Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

"Brain: big guts! Can you control whether you dream or not!"

"Then I'm begging you, babe."

Xu Bei glanced at the barrage in the live broadcast room, and couldn't help but laugh.

The audience in the live broadcast room can always talk about the funniest topics on the most serious occasions. With such extraordinary talent, Xu Bei couldn't help but sigh that he was still wary of this group of audiences back then.

Even now, the number of his viewers has not increased much, and the total number has been controlled at about ten. It seems that, as the audience said, horror game live broadcasts are indeed not considered a popular topic in the outside world.

However, compared to his ambition when he first got the live broadcast system, the current live broadcast system only allows him to have a better understanding of the nightmare, and does not make any progress in the goal of escaping the narrow building.

Xu Bei could not help but sigh.

He thought of this nightmare again, and the various "déjà vu" and "reappearances" that appeared in this nightmare... Everything is fine. It was like something, hinting at the truth.

Not only the truth in the nightmare, but also the truth related to the narrow building outside the nightmare.

In fact, this kind of déjà vu had already appeared when the taskers appeared in this nightmare, but at that time, the taskers thought of "escape from the narrow building" because of the goal of "escape from the building". ".

... And the news of this nightmare first spread at the bottom of the narrow building, isn't it because some people speculated that this nightmare was related to the truth of the narrow building?

Xu Beijin inevitably felt a little bored and tired. He asked Dai Wu to make the taskers interested in this nightmare, but it seemed that the first batch of missioners who came in hadn't found the truth yet.

He glanced at the scene list on the right side of the live broadcast room, and found that a quester had arrived on a new floor, so he cut the camera there.

It was Jiang Shuangmei, Fei, and Shen Yunju. They came to the floor corresponding to the button on the first floor of the elevator.

At this moment, they have confirmed that there is no elevator on this floor, which is the 18th floor. Purely in terms of numbers, this is the lowest floor they have ever reached.

But they didn't have time to think about this at this time, because they met a living person on this floor.

...It is not necessarily possible to call this person a living person.

It was a sitting person, and on the desk in front of him was an object that was probably a corpse, and this person was using a utility knife to cut some meat from the object, then chopped it finely, and then Put it in the paint bucket next to you.

There is also a bucket next to it, which is probably filled with the blood from the corpse, and it is more than half full at this moment.

Most of the ceiling on this floor has been covered with the contents of the paint bucket.

Every now and then, something falls. So the man stood up tirelessly, climbed onto the ladder, and stuck it up again. He didn't seem to see the few people who came to this floor at all, but was doing his own work on his own.

Fei said dully: "So, what we saw on the 21st floor before..."

Jiang Shuangmei's voice was equally dry: "This lunatic... did it?"

The faces of these three taskers are like dead people.

They didn't expect to see such a magical, bloody and strange scene in this building. What's more frightening is that the people who did this kind of thing seemed to feel that they were doing something ordinary.

The three missionaries cast uneasy and fearful eyes at him, but he frowned nonchalantly, as if he thought that these three people were strange.

Jiang Shuangmei almost mustered up her courage before she uttered her own voice to this person: "You, how are you?"

The man put down the utility knife irritably, turned his head to look at Jiang Shuangmei and the others, his voice was cold and stiff: "What are you doing? Don't disturb my work."

"Work, work..."

The man said: "Yes. The previous disaster destroyed many facilities in our company's office building, and the job I was assigned was to re-paste the walls. I was already in a hurry, and I have only plastered one floor until now. There are so few damn ingredients!

"So, please don't bother me, okay?"

After he said a few words angrily, he picked up his utility knife again and continued his "work".

The three missionaries looked at each other.

Fei took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly: "So, the job he was assigned was to paste the wall..." She almost couldn't help but vomited out, "This means, there are other jobs? so……"

nausea?

Jiang Shuangmei said frankly: "I used to think that the catastrophe they kept talking about was only in the physical sense, it might be a big bang or something, but..."

She looked at the work-addicted man with puzzled eyes.

Shen Yunju continued to say very cooperatively: "It seems that there is a little problem with their spirit."

Jiang Shuangmei said: "There is something wrong with their worldview. He regards such a strange job as a normal thing...is he really mentally ill?"

Fei opened her mouth, but didn't know what she should say.

She suddenly thought of another thing, about the original reason for her entering this nightmare.

In fact, she also thought at first that the burning city outside the building might be the so-called "doomsday" in this nightmare. And the manifestation of this doomsday is similar to what she experienced in the nightmare of the ruins before.