CH 53

At that moment, the bracelet on Wu Ting's wrist, which appeared to be an ornament, suddenly moved.

A silvery-white head peeks out of the ring-shaped bracelet, which looks Little Xiao and is probably only about the thickness of a small thumb.

The snake lifts its head, stretches hard in the direction of Xiao Lan and draws circles in the air, as if it is interested in Xiao Lan.

Wu Ting reached out with his other hand and stroked the snake's head, "It seems Xiao Qing likes you a lot."

Xiao Lan looked at the silvery white snake, "Why don't you call him White?"

Wu Ting is helpless: "Because it only responds to the name Xiao Qing."

What a very individual snake.

Wu Ting stroked Xiao Qing's head, her red lips curled into a smoldering smile, "To make Xiao Qing like you means you have a great talent, perhaps we will have the opportunity to work together in the future."

Xiao Lan: "What are you referring to?"

Wu Ting, with a mysterious smile and no answer at all, waved her hand towards the two men and left gracefully.

If it had been He Rui who had come along to do such a thing, Xiao Lan would have given him a kick in the teeth and let him have his say.

But Wu Ting's secretive and secretive appearance makes perfect sense, and it's clear that human tolerance is spring-like.

Maybe that's why Wu Ting is so well-dressed?

Evening.

Xiao Lan continues to use Luo as an ice mattress to sleep on, and the cramped and stuffy conditions do not affect his sleep quality.

Outside the door, however, more and more voices rang out at some point.

"Sasha ......"

At first it was just faint footsteps and the sound seemed careful like a neighbour who had got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet.

"Ta-da..."

Then joined the crisp, rhythmic sound of high heels hitting the ground, a footfall that rose with some urgency, as if a woman in a hurry to get to some appointment.

Then came the increasing sound of footsteps, varying in weight and speed, as if they came from many people of different ages, genders and heights. It makes you wonder if you are standing in a crowded place like an underground station.

Xiao Lan opened his eyes and almost thought he had been thrown out onto the road because he couldn't pay his rent.

The next second he saw the worn bedpan above his head, and the black figure sitting beside him looking down at him, he remembered that he didn't have to pay rent anymore, this was in a game.

He didn't make a sound, just gave Luo, who was keeping watch, a questioning look.

Luo made a 'shhh' gesture and reached out to point to the doorway.

Xiao Lan followed his gesture and looked over.

The landlord had been stingy enough to modify the circuits in each room, but had left the lights on in the living room, and at the moment, I don't know which guy had forgotten to turn them off, and dim light was filtering through the doorway.

Outside, although it sounded as if there were quite a few people, there was no sign of the light coming through the doorway being obscured at all.

It looks like the living room is practically empty.

So whatever was outside the door couldn't have been a person anyway.

Xiao Lan is thinking about it.

At that moment, something outside seems to have noticed that someone is awake, and the sound of footsteps, for a change from the chaos and disorder of the previous scene, comes towards the door of Xiao Lan's room.

"Snapped--"

"Sasha-"

"Ta-da..."

Footsteps of all colours approach Xiao Lan's door.

Then, stopping very close to the door, the entire door was instantly silent.

It was as if a group of people were standing close to the door at the moment, staring at the panel with dead eyes, but without uttering a word.

Xiao Lan swept the slit under the door and there was still nothing there.

The sudden silence of the moment seemed to attract people to open the door quickly to see what was going on.

However, curiosity killed the cat.

Xiao Lan was not at all prepared to open the door, and it seemed that something unknown outside the door could not get inside at all anyway.

If there really is something, we'll see it in the morning.

Wasn't it just being stared at by an unknown presence and sleeping? Didn't he live like that every day? He was used to it, it wasn't vain at all.

Not to mention the fact that these guys are separated by a door panel.

Xiao Lan lies back on the bed again and expertly rubs his back against Luo's to find a cooler spot.

The unknown presence out there: ......

Shit, fucking faggot!

On the morning of the third day, the rainstorm that had been brewing for two days finally fell.

The dense drops of rain almost intertwine to form a thick, impermeable curtain that covers the entire flat to death, making those trapped in it feel almost suffocated.

After getting up and leaving the house, Xiao Lan found a number of footprints outside her room, stacked in layers, all crammed into a short section of the doorway, and it was hard to imagine how they had been stacked.

The players were gathered at breakfast, but the pregnant woman who hadn't shown up since last night was still missing today, the lovers were still milling around in their rooms, and the cultists were still praying in their rooms.

While the NPCs were not present, Duan Xueyin said softly, "Do you think that pregnant woman will also ......"

She didn't say so explicitly, yet almost all the players present understood what she was referring to; having made it to the intermediate scene, they all had a knack for inquiring about the mother-daughter pair.

Wu Ting frowned lightly, "It's not unlikely, and perhaps with each death, we're in a little more danger."

And Meng Ze spoke hesitantly, "Did you hear any strange noises last night?"

Xiao Lan asked rhetorically, "Like what?"

Meng Ze pointed to the room next to his own, "I heard a lot of banging on the walls last night, but I got up and went out to look and there was no one next door, it was creepy ......"

Wu Ting looked odd: "You went out?"

Meng Ze is a bit confused: "Yeah ......"

He Rui quickly interrupted, "It's good that nothing happened, but you should be more careful next time."

Meng Ze nods a little confusedly.

