escape death game

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

There was a scream in the closed room, and it quickly fell silent again.

The next moment, the doors in the corridor opened one after another, and several people who heard the movement rushed out one after another—Huang Xin was the first to rush to the door of Zhang Zhixi's room, and pulled the doorknob hard.

"Zhang Zhixi! Zhang Zhixi, did you hear that? If you hear it, respond!"

"..."

No one responded in the room, and since that scream sounded, there has been no human voice inside.

"What are you excited about?"

Yi Yuan stood not far away, looked at Huang Xin calmly, and said, "It's probably cold already, so there's nothing I can do if I rush in now."

Huang Xin frowned and said, "At least we must know how he died, otherwise we will die in an unclear way."

Lin Qiao walked out of the room, saw him being blocked at the door, and said, "Let me go."

Huang Xin retreated as he said, and Lin Qiao kicked the door neatly—with a "bang", the door was kicked open, and a bloody smell rushed out.

Huang Xin's face changed slightly, and Lin Qiao walked in first... The room was empty, and there was no one there.

"What about people?"

Huang Xin asked in surprise, "Why did it disappear out of thin air?"

Lin Qiao: "No, the person is still here."

He found the smell of blood and came to the bed, only to see that there were messy quilts on the bed, and most of the quilts were torn to the ground, tightly blocking the bottom of the bed.

Lin Qiao half-knelt beside the bed, lifted the quilt...to meet a pale face.

Lin Qiao: "..."

He said, "People are here."

Huang Xin bent down to take a look, and gasped.

Zhang Zhixi's corpse was lying at the bottom of the bed, or it was not a corpse anymore - his upper body was twisted 360 degrees, his legs were twisted together, his bones were shattered, and blood flowed horizontally.

Lin Qiao dragged Zhang Zhixi's body out and turned his face.

Unsurprisingly, Zhang Zhixi still maintained a terrified expression on his face, his eyes were wide open, and his mouth was opened wide, unable to close it.

Huang Xin said, "What's under the bed?"

Lin Qiao said, "Nothing."

He pulled out the sheet and covered Zhang Zhixi. Huang Xin straightened his upper body and remained silent.

Yi Yuan stood aside with her chest folded, looked around the room, and suddenly found something.

As she was walking there, she bumped into another person on the way—Xiao Keai.

Xiao Keai let out an "ah" and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry... did you find that too?"

He pointed to the window, Yi Yuan glanced at him and raised her eyebrows.

The room is covered with wallpaper, only a little peeling off at the edge of the window, revealing a little bit of bright red.

Xiao Keai was shocked when he tore off the piece of wallpaper.

On the yellowed wall was a painting of a woman holding a knife with blood dripping from the corner of her mouth. The blood dripped from the tip of the woman's knife... to the floor, forming a straight line with Zhang Zhixi's body.

The lines of this painting are rough and simple, like a child's graffiti, but because of this, the woman on the wall looks extraordinarily weird.

Lin Qiao stared at the painting for a few seconds, then frowned slightly and said, "Fu Linna."

Xiao Keai: "What?"

"This woman is wearing a robe, just like the witch Fulina we saw yesterday."

"That's why the witch killed him."

Yi Yuan said, "What should we do now, go find the saint?"

"Even if you want to find it, you have to wait until tomorrow."

Huang Xin said, "How about this, let's call the others up, and let's all get together to get through tonight."

The others had no objection to his proposal. They went to wake up Chen Yaohui, Shu Xiaoli and Cheng Jun. The three were still confused when they woke up. When they learned that Zhang Zhixi was killed in their room, His face changed immediately.

"what happened?!"

Cheng Jun shouted, "Why do people die? Are you kidding me!"

Shu Xiaoli said: "Keep your voice down, don't be too loud..."

"It was! Didn't the saint say she wanted to protect us?!"

Cheng Jun said, "What's the use of her, some of us still died! If I had known this, I shouldn't have entered this ghost town yesterday—"

Yi Yuan was beside her and said nonchalantly, "If you don't come in here, you would have been eaten by monsters yesterday."

Cheng Jun choked, Huang Xin smoothed things over and said, "Okay, stop arguing, it will be dawn soon, we will go to Angela then, and let her come here to have a look."

After hearing this, Cheng Jun muttered something dissatisfied, but he did not say anything.

The room couldn't fit so many people, so they sat on the first floor for hours until dawn.

In the early morning, someone knocked on their door, it was a town resident who kindly brought them breakfast.Everyone found Angela through him, and told her what happened yesterday.

Angela showed a look of surprise, and quickly agreed to go back with everyone.Holding the hem of her skirt, she stepped across the threshold lightly and came to Zhang Zhixi's room.

