Horror Variety Survival Record

A long corridor spread out in front of Ke Chun.

The dim corridor lights flickered from strength to strength, forming clusters of fluffy halos dangling in front of Ke Chun.

He felt that the whole world was shaking, as if he was on a boat that was torn by the wind and rain.

But he couldn't stop, the footsteps behind him were getting faster and closer, as long as he stopped, death would greet him.

Ke Chun swung his legs vigorously, but the corridor in front of him suddenly turned into a large treadmill. No matter how hard he ran, he didn't feel like he was moving forward at all.

I'm furious!Run faster!

He beat his legs angrily, cursing in his heart.

This damn game!

After cursing happily, the curse of the corridor was really broken.

He saw a door appeared on the right hand side, and the sign on the door said "Reading Room".

Without even thinking about it, he plunged into the room and locked the door behind his back.

Ke Chun leaned his back against the door and slid down little by little until his butt touched the cold ground, his heart finally settled down a little bit.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and the moonlight outside the window flowed quietly on the desks, giving off a ridiculously pale light.

He stroked his chest, sweating profusely.

The offensive and defensive battle started so quickly, which was beyond Ke Chun's expectation.

He originally thought that at the beginning of the game, everyone would at least have some scruples and precautions, observe other people's actions on the premise of self-protection, and then formulate countermeasures to launch an offensive—that's exactly what he planned.

It seems that they still underestimate the human beings who are driven to a desperate situation.

The first time he met Geng Yanbin's eyes at the stairs, Ke Chun felt a murderous aura. He was like a defenseless rabbit, while the other party was a tiger who had been waiting for a long time.

At that moment, the animal instinct made Ke Chun run away, and the tiger chased after him. Ke Chun had no time to think about anything else, running away with all his strength was the only thing he could do at the moment.

He can only die if he is shot in the forehead with a pistol, so he must not turn back.

Carrying the huge fear behind him, Ke Chun fled dizzily, and finally he can breathe a little bit of relief now.

Ke Chun put his ear close to the door, listening to the movement outside the door.

The footsteps changed from running to walking, and stopped at the door—behind him.

This lifted his heart up again, and he listened harder, a very subtle sound, near the keyhole.

The other party wants to pick the lock!

How to do?How to do?

Based on past experience, Ke Chun knew that picking a lock was not that simple, and he had never seen Geng Yanbin use this skill.

not so fast.

There is still time.

Ke Chun kept comforting himself while looking around the room, trying to find a way to resist.

The moment his eyes touched the table and chairs, he immediately had an idea.

Without time for him to hesitate, Ke Chun quickly picked up the desk closest to him, dragged it to the back of the door, pushed it against the door, and then flipped the chair onto the desk.

Not enough, one table is not enough.

He didn't care about Cheng Yu's sweat, his exhausted legs, and his burning throat. The threat of death inspired his huge energy.

In just one minute, Ke Chun had already built layers of defenses behind the door, and nearly ten desks surrounded him with a solid wall.

Then there is no problem.

Before the heart fell, it was caught again by a crisp "click".

Ke Chun's gaze was fixed on the door lock.

"Oh!"

With a heavy slap, the desks on the front line groaned.

The line of defense established in 1 minute was not as strong as he imagined.

They are pushing each other, and as defensive soldiers, they have no tacit understanding and sense of unity.

"Boom! Boom!"

Attack after attack made the gap between the desks bigger and bigger.

Can't do it!

Ke Chun, the commander of the rear, made a decision immediately. He decisively put his hands against the desks in the last row, trying to prevent them from further rout.

At the same time, helpless, he began to call out to the opposing commander: "Why me?!"

A thud was followed by a sneer, as if mocking the stupidity of the question.

It was Geng Yanbin's usual frivolous voice that sounded: "It's not because you are the cutest baby."

Ke Chun's stomach churned.

Why is this man still so disgusting at this moment!

As soon as the "cute" word "love" fell, the door was knocked open a crack.

Immediately, the desks scattered in all directions, Ke Chun's stomach was hit hard by the corner of the desk, and he also sat back on the ground.

The winner of the offensive and defensive battle entered the room grandly, with the silver pistol in his hand.

He twirled the gun between his fingers playfully, pointing the gun at Ke Chun without hesitation.

