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Bright lights, deep corridors, looking up, there is no way to go except forward and backward, there is a locked iron gate in front, and a strict high wall in the back. Obviously, the door is the only way out.

"Slow down, let's slow down." The fortune-teller was sitting on the ground, holding the box in her hand, next to the iron door, she looked up at the keyhole on the door, which had nothing to do with the iron rod in her hand .

"Can I have a look?" The boy in the white coat approached and squatted down, and the girl handed him the box readily.

He flipped through the little crutch a few times, but he didn't seem to see anything.

Xiang Chi and Jiao Xian bravely wandered around in the corridor, looking at and touching, and found a lot of things.

Jiao Xian stood in front of a small cabinet. The cabinet was fixed and could not be moved, and there was a picture frame on the wall above the cabinet. The oil painting was painted with flowers and birds. The beautiful scenery that should have been like a paradise was blurred by blood. The walls, paintings, and even the cabinets were covered with large swathes of blood. The whole corridor was full of bloody people struggling and fighting everywhere, giving it the atmosphere of a murder scene.

He didn't want to take a closer look at the painting, but he was inexplicably attracted by a palm print with only four fingers. The palm print rubbed across the frame with some dragging marks, leaving a tragic and violent red.He looked at the damaged canvas, and there seemed to be a faint blue light in the middle.

"It seems to be able to insert something." He turned his head and looked at Xiang Chi who was fumbling here and there. He heard the voice and came over immediately. He leaned over and lifted the broken canvas. A narrow slit was embedded in the wall, and there was a faint blue light. , deja vu.

"Is it like the routine of the bullet?"

"Well, there must be something inserted in it."

"The question is what to put."

The two of them stood together and whispered, not in a hurry to disturb the group of resting teammates at the door.

"What are you looking at?" Meng Xiangyang saw his girlfriend sitting on the ground reading something, and squatted down curiously, "A letter?"

"Well, the clues in the drawer just now." She handed a few greeting card-sized plastic cards to her boyfriend that she hadn't read yet, and continued to look at the one in her hand.The plastic cards this time are all the size of envelopes, the font is not large, and the small one is full of rich information.

"Fuck, you two are Japanese?" Meng Xiangyang looked down at his girlfriend, and then at Xiang Chi in the distance.

Mr. Xiang tilted his head in response: "She is, I am not."

Chen Xuqing nodded, and said with a straight face: "Yes, he is not Japanese, he is a traitor."

"What are you looking at?" The other two girls moved to Chen Xuqing curiously. She just finished reading this card and handed them the card.

These plastic-packed little letter papers recorded the unseen activities of Boss Huang and Miss Liuyang.

"Yes, one of us will provide the funds, and the other will provide the venue." Meng Xiangyang smiled casually, and quickly read a card.

"What's the story between you two?" Jiao Xian and Xiang Chi also walked over and got a few cards.

"I didn't write much in the script, I just said that I was cooperating with the commander-in-chief to support the Japanese in human body enhancement experiments."

Xiang Chi glanced at ten lines, and the letter in his hand happened to be written about the relationship between the boss and the marshal. In the letter, the marshal asked Boss Huang to go to Liuyun Tea House to listen to storytelling. In fact, it should be the gathering place for their secret collusion.

"Ah?! Chen Ji Steamed Bun Shop is a place to sell stolen goods?!" The socialite girl was extremely shocked by what she saw, and her mind flashed back to the horror movies she had seen when she was a child.

Needless to say how Baozipu will sell stolen goods, as long as Xiao knows such a place, anyone will come up with an unusually unfriendly way to sell stolen goods.

"It's day, it's disgusting."

Meng Xiangyang couldn't believe it, as if a delicious meat bun was delivered to his eyes at this moment, he leaned his head back against the wall, even with his squeezed double chin, he tried his best to reject the idea of ​​suffocation in his mind.

"This is the story of the early days of the Anti-Japanese War. Otherwise, there would be no need to spend so much time destroying the corpses during the Japanese invasion."

Xiang Chi and Jiao Xian exchanged cards, but they were not affected too much by the steamed stuffed bun.

