Cannon fodder is always a heartthrob in escape games [Quick Transmigration]

Yue Yang raised the corner of his mouth sharply, and pronounced the verdict like a god of death.

Yan Shaoqing must not move, in order to avoid losing favor, it is best to keep the Yan family's maid first, and the only one who is useless is obvious.

Yue Yangbiao raised his right hand and pointed his gun at the man with glasses, "Since the house is blown up, why not blow up you too."

"No, don't kill me." The man with glasses yelled in horror, squatted down and curled up on the ground, trembling all over, and even his voice trembled along with it, "I know a secret, you will be very grateful interest."

"Secret?" Yue Yangbiao moved the muzzle of the gun downward, and asked with great interest, "What secret?"

"It's just..." The man with glasses slowly raised his head from between the crooks of his arms, looking at the ceiling above.

"You want to trick me into looking up so I can take the opportunity to escape?" Yue Yang Biao sneered disdainfully, unmoved at all, "Do you think I look like such a stupid person?"

"Crack-"

As soon as Yue Yang Biao's words fell, there was a strange sound from above. The sound was so abrupt that everyone in the room couldn't help but look away.

"laugh--"

Just as everyone looked up, the automatic sprinkler device on the ceiling suddenly sprayed out a stream of white smoke that was thicker than that on the street outside, and quickly spread around the house.

"Don't breathe!"

Yan Chengyu held his breath immediately, and at the same time covered Yan Shaoqing's mouth and nose with his right hand.

"It's useless." The man with glasses stood up slowly, supported the frame of the glasses with his index finger, and laughed jokingly, "These medicines will directly enter your body through the skin, and the onset should start in about five seconds."

"I'll kill you first..." Yue Yangbiao let out a roar at the top of his throat. He wanted to pull the trigger, but found that his index finger was stiff and he couldn't move it.

The strength of the body was gradually disappearing, and the vision in front of them became more and more dim. In just a few seconds, the three of them fell to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

"Qingqing, wake up, don't sleep!"

Bajiao's hysterical cry sounded in his mind, Yan Shaoqing woke up from the darkness, opened his eyes slightly, dim light poured into his pupils, and reflected the TV screens covering the wall in front of him.

The picture on each screen is the same closed room, like a solitary ward in a mental hospital.

The room was only a few square meters in size, and there was a small metal bed in the middle. The edge of the small bed was connected with straps for restraint. On the floor and walls covered with white tiles, there were old reddish-brown blood stains everywhere.

Most of the rooms were empty, only three rooms had people tied up on the beds with restraint belts, two of them were Yan Cheng Yu and Yue Yang Biao, their eyes were closed tightly, and they seemed to be still in a coma.

Yan Shaoqing didn't recognize the remaining one, but he seemed to have lost his breath.The man had a grim and painful expression, his wide-open eyes were dull, and his whole body was covered with flat wounds cut by blades, leaving hardly an inch of intact skin.

"Master Yan, you woke up really fast."

A man's deep voice suddenly came from the right rear, Yan Shaoqing gasped, and turned his head to look over.

The man in glasses stood beside a laboratory table full of medicines. In his left hand he held a test tube filled with white turbid medicines, and in his right hand he held a dropper with a rubber tip. He poured two drops of a light blue unknown liquid into the test tube. After shaking it left and right twice in mid-air, he put the test tube on the test tube rack.

"What kind of medicine did you give us in the living room before?" Yan Shaoqing was dizzy, and his body was still a little weak.

"Don't worry, it's just an anesthetic, it will only make people fall into a coma quickly, and it won't do any harm to the body."

The man in glasses unhurriedly took off the disposable latex gloves on his hands, threw them into the trash can by the table, and then walked slowly in front of Yan Shaoqing in a posture that he thought was extremely elegant, holding Yan Shaoqing's hand. Qing put his arm on the handle of the chair and bent down so that his eyes were almost at the same level as the other person.

If possible, Yan Shaoqing didn't want to look at this greasy old man at all, but his hands, feet and neck were tied to the chair by a strong black belt, and he couldn't break free for a short time.

This was the second time he was tied to a chair since he entered this horror movie, and it was really an unpleasant experience.

"Just ask and answer, do you like men or women?" The man with glasses raised his eyebrows and asked.

"..." Yan Shaoqing didn't know why the other party would ask such a strange question, but the situation forced him to answer honestly, "Man."

"What a wise choice."

The man with glasses took out a remote control from his pocket, quickly pressed it twice, and then put it back.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you." The man with glasses hooked his mouth and said without shame, "I lied, the room upstairs where the chemicals are placed is just for cover, this is where I am. A real studio, welcome."

