Rosewood Hills

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Chapter 23 The Truth ([-])

A certain nerve in the brain seemed to be pricked by a needle, and the feeling of splitting became more and more obvious.

Chang Chang suddenly felt his chest tighten, and fear flooded him like a tide.

He tried to remember what seemed to be a long time ago, but there were only vague shadows.Looking at the photo on the pocket watch, the woman still had an amiable and gentle smile, but the more Chang Chang looked at it, the colder he felt: Has he really lived with this person...?

If it was really an unforgettable memory, why did he try his best but could only think of an extremely dark room?

"I am..." Chang Chang seemed to realize something, and looked at the old party in a daze.

Seeing that he was not in the right state, the old party grabbed his arm and said in a low voice, "Calm down."

They've been in this room for too long.

At this moment, the door was pushed open without warning, and Mingming rushed in.

The old party pushed Chang Chang into the space under the table without showing any trace, and took a step forward to block the sight of those who came.

"What are you doing weirdly here? Come out quickly, time is running out." Mingming looked at him reproachfully.

The old party responded, and before he had time to say goodbye to Chang Chang, he pushed the sweeper and walked out.

In the darkness, Chang Chang felt as if he was the only one left in the world.

Fragmentary memories flooded into my mind, everything that happened before was strung together by invisible needles and threads.He felt more and more familiar with this place, as if—as if he belonged here.

Holding the pocket watch in his hand, Chang Chang suddenly remembered what seemed to be written under the table when he bent down, and that seemed to be a clue.

His muscle control ability reached the peak of his life at this moment.

He raised his head gently and slowly.The eyes glanced up cautiously, without making any sound.

With this unclear light, there was a small figure drawn with a red marker on the back of the table, and a word was written crookedly beside it: Escape!

Almost at the same time as I read the words, the narration's villain pattern has an amazing change!Its outline became more and more clear, even protruding from the surface of the wood, gradually forming a human face.

The wooden face is like an inflated balloon, so that Chang Chang under the table has no way to escape!At the moment when he was about to get in close contact with that face, Chang Chang couldn't care less, turned over and crawled out from under the table.

"Okay..It hurts..Ahh..." Wooden face struggled to turn the protruding part to Chang Chang, and said vaguely in his mouth.

Chang Chang's feet were unbelievably soft, and he heard "It hurts so much" again, followed by "It hurts so much" one after another.

He looked to the side, only to find that the mummies that had been piled up just now had all stood up, shouting the same words as Wooden Face.

What was even more frightening was that something began to grow on their scorched and flat faces.

He was surrounded by this pile of things.

A kind of despair grew in Chang Chang's heart. There was a face on a table close at hand, and there were countless mummies waiting for him in the distance.

And at this moment, they are still growing.

He closed his eyes and silently said someone's name.

"Oh!"

With a loud bang and flames, the door of 1301 was blasted open.The flying door rushed towards the standing mummy like a scythe.Their heads fell to the ground like tomatoes in the yard.

This is the lifeline!

Chang Chang stood up abruptly and rushed out the door!

But as soon as he arrived at the door, a wave of heat almost overturned him.

The red color was mixed with people's shouts and cries, and the floor that had been dead just now became alive.There were probably more people—not a good thing, because they were all mutilated and prostrate in the flames.

All I could see was a raging fire, burning along the carpet and covering the entire thirteenth floor.He has nowhere to go, and can only wait for death in the only untouched place.There was a rustling sound behind him, Chang Chang chose not to look back.

"It hurts..." It was the same voice again.

Chang Chang suddenly felt pain too.Whether it's the feeling of suffocation, or the touch of the skin...

He squatted down, trying to look forward to stay awake for the last time.Then, even though the smoke had made him unable to open his eyes, he could still clearly see: at the end of the fire, the number of elevators was rising rapidly!

His back was covered by a pair of hands, which seemed to want to drag him in.The second pair, the third pair, the fourth pair...

If this is my world.

If this is really my world.....

Chang Chang grabbed a hand behind him, pulled a mummy over his body and rushed towards the flames.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Chang Chang held his breath, and the mummy on his back screamed for him.

He was also in more and more pain, from head to toe, so painful that he couldn't stand up.

The elevator has risen to the 13th floor and is slowly opening.

There was no one inside.

Chang Changmao ran as hard as he could, probably less than five meters away from the elevator.

Four meters, three meters, two meters!

The elevator was running for a while, no one was operating it, and then slowly closed——

Often long enough to reach the elevator door.

He reached out to touch the switch, but his foot tripped over something.

As if he had kicked some kind of flesh, he looked down and found that it was half a human body.Even worse, it's still the upper body.

The firelight made the man's face look particularly ferocious, and the half-broken man firmly grasped Chang Chang's ankle, saying, "Don't even think about leaving!"

The elevator seemed to close.

"No!" Chang Chang exclaimed, exhaling a mouthful of precious oxygen.

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the elevator, firmly clasped the door, and pushed it aside forcefully!

Chang Chang lay on the ground with difficulty breathing, but felt that the weight on his body and the restraints on his feet had disappeared.

Then it seemed to be picked up by someone and carried into the elevator.

He was still exuding the residual heat covered by the fire, but the people next to him made the discomfort a lot less.

Leaning against the man—like a breeze blowing by.

The author has something to say: Return!There are still a few chapters left.

In the section where the mummy and the wooden face are talking, it always pops up:

every street

everyone's mouth

first meeting

"It hurts~"

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