Handing Women’s Clothes To the Escape Game BOSS

"Now, please close your eyes on No. 7 and recite the number of the 'undead' you think is in your mind."

Without looking at the bad expressions of other players, the old man said slowly.

After the old man finished speaking, No. 7 obediently closed his eyes and acted according to her instructions.

Except for the strange smile at the beginning, No. 7's every move is quite natural, except for the pale complexion, there is not the slightest look that an undead should have.

If it is in the eyes of the uninformed, perhaps they will also think that the 7th will be a human being.

However, Jiang Xiuxiu noticed that not far away, player No. 9 kept looking at player No. 7 with a look of horror on his face.

Jiang Xiuxiu noticed this and narrowed her eyes.

She had the impression of player No. 9. He seemed to be teammates with player No. 7.

Before, Jiang Xiuxiu also saw them carrying suitcases together.

A lot of thoughts flashed through her mind, but she lowered her eyes and pretended not to see anything.

After about 3 seconds, she heard a voice from the 7th side: "I'm fine."

"Very well," said the old man. "Open your eyes and let the gods decide whether your answer is correct."

The moment the old man's voice fell, the candles in front of everyone suddenly went out and suddenly lit up again.

Immediately afterwards, a scream came from Jiang Xiuxiu's right hand!

"Ahhh!--"

Jiang Xiuxiu looked over suddenly, only to see that after the blink of an eye, Player No. 9 was actually sucked into the mirror!

His arms and half of his body became twisted and terrifying, swallowed by the tiny mirror.

The other half of his body remained outside, his face full of horror and pain.

The sound of the broken bones was crisp and audible, even if it was just a virtual game, just listening to the sound was enough to make everyone's scalp tingle.

Blood seeped through the mirror and the body contact, and a fishy smell filled the air.

"It seems that the gods think No. 7's answer is correct," the old man on the side saw this, with a weird smile on his wrinkled face, "The undead who have been seen through will be eliminated by the mirror."

"I'm not! Obviously..."

When No. 9 heard it, he hurriedly shouted a few times, as if he was going to say something.

But before he could finish speaking, he only heard a few "cuckoo" sounds, his bones were crushed and folded by the mysterious force in the mirror, and the whole person was suddenly sucked into the mirror.

This whole process, obviously only took two or three seconds, but it seems like a long time.

For a while, the whole room was eerily quiet.

In such a deadly environment, Jiang Xiuxiu glanced at No. 7 without leaving a trace.

She saw that strange smile on Player 7's face again.

She understands that No. 7 is indeed an undead!

Not only that, but player 9 is likely to be human, not undead.

Before No. 9, No. 7 would look at No. 7 in horror, 80% because No. 9 was No. 7's teammate and knew about No. 7's disappearance.

He knows that No. 7 is the real undead, and he is afraid that No. 7 will shoot him.

After all, the 7 is certainly not going to kill itself. In order not to be obliterated, No. 7's first target must be No. 9, who knows his undead identity as a teammate!

But in the face of this situation, the old man could open his eyes and talk nonsense, declaring that No. 9 is the real undead, and let the mirror swallow No. 9...

"Undead Game" is really a game for the undead!

In essence, it is the slaughter of the undead on the player!

After Jiang Xiuxiu figured out everything, she only felt a chill in her heart.

People are the knife, I am the fish, how can she survive?

Also, is the "god" in the old man's mouth the same as Xu Bai?

"The first round of the game is over," just when Jiang Xiuxiu was in a state of uncertainty, the old man's faint voice sounded, "The second round of the game begins."

After all, the old man bent down and picked up the three dice, and continued to shake them in his hands.

Bone Lulu... Bone Lulu...

The sound of the dice rolling and colliding in the palm of the hand reached everyone's ears again.

Jiang Xiuxiu looked at the mirror in front of her, only to see her reflection in it.

Her face is very white, like everyone here.

Da da da……

After flicking for about five seconds, the old man threw the dice out of his hand.