The man with glasses stretched out his hands and gave Yan Shaoqing a warm hug, resting his head on his shoulders, and happily patted the back of the chair twice with his palms.

"Does it look good?" The man with glasses let go of Yan Shaoqing and asked proudly.

"It's really good." Yan Shaoqing replied calmly, "It would be even better if you could help me untie these belts on my body."

"Master Yan, when basic trust is established between you and me, I will naturally let you go, but not now." The man with glasses chuckled lightly, and touched Yan Shaoqing's cheek with his palm, "You must be I'm thinking about how to get out of here, if I untie you, you will try my best to escape, this will give me a headache."

"Of course I have to go." Yan Shaoqing said without hesitation, "Not only do we have to leave here, but we also have to leave this city. Don't you want the 100 billion reward?"

"Yes, at first I wanted the 100 billion as capital, but soon I figured it out, what is 100 billion? I want more than that." The man with glasses stood up, raised his hands high, and looked He said longingly, "This city is simply a paradise. Those magical creatures are all precious materials for research, and the root of all this lies in this white mist. As long as you can figure out the composition of the white mist, create a monster that is only loyal to me. biochemical weapons, let alone this city, even the whole world will surrender at my feet."

Yan Shaoqing's finger twitched violently. He thought he had encountered a neuropathy again, but he didn't expect that it was not only a neuropathy, but also a late stage of Secondary schizophrenia.

"The only trouble is the source of the experimental subject." The man with glasses walked to the monitor, pointed at the dead person on the bed, and frowned dissatisfiedly, "This kind of ordinary experimental subject is too weak. , I couldn’t stand several tests at all, which seriously delayed my experiment process. In comparison, those mercenaries’ physiques are much stronger than normal people. Originally, I was planning to search for new test subjects on the street, but unexpectedly I happened to meet you, this may be the so-called fate."

"Master Yan, you are my darling now." The man with glasses moved closer to Yan Shaoqing again, with a fiery smile in his eyes, "As long as you are here, there will be a steady stream of mercenaries pouring in." This city, put your own hands in front of me. I hope that you can voluntarily choose to cooperate with me. It will definitely be of great benefit to you. It is guaranteed to be better than being the son of the richest man in the country A hundred times."

"Cooperation?"

impossible!

Yan Shaoqing felt that the four-eyed man was hopeless, but now that people were using knives and he was fish, he still had to pretend to cooperate.Moreover, this lunatic also ignited his curiosity.

"Yes." Yan Shaoqing smiled, and asked sincerely, "Then what do you want me to do?"

"You don't have to do anything, just leave it to me." The man with glasses raised Yan Shaoqing's chin with his fingers, and said in an ambiguous tone, "Stay honestly by my side and watch me complete this great experiment. OK."

"It sounds quite simple." Yan Shaoqing said briskly.

"Do this simple thing well." The man with glasses smiled mysteriously, stroking Yan Shaoqing's chin back and forth with his fingertips, "After I become the king of this world, you will be the queen."

Yan Shaoqing: "?!"

Shouldn't it be the right-hand man?This turn was a bit steep, causing him to almost dodge his waist.

"Don't be so surprised, there is nothing that binds people's hearts more than love. When I first saw you on the street, I already liked you. There is no other suitable candidate for the queen's position except you." Glasses The man caressed Yan Shaoqing's shoulder, his fingers slid down the shirt naturally, and pressed on the button on the other's chest, "After our raw rice is cooked, you will naturally focus on me."

"Wait!" Yan Shaoqing hurriedly stopped, "According to scientific statistics, one-night stands tend to end quickly. It's better to start with friends slowly, and the relationship will be stronger."

"Patience is a good quality." The man with glasses smiled treacherously, and his fingers picked up the buttons on Yan Shaoqing's shirt, "Unfortunately, I don't have any."

"hiss--"

The man with glasses suddenly withdrew his fingers that were about to unbutton Yan Shaoqing's clothes, he gasped in pain, and even a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

"What is this?"

The man with glasses stared at the tiny soft black thorns on his fingertips, his bloodless face showed a frightened expression, his pupils shrank suddenly, and his calf sank on the spot as if filled with lead.

The black thorn started to move on its own as if it had vitality, and it kept digging in, completely entering the flesh in an instant.

"Okay, it's so uncomfortable..." The man with glasses scratched his throat frantically and shouted in a hoarse voice.

The author has something to say: Thank you little angel Liyu for the landmines, ok (づ￣3￣)づ