The attacker stopped, his strength stagnated, and he fell.
Ai Luo was so frightened that she gasped and hid behind Xiao Lan shivering.
"Is he dead?..."
"I don't know," Xiaolan stared at the silhouette of the man on the ground in the darkness, "Let's turn on the lights first, and then wake up Sister Mei and Fan Wenrui."
The lights came on, and the light made Xiaolan feel less uneasy.
As expected, the attacker was Feng Jing.
The sharp knife fell on the bed, Feng Jing lay on his side, and traces of blood could be seen faintly oozing from the back of his head.
"Ah...I...did I kill him?" Ai Luo clenched her little hands and froze against the wall.
"Don't be afraid, it's okay." Xiaolan said perfunctorily to her and ran towards Fan Wenrui, who was sleeping on the sofa.
"Fan Wenrui, Fan Wenrui!..."
Fan Wenrui was sleeping soundly. Xiaolan shook him a few times with greater strength, and then his eyelids began to tremble slightly. After a few seconds, he slowly woke up.
"Xiaohong? What's wrong?" Fan Wenrui squinted his eyes, still looking like he hadn't woken up.
"Feng Jing wants to kill me."
"Feng... wants to kill you?!" This time Fan Wenrui was completely awake. He turned his head and glanced at Feng Jing on the ground, with a shocked but expected expression on his face.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Ai Luo helped me."
Xiaolan explained briefly, then walked around the sofa in the center of the living room and walked towards Sister Mei on the other bed.
Sister Mei was completely buried in the quilt, with only part of her head exposed. Like Fan Wenrui just now, she was still asleep.
"Sister Mei... wake up..."
Xiaolan shook Sister Mei's body.
"Feng Jing just fainted, let me tie him up." Fan Wenrui said from behind.
"Yeah, okay."
Xiaolan turned around and gently shook Sister Mei's arm.
"Sister Mei, sister Mei, don't sleep."
Still no response.
Strange, did Sister Mei sleep so deeply a few nights ago?
"Okay, I tied him to the bedside," Fan Wenrui clapped his hands and walked over, "Sister Mei hasn't woken up yet?"
"It seems a little strange." Xiaolan turned to Fan Wenrui and said.
The uneasiness crawled back into Xiaolan's chest.
Ai Luo also moved closer behind Xiao Lan, and the three of them stood beside the bed, looking at Sister Mei who was sleeping deeply.
Xiaolan stretched out her hand, grabbed the corner of the quilt, and lifted it up little by little.
Unkempt hair, closed eyes.
besides……
The three of them took a deep breath.
On Sister Mei's neck, a purple bruise was clearly visible.
"Sister Mei!" Xiaolan quickly sniffed out Sister Mei's breath.
There is no feeling of airflow passing through it.
Skin, cold.
Xiaolan was speechless, "Sister Mei... she's dead."
In Fan Wenrui's eyes, there was fear at first, and then doubts began to creep in.
"How did she die?"
After hearing this, Xiaolan also discovered something was wrong. She directly lifted all the corners of the quilt in her hands, revealing Sister Mei's stiff body.
There were no other injuries on Sister Mei’s body.
"Sister Mei was strangled to death..."
Fan Wenrui moved to the side, "But Feng Jing has a knife in his hand."
Feng Jing has a knife, so why would he choose to strangle others?
There was someone else who killed Sister Mei.
Xiaolan felt a chill in her heart, and suddenly thought of Ai Luo, who had been sticking close to her.
At the same time, the familiar cold feeling was like a cold arrow, rolling towards his lower back.
"Xiao Hong!" Fan Wenrui rushed over.
Xiaolan felt it, pressing the tip of the knife on her lower back.
Ai Luo was still hugging herself, but her breathing seemed to have become colder.
Then, from the point where the tip of the knife touched his body, a warmth spread.
The familiar feeling of mobilizing power returned to Xiaolan's body.
She felt the cold tip of the knife being forced away from her body.
"you……"
"Xiao Hong!" Fan Wenrui had already rushed behind Xiao Lan. He hugged Xiao Lan's shoulders, twisted his arm backwards, raised his elbow to use force, and directly knocked the stunned Ai Luo away.
"Are you okay?" Fan Wenrui let go of Xiaolan.
"I'm fine."
Ai Luo was knocked back two steps and stumbled on the sofa again. Her steps were unsteady and she fell directly in front of Feng Jing.
In her hand, she was holding the sharp knife that Feng Jing used to attack herself.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Xiaolan finally discovered it.
"What are you going to do?" Fan Wenrui stopped in front of Xiaolan and asked Ai Luo, who was getting up from the ground.
Ai Luo's innocent and lovely face now wore a sinister and vicious expression.
"What else can I do? Of course I want to win." Ai Luo's tone also became sinister, "Oh, but you don't have to worry, this level will be over soon."
After saying that, Ai Luo raised the sharp knife in her hand high.
Xiaolan and Fan Wenrui put on a defensive posture.
But Ai Luo did not swing the knife at them.
While the two of them were stunned, Ai Luo pounced on Feng Jing, who was still unconscious, raised the sharp knife in her hand, and stabbed him hard in the chest.
The blood is like bursting rose petals.
One knife, one knife, one knife...
Feng Jing's front was soaked in blood.
"Clang!"
Ai Luo threw the knife to the ground, stood up slowly, and showed a slight smile on the corner of her mouth that was splashed with blood.
She turned her head and stared directly at Xiaolan and Fan Wenrui, spreading a sweet smile.
They laughed so hard that the hair on their backs stood up.
"Okay, don't be afraid," Ai Luo dusted off her body, "It's all over, friends, we are the winners of the fourth mission. Why, aren't you happy?"
"What...what do you mean?" Fan Wenrui took Xiaolan back together.
"What I mean is... Now, you see, these are the rules of the fourth mission. Now, as the last survivors, we have won the game."
Sure enough, the surrounding scene changed, darkness replaced the furnishings in the living room, and the only ones left in place were the three of them.
Is it really...over?
"Who are you?" Fan Wenrui stopped Xiaolan, and the two of them stayed far away from Ai Luo.
"Me? A person who is eager to get bonuses just like you."
Xiaolan patted Fan Wenrui's arm in front of her and moved forward, "Ai Luo, it turns out you are the best at pretending."
"Me? Haha," Ai Luo smiled ferociously, her eyes were cold, "Little girl, I know that Xiaohong must be a pseudonym. Little sister, who is the best at pretending? Wait a minute.
You know it, here, the results are here, let’s take a look.”
In the darkness, a string of familiar names emerged.