Underworld live broadcast room

In the silent night, the sound of slow and heavy footsteps echoed in the corridor. Not long after, the footsteps stopped, and then there was a knock on the door.

There was no response from inside the door, someone tried to twist the doorknob, but the door was locked without turning it open.The visitor chuckled, looking a little weird in the silent night.Slightly squinting his eyes, just as he was about to make a move, he saw a note stuck in the gap at the bottom of the door.

Someone picked up the note, and there was a line written on the note.

"Watch your back."

The visitor suddenly looked behind him, and there were very obvious dents on the wall behind, as if scratched with a sharp weapon.An arrow is drawn on it, and the arrow points in the direction of the stairs.

The person who came sneered, and ignored the arrow, but kicked the door open in front of him with a kick.

There was no one in the room, and a gust of wind blew by, the eyes of the visitor instantly shifted to the open window, without hesitation, he immediately walked towards the window quickly.

When I looked down, I happened to meet a pair of amazingly bright eyes, and the pupils instantly widened.

"Lan Ruo, do you want to come down?" Jiang Muqiu frowned, smiling gently, the snow fell on his hair, against the night, his smile seemed to melt the snow.

Lan Ruo was stunned for a moment, then frowned, "Young master, what a pity, I can't finish the wine, so I will take it away."

Jiang Muqiu's complexion didn't change at all, and his smile even got stronger, but it wasn't Lan Ruo, but the person behind Lan Ruo.

"Really?" Luo Bofeng sneered, and without waiting for Lan Ruo to reply, he wiped Lan Ruo's neck with a knife, and pushed him down directly.

Jiang Muqiu moved a few steps aside to avoid hitting himself. "I said, must these people have acted alone? Is it possible that two people collided together, or two people cooperated?"

"Hush." ​​Luo Bofeng made a silent gesture to Jiang Muqiu.

Jiang Muqiu glanced sideways at Lan Ruo who was lying on the ground, nodded, and returned to the lounge again.The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground just now may startle other people.But the possibility is slightly less, because the young master's room is directly above the banquet hall, far away from all other rooms.

At present, it is impossible to determine the route and time of other people's actions. Therefore, Jiang Muqiu still needs some bait at this moment, be more active, and let them act according to their own wishes.

Thanks to the fact that there is a banquet hall on the first floor, the corridors on the first floor are fully carpeted, and if one is careful, there will be no

"Dong dong dong" the bell rang again, and it was time for hunting.

All the guest rooms on the first floor, except Lan Ruo's room, all heard the sound of picking the lock at the same time.

Ziyou wandered around the entire first floor and found Lan Ruo's body. "Ha, I was preempted. People who don't follow the rules of the game should be executed by me." After finishing speaking, he stabbed Lan Ruo in the back of the heart expressionlessly, and then revealed a strange expression. smile.

At this moment, Jiang Muqiu and Luo Bofeng didn't know, the remaining six people, oh no, five people to be precise, had already started to act together.

On the other side, Luo Bofeng connected to the communication, lowered his voice and said to Jiang Muqiu: "They are going upstairs, the number is one, two, three, four, five." Although the props can no longer be used, Luo Bofeng gave Jiang Muqiu as a gift before Buttons, counted as communication tools, are not among the props that cannot be used.

"Okay, I'll find the other one. Be careful and contact me if you have any questions." Jiang Muqiu's face was as deep as water, and his eyes were frighteningly cold.

"Don't worry." Luo Bofeng said in a deep voice.

Jiang Muqiu put his eyes down, thought for a while, found a tennis ball in the corner of the lounge, held it in his hand, stood up, and walked out of the lounge.At present, as long as there is no danger signal from Luo Bofeng, then there is no need to worry too much. Jiang Muqiu is still certain if he is alone.

Of course, this is the confidence to completely hand over the back to Luo Bofeng. I don't know where it comes from.

Glancing at the entire corridor, Jiang Muqiu narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his mouth curled up into a vague arc, raised his hand holding the tennis ball, and smashed it down hard. With a "bang", the tennis ball hit the ground, like a heavy stone falling into the water, shattering the silence and creating a storm in the silent area.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang..." In the dead space, a rain of meteorites fell, and it was unknown whether it would attract lone travelers.

On the second floor, Luo Bofeng is sitting on the stairs leading to the third floor, holding a glass bead in his hand, quietly waiting for other people's possible actions, waiting for work.

