Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

It was late at night, and the air inside the wardrobe became oppressive and dull.

Xu Rendong and Lian Qiao hid in the closet, the space was small, the two stood very close, and they could hear each other's breathing.

Ye Qingliu hid with the baby in another closet. She had already fed the baby milk powder, and she would not cry from hunger for a while. As for the smell of milk, there are so many children out there who steal milk powder, Lamia probably won't notice this little baby. Ye Qingliu had difficulty moving with the baby, so she said good to the two until they found Lamia's hiding place, and even after they found the elevator and buttons, she would come out again.

In the closet, there was darkness that could not be seen, and in this silent darkness, after waiting for a long time, Lian Qiao suddenly said softly:

"It's on."

Xu Rendong sighed inwardly.

What Lian Qiao said was that the massacre began. Sure enough, after he finished saying these words, Xu Rendong's ears caught a faint exclamation, which sounded like a child's grief squeezed out of his throat when he was unguardedly strangled by the neck in his sleep.

Then there was the sound of something falling from a height. With a bang, it hit the floor hard.

As if signaled by this crash, the commotion began. Screams, tables and chairs overturned, running sounds... The entire second floor fell into chaos. Honeysuckle and Lian Qiao hid in the closet and couldn't see what was going on outside, but just from the sound, they could imagine what kind of misery it was outside.

"Brother Honeysuckle." Lian Qiao suddenly opened his mouth and asked in a low voice, "I'll make my own decisions and won't let you tell me the conditions of death, will you blame me?"

Xu Rendong asked: "What's your fault?"

"..." Lian Qiao was silent for a moment, "I know you really want to save everyone. But at that time it was done, and even if we told them the truth, it would only make them panic. Saying Maybe they'll get **** off and pull us back together. I don't want to die with them, so..."

Xu Rendong realized that he was guilty, and reiterated: "I don't blame you."

"Really?"

Xu Rendong smiled: "I'm just an ordinary person, not a god. I can't save everyone. Neither are you."

Lian Qiao did not speak. In the darkness, Xu Rendong couldn't see his face clearly, and he didn't know what his expression was at this time. There was a suffocating silence in the closet, and all you could hear was the loud cries outside, and there was chaos.

Listening to this miserable voice, Xu Rendong's mood was unexpectedly calm. People were going to die, but he couldn't stop them. As for those unlucky enough to be on the wrong team... that's just unlucky.

After all, he died more than everyone here combined. To be miserable, who can be miserable than him? He doesn't have the leisure to sympathize with others.

Lian Qiao suddenly said, "Brother Honeysuckle, have you experienced this kind of predicament before?"

Xu Rendong: "Huh?"

Lian Qiao: "It's just...the elevator and buttons can't be found, and the teammates around me are only a rookie..."

Xu Rendong couldn't help laughing when he heard him calling himself a rookie: "Why do you rate yourself so low?"

Lian Qiao said reverently: "Because I won the last dungeon by lying with you, and this time too, food, death conditions, etc. are all found by you, I am completely a Confused face..."

Xu Rendong didn't have time to speak, and even Qiao quickly began to resolve himself, muttering to himself: "But you are right, boss, in fact, I may not be as good as I imagined, Maybe there is something that shines in me that I don't know about myself, but you have discovered it with your discerning eyes? After all, if I'm really a spicy chicken, why would you take the initiative to form a team with me..."

Xu Rendong thought seriously: "...because I'm your fan?"

Lian Qiao: "…"

There was a suffocating silence in the dark wardrobe. After a while, as slow as Xu Rendong noticed the embarrassment in the air, and was about to say something to ease the atmosphere, Lian Qiao suddenly smiled lowly.

“Brother honeysuckle, you are so funny.”

Xu Rendong is very self-aware: "I am obviously a topic terminator, where is it interesting?"

Lian Joe kept his laughter low. In the cramped closet, the lingering low smile sounded a bit ambiguous.

"You..." Lian Qiao's breath was close to his ears, blowing Xu Rendong's ears itchy. It felt weird and made him uncomfortable, so he changed his posture and moved his body away from Lian Qiao without saying a word.

At this moment, there was a loud noise outside—

Boom!

Something hit the closet!

"Hey!" Lian Qiao exclaimed like a screaming chicken strangled by the neck. At the same time, he grabbed Xu Rendong's hand suddenly, which made Xu Rendong abruptly startled - how did he catch him so accurately in the dark?

Xu Rendong didn't know what was happening outside, so he didn't dare to act rashly, so he shook Lian Qiao's hand with his backhand. Lian Qiao's palms quickly broke out with cold sweat in a short period of time, making Xu Rendong's hands also clammy and cold, and even Qiao's fear could be felt through this thin layer of sweat.

Lian Qiao was so nervous that he was short of breath, Xu Rendong pressed his arm soothingly, and quietly put his ear to the cabinet door.

Through the thick wooden wardrobe door, the sound from outside could not be heard. He vaguely heard a vague "quack, quack", like the sound of a beast chewing on a brittle bone. The association terrified him, but he knew that his guess was probably correct, because otherwise the children's cries were nowhere to be heard.

—Lamia will eat children. Eighty percent of the children who stole milk powder have been slaughtered by her. And now, it's time for her to enjoy a delicious meal!

Xu Rendong restrained the vomiting in her stomach and took a deep breath. Even Joe probably guessed what was going on outside, so he tried his best to restrain his fear and not let his precious physical strength be wasted on trembling.