As soon as she entered the room, Angela frowned slightly, and said, "It has the breath of a witch... It seems that you were marked by her when you were outside."

Huang Xin said: "Then what should we do? Will she keep chasing us?"

Angela shook her head and said, "I'll set up a restriction for you so that she won't dare to approach here again."

After she finished speaking, she clasped her hands, closed her eyes and recited a series of incantations that no one could understand... only a white light fell gently in the room, and then disappeared.

Lin Qiao looked around, he felt that some changes had taken place here, but he couldn't tell what the specific changes were.

Xiao Keai said: "Is this safe?"

"No, absolute safety cannot be guaranteed."

Angela said, "After all, one of you died here. Death is the witch's favorite breath...Be careful. If you find danger, you can find me immediately."

Lin Qiaodao: "When Zhang Zhixi died, we found a painting on the wall."

Angela said: "What painting? Show me."

Guided by Lin Qiao, she went to the window. The wallpaper had already been torn off, and she could see what was on the wall at a glance—but surprisingly, the woman originally painted on the wall had disappeared.

"Impossible, I was still here just now."

Xiao Keai was surprised, "It's a woman, holding a knife, and the knife is still dripping with blood... it's here!"

He rubbed his hands against the wall, but only got a handful of dust.

Angela pondered for a while, and said: "This may be a kind of magic, I need to go back and study it. I will tell you when I find it, and you should stay away from this room for the time being."

She frowned and hurried away full of thoughts.Everyone had no choice but to lock Zhang Zhixi's room first and avoid it far away.

Without Zhang Zhixi, there were only seven people left in the small building.They reassigned the rooms, one room for three people, one room for four people, and two rooms next to each other, so they could find out in time if there was any movement.

It was getting dark very quickly in the small town, it was clearly past noon not long ago, and the sun was setting in the blink of an eye.Darkness enveloped the town, night has come.

Xiao Keai spread his quilt on the corner by the wall, turned around and saw Chen Yaohui got into the quilt, and said, "Did you go to bed so early?"

"yes,"

Chen Yaohui poked his head out of the quilt and said helplessly, "I'd better go to bed early. What if I can't sleep and encounter something."

Xiao Keai made some sense after thinking about it, so he adjusted his quilt in twos and twos, and got in.

In the next room lived two girls, Yi Yuan and Shu Xiaoli, plus Huang Xin and Cheng Jun, a total of four people.There are only three of them here, and the room is not big. It is actually a little bit reluctant to squeeze three people, but it's okay.

The sound of splashing water came from the bathroom, and it didn't take long before the sound of water stopped abruptly.Lin Qiao walked out of the room covered in mist, saw Xiao Keyai and Chen Yaohui lying down, and went to check whether the door was locked.

The door was not closed, but ajar.Lin Qiao buckled the door lock, caught a glimpse of something red out of the corner of his eye, and turned his head away.

——There is a drawn hand on the edge of the door frame, the lines are crooked, as if someone painted it with a red pen.

Lin Qiao tried to wipe it off, but found that the handwriting was dry and could not be wiped off no matter what.So he went to the bathroom to get some water - and when he came back, the walls were clean and nothing was there.

"..."

Lin Qiao stared at the wall for a few seconds, then slowly frowned.

The room fell silent, and a light could be seen leaking through the crack of the door in the deserted corridor.After a few minutes, the light suddenly went out, leaving only darkness.

Tick, tick.

In the middle of the night, Xiao Keai was awakened by some sound, he opened his eyes in a daze, and just as he wanted to get up, he felt a hand firmly pressed on his shoulder, stopping his movement.

Xiao Keai's heart skipped a beat, and he immediately turned his head—Lin Qiao made a silent gesture to him in the dark, and then lightly pointed to the side.

Xiao Keai slowly turned in the direction he was pointing at, and found a gap in the window that he had closed tightly a meter away.

The cold moonlight poured in from the window, illuminating the whole room brightly.With the help of the moonlight, Xiao Keai could see clearly on the wall by the window... there was a stick figure with rough lines.

The painting was of a woman, with a knife in her hand, blood on the corner of her mouth, and a vicious and ferocious expression—as if she had just swallowed a person alive, and she still couldn't get enough of it.

Xiao Keai: "..."

He was stiff all over, and couldn't help swallowing under extreme tension——"Googling", the obvious swallowing sound was very clear in the almost dead room.

Xiao Keai: "!!!"

In the next second, he was horrified to find that the dark eyeballs of the woman who was originally painted on the wall turned around——

He stared straight at him.