Basong's words make people doubtful, saying that he is eye-catching.
If it is true, then precautions should be taken first.
"What's going on with your head?"
Mike angrily walked to the shelf over there, picked up a bottle and pointed it at Bassong: "It's this rat, isn't it?"
"Dong" he put the bottle back on the shelf heavily, picked up another bottle, and asked to the bottle: "Is this this frog?
Oh, Mr.
Frog, did you move just now and plan to become a frog?"
Prince, oh, it says it’s not a male, it’s a princess, waiting for you to kiss it.”
Mike was obviously so angry that he didn't ask, and he slammed the bottle of stuffed frogs back on the shelf.
"It's not this, it's the hand, that hand."
Basong screamed: "I saw it move, and it hooked its index finger at me."
"Finger, this bottle."
Mike picked up the specimen bottle, but there was a hand inside.
He couldn't tell the male and female, and it was as swollen as a doll.
"Index finger, look at me moving my finger on it, hey, look.
If you haven’t, move.”
Sneijder suppressed a smile and said, "That doesn't mean it's moving.
It's the middle finger, not the index finger."
"Hey, is it moving?"
Mike held a bottle in one hand and raised the middle finger of the other hand, mockingly: "Let it move, let it move."
Everyone laughed, but then the laughter condensed, and so did the smiles. . .
Move your hand, it really moves. . .
Not only did it move, it also pushed open the bottle cap and crawled out like an octopus. . .
The fingers are like four-legged animals, and the thumbs are like headless necks.
He squats on top of the bottle, pointing his thumbs at Mike, who is still laughing and scolding, as if looking at him.
"Haha, why are you moving?
Even if it's soaked, it won't move unless there's an earthquake."
Mike finally realized it.
He looked at his teammates standing in front, all staring at his hand holding the bottle: "What's wrong with you guys?"
" He turned his head and saw that the bottle he was holding in his hand had been opened, and his hand was straddling the jar, with his thumb facing him slightly sideways.
"Ah" Now Mike was no longer calm and screamed, throwing down the bottle in his hand.
The bottle fell to the ground and fell into pieces.
The slightly turbid liquid inside also splashed all over the floor, emitting a pungent smell.
After the hand fell to the ground, it did a somersault, and then ran to the side using its fingers as feet.
"Oh my God!"
Everyone had already fled in a panic, but Bassong, who was most afraid of ghosts, screamed and crawled up using his hands and feet to escape.
After escaping all the way up the hall, Rudolf didn't forget to turn around, close the entrance door to the basement, and lock the latch.
"I said it's alive, let's live..."
Basong hugged himself and sat on the stairs, crying and howling: "Now you believe it, right?"
Mike panted, finally came to his senses, and yelled at Basong: "Shut up."
"Actually, this can be explained."
Mike patted his left chest gently and calmed down: "It's just a hand.
It's not easy for Satan to make a hand move.
Since it's a haunted house, there must be something to scare us.
Bar" It still made sense, but Rudolf didn't think so, and asked sinisterly: "When you want to fall asleep, is there something with a torso and only one hand to strangle your neck?
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Or is this hand holding a knife and just flying into the air?
Let’s stab you in the heart, not be bold.”
"Yes."
Regel nodded: "From now on, everyone needs to take turns on duty every night.
Watch the situation with your eyes wide open, and we can escape if there is danger."
"But that's a ghost, a ghost."
Basong still hugged himself, trembling all over.
Although Cheng Qianxun was frightened, she still walked over and said to Basong: "Don't be afraid, we have died once.
To make it clear, we are actually ghosts too.
Here, in the underworld, there is no Living people can only truly be resurrected when they come to the human world.
We are already ghosts, so what are we afraid of?"
Regel asked Hogan softly: "How did your teammates pass through the gate of hell when they were resurrected?"
Hogan smiled bitterly: "Stop talking, he escaped faster than anyone else.
The speed on the first few floors was almost as fast as a rabbit, and he ran so fast that no one could be seen."
Basong kept listening, and then the trembling all over his body slowly stopped.
He looked up at Cheng Qianxun with gratitude on his face: "Yes, we are all dead.
We have all died once.
We should no longer be afraid of ghosts."
"Okay then" Hogan walked up, pulled Basong up, and patted his shoulder with his hand: "Let's get through this level together."
"The night is always the most sinful, and it's daytime now."
Harold discussed with Cheng Qianxun's group.
He looked at the old-fashioned standing clock in the corner of the hall.
Although the clock was full of dust and cobwebs, the swing The hammer is still rocking back and forth, and it is still moving.
You can see that the hour hand is in the direction of ten o'clock: "Maybe there will be more things at night."
After everyone looked at each other, Rudolf suggested: "Just sleep during the day."
Sneijder was very helpless but very realistic and said: "It's better to watch it if you have the energy to be tormented by various ghosts at night."