Geng Yanbin has a slender figure, with two long legs apart, and stands calmly in front of Ke Chun.

There was a playful smile on his face, but his eyes were frighteningly cold.He looked down at Ke Chun condescendingly, as if looking at an insignificant ant.

Ke Chun felt that the muzzle of the gun was like a hook in Black and White Wuchang's hands, shaking provocatively in front of his eyes, while Geng Yanbin's cold eyes seemed to be two full doses of anesthesia needles, making his limbs paralyzed and unable to move.

In the corner of his field of vision, he vaguely saw a bright moonlight, and in the next second, his consciousness flew away unexpectedly.

"You are not wrong, you are just self-defense, he is the first to kill you."

This was the first sentence Ke Chun heard after his consciousness fell back.

Only then did he realize that he was curled up on the ground, covering his face with his hands, and his face was covered with tears.

He slowly raised his head following the sound, and the first thing his eyes came into contact with was the silver pistol at his feet—his own.

His heart trembled irregularly.

Continuing to look up, it was Kuai Anhe's expressionless face.

Kuai Anhe was not looking at him, but following Kuai Anhe's gaze, Ke Chun saw a figure lying motionless on the ground directly in front of him.

This figure, this clothes, is Geng Yanbin.

What's up with him?

died?

However, I should be the one who was beaten!

what just happened?

Damn, I can't think of it at all!

But combined with the current situation, Ke Chun shot and killed Geng Yanbin - this seems to be the only explanation.

"I..." As soon as Ke Chun opened his mouth, he found that his voice was completely mute, and it was very difficult to pronounce a single sound.

Kuai Anhe's warm palms covered Ke Chun's trembling shoulders. He bent down and picked up the pistol at Ke Chun's feet and put it in his hand, comforting: "This game is like this, you are all right."

The law of the jungle, natural selection—seems to be the truth.

Compared with the fact that he killed Geng Yanbin with his own hands, Ke Chun was more shocked by the eager energy in his body.

He felt as if there was a big furnace in his body, constantly burning his blood, and the hot blood was gradually invading every corner of his body, from the top of the head to the soles of the feet, from the heart to the fingers, from the five sense organs to the internal organs.

This feeling, described by a noun, seems to be called hyperactivity.

Ke Chunfang, who found this word, seemed to be enlightened, and couldn't help himself for a long time.

What am I excited about?

He didn't show more abnormalities in front of Kuai Anhe, he tried to calm himself down, and cooperated with Kuai Anhe to rearrange the desks.

Kuai Anhe looked like a mischievous child. The two surrounded the desks in a big circle, with only a table and chair in the middle.

After finishing the arrangement, he winked at Ke Chun and tilted his head in Geng Yanbin's direction.

"You've heard an old saying in our country called 'the house of gold in the book'."

Kuai Anhe smiled maliciously.

Ke Chun's body felt cold and hot, and he felt sick.

In the end, Geng Yanbin was carried to the middle desk by them, and he was asked to stretch his arms forward and lie down on the desk, and moved the books from the bookshelf, and surrounded his whole head among the piles of books.

"Look, he is surrounded by a pile of gold now, he must be laughing in the underworld."

There was an indifferent chill in Kuai Anhe's eyes, and strangely, Ke Chun also smiled.

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——"Ke Chun—!"

Ke Chun's body was rushed to the back of the desk by a huge momentum.

Someone pinned him down, and he still hasn't realized what's going on!

The whole brain is in chaos, the arrangement of the desks is still the same as before, and Geng Yanbin's position has not moved, but something is not right.

"Do you want to die?"

A heavy scolding hit Ke Chun head and face.

Ke Chun's ears were buzzing, and it took him two seconds to realize who was reprimanding him.

Lang Qiu.

Why is he here?

No, no, there was no Lang Qiu just now!

and many more.

Why no Lang Qiu?

Ke Chun fell into confusion, his eyes were out of focus, and he stared blankly at Lang Qiu, a vague figure.

He felt Lang Qiu's body trembling slightly, and he felt the burning heat coming from Lang Qiu's body.

"Why?" Ke Chun moved his lips, instinctively reflecting these three words.

"There's no time to talk about it now. He's crazy! He's going to kill you!" Lang Qiu growled under his throat.

