A peach tree made a fortune by escape game

Chapter 25 The First Dead Player

Mo Pantao said with certainty: "Ten years ago, someone was burned to death in dormitory 419."

Fat Uncle frowned: "This copy must be related to everything that happened in 419 ten years ago, but what is the connection with the love letter?"

Mo Pantao was confused, with question marks all over his head.

Handsome Pot: "Then, let's sort out the timeline."

Mo Pantao puffed his face: "Ten years ago, Handsome Bed received a love letter that was suspected to be sent by Sister D. Xiao Shulin was killed by Sister D. Sister D was beaten to death by Fat Uncle Bed and Foodie Bed. From the bed Judging by the aura left behind, the fat uncle bed is disabled, and the foodie bed commits suicide."

Di Yuan patted his head appreciatively, "Well, the analysis is quite correct."

Mo Pantao frowned: "Then today's news is that a pair of good friends turned against each other, one burned to death and the other might escape at that time."

He glanced at Di Yuan: "Di Yuan's bed is full of anger, only this can deal with it."

Mo Pantao flexibly puffed his face and twisted his nose to make a grimace: "Well, it might not be 419, it's so difficult."

——Dad, you are the best!

——Suddenly it became clear that 419 had five deaths and one disability, and four deaths and one disability had been confirmed.

"Boys don't be crickets, run quickly!" The teacher uttered a voice, and the paper figurine started to run slowly.

——This is still a man from the Northeast.

The four players stood together, Di Yuan was 1.9 meters tall, Shuai Guo was 1.8 meters 1.8, and Fat Uncle was [-] meters [-].

Therefore, Mo Pantao, who has a small frame, looks like a brat.

Mo Pantao looked at each of them one by one, his nose twitched, and his short legs twitched quickly to keep up with Di Yuan's long legs.

——Oh, my girlish heart.

——Tao Tao's short legs are so cute, I think about it.

Seeing that the female general in short skirts was about to disappear after entering the winding mountain road, Mo Pantao tugged at his sleeves: "Let's follow quickly."

Shuai Guo spat out the milk box in his mouth: "Students, speed up."

Mo Pantao clenched his fists and jumped up, and they chased them to the corner, but stopped in astonishment.

There is a cliff less than a hundred meters ahead, and they confirmed that they followed.

Di Yuan glanced at the sky: "It's going to be dark."

Turning back around the corner, the boy paper figurine who also followed like a dead dog disappeared without a sound.

Mo Pantao blinked: "The classmates are gone, is it because of Heitian?"

Fat Uncle: "Miss D is in danger of being alone. The dungeon is really unscrupulous. By the way, doesn't she have a phone, give it a try."

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

The sudden ringtone made the handsome guy tremble, and he almost didn't throw the phone out.

"Where did you go, get out of class is over." The teacher yelled.

Mo Pantao scratched his face, extremely innocent: "So we lost our way and got out of the main force?"

Shuai Guo rubbed his stinging ears: "Ms. D's situation should be the same as ours."

When the teacher announced that "get out of class is over", the sky quickly darkened.

Mo Pantao: "According to this time flow rate, it will soon be morning."

Shuai Guo shrugged: "There is no signal."

Mo Pantao patted his face a few times, and his cheeks flushed immediately: "I can't get through, I'll try to find it."

He squatted down, covered his hands on the ground, closed his eyes and felt quietly.

Di Yuan flickered brightly, then fell silent.

If Mo Pantao needs to search carefully by touching the ground, Di Yuan's light sweep is enough.

However, he didn't say it.

Mo Pantao patted the dust: "I feel in the grove."

Di Yuan pulled him up, took out a wet wipe from nowhere, and wiped his palms little by little.

Mo Pantao's cheeks were bulging, and he obediently stretched out his claws to let Father Yuan wipe his hands.

——Father and son love each other deeply!

——The cold dog food was slapped on the face.

Uncle Fat is more concerned about another question: "Is there anyone else?"

Mo Pantao shook his head, he only felt that the grove was full of lifelessness, it should be a very sinister place.

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

Handsome Pot habitually answered: "There is a signal, where are you, Ms. D?"

【You will die in the early hours of tomorrow, hehehe——】

Handsome Pot: "..."

Shuai Guo stopped in his tracks, spat out the lollipop, and almost beat his chest: "I forgot!"

Why is it that the promised phone call from Miss D is a ghost call?

Prophecies of death are hard to guard against.

Mo Pantao scratched his face, extremely entangled: "A prophecy? Uh..."

He stretched out his hand: "Can I touch it?"

Handsome Poker's expression twisted, and he quickly stuffed it into his hand like throwing trash: "Here you are, you take it."

According to the old routine, the next wave has to say goodbye to the future self.

