MTL - I Wasn’t Born Lucky-Chapter 225
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The darkness in this prison is absolute darkness.
In the past in other dungeon worlds, even if the lights are turned off, there may be moonlight outside the window, even if it is dark clouds, stormy weather, there will still be faint light coming in from the outside, but there are no windows, only copper walls and iron walls. As a result, once the lights are turned off, the people who are locked inside will lose sight of their fingers, as if they were covered with a black cloth in front of their eyes.
In the first ten minutes after the lights were turned off, there was no movement outside.
Xiao Li was lying on the hard bed. He closed his eyes and sensed Park Xishun's tense and amplified nasal sound after the darkness fell on the left, and the movement caused by turning over.
He waited on the bed for a while, and did not wait for another voice to come from the passage.
Xiao Li simply turned over from the bed and stood up. Because the room was too dark, he almost fell directly from the edge of the bed at first. Fortunately, Tan Li supported him with his hair.
He slowly came to the door, leaning on the door with one hand, and looking out the passage through the glass on the door, it was dark, and he could not see any figures.
Xiao Li put his hand on the door of the room and pushed it with a slight effort. He could leave here now, the door was unlocked.
After hesitating for a while, he gave up the idea of going out and lay back on the bed again.
This is very strange. Xiao Li opened his eyes, looked at the darkness in front of him and thought, for such a huge prison, watching the introduction displayed by Xiao Huang's book, it should be a not very simple place. After coming in, it is actually fully automatic.
I don't know what kind of self-service meeting is here.
Leaving aside other things, where is the jailer? Even if there is a security guard?
And this show group...
He fiddled with the brooch on his chest, took out the communicator, and pressed it slightly to activate the thing.
There were no other indication buttons on this machine, and after a short boot time, a rebroadcast room screen appeared.
When the Samsaras were on the bus, they had already checked the brooch and the communicator, and they were closed until they entered the prison. The same was true before the prison, and no broadcast screen appeared.
It's just that now the brooch has been activated by itself, and the broadcast screen has also appeared on the communicator, without Xiao Li having touched it.
He looked at the progress bar and found that the camera started automatically after entering the prison.
The broadcast room of the communicator is just like the broadcast room of some ordinary game anchors, except that the current broadcast screen is completely dark, there is no source of the barrage, but occasionally a few unexplained barrage flashes away: [How do you feel He looks a bit familiar? Does anyone know what his name is? 】
[Who needs to remember his name? The long one is very fresh and tender. 】
【Fresh, fresh, fresh. 】
[It's so good, so envy...]
[Able to walk, great. 】
Xiao Li pondered for a moment, then suddenly covered the brooch with two fingers, while staring at the communicator.
Compared to the real time, the communicator's picture has a two-minute buffer. After two minutes, he saw that the picture in the broadcast room became more blurred, as if something was pressed on it.
[He is testing us, oh so cute. 】
[Hahahahahaha, I am laughing wildly! ! 】
【is that useful? It's useless, he should cherish the rest time, ah, I will go to other broadcast rooms to see. 】
The tone of the barrage is very strange. Xiao Li has watched live broadcasts of several horror game live broadcasters, and no audience will use such a tone to send barrage, unless...
The owner of these barrage is not a person at all.
That's why the adjective "fresh" appears, because humans are just a pile of walking ingredients in the eyes of ghosts.
Including the one who said that he was envious, he should be envious that the same kind here has such a batch of fun and delicious "food".
No wonder it's the most popular. Can such "eating and broadcasting" not be popular in the ghost world?
Xiao Li released his finger and fumbled for this brooch, but did not find the switch on it.
He tried to remove the brooch, and found that the vision in the broadcast room would also change with the change of the brooch. It could be removed, but at most half an hour, otherwise the brooch would automatically return to the clothes on his chest.
Just as Xiao Li was playing with this brooch, some rustling sounds came from outside.
The source of the sound is not the fork at the end of the passage, but on the other side, where there are densely packed rooms and the lowest platform.
"Bang--" With a dull sound, some kind of dragging object sounded from there.
Every time the voice's owner passed by, he would stay for half a minute, and then set off again. It gradually approached Xiao Li's room.
Xiao Li got up from the bed, holding the phone in his hand, and wanted to take this opportunity to see what the "jailer" outside looked like.
The sound of footsteps gradually approached, and a loud whimper was heard in a room further away, but soon disappeared, as if the mouth was suddenly covered.
"Bang, bang—"
It is close to Xiao Li.
It stood in front of Xiao Li's door, and stared at him, with a vague shadow stretching on the door glass.
It passed Xiao Li.
The footsteps drifted away.
Xiao Li released his hand. Without pressing the phone screen, he returned to the bed and closed his eyes.
He fell asleep.
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At the same time, there is another passage here, in a certain room.
A beautifully dressed woman curled up on the bed. Her high heels had long been lost and couldn't be found somewhere. Her naked feet were scarred.
