Escape from the Madhouse [Unlimited]

His own head, a look of despondency.

With his head down, while thinking, he slowly walked back to the opposite side of Room 701.

The player followed him back here.

Passing the bodies of the two female cleaners, the male cleaner sighed, as if lamenting their deaths.

Immediately, he raised his head, his eyes swept across one room after another in a dazed way.

"Ahua walked into room 12 and died; Xiao Wang walked into room 1 and died; I went to rooms 6 and 7, and I didn't die...but I didn't find the way out either. I can't be trapped to death it's here……"

With these words in his mouth, he walked to Room 2.

"Rooms 12 and 1...are all dead, so there shouldn't be killers in all three rooms, right?"

After saying this, the male cleaner opened the door and walked into Room 2.

The door slammed shut.

However, three seconds later, the gunshot rang out quickly!

What happened to him afterwards was just like the first two female cleaners.

He seemed to have seen something terrible and tried to escape from the room.

It's a pity that he was hit by this bullet, and he also died in the corridor.

Three weird shooting cases happened so quickly under the player's nose.

After the bloody and brutal killing, three cleaners collapsed in the corridor, and the air was filled with an unpleasant smell of blood.

Blood is something that Zhou Qian has always hated.

He frowned slightly, stood in front of room 701, turned his head sideways, and glanced in through the open door.

——The elderly Jiang Yuqing was sleeping peacefully, as if he didn't know that there were three shootings outside.

He Xiaowei's thick voice once again roared with joy. "What's the situation? What the hell is this!"

Yun Xiangrong said calmly: "The game designer arranged this plot, I'm afraid it is based on the situation of these three cleaners entering and leaving the room, so that we can find the pattern. This is a question for us. There are 12 rooms, some rooms Safe, some rooms are not safe. We need to find patterns and explore them.”

Gao Shan said with some seriousness: "But it seems to be difficult, I don't see any rules."

As soon as Gao Shan finished speaking, all six players received a system prompt.

[Player triggers branch level ①: "Check and Balance"]

[Customs clearance time limit: one hour]

[There are 12 important physical evidence hidden in 12 rooms. Players can find a way to obtain all the physical evidence and pass the level]

[Please note: Once the bullet of the killer in the room is fired, it has a 100% hit rate]

He Xiaowei: "What do you mean? Side missions? It means that you don't have to do this mission?"

Gao Shan: "But if we don't do branch lines...will we be stuck here forever?"

Yun Xiangrong raised his eyebrows, and looked at Zhou Qian - he was walking towards room 701.

Shaking his head, Yun Xiangrong twitched his lips and said, "Even if we don't want to do branch lines, Brother Qian will probably force us to do it."

He Xiaowei, who had never seen Zhou Qian's methods, looked naive: "Huh? What do you mean?"

A few seconds later, sure enough, Zhou Qian's voice sounded from the room. "Just looking at the way of death of the three cleaners, it's hard to find a pattern. I'm afraid we need to find other information from Room 701. Let's come in and find clues together."

Hearing this, Gao Shan immediately looked at Yun Xiangrong and blinked at her.

Yun Xiangrong quickly gave him a look of "You see what I said is right".

In the room, Zhou Qian walked up to the black and white photo again.

Raising his head, he looked at the seven fuzzy faces above.

—Will you give me information?

Stretching out his hand, Zhou Qian touched the photo with his fingertips again.

Enduring the uncomfortable gloomy and cold breath, Zhou Qian tried to persevere and see what would happen in a while.

Generally speaking, players will not be exposed to illogical and unprompted death risks at the beginning.

Now they have opened side missions, and the risk of death in the side missions is those 12 rooms.

Then everything in this house should be safe for the time being.

Yun Xiangrong, Gao Shan and others really followed Zhou Qian into the house.

But they didn't dare to approach, they just stood quietly not far behind Zhou Qian to see what would happen to him.

The black-and-white photos soaked in rain seem to be fogged.

When people look carefully, they will find that it is not the photo itself that is foggy, but the seven figures on it are foggy, as if there are spirits gathering in the portraits, and they will come out at any time.

