Escape from the world [Cthulhu]

Before An Lan opened her eyes, she felt something kicking her leg, and there was a bright light flickering in front of her eyes.

An inexplicable irritability came to her heart, and when she opened her eyes, she had the desire to kill someone.

At the same time as she opened her eyes, the light source was removed from her eyes, and someone was groping around her, looking for things.

It takes less than 20 seconds for her to restrain an ordinary person.

After restraining the other party, she was surprised to find that the other party was actually a boy, who seemed to be at the age of junior high school.

"Aren't you dead?" The boy looked at An Lan in surprise.

"Not yet." An Lan snatched from the boy the light source that was dangling in front of her just now—it turned out to be the strong flashlight she brought down. She frowned, and the restlessness in her heart surged again, "This is me. How could it be held by you?"

"If you fall to your death, it will be mine, idiot." The boy whispered.

An Lan had no intention of fussing with the cubs and was not curious about why there were children here, so she tugged on his collar warningly and let go, and began to observe the dark place.

This is a large room, and the walls are covered with strangely shaped weapon display racks and maps that An Lan doesn't recognize.

An Lan took a closer look. These weapons looked like antlers? ... No, not quite right.

As she thought about it, she always felt that this was some key information.

But at this moment, someone kicked him from behind: "Hello."

An Lan turned her head and said in a bad tone, "Kick me again, and I'll kill you."

"You're just scaring people, I'm not afraid of you." The boy made a face, "You know how to get out, right? Take me out."

"I don't know." An Lan didn't want to pay attention to him. She wanted to continue thinking, but her thoughts had been interrupted, so she had to give up.

"There are so many things on you, you must know where this place came from..." Before the boy finished speaking, another person fell from their heads.

An Lan dodged in time, but the boy was hit by the man's leg on the shoulder, and immediately screamed out in pain.

An Lan walked over and recognized at a glance that it was the younger sister of the pair of sisters.She reached out and patted the lady on the shoulder: "Ma'am, can you hear me? Are you okay?"

The lady squeezed out a voice from her throat: "... yes."

The pain in the boy's shoulders eased slightly, and he strode forward and kicked the lady in the stomach with all his strength: "Go to hell—"

The lady screamed in pain and curled up in pain.

An Lan stood up.

He grabbed the boy and said in a gloomy tone, "Do you remember what I said before?"

"I didn't kick you!" The boy was still hurting in his shoulders, and was grabbed by a woman again, and immediately yelled, "Let me go! A woman dare not beat anyone, do you still want to kill me? ?!"

An Lan gave him a touch without hesitation.

The boy didn't stop, but shouted louder: "You wait for me to come, I'm taller than you, I will kill you!"

[A girl, no matter how powerful she is, she is no match for a man. ] An Lan recalled what the defeated team had said before, [It's not enough just to look at the size, this kind of body is not enough to be an opponent, but it's not bad to be a little lover, otherwise how could he be let go all the way to become a champion. ]

Why didn't I turn around and punch him?

An Lan was in a daze, and was hit on the arm with the elbow by the struggling boy...

An Lan subconsciously grasped the dagger pinned to her waist.

...Forget it, murder is a crime.

An Lan thought so, and threw the boy into a corner: "Be honest."

She lost her strength at once, and the boy was hit by her directly against the wall, making him dizzy.

It finally quieted down.

An Lan let out a long breath, and went back to look at the lady: "Are you okay?"

The lady had come to her senses, and she stood up from the ground: "Thank you...I'm much better."

Since he couldn't die, An Lan nodded and continued to explore the room.

Finally she found an inconspicuous door between a wall full of shelves and maps.

She pushed the door hard, but didn't push it.

There was no keyhole or anything like that on the door, just a series of notches that looked like cockroaches crawled through.

Oh, it's most likely a foreign language, and she can't even recognize it, let alone understand it.

An Lan only took one look, then gave up, and decided to find out if there is a way to brute force it.

"It says on it—look at the other side, there is a place where you can rest." The lady just leaned over to take a look and then translated it. Seeing An Lan's surprised face, she forced a smile, "Yes Let me know, my name is Marita, I major in linguistics, maybe I can be of some help."

An Lan nodded, expressionless, and went to explore the shelf opposite the door.

"Maybe we can help each other and go out together." Marita followed suit, "You are amazing."

"Thank you for the compliment... Rang Rang, you're blocking me." An Lan pushed her.

