I was mentally ill and was selected to participate in the strange rules talk

Facing his stubborn roommate, Bao Lebin finally just sighed and said nothing more.

I just hope that the next roommate will not be so abstract and urinate everywhere in the dormitory.

And Martin is worthy of being a professional special forces soldier from Lighthouse.

Tear off a piece of sheet and divide it by three and five to make a simple and sturdy backpack.

After hesitating for a moment, Martin walked to the kitchen of the funeral home.

Although according to his speed, he could get out of this wilderness in less than a day, he still planned to bring some food to replenish energy in case of accidents.

Two large bottles of mineral water, a few boiled eggs, and after thinking for a while, I beat six or seven more eggs to make a bottle of egg liquid, and finally got two chicken drumsticks and some steamed buns that were very filling.

That's it. After all, I've only been working for two days, so it wouldn't be good to take too much.

What's not good?

A voice came from the kitchen door. It was the night watchman.

He looked expressionlessly at Martin, who was ready to go, collecting supplies.

Uh, sorry, I decided that I can't stay here, I want to go out.

As if he already knew what Martin would say, the night watchman nodded and did not stop him. Instead, he gave him a key to the warehouse.

Your techniques look quite professional. I hope you have good luck~

Thanks!

After taking the key, Martin came to the long-abandoned warehouse without stopping.

There are various tools scattered inside:

Gray steel shovels, strong nylon ropes, and even a few old wooden crosses and some steel nails all looked even more ferocious in the dim light.

Martin quickly grabbed the rope, wrapped it in his homemade backpack, and put the shovel on his lower back.

The other tools were also put into the bag one by one, even the cross. If there was still a trace of superstition in the heart, it would be better than just waiting for death.

As for weapons, he chose an extremely sharp axe, which was fastened to his waist like a shovel.

Something to say

Lighthouse Live Room:

[Oh, look at our soldier Martin, he looks really handsome! 】

[Who says it’s not, no one can deny this, dear. 】

The tall and burly body is paired with a self-made bed sheet backpack.

Especially the stacked shovels and axes on the lower back made Martin's male hormones burst.

[Let’s not talk about whether he is handsome or not, but I just want to know, if your Martin encounters the Spider-Man that Jiang Xiao killed last night, what is the chance of winning? 】

The live broadcast room was silent for a moment, and after a long time, someone said hesitantly.

[Let’s open Sanqi. Jiang Xiao suffered the loss of not having a weapon last night. How could a wooden sword break that monster’s defense? 】

[It makes sense, and our Martin carries two sharp weapons.]

[That’s right, when the time comes, all we have to do is find the right opportunity for Martin to make a sliding tackle! 】

[Martin: You guys are bragging, can you please stop taking me with you? 】

[The example you gave is not accurate. Without if, I feel that the monster would not appear at all during the day, right? 】

In the end, Martin left the funeral home without hesitation.

He tightened his grip on the backpack straps and took a deep breath of the fresh air outside.

For him, a well-trained special forces soldier, a distance of thirty kilometers was nothing but a piece of cake.

However, when he left the funeral home, the bottomless look in the director's eyes still made him feel frightened.

Soldiers are valuable and quick, let’s go!

Jiang Xiao finally returned to the weird funeral parlor at this time, and he was also a little excited. If everything goes well, he might be able to clear the level today.

When he walked into the curator's office, the curator was facing away from the window, looking at the slowly rising sun outside. When he heard the door open, he turned around calmly, with the expression on his face always indifferent.

You're back, Jiang Xiao.

Jiang Xiao's eyes were wise, and a smile appeared on his tired face.

Yes, curator. I caught the ghost face as you said, and it led me to the laboratory under the tombstone, where...

Jiang Xiao recounted everything he encountered in the tomb last night, including the weird spider-man without reservation.

The curator listened quietly to his narration, his brows did not change much, but a deep light flashed across his eyes.

Your performance exceeded my expectations! The curator stood up, put his hands behind his back, and walked towards Jiang Xiao. Instead of giving more praise, he said sincerely: But knowing this may not be a good thing.

Jiang Xiaozai's smile froze. He knew what this meant - the more secrets he knew, the harder it would be for him to leave this ghost place.

So, you promised me last night.

Before he could finish speaking, the curator changed the subject.

Speaking of which, I'm afraid you will be disappointed. I thought you could leave smoothly today, but the reality is often not what you expected. The communication link between our funeral home and the outside world is broken.

As if worried that Jiang Xiao wouldn't believe it, the curator stood up and let Jiang Xiao see the aging and cracked telephone line.

As you know, here, no one can survive for ten years, so the phone has never been used, and it has been in disrepair, so many places have aged.

So, you want to say that I can't leave, right? Jiang Xiao had a cold face, feeling as if he had been tricked.

Seeing that the other party's attitude was wrong, the curator immediately comforted him.

No, not today. This thing can be repaired. I'll let the night watchman handle it. However, there are many problems on the line. I can't rest assured for a while. Tomorrow, tomorrow we will be able to contact the outside world!

Tomorrow.

Jiang Xiao sighed. If he had known better, he would have brought the otherworld mobile phone for Xiao Fenmao. Otherwise, how could there be so much trouble?

Forget it, I'll just leave.

No more waiting.

Who knows if something else will happen if I wait one more day?

Just walked to the door of the funeral parlor,

A ‘click’!

A crack of thunder.

The originally sunny weather was instantly shrouded in dark clouds, and in less than a minute, heavy raindrops began to pour down.

Oh shit, this is such a mess.

Even if God is against me, how can we go on?

Hey, brother, don't rush this day. You go take a bath first to relieve your fatigue. Bao Lebin will prepare the meal soon. We will chat while eating. They will be very happy about your battle with Spider-Man. Listen.”

That’s all, let’s stay one more day.

After Jiang Xiao went to the bathroom, the night watchman entered the curator's room with a cold face.

how?

The curator's face looked a little ugly.

It's outrageous. Not only did he come back alive, he also killed the monster.

Although he already knew the truth, he was still a little frightened when the curator said it out of his mouth.

Killed? The night watchman's mouth also twitched: Is it possible that this kid was bragging?

Bragging?

The curator didn't say anything, but pushed the things on the table in front of the night watchman.

Have you seen this information?

The night watchman's eyes widened instantly. He had seen this information before, but he didn't dare to go in and take it out.

After taking a sip of tea, the elder of the museum spoke calmly.

Research on it. If you really can't get rid of him, it's not impossible to change your mind.