Xiao Lan's mind was also a bit odd, this Meng Ze looked very lackadaisical and like a novice player, how did he make it to the intermediate level?

He looked at He Rui again. It was obvious that they were a team of three, but the interaction between the two of them was obviously more familiar than with Duan Xueyin, so could it be that Meng Ze had actually known He Rui for a long time, and it was even possible that he had been brought in by He Rui.

What is the purpose of He Rui doing this?

Li Haokuan, wearing a black vest, also whispers to the players at this point, "You've met the mother and daughter too, haven't you? I mean after they died."

Li Haokuan continued, "I don't know what happened yesterday, but I just avoided that little girl in the corridor and within a few minutes she came back. She looked pretty angry and I don't know what she was going through, that fierce oh I almost got cold feet."

Xiao Lan: "......"

Sorry bro, probably pissed at me.

By this time, the remaining occupants were grinding their way out.

When they saw that the pregnant woman was not present at the table, they looked indifferent. The couple took the pregnant woman's share of the breakfast between them, but when they saw that Xiao Lan and Luo were there, they didn't dare to feed each other.

"Heh heh heh ......" the cultist laughed to himself as he pointed wistfully at the pregnant woman's room, "She, who must have been punished by the gods, hadn't even been seen with a man, and must have been unchaste. "

He stroked the idol while sweeping a nervous gaze over the players, "You've all sinned and the gods are coming to punish you ...... hehehehehe ......"

Not bothering to listen to his pushes, Xiao Lan reached out and tapped the table.

The cultists' faces paled.

He hurriedly put his beloved idol into his pocket and patted it to make sure it was intact before he quickly reached out and grabbed his breakfast and went to his room to eat it, not daring to look at Xiao Lan again on his way, behaving like a grandson.

Xiao Lan once again received admiring looks from the players.

It's a tough one, man.

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After breakfast, Xiao Lan strolls around the fourth floor and eats.

He sort of understood that this copy might not require finding clues to leave like the previous ones.

As the occupants die, the risks encountered by the players then increase, before peaking on the fourth day. I'm afraid that the way out will only be at that point, and they won't be able to find it earlier at all until then.

And no matter where they stay and what they do, the death threats will come to them on their own.

Now it's just a matter of skulking around as a way of getting acquainted with the terrain.

Xiao Lan was walking through the laundry room when she heard a strange sound, like the sound of a washing machine being overloaded and then forced to run, as if it was going to break down in the next moment.

It was accompanied by the same smell of washing powder that Xiao Lan had picked up earlier when he saw the water stains at the door of his room.

Xiao Lan enters the laundry room.

Duan Xueyin was seen with a small part of her body torn into the washing machine, one hand inside the machine and the other struggling to hold on to the washing machine casing as she tried to break free with a terrified look on her face.

And out of the washing machine stretched a hand that seemed to have begun to puff up after soaking, and which was grasping her shoulder.

There were also several wet sleeves that wrapped around her hair and arms as if they were monster tentacles, and one even covered her mouth and nose, making it not only impossible for her to call for help, but also difficult to even breathe, as Duan Xueyin's face began to turn red and purple with the naked eye.

The water in the washing machine was so foamy that it started to slip when it got wet on the floor, making Duan Xueyin almost unsteady on his feet.

She saw Xiao Lan's figure in the doorway and her eyes were suddenly filled with a desire to live.

"Well--"

She fought her way towards Xiao Lan and asked for help.

Xiao Lan took the dagger out of her storage space and slashed at the sleeve covering Duan Xueyin's mouth, nose and arms.

Duan Xueyin took the opportunity to take a big breath.

The girl was no slouch, and the moment the force of what was in the washing machine let up, a piece of talisman paper instantly appeared in the only hand that could move. She whispered a few silent incantations and placed a handful of the talisman on the arm that was gripping her shoulder.

The puffy arm instantly smelt burnt as if it had been burned with a branding iron, and something screamed as if from the washing machine, and both arm and clothes jerked back.

In an instant, the laundry room was back to its original state.

It was as if nothing had appeared here, except for the water stains on the floor and a drenched-looking Duan Xueyin, who fortunately was wearing clothes that were not see-through even with the water on them.

Duan Xueyin gasped and sat down on the floor, not caring if the floor was dirty or not: "Thank you ...... Without you, I'm afraid I would have been in a bad way this time."

Xiao Lan said casually, "Nothing, just passing by, mind telling us why you were attacked?"

Duan Xueyin reached out and pointed to the one opposite the washing machine where the accident had just occurred: "I found the pregnant woman's body in there, at that moment she was stuffed in haphazardly like clothes, and I was about to go out and call you guys when something attacked me from behind."

Xiao Lan followed her movements and looked towards the washing machine where she said there was a body, only to find that there now appeared to be nothing in it.

At the look on Xiao Lan's face, Duan Xueyin could probably guess, "No?"

Xiao Lan nodded as he turned to Duan Xueyin and said, "Come on, it's not safe here just now, it's better to get out of here."

With that, he led Luo and the two of them left the laundry room, one after the other.

Duan Xueyin sitting on the floor: "......"

Wouldn't the normal logic of behaviour be to come and pull me up a bit?

Xiao Lan's voice came again from outside the door, " Duan Xueyin, what's wrong?"

"Oh, it's fine, be right there!"

Duan Xueyin gets up nimbly and instantly understands that it's not logical to dwell on normal behaviour with a dead faggot ......