"Oh, sorry……"

An Lan's fingers groped on the wall for a moment, then touched a bump, and she pressed down hard.

Accompanied by the rumbling sound of the mechanism, the wall turned over... and under the cover of this huge sound, something came from behind.

An Lan restrained the boy who stabbed her with the strange weapon on the wall, pressed him against the wall, and focused his eyes on the weapon in his hand: "Oh, I remembered, this is not the mouthpart of a beetle. "

Half of the boy's face was squeezed out of shape, but he was still holding a weapon in his hand and trying to poke An Lan's arm.

"I almost forgot, it's not illegal to kill people here." An Lan snatched the things from his hands, thinking that she was probably being controlled by Boss Yan and the company captain and got used to being a good person. She almost forgot the first few modules What is it like to kill anyone with a gun, she bit the flashlight in her mouth, and stabbed down with the hand holding the weapon—the other hand quickly moved up to block the opponent's mouth.

An unstoppable cry of pain rang out.

"Before I woke up, your kicks didn't count."

"These things I warned you about, count them."

"Oh, and that kick you kicked someone--it counts triple."

Marita was very thankful that she did not bring any lighting tools, nor did she use a mobile phone to illuminate, so she could only see An Lan's back.

But just listening to the sound of sticky flesh and flesh rubbing against each other and the weaker and weaker cries of pain, accompanied by An Lan's light tone... made her shudder.

After An Lan finished what she was doing, she looked at the other side of the wall that had just turned around - a huge coffin was embedded in the wall, and it was empty inside.

"Since it's a place to sleep, there must be someone in it..." An Lan said to herself.

The faint voice of the boy she was still pressing against the wall came to Marita's ears in the darkness: "...No, please..."

An Lan put the people who should go in, and then closed the coffin lid: "Good night."

The voice is quite gentle.

There was no way for Marita to retreat. Leaning against the wall, she felt so close to the devil for the first time.

As the coffin lid was closed, there was a rattling sound from inside the coffin, as if something... was crawling inside.

Marita was frightened by her own imagination, all of this was far beyond her cognition, and she had already started to question herself, what kind of evil was it that caused her and Suzanne to come down like this... What was in the coffin? ?What's the situation with this girl who didn't talk much all the way and looks a little stupid? Why can she do such cruel things so calmly...

Can I get out of here alive?

An Lan looked at her hands covered with things in disgust. The drinking water was in her bag. If she just took it like this, it would leave a mark.

An Xian will know.

She looked into the dark corner and took off the flashlight with her teeth clenched in her clean hand: "Marita, are you still awake?"

"...I'm here." Marita said tremblingly.

"Oh, I'm not crazy, then help me get the water in my backpack, I need to wash my hands." An Lan breathed a sigh of relief.

Marita stood motionless in the corner.

"...If you don't come to provoke me, I won't do anything to you." An Lan belatedly thought that her behavior just now seemed to scare people, "But if you don't help, I'll wait Probably wipe your hands on your clothes."

This is the literal meaning, but after hearing it in Marita's ears, it was automatically translated into: wipe your hands with your clothes after killing you.

Marita stumbled over and untied An Lan's backpack with shaking hands.

She is not as tall as An Lan, so she shook her hands like this for a long time before untying it.

An Lan thoughtfully squatted down a little.

Marita thought the demon was getting impatient with her clumsiness, and almost jumped up on the spot.

A bottle of water took 5 minutes to come out.

After An Lan washed her hands, she felt comfortable all over.

She looked at Marita, who was still trembling while looking at the dark marks on the ground, and felt that it was better not to care about her.

So he took the flashlight to see if there was any change in the previous door.

Probably there is some kind of mechanism in that coffin, the door that used to be tight and couldn't be pushed open this time with just a light push.

An Lan pushed the door open and took a light with the flashlight—it was a deep corridor. She turned her head and called Marita: "You can go."

Marita followed tremblingly.

"Since you are not crazy, be normal." An Lan racked her brains to explain her, "Even in the face of death, you must keep smiling, smiling."

Marita... Marita couldn't laugh!

An Lan took a deep breath, then said with a straight face, "The one who looks the same as me is my sister, you know that?"

Marita nodded tremblingly. The two people looked exactly alike, and she didn't know if she wanted to.

"If she finds something wrong," An Lan said grimly, "I'll kill you."

Marita cried out.

An Lan scratched her hair: "...Forget it."

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