At this moment, the doors of all the rooms on the second floor are locked, except the door of the young master's room that was kicked open by Lan Ruo.As for the bathroom, there is no window at all for a person to pass through.Therefore, there is only one way to return from the second floor to the first floor without being noticed by Luo Bofeng, and that is to jump from the window of the young master's room.However, Luo Bofeng had already prepared gifts in the young master's room for those who came there.

Leftover

Of course, because those people think that they have the initiative psychologically, the first choice must be to take the stairs, and the second choice will not deliberately hide their actions. Therefore, Luo Bofeng is not very worried that these people will return without knowing anything. to the first floor.In this case, Jiang Muqiu's safety factor will be higher.

With a bang, someone kicked a certain door open.

Luo Bofeng raised his eyes, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and then let go of the hand holding the glass bead.The glass beads rolled down the steps of the stairs, and ripples appeared in circles after the sound of kicking the door, which was not easy to detect, depending on whether the person caught was cautious enough.

Not long after, a figure slowly covered the place within Luo Bofeng's line of sight in the light of the stairs.

Luo Bofeng stood up, his eyes were fixed on the place where the light was, his whole body was hidden in the shadow, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

At the same time, at the door of the young master's room, Chen Yanzheng frowned slightly, his expression seemed to be a little hesitant.Although the five of them searched the entire second floor separately and seemed to be cooperating, in fact there was still a competitive relationship.So, how come no one comes to this place?This is so weird.The door won't close if someone comes, that's the rule of the game.

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Yan still put his hand on the doorknob, twisted it lightly, pushed the door open, and immediately heard the sound of something breaking, glanced inside, frowning tightly.

At this moment, the light in the young master's room is off, but through the moonlight, you can still roughly see the situation inside. It is a mess, as if it has been through a fierce battle. Papers are scattered everywhere on the ground, and the windows are large. Open, looks like someone left from there.

Chen Yan walked in, knelt down and randomly picked up a piece of paper, on which was written "Pay attention to the back".Chen Yan subconsciously glanced behind him, but found nothing.

A gust of wind poured into the room through the window, and the paper was lifted up and flew in the air. With a "bang", the door was directly closed.

Chen Yan pursed his lips and glanced at the door again.Apart from the loud slamming of the door just now, there was no movement.Chen Yan threw away the piece of paper in his hand, stood up, walked towards the window, looked down, and as expected, saw a corpse.

Who would write so many "watch out for the back"?What is the purpose of writing so many of the same notes?Wait, on the ground...

Chen Yan picked up the paper strips on the ground with his hands, and finally found a thin thread on the carpet, and he didn't know what was connected at both ends.Chen Yan did not act rashly, he found one end of this thin wire, which was connected to the doorknob on the other side of the room, and the other end...

This thin line led Chen Yan to the corner, where a bottle of unknown liquid was poured.Chen Yan tried to turn on the light, but found that the switch seemed to be broken. He had no choice but to check it in the dark.

That corner happened to be the part without a carpet, Chen Yan stepped on it, and the ground seemed to be oily, and it slipped directly.He subconsciously wanted to hold on to something to stabilize his figure, but there was only a clothes hanger around him.

Chen Yan grabbed the clothes hanger, and out of inertia, he even knocked down the clothes hanger, and was covered in oil.Chen Yan got up from the ground and looked around carefully, only to find that an oil bottle was tied to the other end of the thread. He must have pulled the oil bottle down when he opened the door just now, spilling oil all over the floor.

And at a place that Chen Yan didn't notice, a small flame ignited from the clothes hanger, and spread to the whole area in an instant, and the fire directly burned to Chen Yan's body along the oil under his feet.

In fact, on that hanger, there was a wire wrapped around it, which was now ripped off, and the exposed metal coil sparked, directly igniting the entire area.

Painful wailing sounded in the castle, alarming everyone for a while.Thick smoke poured out of the window and from the crack of the door into the corridor, indicating the ferocity of the fire.

At the same time, Luo Bofeng, who was hiding in the dark, dealt with the prey attracted by the glass beads, and glanced sideways at the direction of the young master's room. Although there were combustion aids, the entire castle was not a wooden structure, and the frame was non-combustible. Yes, if the fire is controlled in time, the damage will not be too great.

Of course, the young master's room will definitely not be kept.Luo Bofeng thought helplessly, but a smile overflowed from the corners of his eyes and brows.In other words, there are three people left on the second floor, I don't know what happened to the young master.

The author has something to say: I typed more than half of the words today, Mr. A kicked my computer off, my document was not saved, and I coded it again. At that time, my mentality collapsed orz