I'm delivering food in an escape game

What the hell is this, so vulnerable.

The atmosphere was still tense. Although they were muttering in their hearts, no one spoke. Each of them was worried, and several people began to slowly walk towards the position of the white shadow that fell from the window.

Looking at the faint moonlight, he did not expect that what Fan Wan shot down was actually a white sheet.

At this moment, the white sheets were scattered on the floor, and there was nothing unusual about them, just ordinary cotton sheets.

"What's going on, why is it just... a bed sheet?" The staff woman who was at the end of the line asked in the posture of an eagle catching a chicken.

Fan Wan told them to silence and walked ahead, but when his footsteps moved, the white sheets on the ground moved accordingly.

I didn't know what was covered in the bed sheet, but the next moment, a piece slowly bulged up.

Fan Wan made a hand-blocking gesture, and righteously protected the others behind him, then took a breath, and said: "This ghost brother, although I don't know who you are or what grievances you have, but can you Give little brother some face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the white sheet suddenly bulged into a half-sized circle, as if the entire sheet was about to stand up.

Fan Wan had never seen such a weird thing, and asked the person behind him in a low voice with some guilt: "What does it mean?"

"I'll give you a ball!" The high school girl had already started to chatter her teeth, but she still poked her head out from behind him, and replied with difficulty, "He bulged a ball, so I guess he meant—'I'll give you a ball face'."

"Damn, it's so dragging." Fan Wan cursed inwardly.

Just as he frowned and shouted in surprise from everyone, the sheet that stood up like a flying shuttle gradually took shape, as if half a torso appeared, and the round shape just now was the head, like a person covered with a sheet. The sheets were the same.

Everyone could feel that there was something covered in the sheet, but there was clearly nothing on the ground just now.

In the blink of an eye, Fan Wan made an unexpected movement.

With a calm expression, he continued to pick up the wooden stick, jumped up to use his strength, and knocked down on the sheet again.

There was a loud bang, and the white sheet fell to the floor again without moving.

To be on the safe side, Fan Wan pointed a stick at the white sheet and poked it tentatively, but there was still no response.Then he picked up one end of the sheet and lifted it, but there was nothing inside.

"Run away?" Everyone was looking around, but found nothing.

Fan Wan finished cleaning up the evil spirit, and patted his hands together: "I didn't hit its head before, it just so happened that this guy exposed his head under the bed sheet, it's all right, I beat it away with a slam dunk on the head, I guess I won’t be back for a while.”

Everyone was stunned by this operation: "..."

That thing may really be something, invisible and invisible, but because of the bed sheet, it is because of this solid bed sheet that it can appear, Fan Wan said indifferently: "After the careful design of this evil ghost, it performed for us. A self-inflicted trap, as far as this ghost's IQ, basically bid farewell to horror movies in the future. So don't pretend to be a ghost if you have nothing to do."

Then he said: "The ghost has been solved, you continue to look around to see if there are any clues in this house, such as keys or something, that can allow us to escape."

The bald uncle was still a little worried, as if he didn't believe that the evil spirits here were so easily beaten away. After all, a person died last night, so he grabbed the corner of his clothes and said, "I'm scared to death, I still feel worried. Or let's go back to the upstairs room to discuss and discuss."

The others agreed one after another, so Fan Wan had no choice but to follow them back to another room on the second floor where no one was dead.

As soon as he entered, the bald uncle quickly locked the door with a click.

The entire building had no power supply, and the rooms were surrounded by darkness. The windows of the rooms on the second floor were small, and only a thin light came in.

Fortunately, there is a retro candlestick near the wall of the room. It seems that the candle can still be used. The man in glasses found a match from the drawer and lit it. The dim light in the darkness made the atmosphere even more terrifying.

Five people were sitting around and just about to sit down and catch their breath.

Suddenly, knock knock, there was a strange knock on the door.

The bald uncle's buttocks that had just fallen quickly arched again. Fortunately, he just locked the door, and looked at the five people neatly in the room. ?"

"Could it be...a ghost...a ghost knocking on the door?" The clerk's expression began to change again.

Soon, there was another knocking sound, obviously louder than the previous one, and even the doorknob shook.

"Didn't that ghost just say that it was solved? Could it be that there are other ghosts?" The man with glasses pushed down the frame again and wiped off his cold sweat.

Several people shrank into a circle, the bald uncle wanted to move the furniture in the room to block the door, and shouted: "Come on, I can't lift it, you help me put this cabinet together... Hey, little brother, don't go there..."

Fan Wan got up calmly and walked towards the door.

He ignored the retreating group of people behind him, put his ears on the door, and asked in a low voice, "Who?"

The knocking on the door stopped suddenly, and then a resentful laugh came in——

"Giggle..."

The voice was weird and indistinct, as if the throat was clogged with blood foam, mixed with the sound of snoring, it was very distorted and terrifying.

Listen carefully, the voice has no pitch, it seems to be a smile, but after listening for a long time, it turns into a soft and sharp cry.

When the bald man heard it, he couldn't help screaming: "Ah! It's a ghost! The evil ghost is back!"

Playing tricks again, Fan Wan slammed the door with his fist angrily, and repeated: "Who, speak well!"

I don't know if I heard Fan Wan's voice tremble, the voice outside the door became more excited, put away the sad and strange tone, exhaled, and snorted: "Huh..."

