Being a bug in a survival game

"Oh~Dear Mr. Chris, you are finally back!"

An elevator door opened, and Smida, the host of the night show, came out.

With a warm face on her face, Smida put on a formal suit and gave the Mediterranean man a big hug.

...Is that person Chris?

Qin Qi's eyes flashed slightly, and she hid in the corner near the stairs, relying on several trucks to hide her figure, and continued to eavesdrop on the conversation of several people.

"Smida, long time no see." After the hug, the polite Chris said with a smile: "If I remember correctly, it's still the time for the Seven Days of Beast Fighting show, right?"

"Of course, Mr. Chris, it's almost the fourth night now..." Smida said, as if thinking of something bad, her tone was slightly annoyed: "It's just that in the middle There was a slight accident, and the feedback from the audience for this beast fighting show was not as enthusiastic as the previous month."

Chris' smile faded: "What's going on?" As he spoke, he took off the black gloves on his hands and threw them to an accompanying assistant.

"Go in first, and I'll chat with you later..." Smida opened the elevator, and several people entered the elevator one after another.

Qin Qi came out from the corner after seeing the elevator door completely closed.

Approaching the elevator door and glancing sideways, the number of floors descending was displayed next to the elevator.

5…

6…

7…

8…

9…

10…

11…

The elevator didn't stop until the eleventh floor, the lowest underground floor.

Qin Qi's eyebrows relaxed slightly: "Chris went to the eleventh floor."

The eleventh underground floor is most likely the accommodation or office area of ​​Captain Chris.

This trip has yielded quite a harvest.

It's time to go back.

Qin Qi pressed the elevator button and waited for the elevator to rise.

At this time, the door of an elevator not far away opened specifically for pulling goods. Two prison workers were pushing a large cart with more than a dozen corpses piled on it.

The faces of some corpses looked familiar, and Qin Qi recognized them as the corpses of slaves who died last night.

The two corpse-carrying prison workers carried the body into a truck with stinky faces.

Qin Qi had no place to hide, but he was wearing work clothes and his back was slightly turned towards the person. The two prison workers glanced at him and ignored Qin Qi. After carrying the body, they locked the carriage.

The elevator door opened, Qin Qi walked into the elevator, turned around, and saw the truck leaving the parking lot...

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When Qin Qi returned to the prison, Su Tingyu had also woken up.

Qin Qi saw the girl greeting 022 cordially. The latter was lying on the haystack and did not dare to move his buttocks.

"Qin Qi, you're back~" Su Tingyu caught a glimpse of Qin Qi's figure out of the corner of his eye, his eyes brightened slightly, and he immediately gave up the idea of ​​continuing friendly exchanges with 022.

Qin Qi said "hmm" and then told Su Tingyu and Fatty about the harvest of this trip.

"Wow~ Have you met that Captain Chris?" Su Tingyu blinked her eyes, feeling excited at the thought that she would soon be able to get the key to the collar.

Qin Qi calmly analyzed: "The situation on the eleventh floor is still unclear. If you really want to go down to find the key, you must be prepared to escape from the underground Colosseum at any time after being exposed."

"It's the fourth day now. If we fail to escape here within seven days, we will fail." The fat man sounded worried.

Qin Qi turned to look at the fat man and said, "I have an idea on how to escape."

"what idea?"

"Brother Qin, have you thought of a way?"

Qin Qi didn't deny it, but he didn't nod either. Instead, he said, "There is something I need to know about. Call 022 here first."