Strange talk live room

"She's dead."

"We are finally free."

The men's eyes relaxed, and their bodies turned to ashes one after another.

The bloody house disappeared, and everything returned to darkness.

I floated weightlessly for a moment, then my feet landed on the ground.

Passed the fourth floor.

Secretly wiped a sweat.

I quickly gathered my emotions and welcomed the new first floor.

Buzz buzz——

The sound of machinery running.

I'm standing in an old elevator.

The elevator descended slowly.

After a ding, it stopped on the -5th floor.

The metal door slowly opened, revealing a dim corridor.

I took a look and slowly walked out of the elevator.

What kind of space will this be?

The corridor is narrow and long.

There was a flickering light coming from the corner, and there was a faint sound of someone's voice over there.

I took the black umbrella and walked carefully along the corridor.

There is all kinds of rubbish on the ground.

Cigarette butts, crushed cans, used paper scraps, and food residues.

The walls are also mottled, full of stains and footprints.

Needless to say, there is this smell in the air.

"Hit him!"

"Hit, hit hard!"

Turning around the corridor, a heavy door came into view.

There were two tall, ugly men guarding the door.

The thick muscles bulged out the clothes on his body.

The light in the crack of the door kept flickering, and the voices were noisy and intense.

"Where?"

I frowned and tried to walk to the door.

Two big, thick hands stretched out and made a cross at the door.

"Pay the money!"

A dull voice came from the strong man's body.

Their facial features did not move, and their faces had no expression, just like sculptures.

"money?"

I touched my pocket. There were a few pieces of change in it, but I didn't know if they could be used here.

"Is this enough?"

I tried to hand over some money.

The strong man didn't even look. One of them reached for the money, and the other reached for the door.

The door opens.

A huge noise lifted the black door curtain and rushed into my ears instantly.

It was deafening.

I got used to it, then opened the door curtain and walked in.

"beat!"

"Hit, hit, hit!"

"Mad! Trash!"

"I win! I win!"

The lights are bright.

The first thing that catches the eye is a huge iron cage.

There were two strong men in the cage, one standing and one lying down, covered in blood.

It's like a big battle has just happened.

There were many people crowded in all directions of the cage.

Some cheered obsessively, and some cursed angrily.

The smell of alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke and some unexplainable smell.

It seemed like an underground boxing ring.

The last boxing match is over.

The fallen man was dragged away like a dead dog and the blood in the cage was cleaned.

Music with a strong rhythm sounded.

Streamers floated down from the sky.

Several fit girls in bikinis jumped on the stage, twerking and swaying hard.

The men holding wine glasses swayed to the music and whistled at the toned girls from time to time.

I was squeezed into the carnival crowd.

There are at least one or two hundred people here.

Who is the protagonist on this floor?

I took out my phone and looked at the time.

The night is already halfway through.

However, as we get to the back, the delay on each floor becomes longer and longer.

I have a little headache.

It is necessary to find out the protagonist of this floor as soon as possible.

I blended in with the crowd and observed them.

There are about three types of people here.

Boxer.

Spectators can place bets on horses.

The staff includes boxing hosts, tobacco and alcohol salesmen, dancing girls, security guards and even cleaners.

I prefer that the protagonist is a boxer.

A boxer's wish is, of course, to win the match.

A piece of music ends.

The bikini girl came off the stage ogling her.

when!

A bell rings.

The place fell silent.

The host announced that the next boxing match was about to begin.

"First of all, the undefeated boxing champion No. 9 will appear!"

"No.9!"

"No.9!"

"Immortal Boxing Champion!"

"Boxing champion!"

The crowd cheered around the cage.

A man about 2 meters tall, as strong as a hill, wearing a red cloak, walked on the stage slowly with impressive steps.

There is a conspicuous figure 9 scar on his forehead.

He has a bald head, a face full of flesh, and a pile of flesh on the back of his neck.

His eyes were cold and cruel, and the muscles on his body were as hard as stones.

He looks around the arena with his nostrils like a king and then raises his fist like a winner.

That fist was as big as a pot.

A real punch can knock someone flat.

"Boxing champion! Boxing champion!"

"Boxing Champion No. 9!"

"Immortal Boxing Champion!"

The appearance of No. 9 completely ignited the enthusiasm of the audience, and their voices were extremely enthusiastic.

"The next person to appear is the dark horse who has won three games in a row, rookie No. 4!"

then.

A young man about 1.8 meters tall, shirtless, slowly walked onto the stage.

The body is well-proportioned and muscular.

There is a big 4-shaped scar on my back.

Compared with ordinary people, he is strong.

But compared with the meaty No. 9, he is too thin.

Her hair was long and messy, covering most of her face. She lowered her head slightly and couldn't see her face clearly.

However, when he occasionally looked up, there was a sinister look in his eyes hidden under his hair.

As soon as he came on the stage, there were boos outside the cage.

"Rubbish!"

"go to hell!"

Some people even smashed cigarette butts and wine bottles inside.

No. 4 stood quietly, unmoved.

"I will win if I buy number 9!"

"All my money is bet on number 9!"

"If you think about it with your toes, No. 9 will win! No. 4's small physique is not big enough for him to punch three times!"

Almost everyone bet on number 9 crazily.

"Hey, buddy! Which one do you like more?" Someone next to me bumped my shoulder with his elbow.

I turned around.

He is a slightly fat middle-aged man, with middle-parted hair that is shiny and sticking to his scalp. He holds a cigar in his hand and smiles with yellow teeth.

"Are you talking to me?"

"Otherwise, who else is there?" The middle-aged man looked at me with a smile, "Are you new here? It's your first time watching this kind of boxing match?"

"Yes." I nodded, willing to communicate with people here.

Because this way you can get more information.

"Then you've come to the right place! This is the best boxing ring in the place, with the most exciting competitions!"

"What stimulation method?" I asked.

"There are no rules. Beat him to death!" The middle-aged man exhaled a puff of pungent smoke in an mature manner.

"Beat until death?"

"That's necessary! It's a painless and painless beating. What's the excitement in that? What you want to see is them fighting hard in the cage!"

The middle-aged man was beaming with joy, and the people here seemed to be proud of their cruelty.

"Brother, have you decided who will win the bet?"

"I just came, let's take a look before talking."

"You are really new here. You don't know the rules. As long as you come to watch the game, you must place a bet."

"I'm telling you, No. 9 is absolutely right!" The middle-aged man lowered his voice, mysteriously, as if he was telling a big secret.

"No. 4 can win three games in a row just because of luck. His opponents can't do it at all!"

"However, if he meets the immortal boxing champion, there will be something exciting to watch."

The middle-aged man stared at the arena excitedly.

At this time, the staff came over.

"Sir, what number should I buy?"

"No. 9, No. 9." The middle-aged man winked at me.

I smiled and said to the staff.

"No, I'll buy No. 4."