Ke Chun asked in a daze, "Geng Yanbin?"

Isn't Geng Yanbin dead?

Lang Qiu's expression changed: "What are you talking about?"

Ke Chun confirmed Geng Yanbin's position again, making sure that he really couldn't move anymore, then lay down on the ground again, and saw a pair of walking feet outside through the gap in the corner of the table.

Who is that?

His head was stabbed suddenly, and he cried out "ah".

"Where is the injury?" Lang Qiu asked with concern.

Ke Chun pressed the part that had just been pricked, and he remembered.

Just now he and Ran Xiaoxin went to the reading room to look for Kuai Anhe, and when he opened the door, he saw Geng Yanbin dead among the piles of books.

"There is a house of gold in the book" - this is what Kuai Anhe said.

Those feet are Ran Xiaoxin?Or Kuai Anhe?

What was that strange memory just now?Why did he feel that he killed Geng Yanbin?

Ke Chun put his hand into his bosom subconsciously, the pistol was still there, untouched.

"Hey! What's the matter with you?"

Lang Qiu anxiously looked into Ke Chun's eyes, wanting to confirm his situation.

Ke Chun didn't know how to answer, and the current situation didn't allow him to sort out his thoughts and words.

He soon knew who the man outside was.

"Chun'er, be good, don't hide. You see that you have paid the wrong person with all your sincerity. I am really happy for you."

The thin and flat male voice was not Kuai Anhe, but Ran Xiaoxin.

He clearly said that he would cooperate!

Ke Chun was a little disappointed and was deceived again.

"I really want to thank you. If it weren't for you, the lone wolf would not have been caught so easily. You see, the two of you have really become a pair of desperate couples now. Well, in order to thank you for your efforts, I will give you a reward. Let you decide which of you two will go on the road first. Do you want to die in front of your loved one? Or watch your loved one die first?"

Ke Chun turned his head and met Lang Qiu's eyes unexpectedly.

Lang Qiu's eyes were full of doubts, and he asked him with his mouth: "What is he talking about?"

Ke Chun's face turned red quickly, and he lowered his eyes, not daring to look at Lang Qiu.The two of them were too close, and when they were face to face, Lang Qiu's breath hit Ke Chun's face like that, which made him feel unwell.

"Ah, I'm sorry, I was negligent. I have to give you a time to say goodbye to each other, right? Is 10 minutes enough? Don't worry, you come boldly, I pretend I didn't hear or see, how kind I am! Hahaha Haha... Oh yes, oh yes, the camera is still on, but it doesn't matter, anyway, you are going to die in 10 minutes anyway, why do you care about this? Don't be shy, do what you want to do."

Ke Chun's face became hotter and hotter, not just his face, but his whole body was hot as if being burned by fire.

But Lang Qiu looked bewildered, patted Ke Chun on the back, and whispered in his ear: "What does he want us to do?"

Ke Chun was almost pissed to death by this incomprehensible man.

"He is sick, ignore him!"

"Then what are we going to do now?"

"..."

No, it's hot.

Why is it so hot?

He wouldn't really be aroused by Ran Xiaoxin's few words, right?

"I'm so hot." Ke Chun fanned the wind with his hands.

Lang Qiu raised his hand to touch his forehead, and raised his eyebrows: "Have a fever?"

How did he know that this touch made Ke Chun's body temperature rise again.

Ran Xiaoxin's foul language was like a faucet being turned on, the more he spoke, the more hesitant, the more unpleasant, Ke Chun's body became hotter and hotter.

This is not normal.

Ke Chun felt that he had come to a sauna room, and the heat was steaming his body. He was like a dough waiting to be fermented, expanding a little bit, as if it was going to explode!

The only sliver of reason left told him that this was not sexual desire.

So what is this?

Ke Chun didn't know, the little bit of fear he had was immediately evaporated by the heat and disappeared without a trace.

"I...I'm too good at it." Ke Chun's facial features were crowded into a pile on his face, and his body was also curled up into a ball.

The five fingers were clasped together, and the nails were deeply embedded in the skin, leaving a series of indentations.

Lang Qiu was at a loss by his side, he said it was hot, he couldn't hug him, it would make him hotter, but fanning the wind didn't help.

In this small space, a basin of cold water cannot be poured on his head, nor can two bags of ice cubes be taken from the freezer to apply to him.

