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

Zhou Ping unhurriedly walked to a position one meter away from Yan Shaoqing, swung the muzzle of his gun to his right, and ordered in a forceful tone: "You, stand on the opposite side."

Although Yan Shaoqing had already conceived in his mind countless times the scene of rushing up to give Zhou Ping a flying kick, and taking the gun from his hand by the way, creating a big counter-kill scene.But after seriously considering the strength gap between the two sides, they obediently walked to the opposite side.

Seeing Zhou Ping's domineering and smug look, Yan Shaoqing felt a little aggrieved in his heart, he snorted, and asked pretending to be suspicious: "You are a doctor, where did you get the gun? Could it be fake? right?"

Zhou Ping tilted his head lightly and gave Yan Shaoqing a weird smile. He raised his gun and fired two "bang bang" shots with his backhand. The bullets hit the mirror on the sink and shattered the glass above.

Zhou Ping crushed a piece of glass shards that fell by his feet with his feet, pointed the gun at Yan Shaoqing again, and asked jokingly, "Now, do you still think this is a fake gun?"

Yan Shaoqing curled his lips a little unwillingly, and said in a muffled voice, "Do you have a grudge against the mirror?"

"What do you say?"

Zhou Ping narrowed his eyes slightly, and his tone of voice suddenly increased, which was instantly filled with a sense of danger.

Yan Shaoqing was taken aback, and immediately recovered his memory. In this way, it seems that there is really a grudge!

Zhou Ping pointed the gun at Yan Shaoqing with a dark face, and asked in a low tone: "Tell me honestly, why did the bathroom mirror suddenly explode that day?"

"Probably because..." Yan Shaoqing lowered his brows and pondered for a moment, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he replied firmly, "The heat expands and the cold shrinks!"

"Oh?" Zhou Ping responded nonchalantly, took out a small shard of glass from his pocket, and lightly threw it to Yan Shaoqing's feet, "Then the mirror in your room is also the same?"

Looking at the shard of glass in front of him, Yan Shaoqing felt that it was a potential safety hazard, so he raised his toes slightly, kicked it aside, then raised his head reassuringly, and asked with a confused expression: "Who told you that my house is The mirror inside exploded?"

"When Sun Jie came out of your room the night before yesterday, the soles of his feet were still stained with shards of glass. I thought it was a bit strange." Zhou Ping subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch his back, which was still aching, his eyes were undisguised. Suspicious, "Now that I think about it, the mirror in your room must have blown up, that's why you want to trick me into front of the mirror."

"Did you meet Sun Jie that night?" Yan Shaoqing grasped the point instantly, his eyes widened, and he asked in surprise, "Could it be that you killed Sun Jie?"

"He asked for it." Zhou Ping said with some disgust, his originally kind face turned cloudy, "He came to me that night and said that you might be infected with an infectious disease, and he wanted me to give you a medical treatment." You have to do an inspection to let him do things with peace of mind. So, I simply helped him do an inspection first, from the inside out, thoroughly."

"Oh, that's right." Zhou Ping seemed to have suddenly thought of something to relieve his anger, and his face eased a little. He raised his index finger and tapped twice in the air, "I killed that idiot Gao Feng, he used those dirty hands to kill him." hugged you, so I cut off his hand."

After Zhou Ping finished speaking, he walked up to Yan Shaoqing in two steps, holding a gun to his heart with one hand, and pressing the other hand against the wall next to him.

He stared at Yan Shaoqing's pupils obsessively, and said loudly as if declaring his sovereignty: "Anyone who dares to touch the person I like, I will let him pay back with his life."

Compared to Zhou Ping's enthusiasm, Yan Shaoqing's face was calm, and he said very calmly: "You are really a lunatic."

"It was you who drove me crazy." Zhou Ping raised the corner of his mouth a little bit wronged, tapped Yan Shaoqing's chest twice with the muzzle of his gun, and said as a matter of course, "So you must be responsible to me."

Yan Shaoqing sneered lightly, raised his eyebrows towards Zhou Ping, and said unconvinced: "I don't know you well, so why should I be responsible for you?"