Mo Pantao picked up the phone, and just as he spit out the word "death", the screen of the mobile phone lingering with death shattered.

Mo Pantao stared innocently: "I didn't do it on purpose."

——Peach Dad solves all mysteries with one touch, I am Tao Zi and I love you! (づ￣3￣)づ

——Did dad wake up again today?

——Pinch the screen lightly and break it?How strong is it?Your dad is still your dad!

——Hahaha, Taotao who did something wrong is so cute.

A few people rushed to the grove, but the dungeon didn't seem to want to be disrupted, and the ten-time flow rate was extremely willful.

In just ten seconds, it was morning.

Mo Pantao was furious: "Hmm..."

With a smile in his eyes, Di Yuan patted him on the shoulder and comforted him, "You did your best."

Jingle, Jingle, Jingle.

Mo Pantao pressed the answer button: "Death is lingering."

Shuai Guo covered his ears: "It must be my last words, I don't want to hear them."

[I'm a foodie, I don't want to live anymore, I beat her to death, I'm scared, I'm damned... wait a minute, I don't want to die, I don't want to kill her, yes, why should I kill her?why?I just want to teach her a lesson, no, no, I'm damned... ah...]

【beep--】

Shuai Guo put on a blank face and refused to eat: "There are so many nonsense in the last words."

Seeing his loathing of rolling his eyes, the audience leaned back and forth, and the barrage immediately cheered up.

Mo Pantao frowned: "The two extreme attitudes seem to be controlled."

Di Yuan lowered his eyes: "Possession?"

Mo Pantao shook his head, not sure: "It's possible."

Fat Uncle: "Is Miss D still alive?"

——Haha, do you still remember Miss D by the Daming Lake?

——Sister D: I'm fucking cold.

——Ms. D's screen murderer appeared, it was him and him!

Mo Pantao was startled, put his hands on the ground again to feel Miss D's breath, and stood up hesitantly for a while.

He shook his head dejectedly: "No more."

In other words, Miss D still died in sequence, in a violent way.

Di Yuan: "The player will die at the same time as the last words of the deceased."

Shuai Guo took out his ten mahogany talismans and counted them like a miser: "It's up to you whether you can carry them over tomorrow, little Pantao!"

Mo Pantao rubbed his face and cheered up: "Well, as long as it's a ghost, it should be fine."

Di Yuan's mood was extremely complicated. Wannian Taomu really warded off evil spirits. The Lord of the Underworld had personally verified it, but his memories were not very good.

It's nice to be roommates, but...

He gave a cold look: Speed ​​up time?Give me ten times slower at night!

Youyou glanced across the teaching building, and frowned, contemplating: It's not bad to be at the same table or something.

Hades: "..."

I really want to kill the wayward boss and let him go to collect his soul. Darkness hastened to replace him. If he doesn't come back, he will kill God.

A trace of black thread drilled into the ground, and Di Yuan finally narrowed his eyes in satisfaction.

He came to talk about flat peaches.

Mo Pantao turned his head quickly, his nose fluttered like a puppy, and sniffed around several people.

The fat uncle swallowed: "Fantao?"

Mo Pantao was very confused: "It's terrible death."

Di Yuan froze for a second, proud again of his keen sense of smell for flat peaches.

The movement of the visible stars suddenly stopped, and after erasing a player, they moved at an extremely slow speed.

Fat Uncle was speechless: "Is the dungeon so capricious?"

——Did Miss D offend the dungeon? [Laughing and crying]

——If you don't die, the sun and the moon fly like a shuttle, and if you die, I will have three autumns and one day.

——Duplicate: Don't let her father save her.

——Haha, you were sent by Yuanyuan in the dungeon.

A few people came to the grove, but they didn't see Miss D. After all, players can retire if they die in the game.

Mo Pantao turned around in the grove, put his hand on the tree, and frowned for a moment: "It's not two people, it's one."

Several people looked at him, silently waiting for an explanation.

Mo Pantao pondered for a few seconds: "A ghost with a strong resentment makes the young lady think he saw two people."

Di Yuan: "Isn't it a human being who killed her?"

Mo Pantao frowned: "No, but I can't feel more."

——The boss of this dungeon is a bit strong.

After a few seconds of silence, Mo Pantao rubbed his forehead in confusion: "I seem to have encountered this resentment aura somewhere before."

The author has something to say: Yuanyuan: You must share the same bed.

Mingshen: OK, OK, I will give you a copy of the dormitory.

Yuanyuan: You need to cultivate feelings.

Mingshen: OK, OK, time will slow down for you.

Yuanyuan: I want peaches.

Hades: ... (Can I kill God?)

Taotao waved her small claws.

Yuanyuan: Here I come.