Penitent hand, trembling slightly

To be honest, Shen Maomao, a super straight girl, knows nothing but lipstick.

But now that the brushes are in her hands, she can only bite the bullet and rush upwards.

Xiao Qiao's process of disposing of the corpse was bloody and disgusting, and Shen Maomao felt pain just looking at it, but she not only had to watch, but also followed it.

Gong Lian didn't even dare to look around, she squatted in the corner and covered her mouth, she wanted to vomit but couldn't, tears streaming down her face.

Relying on his own post-modern art bacteria, Shen Maomao followed Xiao Qiao's instructions to apply makeup on Huang Hongxing step by step, so nervous that he didn't dare to breathe too much.

Xiao Qiao watched the half of her subordinate's face slowly take shape, her expression was indescribable, but she didn't say anything.

Time passed by, and the two finally stopped writing at the same time.Shen Maomao shook his numb arm, selectively ignored the half of Xiao Qiao's painted face, admiring his masterpiece: "It seems to be pretty good."

Xiao Qiao looked at Huang Hongxing's purple eye shadow, delicate eyelashes and scarlet lips on the left side of his face, couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, and didn't speak.

Gong Lian rubbed her arms, and asked in a trembling voice: "Do you feel...it's a bit cold here..."

Shen Maomao raised his head abruptly, and exchanged a glance with the equally shocked Xiao Qiao.

The temperature in the room did not know when it became lower, just like the guard's room, every time the people inside took a breath, a small piece of white mist would appear.

It was only then that Shen Maomao realized that her fingertips were cold. Just now she felt that her numb hands were not from tiredness, but from cold!

Xiao Qiao calmed down and said, "The makeup is done, let's go and find two men to change his clothes."

It's rare for Shen Maomao to unite with her, and they all think it's better to leave here earlier.

As soon as Gong Lian heard what they said, she immediately stood up and rushed to the door, holding the doorknob and pressing down, but she didn't.

She was about to cry, looked at the two women who were one step behind her, and said in a panic, "What should I do? I can't open it!"

Xiao Qiao turned her head to open the window, but when she turned around, she suddenly realized that the window in this room was actually a complete piece of glass, sealed in the window frame, and there was no way to open it.

Gong Lian slid to the ground with her back leaning against the door panel, clutching her overalls tightly: "It's so cold... Are we going to freeze to death here?"

Shen Maomao looked at the wooden door and said coldly: "Give me the space."

Gong Lian was frightened by her cold gaze, and almost reflexively followed her order and crawled to the side: "You...what are you going to do?"

In the next second, she saw Shen Maomao raise her right leg sideways, and kicked on the iron gate with a thunderous force.

There was a loud "boom", the iron door remained motionless, but the other two women were dumbfounded.

If she gave herself such a kick just now, would she be able to bear it?Gong Lian looked at the corpse on the left and Shen Maomao on the right, not knowing which side to move for herself.

However, Shen Maomao had already kicked out the second time, and there was another loud noise. The wall seemed to shake twice, but the iron gate still did not respond at all.

Shen Maomao withdrew his numb feet, kept his face calm, and sighed: "It seems that we can't leave by violence."

Xiao Qiao said, "They locked the door from the outside?"

Shen Maomao shook his head, and put his hands on the cold iron door: "It's not like, I didn't kick the door with my two feet just now, but it seems to have kicked some solid barrier..."

She had seen a similar barrier before, in the school of the last dungeon, but at that time, as a player, she could freely enter and exit the air wall, and the ones who couldn't get out were NPCs.

Gong Lian glanced at the corpse, then quickly looked away.Weakly said: "Is it because we haven't dressed him yet, so he...he doesn't want us to go..."

There are no shrouds in this room, but there is a piece of overalls that I don't know who belongs to.

The temperature in the room is getting lower and lower, and Shen Maomao's hands are frozen stiff. She knows that she can't drag it any longer, and she doesn't care about the fear. She takes out the clothes and rushes to the corpse, and starts to pick him up with blood on it. jacket.

The man's skin was colder than that iron door, which gave Shen Maomao the illusion of being frostbitten.

Xiao Qiao also came over: "Can this work?"

Shen Maomao didn't even look at her: "Take a dead horse as a living horse doctor."

The two of them worked together to strip Huang Hongxing naked. At this moment, who cares about the difference between men and women, Shen Maomao lifted his upper body, Xiao Qiao put on his clothes, and then moved his frozen fingers twice, Fasten his buttons one by one.

After all the clothes and pants were put on, Shen Maomao ran to the door again. Gong Lian took the handle before her, and pressed down hard, but it still didn't move.

"No...it still can't be opened!"

How can it be?On the first day of the game, you plan to kill three people at once?

Shen Maomao felt that this possibility was unlikely.

Her brain was running fast, she calmly squeezed Gong Lian away, and put her hand on the doorknob.

As soon as she got on it, she found that it was different from the touch she had touched the door before—the transparent barrier seemed to have disappeared.

