Being an Extra Actor in an Escape Game

Wu Jian nodded.

At this moment, an inch-thrust who was a little far away suddenly turned to them and said, "Come and see this office!"

Several people gathered around.

In the offices here, most of the doors are open. They came to one of them, which seemed to be some kind of ancient book research center. There were a lot of ancient books and even bamboo slips piled up on the table.

Wu Jian couldn't help asking in amazement: "Why are such things randomly piled up here?"

"Because no one is working anymore."

They turned their heads and found that it was the boy who looked like a student.

He said: "There is no one working here, only Brother Xu is left here." He pointed to Xu Beijin, "Originally, after the madness spread among us, the library planned to put some of the precious things here. Ancient books moved away.

"But before I could finish it, the staff stopped coming one after another. Before leaving, they messed up the books in the library, saying that they were useless things...

"I came to the library as a part-time job last summer. Later, my family members also... went crazy, so I often come to the library. I have nothing else to do anyway. I will stay with Brother Xu, if I have time Just sort out the books.

"These books were taken out by categories at the beginning, but now I don't know where to put them, and I can't find someone to receive them, so I have to pile them up here and sort them out temporarily."

The missionaries gradually understood.

There was nothing they could do about what happened to the library. Besides, they care more about the truth of this nightmare than what happens here, rather than some books here.

Seeing that they were indifferent, the boy had no choice but to turn his gaze to Xu Beijin.

Xu Beijin shook his head lightly.

Fei and Wu Jian, as well as Mu Jiashi, watched the exchange of eyes between the two, but couldn't help thinking, are they acting according to the script?

After realizing the problems of the residents of the narrow building, they can no longer fully participate in this nightmare. Instead, they always regard themselves and others as people in the play.

Don't know if this is a good thing or a bad thing.

They continued to explore on the fifth floor of the library.

Time passed bit by bit.

After a few minutes, Cun Tou suddenly made a "shh" gesture and said, "Did you hear anything?"

The missionaries looked at each other.

They listened intently, and vaguely heard rustling sounds from an office.

"That's..." Wu Jian hesitated for a moment, "Radio?"

When the tasker was on the fifth floor of the library and heard the rustling sound of the radio, Ding Yi and He Shujun were also on their way back to the library.

They have just left the museum.

Originally, the old curator wanted to take them to visit again, but He Shujun left the museum smoothly because he was not feeling well and wanted to see a professional doctor.

Or maybe it was because they hadn't started to visit yet, so the old curator decided to let them go.

As they were leaving, they saw the van that the museum was transferring the collections also drive out of the side door.

I don't know where it is going, maybe it is also a scene in a nightmare?

Ding Yi and He Shujun walked back quickly along the road that the bus drove them on.

However, after walking for a while, they encountered an endless stream of lunatics. Not only does it make them sick and dizzy, it also blocks their way, sometimes forcing them to take a detour.

At this time, He Shujun couldn't help but said helplessly: "How long do we have to walk before we can return to the library?"

She only realized at this moment, because it was a bus when she came, and the bus was driving faster and faster for the rest of the journey. Therefore, they seem to have greatly underestimated the distance of this section of the road.

They walked for about ten minutes, but they couldn't see the next stop of the bus, which was the Art Museum, let alone their actual destination library.

He Shujun couldn't help feeling a little frustrated.

She thought for a while, and then said, "Why don't we investigate all the shops along the road, after all, when we went to the museum, we took a bus and didn't pay attention to the surrounding situation at all."

Ding Yi said, "Okay, I have no objection."

So, they slowed down even more and paid attention to the shops on the street.

A lot of lunatics.

Once he looked carefully, He Shujun couldn't help sighing.

She already roughly knows what happened in this world. The doctor explained it to them, making them more or less confident about this nightmare.

However, they didn't really meet those crazy humans along the way.

They are going to the museum by bus, and the driver and passengers on the bus, as well as the people in the museum, although crazy, are not particularly dangerous.

Their madness is controllable and non-lethal.

But what they encounter now is different.

He Shujun looked at the scene inside the French window with some surprise and disgust.

This is an educational institution that provides supplementary lessons and quizzes for middle school students after their classes.

Surprisingly, at this moment, it is still full of people.