Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

But now, like Jiang Shuangmei, Shen Yunju appeared more relaxed in posture and expression.

Xu Beijin immediately confirmed the correctness of his guess in his heart.

He shared his views with the audience.

Amidst the appreciative voices of the audience, Xu Beijin pondered for a moment, and then said, "However, this may also bring bad news."

The audience raised question marks one after another.

Xu Beijin stared at the seven taskers on the screen in the live broadcast room, and said, "Exchanging one death for safety in a nightmare sounds like a very cost-effective operation for the taskers.

"Moreover, the further the nightmare goes, the more it will be broken and chaotic. The difficulty of chasing and killing furniture in the early stage of the nightmare is completely different from that in the later stage of the nightmare.

"In this way, for the taskers, it is more cost-effective to exchange death for safety in the next few rounds of nightmares. Who knows how long the safety obtained by death in the early stage can last?

"That is to say, once the taskers understand this rule, they are very likely to actively choose to die instead of trying to survive in the later stages of the nightmare.

"However, the nightmare in the narrow building cannot be truly tolerant, allowing the tasker to exchange death for absolute safety. This is very likely to be a trap.

"The previous quester said that the questers who came to this nightmare would disappear for no reason. No quester has disappeared yet, but in the future, when the nightmare collapses, this may not be the case.

"If after the nightmare collapses, the death of the tasker means disappearance. If the tasker still wants to trade death for safety at that time... wouldn't it be bad?"

The audience suddenly realized and nodded, and once again denounced the black heart of the game planner loudly.

Xu Bei smiled.

Without the rhythm of the reasoning masters, the audience in the live broadcast room are really well-behaved and shaky. After all, they are cute and brainless, and they will believe whatever Xu Bei says.

Xu Beijin originally wanted to praise the audience for their cuteness, but after hesitating for a while, he felt that this seemed to be mocking their IQ, and then he thought that he was a mocking face, in case the audience misunderstood...so he silently gave up.

He sighed secretly, and turned his gaze back to the live broadcast room dumbfounded.

At this time, the beginning of the third round of nightmares happened to have just arrived within an hour.

Sister Jiang decisively opened the door and left the apartment.

After leaving the apartment, she tried again to use her fingerprints to re-enter the apartment, but again failed. She tried the common password she remembered before, but it still failed.

She looked at the lock thoughtfully, then took a deep breath, trying to ignore the existence of this thing.

Apart from not letting him in, the lock didn't seem to do anything else, so let's consider it harmless for the time being.

She walked to the elevator, and hesitated between letting the elevator come up, or running down to find the elevator herself.

At this moment, the lights in the corridor on the eighth floor began to flicker again.

During the first round of nightmares, the damn light was flickering; during the second round, Jiang Shuangjie was so focused on finding the muscular man to confront the item card that she didn’t pay much attention to the lighting problem; and now, the light has started again Flashing... It's disturbing.

Distraught, Sister Jiang looked back at the lights in the corridor.

Suddenly, she was taken aback.

Three short lights, three long lights, three short lights.

Three short, three long, three short.

...Sister Jiang Shuang was dumbfounded.

Isn't this the fucking Morse code for help? !

Chapter 51

Sister Jiang Shuang felt that she had encountered the most ridiculous thing in the world.

A light—a light in the hallway, fucking asking her for help!

She stared blankly into the corridor, wondering for a moment that she was dreaming—ha, wasn't she? Isn't she just in a nightmare?

She took a deep breath to calm herself down. She tentatively said, "Are you... are you asking for help? If so, then flash the lights..."

Before she could finish speaking, the light in the corridor flickered.

...Fuck it, it's really just a shot!

Sister Jiang was dizzy for a moment, and she couldn't understand this supernatural phenomenon.

Besides...a lamp...why ask her for help? !

"I..." Sister Jiang swallowed, feeling her throat was very dry, "I want, how can I save you?"

In the corridor, one person and one lamp fell into silence.

The lamp can't speak, and Jiang Shuangjie can't understand what the flickering of the lamp symbolizes. She only knew the SOS distress signal, and didn't remember other signals at all.

Morse code?

She is not the kind of genius who is knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

Finally, the hallway lights maintain a steady light output and seem to have given up.

Sister Jiang took a deep look at the light in the corridor on the eighth floor, and thought of what Jiang Shuang said incoherently before, that the light in room 408 seemed to remind them... She wondered if there was any commonality among them Woolen cloth?

They're all lights, they're all biased toward friendliness...

She couldn't figure it out for a while, and glanced at the elevator room again.

She took a deep breath and finally chose to take the stairs. In any case, safety comes first. Whether the elevator is aggressive to them, no one can guarantee.