Being targeted by the boss of the escape game

Just when he was at a loss, the other party stretched out a thin white hand in front of his eyes, and peeled his lips. In an instant, the taste of inferior syrup spread in his mouth, sweet and cloying.

"Eat candy, my sister won't hurt after eating candy." The boy blinked his wet eyes with a serious face.

"sugar……"

"Yeah, I really like sweets, I..." Chu Ling stared at the "little girl with long hair" in front of her in a daze, and said in amazement, "You, your voice ……You are a male?"

"My name is Lu Weixing."

"My name is Chu Ling, then...then we are friends now." Chu Ling stretched out a hand and grinned, "Let's pull the hook."

"Pull the hook?"

Lu Weixing pursed his lips: "Isn't that something children would believe in?"

"But we are just children." Chu Ling hooked the other's little finger, and said with a serious face, "The hook cannot be changed for 100 years!"

The two small figures cuddled together in the shadow, the eyes that had been stagnant all year round shone slightly, and for the first time there was vivid emotion, Chu Ling suddenly believed Xiaopang's words, that the opposite door of his house really lived There is a little fairy, otherwise how could there be such a good-looking boy.

He couldn't help blurting out: "You are so good-looking, your eyes are sparkling and black, like gems."

nice?

Lu Weixing tilted his head slightly, and the young man under the moonlight looked at him eagerly, his brown eyes were full of surprise, he thought about it, and praised for the first time: "You are also very beautiful, your eyes... like a little girl. Like a dog, it looks warm."

Once, Chu Ling asked Lu Weixing why he had long hair at that time, Lu Weixing was stunned for a moment and said, "Because my mother likes it."

After hearing this, Chu Ling nodded, endured not eating lollipops for two days, and bought a hair tie with a bow with the money she saved.

After counting the time, Chu Ling knocked on the opposite door with the custard cake made by grandma, but there was no answer. He felt a little strange. Lu Weixing always got up early, so how could there be no answer?

Could it be that Aunt Chen's mental state is not right again, and she is punishing him?

Thinking of this, Chu Ling knocked twice more and tried to push the door, but luckily it was unlocked. He gently pushed the door open and was stunned the moment he entered. The lunch box in his hand fell to the ground and fell out of the inside. The yellow custard shortbread was turned around and broken into several petals.

A woman's corpse was hung on the dilapidated electric fan. She was wearing a blood-red long dress, and there was a strange smile on her beautiful face. Black-red blood rolled down her body and formed a pool on the ground Small puddles.

On the brown dining table lay a little boy in black clothes, with two patches on the hem of his clothes, with slender hands and feet. He was already taller than Chu Ling at this time, and the short bench seemed to be unable to support his body, and finally fell down. on the ground.

"Lu Wei Xing!"

"Age?"

The blood in the room gradually dissipated, Chu Ling blinked, looked at the sharp-eyed man in front of him, felt a little shivering in his heart, and suddenly got up from the bed and rushed towards him.

Crystal tears rolled down the corners of his eyes, as if confirming that he held the person in his arms tightly and refused to let go: "Lu Weixing... that's great, Lu Weixing." It's great that you're still alive.

Lu Weixing's body froze for a moment, hot tears slid down his shirt to his chest, looked at the person in his arms, and said softly: "A Ling, you..."

"Let's go out, let's eat custard cakes together, shall we?"

"You remember?"

"Hmm..." Chu Ling buried her head in front of the person's chest, and the tears that poured out of her eyes wet a large piece of fabric, and said in a muffled voice, "The hook must not be changed for 100 years."

"...children believe it." Lu Weixing bent his mouth, raised his hand to gently stroke the hair of the person in his arms, and added, "But you will always be my child."

Chu Ling burst out laughing, got up from her arms and wiped away the tears on her face, looked at the quilt on her body, and said, "How long have I been in a coma?"

Lu Weixing shook his head: "Not long, just a few minutes."

"Haven't they come back yet?"

Lu Weixing said: "Chengzi came back once and went out again. Xiao Zhao will be on duty today, so it will be later."

"I feel like I know this dungeon..." Before Chu Ling could finish speaking, a loud noise came from outside.

"Someone jumped off the building!"

"Come and see, dead man!"

Chu Ling got up from the bed and hurriedly pushed the door out, only to see a group of people on the third and third floors downstairs, they pushed aside the crowd, and there was a short-haired female corpse lying on the ground, which was Cheng Zi.

Her wet short hair was still wet, with some blood foam on it, and a pink silk flower was clutched in Cheng Zi's right hand. What made her commit suicide by jumping off the building before wiping her hair?

"Death by jumping off the building, this round failed, the remaining number is two, and it will be retroactively—"

The screen switched, and Chu Ling returned to the stairs. Lu Weixing was standing obliquely in front of him. Hearing the more and more urgent footsteps upstairs, a blue figure appeared in the field of vision.

Chu Ling pulled Lu Weixing and flashed to the opposite side, leaning against the wall. The person above had no time to slow down, so he fell down straight.

"Student, you are so careless."