"Zhang Yunyun discovered the secret of the Japanese woman. She wanted to report it, but she was tricked into the laboratory by the Japanese woman. The medicine provided by the fortune-teller, and the truck arranged by the marshal brought her here overnight." The fortune-teller read the information in her hand. She frowned and said, "Why did Zhang Yunyun discover the secrets of Japanese women? Isn't your character a young lady who has returned from studying abroad? Do these two people have an intersection?"

Chen Xuqing replied helplessly: "I have no relationship with her, but I have with Boss Huang. The Japanese woman and Boss Huang are still lovers."

"??? What?" Meng Xiangyang was even more surprised, and said incredulously, "You still keep a singer when you have a date?"

"Keeping a singer is a disguise, and they are in a relationship with the Japanese in private." Xiang Chi and Chen Xuqing's scripts seem to be richer than others, and the two of them can be regarded as calm in the face of these sudden plots.

"Then why didn't you just kill Zhang Yunyun?" Jiao Xianlu knew the relationship between the characters, and felt that the fate of the singing girl could be simpler and more straightforward, and there was no need to send someone who knew the secret into this place.

Meng Xiangyang seconded: "That's right, if you find out, just silence it."

"Because of love." The famous girl gave the answer abruptly, and handed the cards in her hand to the standing people with a smile.

"It's written in my script that the singing girl really loves Boss Huang and wants to marry him." She stood up and continued, "The letter said that Boss Huang really fell in love with the singing girl, but he protected her very tightly for fear of getting hurt. As a result, Japanese women hate because of love, and they don’t want to let the singing girl die too easily by exposing them.”

"It's really because of love." The fortune-teller read the cards that her sisters had seen. After the plot was straightened out, she felt comfortable all over, her waist was not sore and her legs didn't hurt. The NPC might not be so timid again, anyway, there is only the last one left. One, victory is at hand.

"But why destroy the experimental subjects on the same day?" Jiao Xian still felt that there was a lack of information.

Xiang Chi also thought of many loopholes: "In the first room, it can be seen that Zhang Yunyun is dead. In the second room, we can see that she escaped from prison to fight back. In the third room, the bullets can't catch up, which means that the human body enhancement experiment was successful on her. Then who killed her in the end?"

The fortune-teller's mind, which had finally been relaxed, became tense again when they asked these two questions.

Why are you still thinking so closely under such terrifying pressure when you are also playing the secret room?

At this time, the boy in the white coat who had been silent all this time suddenly chuckled and said cheerfully, "I killed it."

Everyone looked at him in unison, and Meng Xiangyang asked in a daze, "What do you mean? Your script said you killed him?"

The smile on the corner of his mouth is very strange, the previous soft aura seems to suddenly become strange and dangerous, a trace of instinctive fear rises in their hearts like cooking smoke, they stare at this teammate who was completely different from before , it seemed that some calm and cruel mask was put on his face in an instant, but the man's tone was flat, and his voice was low and firm: "No, I killed it."

The man said quietly: "She is my best work, and she will die in my hands."

As soon as he finished speaking, he grabbed the forearm of the famous girl next to him. Everyone looked down at his hand, and then raised their heads to look at the smiling boy inexplicably. This instantaneous change didn't give them too many chances to react, and the girl herself didn't even have time Struggling, the lights in the entire corridor suddenly turned off, and they fell into pitch darkness in an instant.

"what!"

"what happened?!"

"I rely on!"

Everyone was caught off guard by the darkness, and suddenly panicked.

At this moment, a messy and heavy running sound came from the distance in the corridor, and it was impossible to tell how many people were rushing towards them in the "cracking" sound, only that there were a lot of people, very fast, and the target was them.

The positions of the players are very scattered, a few people are loosely gathered at the corner next to the iron gate, there is no way back, no way forward, the atmosphere suddenly shrinks to the extreme of fear, screams, footsteps, and low curses shuttle back and forth alternately , pushing this deep corridor into a living hellish climax.

"Ah!! Who touched me!"

"Ah! Someone is blowing on my face!!!"

"Who! Damn!!"