The woman who originally cherished the skin of her feet had no time to take care of it. She tucked the soles of her feet into her skirt and covered her ears, not wanting to hear the footsteps that were getting closer and closer to her outside.
If there is any reincarnation here, you will find that this woman is the big star in the previous opening CG, Lian Susu.
As early as when he first came in, even though Lian Susu made a cute and cute appearance in front of the camera, he was very disapproving of him, especially when he followed the prompts to find the room where he was, the dissatisfaction reached its peak.
What kind of a bad script, actually let her, a big star with tens of millions of dollars in a play, live in such a place?
It's really bad for the director to figure it out.
Sitting in the room, she cursed at her agent for taking on such a real variety show. Although this variety show is very popular now, most of them are just acting, and there are photographers shooting them. Where is there such a variety show with no staff at all and only cameras?
But on the surface, she still exclaimed: "Ah, this is a real prison. Let's first see if there are clues."
Lian Susu fluffed up her hair, and pretended to check here. She opened the bed and checked any clues, and then opened the door of the room: "Since there are no clues, let's go out and take a look."
During the preliminary inspection here, she passed by her companion’s room, but the woman inside had no intention of coming out. She was bending over to survey the bed, and still pinched her throat and said, "I wonder if it will be like those horror movies. , There is a person hidden under the bed..."
Before she could say anything, she met Lian Susu who was standing at the door.
The woman said: "Sister Susu, did you just check it out?"
Lian Susu smiled on the surface, but bit his teeth in his heart. The player in front of him is a popular floret, three or four years younger than her, but now he has been emphasizing the age difference in front of the audience.
She pretended not to hear anything and said, "I've seen all of them just now, and now I want to go outside and see, Shui Miao, how about you here?"
Shui Miao turned her face to the side, this action better highlighted her tall nose which has been praised countless times: "I haven't found anything, but I haven't seen anything else here. You go first. I'll wait. Come."
Lian Susu responded. She turned her head, keeping a smile, and walked into another aisle marked by the cafeteria.
While walking, she absently took out the communicator. Since Xindao was approved by the program group, she would first look at the audience’s reaction, so as to prescribe the right medicine and adjust her response. If the audience thinks she is too bold now, she Just be surprised a little bit.
[A little closer, oh, you look so delicious. 】
[For the compulsory calmness, hurry up and scream, your fear will become my favorite food. 】
【……】
Lian Susu:? ? ?
This is too far from the barrage she imagined [Susu, come on, support you as always]. What are these things? mental illness?
Or, this is a level specially set by the show team, maybe the director is hiding behind the camera laughing-so ingenious, the record is really reaction, no wonder the show is so popular, it is too cruel for their players.
Lian Susu's heart turned a thousand times, but on the surface he took a step backwards, almost unable to hold the communicator in his hand: "God, what is going on? Director, is anyone there? The staff?!"
Her voice echoed in the passage, and there was no answer.
"What the **** is going on? Haunted?"
Lian Susu murmured like a coquettish, she put away the communicator and continued to walk forward.
...
She has already explored everything here, and there is really no one else. It seems that there are only two players, she and Shui Miao.
When she came to the canteen, there were already boxed lunches, which were of the company's canteen specifications. Two dishes and one meal had already been divided. There were only two boxed lunches, each with an apple.
The food is so bad, but she is used to losing weight.
Lian Susu picked up the plate with a smile: "Wow, it's so rich, I just happen to be hungry."
She picked up the dinner plate and sat down on the dinner table, absently poking the vegetables in the dinner plate with chopsticks, thinking how to finish the task quickly and escape.
But it is too big and deserted here, which always makes Lian Susu feel a little weird.
Is there really such a variety show? After putting them in, no matter what, and no hint?
It's not that she hasn't seen other variety shows, but there will be any notes to let them solve a puzzle, and even most directors will appear in person.
Lian Susu cast aside the uneasiness in his heart, and rarely looked forward to Qi Shuimiao's arrival.
After she had eaten this meal for half an hour, another person appeared in the cafeteria.
Lian Susu, who was already feeling scared, happily welcomed him: "Shui Miao, sit here and the meal is over there."
She was really excited, so she didn't find that Shui Miao was wrong.
Shui Miao mechanically held the dinner plate, but did not sit over. Instead, she sat close, holding the food with chopsticks, and stuffing it directly into her mouth.
No way, don't install a single outfit in front of the camera?
Lian Susu’s hot face was stuck on his cold buttocks, but he was not angry, thinking that tomorrow’s hot search would be available, instead he continued: "Don’t you sit here?"
Suddenly Shui Miao stopped stuffing her rice, she shrugged her shoulders and suddenly laughed.
Her laughter was sharp and not beautiful at all, just like the sound of a robot doll being recorded.
The most frightening thing is that the laughter does not come from the mouth, it is more like other parts of Shui Miao.
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【? ? ? I will come quickly]
[These barrage... You... didn't you recognize who this is? 】
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