To go up or not to go up, that is a headache question.
Sooner or later, she would have to go up there.
Cheng Qianxun made a suggestion: "Why don't we go up there tomorrow morning and have a look?"
She didn't want to go up there at night.
If the female ghost was still there, she would scare people to death.
Her words must have played into the hands of many people.
If you go up now, even if the female ghost is no longer there, you might see a room full of corpses of different sizes.
Even if there is resistance, no one wants to deliberately disgust themselves, but Mike still looks fearless: "Then you all stay here, I will go up alone."
Seeing Mike looking around with his head held high in an exaggerated manner, and then walking up the stairs step by step, Cheng Qianxun said softly: "Even if you are scared to death, you can't be a coward."
Rudolf raised his eyebrows: "Otherwise Bassong is the best example."
Now each level of the game relies not only on physical strength, endurance, and ability; courage and personal behavior are also involved.
Each level is like Satan's arena.
Seeing them desperately trying to survive inside, they must come out brilliantly.
Even if you don't show off to Satan, you still have to live a colorful life.
Like Bassong, who was scared out of his wits from the beginning and hid under the quilt without even daring to show his head.
It was reasonable for him to be eliminated first.
So everyone followed Mike upstairs, but once the haze of terror was lifted, it seemed to have penetrated into every place, including everyone's bones.
Seeing how brave Mike was walking in front, Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but feel a little ashamed of his timidity.
Regel was holding her hand next to her, and the other hand was in Sneijder's.
Sneed paused briefly and glanced at her.
She looked along and saw that Mike's legs were trembling slightly every time he stepped up, and she immediately laughed.
It turns out that Mike is also scared, but he just pretends to be fearless.
Finally reaching the door, it can be said that I mustered up the courage to look inside.
There was no blood, no imaginary corpses, the female ghost was not in it, and Basong was not in it either.
Hogan pushed aside the person at the door and walked in.
He looked around, pulled up the quilt one by one and checked, but Basong was not inside.
The four bags were still in their original places, untouched at all.
Everything was there except the people.
Everyone walked in, Rudolf picked up the bag containing the weapons and handed it to Regel, and gave Sneijder a backpack with a bag of food.
Of the other two bags, I carried one myself and gave the other to Harold.
"Where are the people?
Where have they gone?"
Hogan looked at everyone in confusion, but no one knew what was going on.
"She was probably dragged out by a female ghost."
Mike walked to the window sill and took a deep breath before sticking his head out.
"Farewell" Cheng Qianxun shouted anxiously.
Mike had already put his head out, looked at it and then retracted: "No, not even a ghost."
Cheng Qianxun walked over and warned: "Don't do this, aren't you afraid that if you stick your head out, you won't be able to pull it back?"
"A lot of horror movies show you sticking your head out of the window," Sneijder said, swiping his palm across his neck.
Mike's face changed slightly, but he still insisted: "Isn't my head in good condition?"
"It's too late to wait."
Cheng Qianxun walked to the floor and started folding quilts and mattresses: "I definitely won't be able to sleep here tonight."
"Then where to go?"
Regel put his backpack on his shoulders and came to help: "Go to other rooms."
"It doesn't matter where you go."
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Harold picked up the silver knife he just threw from the ground: "Or go to the hall."
"The lobby" Mike smiled bitterly: "There is a restaurant next to it, maybe in the middle of the night..."
Cheng Qianxun was so frightened that he immediately interrupted Mike: "Stop talking."
"Oh, you're scared."
Mike put his hands in his trouser pockets and shook one foot like a gangster.
In fact, he was a gangster.
"I'm afraid that you will give the ghosts a heads up on how to deal with us next."
Cheng Qianxun picked up a quilt, stood up, and walked to Mike: "Take it."
It's indeed possible, and if Satan decides to let the wax men deal with them first, there's no telling what might happen.
But Mike was not someone who just obeyed his orders.
He still put his hands in his trouser pockets: "I don't need it."
"You don't need it, but others may need it.
Do you want to take it or not?"
Seeing that Mike was still standing by with his hands in his hands, he didn't want to quarrel with him anymore.
He turned to face his teammates and said, "Who can help me get the quilt?"
There is a ghost that can create wind and snow, which will make the temperature very low.
There are no warm clothes or mountaineering clothes here."
It turned out that it was not his teammate, but the nearest Harold who took the quilt and held it in his hands.
Cheng Qianxun returned to the ground floor and continued to make the bed with her three teammates.
Sneijder joked while sorting it out: "I remember a movie where a person went to a haunted hotel to stay, and finally ended up in a room where everyone died.
The temperature suddenly became extremely cold, and it was like a ghost.