The three dice rolled twice on the ground and finally stopped.

Four, two, six.

It's the 12th.

Jiang Xiuxiu raised his eyes calmly, and saw a flash of surprise in the eyes of player number 12.

"Now, please close your eyes on the 12th, and recite the number of the 'undead' that you think is in your mind." The old man said.

No. 12 is a female player, about 30 years old, and looks relatively calm.

After listening to the old man's words, she didn't just close her eyes and start reading silently like No. 7, but asked tentatively, "Can you give me a few minutes to think about it?"

Surprisingly, the old man nodded: "Yes."

Hearing this, No. 12 breathed a sigh of relief.

She didn't spend too much time, but glanced at the players around her quickly, and then at No. 7.

Obviously, she should, like Jiang Xiuxiu, realize that No. 7 is the real undead.

Not surprisingly, her choice should be No. 7.

After that, No. 12 closed his eyes and started reciting the number silently.

During this time, everyone kept quiet.

Jiang Xiuxiu stared at No. 12 for a while, then glanced at No. 7, and found that he still had that uncomfortable smile on his face.

He didn't seem nervous at all.

It doesn't matter if you're not nervous, no matter how you look, it seems to be quite fearless...

At this moment, No. 7 suddenly raised his head and looked at Jiang Xiuxiu.

It turned out that Jiang Xiuxiu's repeated scrutiny was too obvious, and this time Jiang Xiuxiu took too long to think, so she was caught!

The eyes of the undead were pitch black, like two deep black holes, with no expression inside.

Being stared at by such eyes, Jiang Xiuxiu was startled, and only felt that the way he looked at himself was like looking at a dead person.

Jiang Xiuxiu quickly retracted his gaze, and on the other side, No. 12 opened his eyes.

"I'm fine." Number 12 said.

"Then let the gods decide whether your answer is correct," said the old man.

After the old man finished speaking, the candles around him suddenly shook.

With a crisp crackling sound, the mirror in front of No. 12 actually cracked!

No. 12 realized something, and his face changed suddenly: "How can... No. 7 is obviously a ghost..."

"It seems that the gods think that your answer is wrong."

A stiff smile appeared on the old man's face again: "Those who fail the game will be punished."

"Do not!!!"

No. 12 screamed and subconsciously struggled.

However, before she could do anything, she felt a sharp pain in her arm!

She was like No. 9, her body was crushed and twisted by a huge force to the extent that she could be accommodated by that small mirror.

"Help me! Help me!"

No. 12's eyes were wide, and fear was written all over his face.

She reached out to the players around her, but by this time, it was too late.

Seeing this, Jiang Xiuxiu closed her eyes reluctantly.

Although she knew in her heart that this was a game, such a method of death was too tragic.

In a peaceful age, she had never even seen a dead person, let alone such a scene.

I just hope that their pain perception isn't too high...

"Ahhh-"

No. 12 just let out a shrill scream and was completely swallowed by the mirror.

A lot of blood seeped out from the edge of the mirror, and the strong fishy smell in the air made people suffocate.

After a long time, two players were eliminated.

How long will this game last? How can they escape?

Jiang Xiuxiu still has no clue, and the glance from No. 7 just now made her feel uneasy again.

"The second round of the game is over," the old man said slowly in the darkness, "the third round of the game begins."

She walked to the circle formed by the players, continued to pick up the dice, and continued to shake.

Bone Lulu... Bone Lulu...

After a few seconds, the old man threw the dice out.

Da da da……

After the dice rolled on the ground a few times, it stopped.

Under the dim, flickering orange light, the red dots on the front of the dice were extremely clear.

Two, one, one.

It's number 4.

And Jiang Xiuxiu is exactly No. 4!

Jiang Xiuxiu raised her head suddenly, and saw that the old man had come to her without knowing when.

Facing her gaze, the old man's dirty eyes stared at her, his expression gloomy and strange: "It's your turn."