escape death game

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

Yang Hao screamed and got up from the ground, and ran away in a breakdown.

Sun Tai was completely crushed by the box, this sudden change shocked almost everyone present, only Wang Na and Chen Wei stood beside him indifferently, unmoved.

"What a waste."

Wang Na said quietly, "Go and deal with it."

Chen Wei nodded, picked up a shovel and strode forward, shoveling away the pile of scarlet minced meat under the box.

The strong smell of blood surged in the air, and Lan Yueyao's face changed again and again, finally couldn't bear it anymore, bent over and vomited earth-shattering.

"End of work,"

Wang Na glanced at her, frowned in disgust, and said, "Go back to your room, if you dare to escape again, you won't be so lucky."

Lin Qiao looked up and saw Qin Fu bowed his head and said something to Wen Luna a few meters away, and the two left together.

Lin Qiao lowered his eyelashes, wondering what he was thinking.

"elder brother,"

Xiao Keai pulled his hand and whispered, "That Qin Fu... is someone you know?"

"……I have no idea,"

Lin Qiao said, "If he is, then I will recognize him. If he is not..."

He didn't say the second half of the sentence, but was silent for a while, and said, "Forget it."

Xiao Keai: "Then don't think so much, let's go back and rest."

"Ah."

Everyone returned to the mental hospital under Chen Wei's supervision, because they just witnessed the death of their companions, Lan Yueyao and Yang Hao were in extremely poor condition, and they were driven back by Chen Wei all the way.

At the door of the cell-like room, Wang Na held a file and blocked their way.

"Since one person is missing, you have to reassign the room."

"Wait a moment,"

Xiao Keai raised his hand, "Can I choose my own companion?"

Wang Na didn't lift her eyelids: "Yes, go live with that dead man."

Xiao Keai: "..."

Chen Wei moved a box and asked the remaining eight people to draw lots.The first round was drawn quickly, and everyone opened their notes, looking for another cohabitant.

When Zhang Xiaolan found out that she couldn't be with her boyfriend, and that her boyfriend was in the same room as Lan Yueyao, she immediately exploded.

"What's going on? You actually want to live with that woman?!"

"calm down."

Wu Yueming comforted, "I just live in one room, don't worry, I won't do anything."

"Heh, what you said sounds nice."

Zhang Xiaolan sneered, "I'm afraid that other shameless people have some scheming intentions to seduce you."

Lan Yueyao next to her was angry when she heard this and dared not say anything, she could only bite her lip and walk away with red eyes.

Xiao Keai said: "Brother, who do you share a room with?"

Lin Qiao said: "I don't know, but I'm still in the original room, how about you?"

"I'm with Yang Hao, it seems we have to separate."

Xiao Keai looked around, "Well, Zhang Xiaolan and Wen Luna are together... Wait, brother, aren't you—"

Lin Qiao turned his head, just in time to meet the man's gaze.

Qin Fu's face was cold: "You—"

Lin Qiao turned around without saying a word, and walked away.

Qin Fu: "..."

Xiao Keai: "Brother, why don't I trade with you."

Qin Fu glanced at him and left.

That gaze was as sharp as a falcon, Xiao Keai shuddered, and murmured: "Why are you so angry..."

In the small room, as soon as Qin Fucai walked in, he saw Lin Qiao dragging his bed to the corner.

"..."

He walked to his bed in silence, sat down and looked at Lin Qiao who made the bed.

The youth's figure is long and slender, and the curve of his waist is graceful and thin, as if he could hold it with one hand...

Qin Fu thought blankly: I want to hug him.

"We need to talk," he said.

Lin Qiao had just made the bed, and turned around: "What are you talking about?"

His expression was indifferent, filled with "Go away, who wants to talk to you idiot", blind people can see his dislike, only Qin Fu is as immovable as a mountain.

Qin Fu said: "I think you may have misunderstood me."

"No misunderstanding,"

Lin Qiao said coldly, "I don't know you."

"That's the best,"

Qin Fu said, "We will spend some time together, so I don't hope there will be any mistakes along the way."