Outside is Ran Xiaoxin, who is waiting for an opportunity to go. It is impossible for him to leave Ke Chun and rush out.

The already difficult situation, coupled with Ke Chun's poor situation, constituted an almost unsolvable problem.

It completely made Lang Qiu difficult.

"Hey, can you do it?" He could only ask aloud.

"I...I think...ahhhhh..." Ke Chun's left hand grabbed his right hand suddenly, his face was half cloudy, half positive, half crying and half smiling.

He knelt on the ground, hunched over, his bowed head hiding his pained face.

The right hand tried hard to break through the obstruction of the left hand, slowly touched into the pocket of the jacket, and took out the pistol contained in it.

Seeing this, Lang Qiu pressed his hand on Ke Chun's right hand, and asked in an emphatic tone, "What are you going to do?!"

"I, I want. Kill him!" The voice was almost squeezed out between teeth, lips and teeth were fighting fiercely, and Ke Chun's body trembled violently.

Lang Qiu almost couldn't hold him down, he didn't know where did he get so much energy from his thin body.

"Hey, calm down!" Lang Qiu shouted.

But Ke Chun's ears were useless, and he continued to exert force to break free from Lang Qiu's hand, stood up slowly, and pointed his gun at Ran Xiaoxin at the door.

The dying man didn't take it seriously at all, and said with a sneer: "Yo, the little white rabbit is finally angry."

And when he met Ke Chun's eyes, he was speechless.

Those were a pair of extremely cold eyes, as if all emotions were dead inside, and there was nothing—nothing.

Ran Xiaoxin's tongue began to tie up: "You, you, you, are you serious?"

He raised the gun in a panic, the hand holding the gun was shaking as if he had Parkinson's disease, and the muzzle of the gun swayed from side to side.

A cold smile appeared on the corner of Ke Chun's mouth, and his voice was unprecedentedly low, as if he had changed himself.

"You talk too much."

There was a flick of his wrist.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--"

Screaming like a pig, Ran Xiaoxin threw away the pistol, squatted down, hugged his head tightly, and returned to the original position in the mother's stomach.

Dying, dying, dying...

His brain kept repeating these three words, like an incompetent mouse that could do nothing but tremble.

What about death?

Why hasn't it come yet?

Ah, doesn't even death despise me?

Ran Xiaoxin raised his head slowly, and saw a man, the princess, hugging another man who had fallen into a coma. The former's sharp eyes stabbed at him, wishing to kill him thousands of times.

But compared to real death, it is still too gentle.

Lang Qiu carried Ke Chun out of the reading room.

Only then did Ran Xiaoxin breathe a sigh of relief, his body softened, and he collapsed to the ground.

The silver pistol at his feet lay quietly on the floor, glowing pale in the moonlight, as if mocking him.

At the time of life and death, he was still the cowardly, cowardly, and useless person—as his father said.

Ke Chun's cold eyes were deeply imprinted in Ran Xiaoxin's mind, and when he thought of it, a chill ran from his spine to the top of his head.

Is that person really Ke Chun?

That guy with indifference on his face, cruelty in his eyes, and enjoyment on his lips, and that innocent little white rabbit who yells hello, me, hello all the time, are they really the same person?

That guy is obviously... the god of death.

Ran Xiaoxin still has lingering fears, if it wasn't for Lang Qiu, he...

"call……"

The end of thought is a long sigh, Ran Xiaoxin is completely desperate.

He looked up to see the pale moonlight framing the silent Geng Yanbin in the middle of the room—real death—and he smiled.

It's okay to die here.

In the end all the struggle and rebellion are just child's play.

ridiculous.

His father was right, he was that useless prodigal son, destined to accomplish nothing in his life.

"Hehe, hehehe, hehehehahahahahaha..."

Ran Xiaoxin went crazy, laughter came out of his mouth in a random way, like a ping pong ball, jumping up and down in the room, up and down, east and west.

"Hahaha, ha, ha, ha."

Stopped abruptly.

Ran Xiaoxin opened his mouth and widened his eyes, looking in was the deepest despair and the greatest shock.

A person's indifferent face was reflected in the pupils, and the mixed feelings twisted a knot in his heart, becoming an instant eternity.