Xiaolan's world began to regress crazily, and those two words became farther and farther away, until the surroundings became brighter.
"ah!--"
Someone is screaming.
Xiao Lan sat up from the bed in a hurry, Ai Luo's arm was still hanging on her body.
The sky was getting slightly brighter, and another night passed.
"ah!--"
The screams came from the kitchen.
"Wake up!"
Xiaolan shook Ai Luo's shoulders and saw that she was waking up, then jumped out of bed and ran barefoot to Sister Mei's bedside.
"Sister Mei, wake up! Something happened!"
Sister Mei woke up almost instantly, "What's wrong?"
"Ah!——" The third scream sounded at the right time.
The three of them rushed to the kitchen in a hurry. Xiaolan took two steps towards the sofa, but found that the glasses and Siman who were supposed to be there were not there.
"ah!--"
This is a woman's scream.
Not good.
Sister Mei ran to the boy's bedroom door and saw that the door was closed, so she kicked the door open.
Xiaolan took Ai Luo towards the kitchen.
At the corner, there was a huddled figure leaning against the wall.
Against the light, the back trembled violently.
"Crack!" The sound of metal falling to the ground.
"Ah!——" The cry came from the figure behind.
The two ran over in a few steps.
This figure is Siman, who is hugging her knees tightly, huddled up in a ball, hoarse screams coming out from her chapped lips from time to time.
"Siman?"
Xiaolan looked in the direction where the tearful eyes were locked.
At the dining table, his glasses were facing away from them, and he was kneeling on the ground. In front of him was someone sitting paralyzed... Dongming?
A fruit knife stained with blood fell to the right side of the glasses.
"this……"
Xiaolan was dumbfounded.
Dongming's eyes were almost closed, and there was only air coming out of his mouth but no air coming in. The blood on his lips disappeared quickly, and a stream of blood slowly flowed out from the corner of his mouth.
His body was soaked in blood.
The lake blue shirt was covered with wounds that penetrated the fabric from the chest to the abdomen, and blood gurgled from each wound. After a while, the shirt was dyed reddish brown.
The glasses were worn crookedly on the bridge of the nose, and the big eyes stared blankly.
Ai Luo did not scream this time, but squatted next to the collapsed Siman and covered her eyes in confusion.
Sister Mei and Fan Wenrui arrived soon. Together with Xiaolan, they looked at this scene with shock on their faces.
"Eye...glasses?" Fan Wenrui was speechless.
Glasses slowly turned his head and looked at them with blood on his face.
"What did you do?" Sister Mei's voice was also trembling.
Glasses turned his head back inch by inch, pointing at Dong Ming's body that was no longer moving, "He wants to kill Siman."
Hearing his name, Siman screamed in despair again.
"Siman?" Xiaolan looked at the girl struggling in Ai Luo's arms, "What's going on?"
"Su, he must be the one who killed him. The next one...the next one is Siman." Glasses shook his head and muttered.
"You said Dongming killed Miss Su?" Fan Wenrui asked in disbelief.
"This is the rule here... In order of name, he killed Su first, and after Su was Siman, and the next one was..."
According to what he said, the task of the person in front is to kill the person behind, and after killing, kill the next one?
"Who told you the rules?" Sister Mei asked sharply.
"It's... Feng Jing," Siman finally stopped screaming and said with a cry, "He knows the rules. He knew it from the last level. He asked us to use the pen first... to kill the people in front of us.
Again… again…”
"Previous level?"
"Yes, that's right," Feng Jing's voice sounded from behind everyone, "I was assigned to him in the last level. Otherwise, with his IQ, how could he have walked out of the secret room alive, haha."
Feng Jing put on his coat, crossed his arms, and walked towards them step by step.
"What are the rules here? Are they really what you said?" Sister Mei clenched her fists, with some murderous intent in her eyes.
"Sister Mei, Sister Mei, he is the only one who can believe this. Do you believe it?" Feng Jing raised his eyebrows with a frivolous look on his face, "The list gives the order, not the cycle. If this is the rule, that little girl
, isn’t it invincible?”
Having said this, he leaned over slightly and looked at Xiaolan with a frivolous tone.
Xiaolan resisted the urge to punch him on the bridge of the nose, gritted her teeth and asked, "So you have been taking advantage of them?"
Siman and Yan Jing also heard these words, and now they are both unusually silent.
"Oh, what can I do?" He stretched out his right hand, pretending to touch Xiaolan's cheek, "If I don't do this, will you be obedient?"
nausea!
Just as Xiaolan was about to spit at him and quickly move away, a hand with sharp bones grabbed Feng Jing's wrist.
"Get your dirty hands off," Fan Wenrui grabbed Feng Jing's wrist and pushed hard, causing Feng Jing to stumble. "If you still want to live, be more honest."
Feng Jing sat down on the ground and twisted his wrist, "Okay, young man, I have some strength, no wonder..."
Before he could finish his words, in the flash of lightning, Glasses not far away from him suddenly picked up the knife on the ground, roared and rushed towards Feng Jing.
"I kill you!--"
Seeing that the knife was close to Feng Jing's face, Sister Mei reacted the fastest. She jumped forward and pushed the weak glasses to the ground.
Sister Mei controlled the right hand holding the spectacles and the knife with one hand, and pressed the face of the spectacles to the ground with the other hand. Only a slight sound of glass shattering was heard, the lenses were shattered, and all the strength seemed to have been drained from his whole body, and he lay limply.
On the ground, weeping.
"Glasses!——" Siman cried out as she called her boyfriend's name.
The two men's shrill cries echoed in the small kitchen.
"When you first came here, you were whispering to them, telling them false rules." Xiao Lan asked Feng Jing with a hint of resentment.
Feng Jing patted the dust on his body and stood up with a smile on his face, "Otherwise... are you reminiscing with him? At first I thought he was the only one, but I didn't expect that his little girlfriend was also included.
I was assigned to the same group. At first... I thought it would be difficult, haha, but when I saw this arrangement, hahaha, it turned out that things were simpler..."
"What are the real rules?" Fan Wenrui stopped being polite and asked directly.
"The rest are the smartest, why do you need me to tell you the rules?" Feng Jing glanced at his glasses with a smile and walked to the bedroom, "Besides, even if I say it, do you think you will believe it?
"
The person who created the figurines took a rest in style, leaving a mess behind.
Xiaolan looked at Yan Jing and Siman who were hugging each other and crying, and felt that her head hurt.