"Ah! Don't drag me!"

But a moment later, the most tragic scream burst out of the encirclement, forcing everyone to shut up one after another with an irreversible force.

"Ah!!! Let me go! What are you doing!!" The familiar scream of the famous lady girl became more miserable with the noise of violent struggle and collision, "Let go! Ah!!" It was like a cat being abused, just listening As soon as he went up, he knew that this person's fear had reached its peak.

"Xiaoyue!" The fortune-teller fumbled around with her arms open, waving them in panic, but she could only touch the walls and clothes that didn't feel right to the touch, it wasn't her, she was wearing a fur waistcoat, "Xiaoyue!"

"Ah!!" The girl's scream ran through the narrow corridor, and there was even an equally shocking echo, which seemed to be crying.

The sound of running spread again and gradually drifted away. The lights suddenly came on, and before everyone got used to the light, the door closed with a loud bang, completely cutting off the connection between the screaming and the corridor.

The fortune-teller rushed over in the direction of the voice, and saw nothing. She looked at the teammates not far behind one by one, Jiao Xian, Xiang Chi, Chen Xuqing, Meng Xiangyang, except for herself, there were only these four people left.

"..."

"Damn it?" Meng Xiangyang seemed to be out of his body, his head numb from the shock of the scene just now, and it seemed that the stranger's touch and drag still remained on his arm.

"What was that group of people just now!" Chen Xuqing stared wide-eyed, her eye sockets flushed with fright, her sleeves were scratched in a mess, she straightened her cuffs, as if thinking of something, suddenly a chill ran up her back, goosebumps were like Sweeping the whole body like a wave, "That person, that person is an NPC???!!!"

"Fuck! He's so quiet, he's actually an NPC?!" Meng Xiangyang's scalp was numb, and his whole body was unhappy.

"Fuck." Xiang Chi stared at the loud wall and his mind went blank.

Jiao Xian was stunned by this sudden change, and his thoughts froze temporarily, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

"Is he an NPC? He took people away? That group of people are also NPCs, right?" The fortune-teller felt the back of her neck go stiff, and she couldn't believe it.

"Absolutely, my innocence is absolutely absurd, I followed us here from the beginning to the end, it turned out to be an NPC?!" Meng Xiangyang was full of question marks, and he was so shocked that he even broke his voice: "He is still changing clothes with us outside! The secret room of love starts from the outside, right?!"

The honest teammate turned out to be an NPC who had been pretending from beginning to end!

"No wonder he doesn't have a high sense of participation. He has always been very leisurely." Jiao Xian's intelligence gradually recovered, and he recalled the details of the whole process. This person really didn't participate too much in solving puzzles. Instead, he was more agile when he was cheating his teammates. Before entering the gas chamber, he was the first to realize that the switch to turn off the gas was outside and led others out of the door, thinking it was a highlight moment, but it turned out to be someone else's cheating process.

"What should we do now? What will happen to Xiaoyue?" The fortune-teller was a little panicked, her eyes were round and her palms were sweaty.

Chen Xuqing comforted the exhaustion after being frightened: "It's okay, it's just a game, maybe it's time to go to the next room."

"Why did you arrest her? Because she is Zhang Yunyun's role?" Xiang Chi also came back to his senses, reached out to touch the wall, and tapped it with his fingers, but it was empty.

"Maybe, he didn't say that death should be at his hands." Jiao Xian also stepped forward to observe. Knowing that there was a door opened here, it is easier to find the details than to explore blindly.

"There's a hole here." He brushed his index finger over an inconspicuous small black hole at waist height, and bent over to look at Chi, but first saw the prop lying quietly on the carpet, the thin iron rod.

"Use this to drive?" He picked up the small walking stick, pinched the bent end and sent the straight end into the hole, and the seam fit perfectly.

With a soft "click", the door opened a small crack.

The fortune-teller girl whispered in surprise: "He still wants to take this little stick from me!"

"It seems like I'm ready to get into the show a long time ago. It's so evil." Meng Xiangyang watched as Jiao Xian pushed the door open. There was actually an iron door inside, and there was a small space one meter deep between the two doors.