Seeing this, Yun and Gao clasped their fingers tightly, and their faces were quite tense.

Zhou Qian, who was closest to the photo and touched it, felt a great sadness.

This feeling is really strange.

Zhou Qian's emotional cognition has been problematic for a long time. He is not without emotional ups and downs, but he does feel very light about everything, and his emotional fluctuations are very slight.

But now it seems that someone's heart in the photo was directly placed in Zhou Qian's heart, which made him feel an indescribable sadness from the bottom of his heart.

Immediately afterwards, a strange scene suddenly appeared in front of Zhou Qian's eyes.

——It seems that in an old house in the Republic of China, a man bent over his desk and wrote a poem beside a white candle.

The man is tall and slender, with an extraordinarily elegant and quiet demeanor.

Zhou Qian couldn't see his facial features clearly through a cloud and a cloud of fog, but he could vaguely see that his eyebrows and eyes were very handsome.

Zhou Qian just watched silently as he finished writing a poem——

"Your question is that there is no date for return, and the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond."

"Why cut the candles in the west window together, but talk about the rainy night in Bashan."

His handwriting is very correct lower case, handsome and tough.

Zhou Qian's handwriting is a ghost, but Bai Zhou's handwriting is very good, so Zhou Qian has always had a good impression of people with good handwriting.

In the picture, after writing the poem, the man sighed heavily.

Instead of sending the poem, he actually burned it in the flame of a white candle.

Zhou Qian seemed to be able to feel his heart beating with that man.

But now the heart seemed to be pinched by someone, and it seemed to be burned along with the verses, and there were bursts of dull pain with a burning sensation.

The strange power of empathy in the photo gave Zhou Qian a long-lost sadness.

He couldn't help squinting his eyes, continued to look at the man in the picture, and tried to ask: "Why did you burn it? Who did you write this poem for?"

Because of being infected by sadness, Zhou Qian's voice was rarely hoarse and heavy.

And the man in the picture seemed to be able to hear his voice, and actually raised his head to look at him.

"You, you are here! It's you who are here!"

"I am not wrong, right?!"

"That's great...even if it's my hallucination...it's great to see you all in my lifetime."

Who is this "we" referring to?

Our group of players?

You in the photo, can you see "us" in this room?

Zhou Qian squinted his eyes and thought for a while, but saw that the man quickly wrote two more sentences, and then handed the piece of paper to himself.

After receiving the piece of paper, before I could look at it carefully, a gust of rain suddenly hit, making the picture wet.

It didn't take long for the men, tables and chairs, candlesticks, the quaint room...all were drenched, they were distorted and smudged, turned into a yellowish black and white, and finally completely integrated with the color of the photo.

After a brief daze, Zhou Qian raised his eyes and saw that strange black and white photo in front of him.

He returned to room 701.

Everything that happened just now seemed to be an illusion he saw by touching this photo.

But there was an extra piece of real letter paper in his hand.

On the side, Gao Shan, Yun Xiangrong, He Xiaowei, and Lu Mengmeng immediately came over and saw two sentences written on the letter paper.

Yun Xiangrong: "This is a clue!"

He Xiaowei: "It must be! These two sentences must imply the law of those 12 rooms!"

The strange feeling in Zhou Qian's heart disappeared, and he became unable to perceive it clearly, feeling sad and happy.

Then he looked at the letter paper in his hand, and the two sentences written by the man in the photo were——

[The person with the lowest status must not kill anyone! 】

[The balance of power is the only solution! 】

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At the door of room 701, looking up at the players in the room quietly, Situ Qing raised her wrist and glanced at the system panel that popped up on the watch.

Her disabled brother, her gambler, sent her a message.

[Your main task is to kill Zhou Qian, there is no need to care too much about the completion of side tasks]

[You can find a way to persuade the other players to give up the branch, it is best to win Yun Xiangrong and Gao Shan together, otherwise they will cause trouble]

[If necessary, deal with that couple first]