She pressed down on the handle, and before she exerted much force in her hand, there was a slight "click" sound from the door lock.

The door opened.

Shen Maomao stepped out of the threshold step by step, his face was smothered by the heat outside, and suddenly he felt that the blood frozen in his blood vessels began to flow again, and his whole body came alive.

Seeing that she left successfully, Gong Lian hurriedly stepped out, but bumped into something with a "boom", and then took two steps back and sat down on the ground.

"What's going on?" Seeing this, Xiao Qiao didn't dare to move forward any more. She tentatively stretched out a hand towards the door, but without encountering any obstacles, she stretched out the door frame directly.

Shen Maomao grabbed the hand from the outside and pulled her out with all her strength.

"Ah..." Xiao Qiao sighed, "It's so warm outside..."

Gong Lian was completely panicked.

She didn't care about her aching forehead, and crawled to the door on all hands and feet, but couldn't move forward half a step.

She put her hand on the transparent barrier and knocked hard until her fists turned red. She cried as she knocked, "Why?! Let me out! Let me out!"

She looked at Shen Maomao as if she was looking at the last straw: "Please...help me, please? Miss Qiao...help me, please?"

Everything seems to coincide with the school copy.

The people in the air wall asked her for help, and she extended a helping hand. What happened in the end?

Gong Lian was still begging: "I beg you...I'm so cold...help me..."

Xiao Qiao watched her struggling in the barrier with cold eyes, and had no intention of extending a helping hand at all.

Shen Maomao's mind played back the ugly faces of those bear children, but he still knelt down on one knee and stretched out his hand towards the air wall.

She has the ability to protect herself.

If Gong Lian also wanted to drag her back, she could just twist her wrist.

There seemed to be stars flashing in Gong Lian's beautiful eyes, she stared at Shen Maomao's outstretched hand, not even daring to blink.

However, Shen Maomao's hand stopped on the edge of the door frame, and it was difficult to make any further progress.

Gong Lian seemed to have lost her last hope, and she sat paralyzed on the ground.

Shen Maomao frowned, and punched it, which turned slightly red, but failed to break through the invisible barrier.

"I'm sorry..." She stopped her hands, stood up, and couldn't bear to look at Gong Lian's expression.

Gong Lian calmed down strangely, and said in a cold voice: "It's not your fault, thank you."

After watching the excitement for a long time, Xiao Qiao suddenly said, "Lianlian, is it because you didn't touch the corpse at all? Go and touch it, maybe you can come out!"

"Okay..." Gong Lian struggled to get up, walked forward tremblingly, and soon came to the side of the small bed.

She stretched out a hand that had been turned blue from the cold, and tremblingly touched the man's face.

The next second, a shrill scream suddenly came out from her mouth, and the door of the room closed with a "boom" in front of the two of them, and the screaming stopped abruptly at the same time.

"Fuck!" Shen Maomao knocked on the cold iron door with a fist, swearing, then went to hold the doorknob, and at the same time shouted Gong Lian's name, "Hello! Gong Lian?! Gong Lian?? !"

The doorknob didn't budge.

Xiao Qiao next to him said indifferently: "Stop knocking, everyone is dead, so who are you going to act for?"

Shen Maomao glanced at her coldly.

Xiao Qiao remembered her kick on the door, her expression changed, she immediately stopped talking, and walked towards the hall.

Shen Maomao bit her lip, feeling very uncomfortable.

She doesn't like Gong Lian, but watching her have an accident in front of her, and the powerlessness that she has no way to stop is too uncomfortable.

Hearing the sound, several people rushed over, and the leading poet asked, "What's wrong here? What happened just now?"

"Gong Lian is locked inside."

The great poet exclaimed, and then quickly sighed again: "Oh... Poor lamb-like woman, I hope you can concentrate on repenting for the mistakes you have made in hell, and the great god will forgive you and guide you Step into heaven..."

Shen Maomao didn't want to hear him publish her new work here, so she walked quickly to Lou Jingmo, who was at the end of the crowd, and threw herself into her arms like a child who had been wronged outside.

Lou Jingmo touched her head and said softly: "It's okay, you've worked hard..."

"Crack..."

A small voice came from the direction of the iron gate, and Shen Maomao's ears moved, and he suddenly raised his head from Lou Jingmo's arms, and turned to look at the door.

The doorknob tilted downward by itself, and the iron door was opened a gap, which made the people at the door scream and disperse.

The next second, the iron door was pulled open, and the intact Gong Lian stood inside the door, smiling at the people outside: "I was scared to death... I thought I was going to die here..."

There was no blood stain on her body, and her expression didn't look stiff, just like a living person.

The great poet breathed a sigh of relief after being taken aback, complaining to Shen Maomao: "You, why are you so surprised, being locked up in the room does not mean you are dead, isn't this a waste of our feelings?"

Shen Maomao: "??" What's the situation? ?

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