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 hours later, this kind of referendum killing game was going to happen again, which meant that two more people would die, and no one wanted to be the unlucky one.
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 the time comes, they can trick these newcomers into being cannon fodder and kill others.
"This kid is so awesome!" The Indian man glanced at Tang Zheng and was shocked. He had 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 touch from 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 so fast? 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 by erasure!"
"The Trojan 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 in his heart. If it hadn't been for that Chinese boy, he would have been in trouble.
The waiting time was unbearable. The Indian man used a thinly sliced coin as a screwdriver, unscrewed the screws that fixed the double bed, and then put it up 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?" Looking at the end of the pencil that was less than the length of his thumb, the red-haired man came up with a bad idea.
"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 woman had given 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.
"What are you yelling about?" the Vietnamese man yelled.
"Flush it away quickly!" The Japanese woman frowned. The newcomer's vomit was piled inside, exuding a strange smell and making people sick.
"The sewer is blocked!" the newcomer said with a bitter look on his face*, fearing that he would be scolded.
"Trash!" The Vietnamese man stared, "Eat it."
"What?" 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.
Without anyone's advice, the conquerors were eager to kill a few more people.
"Why not use a military knife?" A newcomer asked excitedly when he saw the red-haired man pulling out a straight knife from his military boots and cutting the sausage he took out of his backpack, "Why didn't I think of such a simple thing?
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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 I know that if you use this thing to sharpen a pencil, you will definitely be shocked." The Vietnamese man spat. The conquerors were even worse than the newcomers. Their firearms and daggers were restricted. Only
He can fight with his bare hands, 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 someone, 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 did not 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 Indian man couldn't notice, he would lower his image.
"What are you looking at?" The Indian man was extremely stressed and looked ugly. After all, all the newcomers were looking at him, and he would be embarrassed.
"There's something missing!" Tang Zheng swept the toiletries.
"What?" 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, but there was no 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've looked for it in the room, isn't it there?"
"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 right? If you dig it out, you'll know." The Japanese woman was eager to give it a try.
"Don't mess around, let's forget about the electric shock. I don't want to be deducted points." The Vietnamese man shook his head. So far in the game, many mistakes have been made. The intensity of the electric shocks is getting stronger and stronger, and the newcomers with weak constitutions are complaining.
Foamed.
"You do it!" Tang Zheng said in a serious tone on purpose, and handed over the physical work to the Indian man. He would not do anything that would offend others. He knew that this guy 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, so he let the pedestrian do it. He didn't realize that he had completely fallen into the trap, because Tang Zheng deliberately made him annoying, and his attention was completely distracted. He didn't realize that he was always doing the trick.
New people will make them less fond of you.
The unlucky newcomer who was caught used a coin to unscrew the screws, and then tore off the sink to expose the sewer pipe.
Foul-smelling sewage poured out and covered him.
"Where is there anything?" During this process, he 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 time for the referendum game was approaching, the red-haired man took action himself and kicked him hard.
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 what's the use?"
Some slow-minded guys didn't react yet and looked at Tang Zheng, waiting for explanation.
"What are you doing? Break 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 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 obviously no Europeans here, but all the words are in English.
Tang Zheng didn't know 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 green 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 walked towards him with a bewilderingly kind smile and persuaded him. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)