Then go upstairs and get ready.
Everyone went upstairs.
"We also have to sleep together during the day."
Mike followed behind holding the quilt a little unwillingly.
"On the survival game floor, you will sleep alone."
Harold in front is also holding a quilt, and everyone needs to gather enough quilts into a larger room.
"It was in the wild, I was sleeping with my brothers, and here we were strangers."
Mike spoke straightforwardly.
Sneijder laughed and joked: "But it was us strangers who saved your life, but your brothers in need wanted to kill you at the critical moment."
Rudolf abruptly interjected: "They are probably lying somewhere now rotting into ashes with so many corpses."
"It's good to be able to rest in peace."
Hogan also helped to speak: "It may have been burned in magma, or it may have been on the dining table."
Mike stopped talking and followed several men into the room holding the quilt obediently.
Entering the room, Regal was moving the bed to a suitable position in the middle, while Cheng Qianxun had already cleaned the room and was putting food on the table.
She wanted to calculate the daily amount for the eight days.
"Move all the desks and chairs next to you to another room later."
Reger clapped his hands and made the bed.
After moving the furniture, everyone began to prepare to have something to eat before going to sleep.
Rudolph said while eating: "Sleep until six o'clock in the evening, seven hours, each person will stay for an hour.
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Cheng, you don't need to."
This was a bit of a preferential treatment, so Cheng Qianxun said: "I can do that too."
Sneijder laughed: "There are so many men.
If it doesn't matter to you, women should get enough sleep so that their skin is good.
I don't want your smooth face to get acne."
Mike was a little dissatisfied and said: "It's just your sweetness.
Okay, I'm on the first shift.
I don't want to get up in the middle of the shift for an hour.
It will make my sleep uncomfortable."
Rudolf raised his eyebrows: "You can choose freely, but if you both want to stay on the first and last shift, we will adopt a floating system.
Today's first shift will be tomorrow's second shift, postponed.
How about it, it's fair, right?"
"It's fair, I accept it," Mike agreed.
When he finished eating, Mike walked to the door, closed the door, sat down and leaned against the door.
Everyone also got up and began to sleep in their beds.
At this time, a bell sounded "dang dang dang" downstairs, exactly eleven.
Cheng Qianxun needed to sleep between Regel and Sneijder, so she had to go to bed first.
The bed is very soft and should allow for a good night's sleep.
She sat on the edge of the bed and suddenly felt someone pulling her to the middle of the bed.
She thought someone was joking: "Don't pull me."
But the man still hooked her waist and pulled her towards the middle of the bed.
Reger or Sneijder, their joke went too far this time, and she couldn't help but remind: "Everyone is watching."
Harold, who was standing in front of her and had not yet fallen asleep, rushed over, grabbed one of her arms with both hands, and yelled: "Damn it, hold her!"
What's going on?
When Sneijder and Regel also stepped forward, grabbed her arm tightly, and pulled her out forcefully, they finally felt something was wrong.
All the men in the room came up and started trying to drag her out of the bed, but she still kept sinking into the bed.
Don't ask what's going on, there must be a ghost in the bed.
Cheng Qianxun couldn't imagine that her body was being dragged into the bed.
"Hold on, you must hold on."
Sneijder was so anxious that he almost went crazy and hugged her tightly with his arms.
"What's in this bed?
Why is it so strong?"
Regel grabbed one of her arms and pulled it out hard.
The other arm was pulled by Harold: "It must not be the fairy godmother."
You can't drag it down, maybe you will die if you drag it into the bed.
Who knows what's inside the bed?
"It hurts."
Under the tug, Cheng Qianxun felt that the thing tightly holding her waist was about to tear her body apart.
Tears immediately burst out from the pain.
"Hold on."
Mike took out a strong The rope came up and was tied around her armpits.
Hogan tied the other end of the rope to the iron fence outside the window.
"No..."
Cheng Qianxun was in so much pain that he couldn't stop crying: "It hurts, it hurts..."
"Be patient."
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Sneijder roared: "Find a way quickly, she will be torn apart if she goes down further."
"Damn it!"
Rudolf quickly took out the pistol with salt bullets from his bag, ran to the bed and faced the humanoid figure covered with quilt sticking out from the center of the bed, and his hand was holding the quilt tightly around Cheng Qianxun's body. waist, aim and shoot calmly.
"Bang bang bang..."
With the sound of the gunshot, the salt bullets shot out, penetrated the quilt, and made countless small holes in the quilt.
The human-shaped demon twisted its body in the quilt, making a sound like the twisting of metal.
The sound was sharp and harsh, more like fingernails scratching hard on a glass plate. . .
Finally let go. . .
Cheng Qianxun felt her painful waist finally loosen up.
Sneijder immediately picked her up from the bed and took her back several steps until she leaned against the wall.
To be continued
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