As a result, Sneijder is also tired.
After collecting the cards and sorting them out a little, everyone lay down and took a nap.
It was considered peaceful.
By two o'clock in the afternoon, nothing had happened.
If you are hungry, you can grab something to eat first.
I had enough to eat, and I was tired of it.
Cheng Qianxun saw Reger holding a sausage, so he asked him to give it to her and chew it slowly to pass the time.
"It's been too long," Harold said a little bored.
"Stop complaining."
Cheng Qianxun nibbled slowly with her front teeth.
Of course she felt bored, but she couldn't say that, otherwise that so-and-so would give them a little excitement: "We can do this now, completely It’s the kindness of the wise and great Satan.
Think about it, if we ran out of food at the beginning, we might be so hungry that our eyes are green.”
"Then Mike's arm can be removed now."
Rudolph took the knife and whittled the wooden stick he had handy.
"How to eat it, raw?"
Hogan found a straw stick and hung it in his mouth, leaning his back against the wall of the corridor.
"This is the only way to eat it."
Rudolf looked around: "There should be enough wood here.
If you can make a fire through the wood, you can roast it and eat it."
When they are hungry, several people gather around a fire with hungry eyes, and what is roasting on the fire is a person's arm.
This situation may be more terrifying than a horror movie.
At this time, the situation was indeed extremely lucky.
At that time, in the zombie layer, when not in the house, there might be danger outside every minute.
Now it's exactly the opposite situation, you can't go outside the house, and there is a murderous intention hidden inside the house.
Maybe it was too calm.
When Sneijder woke up, the first thing he asked when he got out of the quilt was: "What time is it?"
"About half past two."
Reger replied.
He also followed Cheng Qianxun's example and gnawed on the sausage bit by bit: "Let's sleep a little longer if we can."
"I'm not going to sleep anymore."
Sneijder got up and looked at everyone's bored appearance.
He shook his head repeatedly: "It can't be like this."
"Then what should we do?"
Regel asked calmly: "Are you doing a striptease to show to Satan like before?"
Hogan and Harold immediately stared, making Cheng Qianxun a little embarrassed.
After thinking for a while, she said: "How about playing a guessing game?"
"When we think about it, Satan laughs."
Sneijder said he disagreed.
This sentence was originally "When humans think, God laughs."
He changed it.
"At least we can have fun guessing."
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while and said, "I'll go first.
Xiao Ming was thrown from a 13-story building.
Why is it okay?"
"Come here."
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Rudolf's country should be the closest, so he knew it somewhat, and he started to look down upon him: "Your country is specialized in this kind of problem where the brain has been shot.
Why is there water in a pool, and how long does it take to keep it open?"
Full.
And math questions often use Wang Xiaoming and Xiao Ming as the character’s name.”
"Oh, tell me, why?"
Cheng Qianxun asked with a smile.
"I know," Rudolf said impatiently, "Because Xiao Ming is a lunch box, and of course it's okay if it's an empty lunch box."
"Lunchbox" and other people's expressions were a little weird.
The answer, of course, is the lunch box, Rudolph must have heard it.
But it can't be like this, otherwise it will be boring.
Cheng Qianxun pretended to be arrogant and said: "No, guess again."
Now Rudolph was a little confused.
Has the answer changed?
"Because Xiao Ming is carrying a parachute" Harold's answer is in line with normal thinking logic.
"No" Cheng Qianxun responded.
"If it's not a lunch box, it's something else.
Anyway, it's not a human being."
Rudolph replied.
"Wrong, Xiao Ming is a human being."
Cheng Qianxun did not dare to drag him down anymore.
With their IQ, they could quickly guess: "Because he was thrown from the bottom of a 13-story building."
"Word play" Harold laughed: "Add two words to the blank spot of the sentence, and it means a completely different meaning."
"Okay, let me ask again, Xiao Ming was thrown from the 13th floor.
This time it was really the 13th floor.
Why?"
Cheng Qianxun asked with a smile.
"For what?"
Hogan stared, and then suddenly realized: "It must be murder, or owing loan sharks, or being killed by mistake.
It must be" Cheng Qianxun suppressed a smile and said: "Wrong, because this building does not have a 14th floor, so I threw it from the 13th floor."
"This is also called the answer."
Most people's mouths almost dropped.
"It's all a stupid problem in your country."
Rudolf sneered, and he immediately asked: "Okay, let me ask you, what will happen to Xiao Ming if he really falls from the 13th floor?"
Others were in a daze and asked uncertainly from time to time: "Xiao Ming is not a lunch box" and "Xiao Ming didn't bring a parachute."
Reger scratched his scalp and said irritably: "What else can we do?
He will die if he is a human being."
"That's right," Rudolf replied sternly: "The correct answer is that Xiao Ming became a dead person.
It's ridiculous that you are still thinking about such a simple answer."
Cheng Qianxun laughed and saw everyone smiling bitterly, so he asked: "Then the last question is, everyone knows that Xiao Ming was thrown downstairs, but he can't be found.
