I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

The way out is just around the corner.

The bulging chest and the dazzling lights made Paul's head swell.

After running just three or four meters without exercise for a long time, his body felt a little powerless.

Almost there!

Almost there!

Only two steps left!

"Haha!"

Paul himself didn't realize that he laughed out loud, and his slightly hoarse voice echoed in the silent corridor.

Just when he was only one step away from the door panel, he suddenly felt that the color of the door panel was a little wrong.

The red texture seemed to be alive, and when he bumped into it, he could still feel the beating sound underneath.

What is it?

Paul's forehead was hurt by the collision, and he took a few steps back, then looked up.

The sharp fangs, with a bloody stench, rushed towards him with heavy breathing.

A huge blood-red monster appeared between him and the door panel at some point, and its amber humanoid eyes stared at him strangely and eagerly.

"What...what...is this..."

Paul murmured, stammering.

In the afternoon, the host of the Colosseum performed a wonderful magic trick of changing a living person, which had already spread among the guests. Those who had seen it discussed it with each other and thought that the performance was very wonderful. Not only did a little girl appear in the middle, but there was also a monster.

As for the monster, many people tended to think that it was a special effects actor in makeup, and no one thought it was really a fantasy creature.

Paul watched the beast show in the morning, but he got tired of it at noon and went to other entertainment facilities to relax. He only heard about it afterwards.

Therefore, Cassandra's appearance, at such a close distance, brought great shock to Paul.

Miss Cassandra had just eaten dinner and was not so hungry.

Seeing food appear in front of her again, she leaned forward to smell it.

The smell of cigarettes conflicted with the smell of people she loved, causing her to sneeze in disgust.

Paul had no chance to hide, and his snot and saliva sprayed all over his face.

His soul seemed to have left his body, his face was as pale as a dead person, and he covered his heart that was about to jump out. Paul felt as if his body was not his own.

Footsteps were heard behind him, who had been quiet all the time.

Tap, tap, tap--

Slow and leisurely.

"Sir, are you okay?"

The familiar question sounded like a real waiter who was concerned about the guest's physical condition.

Before coming here, Xie Qi first returned to the room and changed into a set of waiter clothes that Luo Chi had prepared. The difference from his original croupier uniform was the color.

At this time, a crimson vest appeared in Paul's field of vision.

Obviously, the other party did not threaten him, and his attitude seemed very friendly, but he was like a mouse being stared at by a cat. Xie Qi just moved casually, and he had to tense his nerves, and all the cells in his body were desperately shouting to escape.

The sticky sight swept across his face and then fell on his beating heart.

Xie Qi stretched out his hand and fell on Paul's chest.

Feeling the abnormal rhythm, he smiled with satisfaction, and then seemed to have discovered something.

The hand rubbed and then pulled out a piece of letter paper from it.

"Oh? What is this?"

Xie Qi stood up, opened the letter paper, and then stroked his chin and began to read the poem on it.

Paul noticed that he had left a little, and gritted his teeth and wanted to ignore the monster in front of him and rush out directly.

Not hungry, and without receiving Xie Qi's instructions, Cassandra yawned out of boredom, but she didn't expect the smelly food in front of her to be so bold.

Seeing that he wanted to bypass her, Cassandra lowered her body again and roared at him with her mouth wide open.

"Roar--"

"Ah!"

Paul stepped back in two or three steps and fell to the ground.

"Shut up."

Xie Qi frowned unhappily and turned to stop Cassandra from speaking.

Although the room on the seventh floor was well soundproofed, it could not guarantee that no sound would be transmitted.

What he wanted was to solve this trouble quietly, but he did not want to bring trouble to himself.

After being scolded by Xie Qi, Cassandra shut her mouth, but she was still in a bad mood and turned around in annoyance.

Frightened one after another, Paul trembled all over, and even his arms could not be controlled. The hand that was originally under his body softened and the whole person fell to the ground.

Xie Qi had finished reading the contents of the paper. Seeing him lying on the ground, he walked over with the paper.

He squatted down and patted his face with the letter paper.

After waking up Paul's mind, he jokingly said: "I didn't expect that the gentleman was actually a poet, but these pretentious words, not only pretending to be profound, but also only show your shallowness."

He leaned close to the man's ear and whisperedHe laughed, "You probably didn't show it to anyone else, did you? If others see this poem, even if they flatter you out of politeness, they will probably laugh at you for being ignorant and pretending to know."

Hearing Xie Qi's words in a trance, the man who loves face twitched his cheeks, as if he wanted to refute, but he couldn't control his vocal cords.

"Heh--!"

His wide-open eyes were full of bloodshot, as if he couldn't accept that he would die so undignifiedly.

Xie Qi's hand holding the letter paper was against his chin, smiling at the expression of the person who was waiting for the death to come.

"Since you are about to die, I will send you off with your favorite poem before you die."

Feeling that it was a bit bad to be so happy, Xie Qi stopped looking at Paul and looked up into the air, as if he was recalling something.

"Since you love to write poetry, you should have read the works of Dylan Thomas, a poet from Country Y, right?"

Finally remembering it, Xie Qi happily clenched his fist and knocked it in his palm.

Then he lowered his head and looked at Paul again. Seeing that the other party was already conscious, he leaned forward and whispered in his ear:

"Darkness is the road, light is the destination, the heaven that has never come and will never come..."

"That is the truth."

"Rest in peace, Amen."

Using the unskilled Catholic sign of the cross, Xie Qi put his hands together and mourned for the man for a few seconds.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Paul had not died yet.

So he waited by the side, and when he really died, he repeated the action just now and said Amen again.

If Paul could hear his prayer beside his corpse, he might be so angry that he would come back to life.

Most people in M ​​country are indeed Christians, but they are all Protestants, and Protestants do not make the sign of the cross to pray.

Xie Qi used the Catholic gesture to send off a Protestant, which was really funny.

[Congratulations to prisoner number PIE897777 for obtaining 2 clearance key fragments, which are automatically synthesized into a clearance key. 】

【Use this key to clear the dungeon immediately. If you use it before the mission deadline, you can get the dungeon clearing reward normally, but you cannot get the main and side mission rewards. Do you want to use this key immediately? 】

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