A mocking smile appeared on Lin Qiao's face, he turned his head and ignored him.

At dinner time, Chen Wei drove several people to the cafeteria.Since they witnessed Sun Tai's tragic death in the morning, most of them had no appetite, let alone dinner.

The dean stood beside Wang Na and chatted with her. Chen Wei, not far away, kept staring at him coldly, with a very unkind expression.

Wen Luna swallowed a mouthful of food absently, looked up, and found that the attention of the person opposite had shifted again.

"team leader,"

She said, "Does it look good?"

Qin Fu: "What?"

Wen Luna: "Here."

Not far away, Lin Qiao was sitting under the lamp, and the light softened the curve of his side face, extending to the lower jaw, outlining a beautiful and delicate arc.

Qin Fu: "..."

Wen Luna: "It's really pretty."

"It's not pretty,"

Qin Fu said lightly, "Eat your meal."

Wen Luna: "Oh."

Then you still watch.

She swallowed a mouthful of food.

Still watching.

-

After dinner, everyone was driven back to the room.

Lin Qiao and Qin Fu had nothing to say, they went to bed early and fell asleep.

He had a dream, which was the scene where Fu Mian proposed to him for the first time.

It was an early morning, and Lin Qiao was lying on the sofa to catch up on sleep.Fu Mian walked past him, the tall figure pressed down and held him in his arms.

"Baby, what gift do you want for your anniversary?"

"Anniversary?"

Lin Qiao said lazily, "What anniversary?"

"... our three-year anniversary together."

"Oh,"

Lin Qiao turned his head in sleepiness, and said, "Whatever."

"How can it be casual?"

Fu Mian gently bit his earlobe, spraying hot breath on the skin, inexplicably itchy, "This is only for you and me... Think about it seriously, be good."

"Have no idea,"

Lin Qiao simply said, "You help me think."

Fu Mian was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "How about getting married?"

"..."

Lin Qiao opened his eyes and glanced at him with a half-smile.

"Are you proposing?"

"Yes, I'm proposing."

Fu Mian pursed her lips, "Do you agree or not?"

Lin Qiao thought for a while and said, "No."

"..."

"No rings and no flowers."

Lin Qiao smiled slightly, "It's very perfunctory."

Fu Mian chuckled and said, "Then wait until the anniversary day, when you have a ring and a flower, you must marry me."

Lin Qiao let out a "huh" and said, "Okay, then—"

"Ah ah ah ah ah--!!"

In the middle of the night, the woman's screams broke the original silence.Lin Qiao woke up from the dream and opened his eyes.

Qin Fu kicked open the iron door of the room, turned to him and said, "It's Wang Na's voice."

Lin Qiao gave a brief "hmm", turned over and sat up, and left the room with Qin Fu.

Chen Wei was nowhere to be seen in the corridor. A bunch of keys hung on the wall. Qin Fu took it off and opened the doors of each room.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

Wu Yueming said, "Did someone have an accident?"

Lan Yueyue walked out behind him, her clothes were still a little messy because she had just been woken up.Zhang Xiaolan raised her brows when she saw Gao Gao, and cursed an ugly word.

"That's where the voice comes from,"

Wen Luna pointed in one direction, "It seems to be the door over there, let's go and have a look."

It was the head nurse Wang Na who screamed, but they didn't meet Wang Na along the way, and the entire mental hospital was quiet, as if all the staff had evaporated overnight.

Just as he was about to approach the gate, Wu Yueming, who was walking in front, suddenly let out a panic and said, "That's... that's the dean!!"

Thick blood flowed slowly on the ground. At the gate of the mental hospital, the dean lay crookedly there, his eyes wide open, his expression extremely frightened.

There was a locked door behind him, and a sharp knife was stuck in front of him. The blade had completely sunk into his heart, and his body was already cold.

No one spoke for a while, everyone looked at the dean's body, and saw the blood slowly overflowing from under him, as if being guided by something... spelled out a line of blood.

——Find the murderer and escape from the mental hospital.