Why is that?"
Why, had the body been disposed of?
At this time, no one felt that they could answer it correctly.
"Okay, just tell me why."
Rudolph actually didn't know the answer.
Only the devil knew the answer to this kind of question.
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Cheng Qianxun tried his best to hold back his laughter and replied seriously: "Because everyone has forgotten that Xiao Ming is a lunch box."
After going around in a circle and back again, it's hard not to laugh now.
After working on it for a long time, Xiao Ming still had a lunch box.
"I'm really impressed by your country.
I just use this idea all day long."
Sneijder smiled and shook his head.
"Don't say it, this ghost is just smart..."
Regel was about to say that Cheng Qianxun in the zombie layer used this trick to deal with the devil and let Sneijder get his body.
He immediately realized that this was not the right time to say this, so He changed his words and said: "Maybe it can be used here, wasn't the wax man like this yesterday?"
Of course Cheng Qianxun could hear it.
Although they had not known each other for a long time in total, they got to know each other's nature and temper every day.
She smiled slightly: "That's also luck.
Maybe the great Satan wants us to find out the rules and develop our intelligence."
If you want to survive, you have to praise your superiors more.
Otherwise, someone might look displeased and send something down, which will kill you and lead to elimination.
"Let's play cards."
Sneijder climbed up and looked for cards.
I really have nothing to do, so let’s play cards.
Let’s talk about it later, otherwise the higher-ups will not be satisfied if they just sit there and stare.
Only four of the six people can fight, and the other two need to wait.
After drawing lots, the four of them settled down and sat down to shuffle the cards.
Reger touched the cards and said: "We don't want history to repeat itself.
As soon as I touched the cards, there was no one around me.
That's quite scary."
"Stop talking."
Sneijder touched the cards and inserted the cards he touched into the already drawn cards: "I still feel scared.
It's so real.
Even if I tell myself over and over again, it's all an illusion. , but I still couldn't help but think about how dangerous it was.
When I woke up, I found myself standing at the door and almost turned around and ran for my life."
"Maybe Mike is like this too."
Cheng Qianxun touched the card.
"He has the most reason to run away."
Harold, who was not drawn during the lottery, sat next to him and analyzed: "For example, if you meet someone on the road, you are also a gangster, and you meet your enemy.
Sneijder can meet his enemies, let alone him ” This is why Mike turned around and ran away, but he was still calling others as he ran away.
Maybe he was calling them, maybe he was calling his brother, but none of this was known.
Because Mike is dead, the body is gone.
It's really strange when you think about it.
It seems like your dead teammates suddenly become far away, and sometimes it feels like they died just now.
This may be because under catastrophic disasters, if you experience it too much, your feelings will become numb, and eventually you will become accustomed to it.
After playing a few times, the clock downstairs rang again, and it was three o'clock.
Everyone stopped playing for the time being, sitting with cards in their hands and waiting.
Regardless of whether there is a haunting next, pay attention whenever possible.
Time passes minute by minute, and this is the most uncomfortable time.
It is as quiet as in a cemetery.
There is mist on the ground and you can't see the ground.
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You can only see crosses of different sizes standing on the ground. night cemetery.
Only the bells are ringing one after another, which feels like a death knell.
After a while, I don't know who breathed a sigh of relief first, and then others also breathed a sigh of relief.
I can feel comfortable for another hour "Okay, let's play the card.
It was two fives just now.
Regel, do you want it?"
Sneijder pointed at the card.
"Two sevens" Reger followed, and Hogan was next.
Everyone waited, but Hogan didn't play his cards, nor did he say no.
"Hey, it's your turn" Regel reminded.
But Hogan just sat, sitting a little strangely.
It's better to say sitting than leaning.
The body leaned back, and there seemed to be something supporting it behind him, like the back of a chair.
And he still looked around with a little confusion, looking left and right.
Everyone stared blankly at Hogan, who was a little strange.
Rudolph immediately dropped his cards and jumped up: "This time it's him."
Reger, who was sitting next to Hogan, stretched out his hand and tried to grab Hogan, but his hand passed through Hogan's body.
I tried it on his head again and it still went through.
Everyone suddenly took a breath of cold air.
Reger looked at everyone: "What should we do now?"
"There is no way" Cheng Qianxun said with a bit of sadness: "He can only deal with the matter alone.
No one can help him.
The only one who can save him is himself."
"I hope he can do it."
Sneijder was still a bit lucky: "I told him everything about the process.
I hope it will be helpful to him."
Yes, Sneijder made it through, now let’s see if Hogan can do it too.
At this time, the cards fell from Hogan's hand one after another.
He looked down at his hand, as if something was on his hand, and his hand shrank with the ball.
He must have entered some scene.
Then he stood up and his whole appearance changed.
Even his mouth was a little protruding, as if he had thick chewing gum stuck to his teeth. rs: