sinovels Chapter 125 Are You Afraid of Death
Chapter 125 Are You Afraid of Death
So what happened last night?Except for the window in his room that was opened by someone, Shen Maomao didn't feel anything unusual.
Guan Qiwen closed the book and said to her, "That monster came out of the mist in the middle of the night last night."
Shen Maomao: "?!" She didn't know such an important thing!
Lou Jingmo continued: "It tried to attack the funeral home, but failed."
It must have failed, and if they succeeded, they would not be here now.
Shen Maomao is enough to imagine what a thrilling night last night was for the players—except, of course, Shen Maomao himself.
Last night, the monster that peeped at them in the fog finally revealed its true colors.It is emerald green, with red hair that is constantly burning and jumping like a flame. Under the hair is a half-moon-shaped eye that grows on the forehead, and the other eye grows on its chin.
It was a few feet tall, with a string of skulls hanging around its neck, hard bristling hair on its arms, and a huge black ax in its hand. It looked ugly and terrifying.
During the day, it can only move in the mist and attack all creatures that enter the mist.It's night.The fog seemed to have no restriction on him anymore, so he stepped out of the fog and launched an attack on the funeral home where humans still exist...
The players living in it are like walking on a steel rope in the abyss, and the precarious defense of the funeral parlor is the last safety rope on them.
After explaining what happened last night, Lou Jingmo said: "Go to your room and change your clothes, put on work clothes, and get ready to go to work."
Shen Maomao had a psychological shadow about his room and looked at her eagerly.
Guan Qiwen said thoughtfully: "In this case, you can accompany Xiao Shen to change clothes, and I will go down to eat by myself."
Lou Jingmo nodded in agreement, and led Shen Maomao into the 218 in the middle.
As soon as she entered, she was blown all over her face by the draft.The curtains in the room fluttered like crazy.
After all, Lou Jingmo is not stupid and sweet, and would not naively ask Shen Maomao why he sleeps with the window open. Isn't he afraid of a stroke? She took a step forward, closed the window directly, turned around and asked Shen Maomao: "What's going on?"
Shen Maomao plugged in the door, and said embarrassedly: "I'm too sleepy, I don't know what's going on."
For this reason, Sister Lou wanted to sigh after hearing this: "You are really not afraid of death."
In such an environment, she still dared to sleep so dead, maybe even if someone put a knife on her neck in the middle of the night, she wouldn't know it.
Shen Maomao took out a dark blue overalls from the cabinet that he didn't dare to touch yesterday, unbuttoned it and put it on himself casually, and replied, "I don't know why I slept so dead, maybe I think Even if there is danger, I can’t deal with it? Why don’t I sleep peacefully, and if I survive the next day, I can investigate the clues with energy.”
She spoke very open-mindedly. Lou Jingmo wanted to laugh, but she didn't. She didn't know why she felt a little heavy, so she asked a question that she had never considered before: "Shen Maomao, are you afraid of death?" ?”
Shen Maomao said frankly: "I'm afraid, very afraid."
If she can live to be 80 years old, then her life has only passed a quarter of her life now, and the remaining three quarters are still unfinished. I have never talked about a love that touched the sky and the earth.
So she is afraid of death, does not want to die, and is not reconciled.
Lou Jingmo: "Coincidentally, I'm actually afraid too."
Shen Maomao looked at Lou Jingmo, and Lou Jingmo also looked back at her with his back against the curtain.
The two looked at each other for a while, and then laughed out of nowhere.Shen Maomao's eyes bent into two crescents, and said: "Then we must live together, Sister Lou!"
Lou Jingmo stretched out his hand to her helplessly: "Let's go, let's go downstairs for dinner."
Shen Maomao's stomach let out a sound at the right time.
She took Lou Jingmo's hand, went downstairs with her, and complained as they walked: "The food is so bad, hunger will kill me before the ghost."
Lou Jingmo pondered for a moment, and said: "There is no need to starve the players to death in the game, but there must be something wrong with the food... Go and have a look today, and make a decision later."
The two went down to the first floor and found that the door of the guard's room was open, but no one was inside. The vigilantes should have survived until dawn safely and are now going to eat.
Today's cafeteria is not the same as yesterday's.
As soon as she walked near the cafeteria yesterday, Shen Maomao smelled a scent that went straight into her nose, but yesterday's dinner smelled good, and it tasted nothing at all.
Today they all walked to the entrance of the cafeteria, and Shen Maomao couldn't smell anything, there was nothing smelly or smelly, as if the fire hadn't been turned on for cooking at all.
Could it be that today's situation is that it smells bad and tastes particularly delicious?
With such doubts, she walked into the cafeteria first, Lou Jingmo.
There were only two people in the cafeteria, one was Guan Qiwen who went downstairs first, and the other was the young security guard who was keeping watch last night.
The little security guard looked very tired, and there were two dark circles under his eyes that he didn't have yesterday.But his overall state is very relaxed, there is a lot of food in front of him, and he is eating with relish.
He had done his own work, and he was able to maintain this state of relief for the next two days.
Guan Qiwen greeted them and said, "Today's food is the opposite of yesterday's. It tastes very delicious. I only tasted a little and didn't eat any more."
The man next to him said nonchalantly: "You think too much, don't you starve to death if you don't eat? It's too easy to starve to death directly, and it fails to achieve the purpose of the creator to make us confess in fear."
That's true, but Shen Maomao still felt that there was something wrong, and Sister Lou hadn't given an order yet, so she just held her stomach and sat next to Guan Qiwen reservedly.
The man hooked the corners of his mouth mockingly, enjoyed the food on his own, and stopped talking.
Lou Jingmo didn't take his ridicule seriously at all, walked around in front of the food unhurriedly, brought back two pieces of steamed buns, and then put one of them in front of her, saying: "Eat less first. Eat something to satisfy your hunger."
Shen Maomao took the hot and soft steamed bun, and took a bite with Lou Jingmo's affirmative expression.
It almost didn't make her cry.
too delicious!Compared with yesterday's buns, today's buns are simply delicious!
She ate the steamed bun repeatedly, and then felt even hungrier, so she could only glance at the piece in Lou Jingmo's hand.
Lou Jingmo didn't seem to see the eager expression in her eyes, and ate his steamed buns in two mouthfuls, and then smacked his lips: "The taste is really good."
Shen Maomao lay on the table like a salted fish.
Not long after, others came down one after another.
The newcomer Gong Lian changed into the same overalls as Shen Maomao, and she finally stopped being frightened.
Most of the others also put on work clothes, except for two people, one is a great poet and the other is the Three Emperors.
In the words of the great poet: "I will never wear that kind of unaesthetic clothes!"
And San Huang wore his ancestral plaid shirt, and his face was a bit ugly.He shared a room with the great poet, because the great poet didn't wear them, and he didn't wear them himself.As a result, now, he became the most unusual existence in the crowd because of that idiot.
The most dangerous thing in the game is specialization, special equals conspicuous, which means that he will be more likely to be targeted by ghosts.
He cast a sinister glance at the poet, and scolded him bloody in his heart, not thinking at all that he thought most people would not mess around with the clothes in the funeral parlor, so he chose to be like him Went downstairs without work clothes on.
After eating, he will go to put on his work clothes!This meal is so delicious, he didn't eat the tasteless ones yesterday, and he didn't feel full—that's what Sanhuang, who kept stuffing food into his mouth, thought.
However, no matter how good he thought in his heart, the reality was that everything was not going well.
Before the meal was finished, the elusive npc came in from the outside, urging them to perform their duties as soon as possible.
He gave the three security guards three red armbands with two big characters of "Security" written in gold, and assigned them tasks: the night guard man went to control the railing at the main entrance, Lou Jingmo was in charge of patrolling the building, and the rest The next one went to guard the crematorium.
Those guarding the incineration room were a little reluctant, but they didn't dare to resist the npc, so they could only leave muttering.
After dealing with the three security guards, he began to arrange three corpse restrainers.
"The three of you pack up and follow me. There is a dead man named Huang Hongxing waiting to collect the body." After speaking, he looked at the others, "The rest of you are on standby and are not allowed to go back to the dormitory to rest during work. .”
Leaving as soon as they said it, the three Xiao Kong Dao Scar, headed by Guan Qiwen faintly followed the NPC and went to the garage to pick up the car.
Lou Jingmo put on that red armband, and wandered around the building dutifully, patrolling is the auxiliary, and finding clues is the main.
Shen Maomao followed her buttocks and walked around with her.
The funeral parlor is divided into two floors. On the first floor, there are guard rooms, payment offices and some locked rooms. You don’t need to guess to know that there will be things in the locked rooms.
In order to find the key, the two went to the guard room again, but obviously the game didn't intend for them to find clues so easily. There was nothing in the guard room, only a cold breath, the temperature was so low that they even breathed out.
Shen Maomao was puzzled: "He just stayed in such an environment all night?"
There is only a thin quilt on the bed in the room, and the four-piece bed suit is all white, which looks very clean and tidy.
But it is already cold now, and covered with such a snow-white quilt, wouldn't it give people the illusion of sleeping in the snow?
She began to worry about Lou Jingmo's safety: "Sister Lou, there must be something weird in this room..."
Lou Jingmo had an indifferent expression on his face, but the words that came out of his mouth were earth-shattering: "Do you think this is a good place to preserve corpses?"
She didn't mention Shen Maomao, but she couldn't think of it, but hearing her mention it, Shen Maomao suddenly trembled from head to toe for some reason, and felt a little inexplicable fear in her heart: "Why... why did you say that suddenly?"