The voice was hoarse and thin, and after a muffled snort, he said with a strange smile: "Hehe... I... I can hang in the air... I can fly... I can teleport... and I can kill you, Who do you say I am?"

Behind them were the horrified eyes of everyone, staring at the door tightly, their breathing almost stagnated.

The evil ghost finished speaking triumphantly, but he didn't hear them yelling "Ah, it's a ghost" as he wished. Instead, Fan Wan rubbed his chin with his hands and replied very seriously: "It's so amazing? Could it be the legend... A master of quantum mechanics?"

Instantly killed the evil spirit with words.

Probably because of his sharp language and aura, the evil ghost was speechless, and there was a silence outside the door.

There was also silence inside the door...

Seeing that the other party did not answer, Fan Wan said again: "Master, I know that quantum mechanics seems to be very powerful, but we don't register for classes, so we just want to take a rest here."

"Wuzhi Xiaoxiao, how dare you talk to me like this!" The evil ghost seemed to react for a long time, and his voice suddenly became violent, roaring.

Hearing this tone, Fan Wan was puzzled for a while, smacked his lips and said: "If you talk like this, others will mistake you for Long Aotian. The appearance of such a character will make our plot low."

Fan Wan dismissed it and continued to retort: ​​"But Master Long, it's really not possible. Let's buy some of your "Quantum Internal Mechanics" later, do you think it's okay?"

"I want to take, take your life!" The evil ghost shouted outside the door, but his voice was choked and trembling, "What kind of chicken-feathered dragon Aotian, what quantum internal force! I am the fucking ghost you knocked out just now!"

Fan Wan inside the door looked suddenly enlightened, and said: "Oh... so it's Master Ghost, sorry, what do you mean by knocking on the door now? You have just staged a self-inflicted snare, and now you want to show off your fierceness. Do ghosts weep?"

"You have the guts to open the door, and I'll show you what it means for a macho to cry!" The evil ghost was a little out of breath.

"Ah!" The bald man clasped his hands tightly to his chest and screamed, "He wants to make people cry!"

The man with glasses slapped the bald uncle's hunchback, and his palm was bounced off again.

"If you have the guts, don't blah, show me a hearse drift, and float in." Fan Wan didn't lose his momentum, and directly yelled at the evil spirit through the door.

"Hahahaha." The other party laughed wildly, and said, "If I forcefully break in, I may go into a bloodthirsty rage. I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, and I will tear you all to pieces! You should open the door obediently, and we will communicate in a civilized manner."

"It's very civilized across the door." Fan Wan didn't take the other party's tricks.

"Ghost, you are meowing! Believe it or not, I will kill you by fetching objects from the air every minute!"

"Just blow it up, you're still in the air, belch you!"

Unexpectedly, on this dark and stormy night, in the old house of resentment, the vicious ghosts are actually... arguing with people across the wall...

After just these few rounds, the people behind him have already fallen into self-doubt.

who am I?

where am I?

What should I do?

This is indeed known as the three ultimate problems of the escape game.

The man with glasses raised his glasses with his index finger, and couldn't help but whisper to the person next to him: "Is he arguing with a ghost?"

Although the bald uncle was very scared, his face was still blushing, a little shy: "I have to say, this little brother is really nice."

The clerk was stunned: "Why did the whole game's style of painting change after the foreign aid came?"

The high school girl continued to complain: "Screaming and cursing at the evil spirits like this, being aggressive, is this a foreign aid that was invited? This is clearly a fierce animal that rushed in, tsk tsk tsk."

Fan Wan turned a blind eye, just going back and forth across the door, scolding the evil spirit for another 10 minutes.

In the end, it was estimated that the evil spirit had run out of words, and lay at the door panting heavily.

Everyone actually began to feel a little pity for this evil ghost.

In any case, at this moment, Fan Wan did his part to gain the upper hand, and he had already rubbed the evil spirit on the ground fiercely in terms of language, but this did not make them feel at ease. .

The few people behind decided to take action. The bald uncle and the man with glasses supported Fan Wan and dragged him back, the high school girl covered Fan Wan's mouth, and the staff girl supported his feet.

Fan Wan was speechless "Uhhhhhh", and the scolding outside also stopped abruptly.

After pulling him away from the battlefield, he let go of his hand, Brother Glasses said urgently: "It's an evil ghost after all, please save face!"

The bald uncle also echoed, "That's right, what if I really pissed him off?"

Fan Wan wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "No way."

"How do you say, how are you sure?" The man with glasses was dubious.

"Think about it, this evil spirit really has the ability to kill us, and she can politely knock on the door? What kind of shit is teleporting, this idiot can't even get in this door, he can only scold me across the wall , must not be able to kill us, so they want to use our fear to defeat us one by one."

Makes sense.

Fan Wan's mind is very bright, and she has basically figured out the routine.

Little ghosts don't need to run, big ghosts can't.That's the reason.

Seeing that the evil spirit was hit with a stick by him first, and then fought with him at the door, his face was red, and he couldn't fight back. No matter how you look at it, he is just a little ghost and a miscellaneous soldier.

"The more you are afraid, the more accidents are likely to happen."

Fan Wan's words were convincing, but he didn't know whether it was due to his natural courage or nervous nature.