A window was suddenly opened on the iron gate, and a human face suddenly appeared. Several people instinctively took a step back, and after seeing the facial features clearly, they all calmed down without saying a word.

"In the rainstorm, under the scorching sun, use it to protect yourself, it also hides secrets."

The former teammates have turned into NPCs who pass on clues for them, deceiving their feelings, but it is extremely exciting.

Meng Xiangyang tilted his body and poked his head out, and couldn't help complaining in his heart: "Brother, you are not kind, you hide too deeply."

"Where did you take her?" The fortune-teller cared about her sister, looking at half of her face in the window with a worried expression.

"In the rainstorm, under the scorching sun, use it to protect yourself, and it also hides secrets." False teammates can't affect the professional ethics of an NPC. They are ruthless and never say anything that has nothing to do with clues.

He read it twice again, and closed the small window with a "dang", cleanly.

After a moment of silence, Chen Xuqing broke the silence: "Let's solve the riddle first, it might be inside that door."

"Well, his words are clues, right?" The fortune-teller walked out of the small space and observed the things in the corridor.

"In the rainstorm, under the scorching sun, use it to protect yourself..." Jiao Xian murmured softly, and walked back to the oil painting.

"Is any of your characters four-fingered?" Xiang Chi saw the bloody fingerprints and guessed that this might be a hint.

"I am. One was cut off during the war, leaving only four." Meng Xiangyang walked over a few steps and asked, "What's wrong?"

He followed Xiang Chi's instructions to see the handprints, then looked at the blue light in the canvas, and took out his props from his trouser pocket with his backhand - an exaggerated and artificial gem knife.

Meng Xiangyang took off the scabbard, and the dagger was only about the length of a palm, without a sharpened edge, and had a plastic feel.

"Put it in?" He tentatively measured it a few times, and found that the width was quite suitable. With a force on his wrist, he really inserted it.

There seemed to be something scratching against the legs, and the three of them looked down, and the small cabinet was successfully opened.

Chen Xuqing looked at the three of them squatting together, and asked, "What did you find?"

"This door requires a four-digit alphanumeric code." The fortune-teller looked at the iron door again, and when she came out, she saw three men taking out a four-fingered hand from the cabinet.

Jiao Xian shook this prosthetic hand. The silicone texture is soft and Q-shaped, ignoring the uneven bloodstains on the fracture. This prop is quite decompressing.

"What can this thing do? It doesn't have anything to do with the rainstorm." Meng Xiangyang stood up and squeezed a couple of hands curiously.

"There are three cabinets in total, there should be clues." Xiang Chi walked to the nearest small cabinet and squatted down.

This cabinet door is different from the previous one. There is a small handle on the door, which seems to say "you pull me", so he pulled it up, and it opened.

"What's this?" Jiao Xian bent over to get closer, there was another door in the cabinet, and this door was a labyrinth sealed under a transparent plastic cover, with a small metal bead at the corner.

"There is a hand-shaped mechanism." The fortune-teller went to another cabinet, which was also a door that could be easily opened, and there was still a second mechanism door guarding it.

A few people rushed over to take a look, and sure enough there was an outline of a palm with only four fingers drawn on the pitch-black organ plane. The girl took the fake hand from Jiao Xian and met the outline, and the cabinet door popped open with a "beep", and inside was A chess-style object.

She took it out and turned it over to check, and found a metal disc embedded in it at the bottom.

She passed things on to others, "This seems to be... a magnet?"

"Oh! Use this to absorb the small iron balls in the maze." Chen Xuqing also felt that the visual texture of the metal piece was like a magnet.

"Go and try." Meng Xiangyang patted her head and followed her to the maze wooden cabinet.

Xiang Chi Jiaoxian returned to the small space, and they checked the combination lock again. The four-digit letter, and the reminder given by the fake teammate was just one sentence, "In the rainstorm, under the scorching sun, use it to protect yourself, and it also hides secrets." Xiang Chi whispered Repeatedly, thumb unconsciously fiddled with the password roller on it, Jiao Weiwei frowned, but then suddenly relaxed, "Is it an umbrella? Umbrellas are used in rainstorms and under the scorching sun."