A treacherous smile appeared on Zhou Ping's face, and the salty pig's hand that was pressing on the wall slowly slid towards Yan Shaoqing's cheek, stroked it lightly, and said in a deep tone, "Then cook the raw rice Mature rice."

Yan Shaoqing smiled coldly at Zhou Ping, slapped his arm away with his backhand, and said with contempt: "You and Sun Jie are really virtuous."

"I am different from him. He is a loser, but I am a winner." Zhou Ping said, with a somewhat smug look on his face, "What's more, it was me who left the mark on you first. .”

Yan Shaoqing was a little puzzled by Zhou Ping's words, and he said with doubts: "When did you leave a mark on me?"

Zhou Ping raised the corner of his mouth slightly, showing a mysterious smile, "Did you forget that we had intimate contact when we first saw you on that bus."

"When you patted my shoulder?" Yan Shaoqing asked tentatively.

"Not above, but below."

While talking, Zhou Ping lightly squeezed Yan Shaoqing's buttocks.

"Oh it's you!"

Yan Shaoqing suddenly realized that the pervert who stole his ass on the bus was actually Zhou Ping, and he wronged Sun Jie before.

"I'm honest enough." Zhou Ping tapped the wall a few times with his fingers, "Now, isn't it your turn to be honest?"

"Actually, you misunderstood. The mirror in my room was smashed by myself with a stool."

Yan Shaoqing explained with sincere eyes that he thought he was telling the truth.

Zhou Ping raised his eyebrows noncommittally, "To be honest, I don't care whether it was deliberate or a coincidence."

Yan Shaoqing sighed softly, and said sadly: "Then since you don't care anymore, why are you still holding me here?"

Zhou Ping moved closer to Yan Shaoqing's face, staring at him intently, "Because, I care about you!"

"Almost done."

Yan Shaoqing was a little numb to Zhou Ping's shamelessness.He raised his finger to the completely shattered mirror next to him, and warned: "Look at you making such a big battle, other people must think it is an enemy attack, and maybe they will rush in soon."

"You don't need to worry about this." Zhou Ping looked calm and confident, "I put a magic weapon for sound insulation on the door of the toilet."

"Is there such a thing?" Yan Shaoqing's eyes flashed with surprise, "It's so strange that a knife was conjured in the basement, and now a gun is conjured up, you guys Who the hell is that?"

Zhou Ping chuckled with interest, and asked without answering, "Then who do you think I am?"

"I guess it is..." Yan Shaoqing pointed his chin with his finger and thought about it for a while, his eyes lit up, and he guessed with some uncertainty, "Doraemon?"

"Oh, you really have imagination." Zhou Ping smiled, and slowly raised the muzzle along Yan Shaoqing's body, stopping to rub it gently between his forehead and hair, as if teasing, " Now you have to think about it carefully, whether you want the upper gun or the lower gun, you can choose one yourself."

Yan Shaoqing smiled mischievously, stretched out a finger, slightly pushed aside Zhou Ping's muzzle, and said, "Wait, I think this toilet is weird."

Zhou Ping deftly moved around Yan Shaoqing's fingers, and moved the muzzle back, "Stop trying to delay time, I'm not a patient person."

Yan Shaoqing frowned slightly, and said with some unease: "I mean Zhao Ke, he's in the inner compartment, why didn't he respond at all when you made such a loud noise just now?"

Since Zhou Ping entered the toilet, his attention was all on Yan Shaoqing, but he forgot that there was such a person in the toilet.Now that Yan Shaoqing said it, he felt that things were a little weird.

When Yan Shaoqing and Zhou Ping walked into the back room, they saw the door of the toilet compartment was wide open, and Zhao Ke's body was twisted and suspended in the air.Several thick dark brown vines protruded from the toilet, from bottom to top, they had stabbed him into skewers.

The author has something to say: Zhao Ke: Why did you let me go so without dignity? !

Vines: Who told you to confess to Qing Qing before me, dozens of times!

Zhao Ke: Let's understand the word "refusal".

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