Cold storage."
"You must bring the quilt with you."
Reger also agreed, with a smile on his lips: "You can take it if you don't want to, but it will only be used by those who take the quilt later, and those who don't take it will freeze."
"Can't you just take it and build it myself?"
Mike finally took his hands out of his trouser pockets, walked to his own floor angrily, squatted down and folded them.
But he obviously doesn't do housework.
At least he probably never folds the quilts, just piles them up randomly.
"You're at your level."
Even Harold couldn't stand it anymore.
He walked over and pushed Mike away: "Have you never joined the army?
If the quilt is folded like this and you still don't get kicked by the instructor, you will be punished in the playground.
Run ten laps.”
Despite his height, Harold folded the quilt neatly and vigorously, even more angularly than Cheng Qianxun.
Mike muttered: "The army is recruiting, and those with criminal records are not accepted."
Harold turned his head and rolled his eyes.
After folding the quilt on the ground into a square shape, he picked up his own portion and suddenly said: "Scum."
"Scumbag" Mike's anger suddenly ignited.
If he hadn't been a match for Harold, he might have pounced on him and beat him up.
"Yes, scum."
Harold didn't even intend to look at Mike: "You bed bugs living in the sewers, you live in groups just to do bad things, and your life is superfluous.
You should thank me for taking care of big cases." , otherwise I’ll beat you one by one until you don’t even know your mother, and then throw you into prison to figure out how to behave.”
"That's nice to say."
Mike wiped his nose with the back of his hand, looking furious but having to suppress it, pointing at Harold, even the way he pointed was so unruly.
He said with a hint of sinisterness: "Listen to me, Batman, if you are born in a home where your father is an alcoholic and your mother sells fans, and there are seven or eight brothers and sisters around you.
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Every day the house is in a mess and diapers are distributed.
The family has no money to feed you because you either smoke or drink alcohol, and you have no choice but to go to school and hang out with a group of brothers.
If you don't do this, you will starve to death, along with your family.
My brothers and sisters starved to death together.”
Mike became more and more excited as he spoke, and his eyes became red: "Yes, we are bedbugs, because we have a damn bedbug father and a bedbug mother, and you, sir, will never be born into such a family.
Yours My father might be a lawyer, a doctor, A policeman; at worst, he is a worker or something.
Is it entirely my fault that I am like this?
If I am wrong, it is because the angel threw me down with his eyes closed and threw me into this kind of family.
Forget it, I was born just to be a bed bug."
Harold said nothing, hugged the quilt, and walked out of the door alone.
At this time, the room was silent.
Cheng Qianxun walked over and said softly to Mike: "No one can control his own birth.
You have had a hard life, but you have grown up after all, and you can be successful in the future.
More choices.
If you can get out alive, you can maybe try to do something else so that your siblings and brothers don’t have to worry about it all day long, right?"
Mike sniffed, cheered up, and said gratefully: "Thank you."
Cheng Qianxun smiled and walked out of the door, while Regel behind him patted Mike's shoulder encouragingly and followed him out, followed by Sneijder.
Harold was standing in the corridor, and Cheng Qianxun walked up to him and said softly: "Don't blame Mike, his previous life was beyond his control.
What kind of environment often leads to what kind of people come out.
He Although he is an impulsive person, he cannot receive a good education.
I believe he still has good qualities and is not a heinous person in the true sense. " Harold turned around, with a little emotion on his resolute and expressionless face: "He is right, my father is a policeman.
So I have wanted to be a policeman since I was a child, wearing a police uniform like my father, Driving a police car to look for bad guys on every street.
As a result, after only a few years of working as a police officer, he was sent to study to become an Interpol, and the police uniform was taken off. " Apparently Harold recognized what Mike said.
Cheng Qianxun smiled with relief and looked around at Regel and Sneijder who were following him.
Reger lightly hit Harold on the shoulder with his fist: "Then don't be too harsh on that kid.
We are all teammates, right?"
Harold smiled slightly and took a deep breath: "Yes."
And the people in the room also walked out.
Hogan couldn't find Basong, so he could only pick up his own quilt and follow everyone to the corridor.
The corridor on the second floor is a long one, with the stairs in the middle.
"Dong dong..."
The courageous Mike closed the door on the opposite side, and Rudolph also closed the door on this side.
The quilt was temporarily placed on the carpet in the corridor.
Sneijder looked at the quilt and thought for a moment: "Everyone sit back to back in a circle and call out whenever something happens."
It was a good idea.
The corridor could accommodate two people sitting side by side at the same time, so we laid out two of them, and then everyone put one on their bodies and sat back to back.
To be continued: