure appeared.
come out.
Seeing the sudden appearance of the figure, Lidia suddenly became violent and bloodthirsty. While roaring, she turned the kitchen knife in her hand sharply and slashed directly at the figure in the mist.
The figure in the mist smiled and did not dodge, letting the kitchen knife fall on his body. In an instant, his body was like a real mist, and the kitchen knife passed through his body.
Seeing this, Conrad's tentacles wriggled quickly, forming a huge palm, which he clenched from behind the figure. The fog figure dispersed and regrouped next to the giant hand.
As if feeling bored or sleepy, the foggy figure covered the corners of his mouth with his hand and yawned. Then his expression changed from indifference to joy, as if he had encountered something very happy.
The figure ignored the frantic Mr. Conrad, and Lidia walked around the lady, observing Brian in a circle. Then with a tap of his fingers, the tired Brian woke up from his sleep.