Xiang Chi tilted his head to look at him, and raised his eyebrows: "Chen Xuqing has an umbrella."

On the other side, Chen Xuqing successfully sent the ball to the finish line with a magnet, and the cabinet door was easily opened, and inside was a gemstone ring. The ruby ​​was as big as a thumbnail, which was extremely flamboyant and cheap.

A few people gathered together, just feel inexplicable.

"What's this for?"

"One puzzle is tied to one, and if you solve it, just give me one of these things?"

"Is this gem also able to sense something to unlock it? Like the brooch of Xiaoyue in the first lock?"

"Can you lend me your umbrella?" Jiao Xian jumped off the topic, and the other three looked at him. Meng Xiangyang handed over the umbrella that was in his hand most of the time, and asked, "What do you want an umbrella for... oh ! Isn’t it just an umbrella!” In the middle of speaking, he first had an epiphany first, but Jiao Xian explained it sparingly.

"Ah... under the scorching sun in the rain." The fortune-teller and Chen Xuqing also came to their senses, and then looked at Jiao Xian again, "What's the secret here? On the umbrella?"

As soon as the words were finished, Jiao Xian opened the small ocean umbrella, the surface of which was covered with flamboyant lace, there was white in the pink, pink in the white, there was no pattern at all.

"I remember there is a seam in this umbrella." Meng Xiangyang held the props for his girlfriend all the way. During the break, he looked at the handle, which was thicker than ordinary umbrellas, and found a small seam not far from the bottom. At that time I thought it was the design of the umbrella itself, but I didn't study it carefully.

Jiao Xian looked at the position Meng Xiangyang was pointing at, held the bottom end and pulled it lightly, but there was no response, he twisted it left and right, and he could twist it, which was somewhat like the design of a water bottle cap. He turned to the right After a few laps, it really turned the place away.

There is a polygonal groove on the opened cross-section, which fits perfectly with that gemstone ring without looking too much.

He gave the umbrella to the fortune-teller girl, and she reacted immediately when she saw it, and aligned the rings in her hands, and felt a strong suction the moment they were aligned. She raised her hand and pulled out a hollow half face. The tube is like a bamboo tube split in the middle, and a paper roll is placed inside.

No wonder the stone looks cheap, it turns out it was there to hide the magnet underneath.

They took out the paper roll and spread it out, and it turned out to be a briefing that had not been plastic-packed, but this briefing was written on a whole page, without a single blank space.

"Oh oh oh, the briefing brought out from the last room." Chen Xuqing immediately ran to pick up the plastic board, and compared the two, the contents of the upper half were exactly the same, and the holes in the lower half were definitely on the paper full of writing. Four words will be circled.

They covered the plastic card on plain paper, and after aligning it neatly, four words were really revealed, in order from top to bottom: The Burning Sun Project.

"It's really a matryoshka, a doll within a doll, to be honest, I'm tired." Meng Xiangyang's eyes were dull, and he was obedient to the operation of the three small cabinets.

"If a player had already discovered the re-port on the umbrella handle, and then used that chess to suck it, wouldn't it be a skip?" Jiao Xian, a tourist, was obviously still full of energy, and he still had room to pick bugs.

"So they designed a groove in that section so that people would not associate it with the magnet." The tourist's boyfriend is still in the state, and he reasonably analyzes the debug action of the secret room designer.

Several people returned to the iron gate, and the four-digit password corresponded to the initials of the Burning Sun Project. LRJH was rotated into place, and the pass was successful.

What caught the eye through the iron gate was an extremely bloody "mortuary".

There were fake corpses on the ground and on the table. Some wore military uniforms, foreign skirts, white coats, and hospital gowns. There were five corpses in total, and the method of death seemed to be the same. There are a lot of tricks.

"You guys are here." A hoarse voice suddenly came from the side of the room, and everyone was startled. Looking over, it was the poor teammate who was forcibly dragged away.

The author has something to say: brain hole, the teammate who has been happily clearing the level with you is actually an NPC, exciting