The disturbing chewing sound continued for a long time, until the two people hiding in the closet were as stiff as sculptures, Lamia was satisfied, and gradually walked away with her round belly.

The two counted the seconds silently in their hearts. At a certain moment, the two tacitly squeezed each other's palms at the same time.

Confirming each other's determination, Xu Rendong raised his hand and carefully pushed open the wooden door of the wardrobe.

"Sigh..." The scene in front of them made the two of them gasp at the same time, but they were immediately choked by the smell of blood and wanted to vomit.

The whole room was covered with corpses in a mess, and the children's room seemed to be splashed with red paint, blood and internal organs everywhere. Some people's upper body and lower body are separated, half on the bed and half on the ground, with pink intestines dragging out; Wings flew; there were more fragmented corpses, and it was impossible to tell what organs they were, and we could only barely guess who the owner of the corpse was from the clothes he was wearing.

Although Xu Rendong was already mentally prepared, she was shocked by this too tragic scene. Just as he took a step, he didn't know what he stepped on, one step slipped, and he suddenly fell forward. Fortunately, Lian Qiao, who was beside him, quickly grabbed him. Xu Rendong slammed into Lian Qiao's arms and felt Lian Qiao's chest heaving violently, as if he had seen something very bad.

Xu Rendong couldn't help but want to look back, but Lian Qiao covered his eyes and whispered, "Don't look, let's go."

Xu Rendong realized that what he stepped on was definitely not a good thing, but he couldn't help but be curious and asked softly: "What?"

"..." Lian Qiao frowned slightly and sighed, "Little fat man's head. I guess this is the thing that hit the cabinet just now. Let's leave it alone, let's go, or we won't be able to catch up. Lamia."

Xu Rendong couldn't imagine that what he stepped on was actually the head of his companion, and a chill suddenly rose from the soles of his feet. He was in a trance, almost being dragged forward by Lian Qiao. However, the less he dared to think about it, the more he couldn't help recalling the feeling under his feet just now. Soft, bumpy...is that the face of the little fat man? The soft ones are the cheeks and lips, and the raised ones are the nose?

There was a sudden urge to vomit in the stomach, Xu Rendong covered his mouth and blocked the retching voice in his throat.

Lian Qiao looked back at him, and his eyes showed unbearable. He comforted: "Don't think about it, you didn't do it on purpose."

Xu Rendong nodded, indicating that he was fine, but the nausea still came up. He forced himself to focus on tracking Lamia. Lamia hadn't gone far, the two of them hid behind the door frame lightly, and saw the slender pale figure coming downstairs from a distance, holding an arm in his hand, while walking, "Kara, Crack" nibbled.

It was late at night, only the children's room was lit in the entire monastery, and the rest was dark. The two followed Lamia cautiously. They dared not follow too closely, for fear of being discovered. Until Lamia walked to the corner of the hall on the first floor, the two dared to go downstairs quietly, hide behind the large sofa, and continue to peep.

Lamia didn't know anything about the trail of the two, and it was probably the thrill of the slaughter that made her relax her vigilance. She touched her round belly, staggered towards the end of the hall, and stopped in front of the tall wall.

"Is there a mechanism here?" Lian Qiao frowned and lowered his voice, "Impossible, I checked that wall, and there is nothing."

Xu Rendong shook his head, indicating that he didn't know either.

I saw Lamia stretch out her long, pale fingers and draw a line on the wall. The wall was gray, and she moved her finger up, leaving a white vertical line on the wall. Immediately after, she drew two horizontal and two vertical drawings. Eventually, a white box emerges from the gray wall. The frame was about the size of a person, and it looked particularly clear in the moonlight.

What is she doing?

When Lamia raised her hand and pushed it, the wall in the middle of the white frame was quietly recessed, revealing a bottomless corridor.

She drew a door out of thin air!

Just as the two were amazed, Lamia had already bowed and got into the corridor. The door was closed immediately, and it was tightly attached to the wall, returning to its original state. The entire monastery fell silent, as if nothing had happened except for the faint smell of blood in the air.

Lamia disappeared, along with the mysterious door.

Xu Rendong came to the front of the gray wall and touched where the door once appeared. No, still nothing. The wall was abruptly gray, and just like his brain at this time, it was blank.

Lamia's secret room was originally hidden here, but how do they get in?

If they can't sneak up on Lamia while she takes off her eyeballs and rests, how can their three or five-year-old children have any chance of winning? Could it be that this world is really so difficult that they don't give them a chance to survive?

Xu Rendong frowned. His fingers crossed the wall unconsciously, imitating Lamia's appearance, drawing a vertical line on the wall.

Lian Qiao looked at his baby's fat arm and smiled suddenly: "Brother Honeysuckle, if we came to paint the door, Lamia would definitely be stuck in the door and couldn't get out."

Xu Rendong immediately saw the scene of Lamia's bulging belly stuck in the small door, and couldn't help laughing: "You are right. But how do we draw the door?"

Lian Qiao's eyes are bright, like a shrewd little leopard: "Do you remember the old nun taught us a lesson?"

Xu Rendong was stunned for a while, and a flash of light flashed in his heart, and he immediately understood what he meant.

Even Qiao smiled: "If this doesn't work, then we can only wait to die hand in hand."

Xu Rendong also smiled: "Okay, let's try."

The author has something to say:

Painting a door stalk pays tribute to the movie "Pan's Labyrinth" and is also the source of inspiration for Lamia.

Lamia: This fat head is not delicious, bah.