Chu Ling dropped these words and pulled Lu Weixing up the stairs quickly, and returned to the dormitory. Cheng Zi was sitting on the bench, probably just after taking a shower, with her hair hanging casually behind her head, and a towel around her neck. With one hand resting on his chin, the other holding a silk flower, his eyes looked elsewhere blankly.

Fortunately, they caught up.

Chu Ling took a deep breath, walked forward, and called softly: "Chengzi."

"Cheng Zi, how are you doing with the silk flowers recently?"

"What?" Cheng Zi looked up in confusion.

"Aren't you going to learn silk flowers from me?" Chu Ling pulled aside the bench next to her and sat down. "It's been a few days. Let me check how your practice is going."

Orange: "Silk flowers?"

Chu Ling said: "Yes, don't you like silk flowers very much?"

Cheng Zi cast her eyes on the silk flower in her hand, and murmured: "Silk flower, once it is set on fire, there will be nothing left."

Lu Weixing: "Burn it?"

Facing Lu Weixing's words, Cheng Zi shook his head and just repeated over and over again: "There's nothing left..."

"My silk cloth is all gone..."

Chu Ling was a little puzzled: "No more?"

"what happened?"

"As soon as I came back today, I found that the silk cloth in the drawer was gone." Cheng Zi's eyes were empty, and his mouth opened and closed unconsciously, "I have saved the cloth for so long, why..."

She stood up and was about to go out. Seeing that she was not in the right state, Chu Ling grabbed her sleeve, but Cheng Zi was still walking forward, and her steps were getting faster and faster.

Chu Ling said anxiously: "I, I have cloth."

"I have it!" Chu Ling took out a light-colored gauze scarf from her pocket and handed it over, "The quality of this one is really good, it won't break if you tear it, one piece is better than six pieces."

Cheng Zi lowered his head, took the cloth and sat back in the chair quietly.

The girl lowered her head, concentrating on fiddling with the gauze in her hand. Chu Ling stood aside, and Lu Weixing glanced at it, wondering what he was thinking.

Chu Ling dragged her to the outside of the dormitory, "I seem to know how to clear this dungeon."

"what?"

Chu Ling thought for a while and said, "Wei Xing, this dungeon should be related to time. We need to ensure the survival of people in the same dormitory. This survival should have a hidden period, such as seven days."

"As soon as one dies, we lose."

"Four in one, the four people in the same dormitory are equivalent to sharing one life." Lu Weixing rubbed his fingers, looked up at the person in front of him and continued, "If you have any entanglements, don't tell me, I will clear."

For a moment, Chu Ling stopped breathing. He suspected that Lu Weixing knew that his time would go back. No, maybe he knew it at all. Living.

The young man's expression was too obvious, Lu Weixing stretched out a hand to gently caress the master's cheek, and said, "You are a gift from the world."

The word world is a bit vague, it sounds a bit like time, but enough.

Thinking of what happened before, Chu Ling said, "Really, then I'll treat you to buttercream after we go out."

Looking at the unpredictable expression on the face of the person in front of him, Chu Ling was amused: "Obviously she was so cute when she was young, and she didn't say a word for a long time, why do she talk so much now?"

Not only talk a lot, but also speak the words of tigers and wolves.

"When you were young?"

Lu Weixing was a little surprised, then rolled his eyes, let out a chuckle from his throat, put one hand on the wall, and wrapped the person in his arms, within an inch, the breaths of the two were intertwined, the phoenix eyes Looking at the slightly flushed face of the person in his arms with a smile: "Then do you remember what you said when you were a child?"

"what?"

Lu Weixing's thin lips parted slightly: "The first time you saw me, you chased after me and said, I'm so pretty, let's be friends."

"...It shows that I am polite."

Lu Weixing: "Do you know what it means to praise someone good-looking?"

Chu Ling was puzzled: "Represents the other party is really good-looking?"

"Seeing the color."

Lu Weixing pressed his lips against the man's ear, and said in a low voice, "That's why the first time I saw you in the woods that day, I thought you were pretty."

"They all think hard of me, age."

The soft lips brushed the other's ear lightly, and the ear, which was as white as jade, turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye. Lu Weixing saw it interestingly, and couldn't help chuckling twice.

"Look, isn't it a coincidence that the first time you saw me, you thought I was pretty, and the first time I saw you, I thought you..."

"Cutely stupid."

The exhaled heat hit people's ears, and the ears couldn't help but move. Lu Weixing's voice was deep and magnetic, but now that it was so close to his ears, Chu Ling felt his body go limp, and his whole body trembled. A little trembling.

Chu Ling raised his almond eyes, and pressed his back tightly against the wall. If it wasn't for that dream, he wouldn't believe it even if he was killed. The taciturn and delicate-looking little boy in his childhood was the perverted, psychotic boy in front of him.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Sure enough, a man will turn bad when he grows up!"

Looking at the small and crimson earlobe, Lu Weixing stuck out his tongue and licked it maliciously, and said deliberately: "I can be worse, do you want to try?"