The vents in the secret room were very small and hidden, and the strong smell of blood filled the air and could not be dissipated at all. Several female newcomers couldn't bear it, so they ran to the sink and vomited it out.
The two corpses were dragged to a corner by the Vietnamese man, and the bright red blood left dazzling traces, which also brought the atmosphere to a freezing point.
Except for the Chinese team, the temporary teams of other groups were completely dispersed.
Two little shihou, this kind of referendum killing game is going to happen again, which means two more people will die. No one wants to be the unlucky ghost." "Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster! .
Vietnamese men are very strong and don't care. It's a pity for Indian men. If they can keep their composure, they won't be passive. When it comes to tricking these newcomers into being cannon fodder, they can kill others.
"This kid is so awesome!" The Indian man glanced at Tang Zheng and was shocked. At this moment, he stopped thinking about dealing with him and just wanted to leave the secret room as soon as possible.
"I'm definitely no match for him." The Japanese woman was also thinking about it. Maybe he could take advantage of his kind personality.
"Please, find a way out quickly!" The female white-collar worker begged Tang Zheng with tears streaming down her face. She sat on the ground and did not dare to move because there was a wet mark on her pencil skirt and she was worried about being seen.
The female white-collar worker was so frightened that she peed. Her legs twisted unnaturally, and she could feel the wet feeling on her stockings, which made her feel ashamed.
The others' eyes lit up, and they all begged Tang Zheng. As long as they went out within two hours, they wouldn't have to worry about the killing game.
"How can it be as fast as nàme? Didn't you see that the progress of the strategy is only 50%?"
Tang Zheng clicked on his watch, and on the virtual screen that popped up, in addition to points, the progress of each team's strategy was also listed.
"Fu~ck, there are thirty-six teams faster than us, and two teams are even 80% faster!" The Vietnamese man counted and immediately cursed.
"Look at the note!" The Japanese female general turned the page on the screen and saw a note with very small handwriting.
"The first ten teams that successfully escape will be rewarded with a thousand points, and the last five teams will be punished with obliteration!"
"The wooden horse is really cheating." The Vietnamese man was depressed. Because his progress was not at the bottom, he was still in the mood to joke, but he was secretly glad that ruguo didn't have that Chinese boy, and Ziji would probably be in trouble this time.
The wait was unbearable. The Indian man used a thinly ground coin as a screwdriver and unscrewed the screws that fixed the double bed. He then put it up and used it as a ladder to reach the ceiling.
"The one at the back must have written on which ceiling the secret is!" The Vietnamese man stared at the ceiling. If he hadn't been worried about getting electric shocks and deducting points, he would have really wanted to crack it violently.
"Can I bite it with my teeth?" The red-haired man came up with a bad idea as he looked at the end of the pencil, which was less than the length of his thumb.
"Don't, if it breaks, there is no room for recovery." The Indian man flipped through the bookshelf, but accidentally touched something he shouldn't have touched.
Electricity falls and everyone is punished.
"Let's look for the razor blade. Have you made any new discoveries?" The Japanese girl Yijing gave up hope on the Indian man and pointed at Tang Zheng.
Tang Zheng shook his head and looked at every corner of the secret room again.
"Oops!" A woman standing by the sink shouted and hurriedly turned off the faucet.
"Yelling shime?" the Vietnamese man yelled.
"Flush it away quickly!" the Japanese woman frowned, the newcomer's vomit was piled inside. It exuded a strange smell and made people sick.
"The sewer is blocked!" the newcomer looked miserable, fearing that he would be scolded.
"Trash!" The Vietnamese man stared, "Eat it."
"Shime?" The newcomer was stunned.
"I told you to eat it. That thing is very smelly. You want to stifle everyone to death. Eat it quickly." The Vietnamese man was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger. The newcomer was caught in the crossfire.
The newlyweds were about to burst into tears. After their begging to no avail, their expressions became ferocious.
"Don't force me." The newcomer pointed a rifle at the Vietnamese man, but it could be seen from his trembling hands that he was scared to death.
"Do you want to die?" The Vietnamese man narrowed his eyes and was ready to take action.
There was no one to persuade me, but the conquerors wished that a few more people would die.
"Why don't you use a saber for Shime?" A newcomer saw the red-haired man pull out a straight knife from his military boots and cut the sausage he took out of his backpack. He immediately asked excitedly, "Why didn't I do such a simple thing?
think?"
The newcomer originally expected to receive praise, but unexpectedly several conquerors rolled their eyes and looked at him as if they were looking at an idiot.
"You are so stupid! Even if I use this thing to sharpen a pencil, I will definitely be shocked." The Vietnamese man spat. The conquerors were even worse than the newcomers. Their firearms and daggers were restricted, and they could only use their bare hands.
Fight, otherwise he would have blown the newcomer's head off.
Of course, this is the Trojan's protection measure for newcomers, otherwise none of them would survive.
The newlyweds were silent, and the atmosphere became solid again.
"Put down the gun, otherwise don't blame me for taking action!" The Vietnamese man also knew that it was not the right time to kill people, so he held back.
After another ten minutes of boring waiting, the conquerors kept looking at the progress bar and found that the progress bar of others was increasing. The fastest one even reached 90%. The Vietnamese man could not sit still.
"Can you do it?"
Tang Zheng didn't answer, but stood up and walked to the sink.
Well, more than a dozen eyes glanced over at him, looking at him expectantly.
"Did you find anything?" the Japanese woman asked.
"Maybe!" Tang Zheng wasn't sure. He turned on the faucet, and water immediately poured out. Because the sewer was blocked, vomit flowed out of the pool and splashed on the ground.
"What are you doing?" The Indian man also came over and searched carefully, but found no clues.
"Look carefully!" Tang Zheng did it on purpose. If the ruguo Indian man couldn't notice it, he would lower his image.
"Look at Shime?" The Indian man was extremely stressed and looked ugly. All the newbies were looking at him. Ziji was really embarrassed.
"There's something missing!" Tang Zheng swept the toiletries.
"Shime?" The Japanese woman looked around, but still didn't find it. There are some things that you will always ignore.
"Soap?" The Indian man saw that there were toothbrushes, towels, cups, and toiletries all available, except méiyou soap.
"Collecting soap in a secret room? This joke is not funny." The Vietnamese man is really hopelessly stupid.
"Where did the soap go?" the Japanese woman wondered, "I searched it all over the room, méiyou?"
"In the sewer." The Indian man flashed his eyes and gave Tang Zheng a thumbs up, "Awesome, I'm sure the soap must be related to what we are looking for."
"Do you have X-ray eyes?" the Vietnamese man laughed.
"Didn't you see the water flowing out? There must be something blocked in the sewer!" The Indian man rolled his eyes. This guy is really stupid.
"Isn't it because of their vomit?" the Vietnamese man pointed at the newcomer.
"Isn't it true? If you dig it out, it will be revealed." The Japanese woman was eager to give it a try.
"Don't mess around. The electric shocks are enough. I don't want to be deducted points." The Vietnamese man shook his head. Up to now, many mistakes have been made in the game. The intensity of the electric shocks is getting stronger and stronger. The newcomers with weak constitutions are all vomiting.
Foamed.
"You do it!" Tang Zheng deliberately said in a strong tone, and handed over the physical work to the Indian man. If he didn't do anything that offended others, he knew that he would definitely assign someone new to do it.
"I'm not a servant!"
The Indian man slandered him from the bottom of his heart. He didn't have the guts to argue with Tang Zheng. He just let the passerby do it. He didn't realize that Ziji had completely fallen into the trap because Tang Zheng deliberately made him annoying. His attention was completely distracted and he didn't realize that he was always doing the bidding.
Newcomers will make them less fond of Ziji.
The unlucky newcomer who was caught used a coin to unscrew the screws, and then tore off the sink, exposing the sewer pipe.
Foul-smelling sewage gushes out and gets all over him.
"Where is there anything?" This guy was shocked three more times, which made the Vietnamese man even more dissatisfied.
The Indian man also hesitated.
"Don't be anxious, keep demolishing it!" Tang Zheng roughly drew a range with his finger, "Big demolition!"
"I'll do it!" Seeing that the referendum game was about to come, the red-haired man took action himself and kicked him violently.
Bang, bang, as the thin wall tiles were broken, in the sewer exposed, everyone saw the soap stuck inside.
"It really does exist!" the Vietnamese man was surprised, "But is it useful?"
Some slow-minded guys didn't react yet and looked at Tang Zheng, waiting for explanation.
"Stop making a shime and smash it!"
As Tang Zheng finished speaking, the red-haired man crushed the soap and exposed the blade inserted inside.
"Yes!"
The newlyweds cheered and their morale was boosted.
After the Japanese woman sharpened her pencil and smeared the paper, two numbers appeared, representing two different tiles on the ceiling.
The Vietnamese man stood on the erected double bed, smashed open the ceiling, and dropped a piece of eraser and a remote control.
"Erase the blackened letters on the Bible and write it down." Tang Zheng threw the eraser to the Indian man and took the remote control from the Vietnamese man.
There are two buttons on the remote control, one red and one green, and nine numeric keys.
"What's the use of this thing?" The Vietnamese man was very confused and he was afraid of using his brain.
"The progress has reached 80%!" the Japanese woman screamed, "We are ranked ninth!"
"Now it's Scrabble!" The Indian man copied down the letters and handed them to Tang Zheng, "The words spelled out with these letters should be how to use the remote control."
Tang Zheng nodded, then frowned. Is this considered nationality discrimination? There are clearly Europeans here, but all the words are in English.
Tang Zheng was unaware that in the secret room where Europeans and Americans were imprisoned, they were worrying about the strokes of Chinese characters.
"Green, start?" The Indian man spelled out two words and looked at Tang Zheng questioningly.
"Hmm!" Tang Zheng's mind was actually not focused on decrypting the code. He was wondering whether to kill these guys first. If after leaving the secret room, the ability restrictions were lifted, it would definitely be much more difficult to kill them again.
"Are you sure? What if I press the wrong button and this thing explodes?"
The Indian man was about to press down, but the Vietnamese man's words made his fingers freeze.
"Come here, take the remote control to the corner and press the lusè button!" The Vietnamese man designated a new person, but the other person shook his head like a rattle and refused to execute.
"Don't worry, you won't die!" The Indian man persuaded him while walking towards him with a bewilderingly kind smile. (To be continued.)
