Tatami knew he might be in the wrong place

This room seems to be the best room in the whole hotel, the whole room is pink and red as the theme, and the photo of the two kissing at the head of the bed is easy to dry people.

"I'll wash first, you wait here, you can't escape like this." Before Tatami could speak, the god Split Fire Weave opened his mouth first. After saying that, without waiting for Tatami to reply, he entered the only bathroom in the room.

The bathroom door is translucent, although not transparent enough to be able to see the people inside, but the semi-blurred visual impact is no weaker than full transparency, and the graceful girls inside are taking off their clothes one by one, without noticing the strangeness of the glass.

Swallowing a little saliva, Tatami looked at the hotel, which was similar to Poseidon B&B, but more luxurious than it, and tried to distract himself.

The room is on the first floor, and it is the best room in this hotel, both the decoration and the visual effect are first-class, although it is a wooden room, it has very formal fire prevention facilities.

In order to prevent the invasion of sea sand and moisture, there is a space with a height of 70 centimeters under the floor. It's a bit like a shrine with a high floor.

And Tatami didn't know that there was another person under the red-carpeted floor.

“…… Lord Angel, Lord Angel. ”

This is a skinny middle-aged man who looks extremely unhealthy. But his voice was as sharp as the schoolboy he had before he changed his voice. Such a neutral voice echoed in the darkness, with an air of madness.

“…… Angels, Angels, please listen to me," you can hear the sound of nails scraping on a wooden board.

In fact, the man is desperate. He didn't hide in such a place of his own volition. He wanted to go to his former companions, but he didn't expect the police to act even faster than he expected, leaving him trapped in this place.

"Lord Angel, please listen to me, Lord Angel!" But there was no fugitive's uneasiness or fear on the man's face.

He held a strangely shaped knife in his right hand and a battered wooden board about the size of a notebook in his left.

Titicaca...... The tip of the knife kept scratching the board, and the man watched with pleasure.

"Lord Angel, how can I escape the police and find my companion?"

Titicaca...... As if answering his question, his right hand moved on its own, and it had nothing to do with the person's will. The man stared straight at the tip of the knife. The scars on the wooden board were all words carved out of a knife. These are the instructions of the angels.

"Angel, do you mean that you will help me as long as I offer another sacrifice?"

Titicaca...... This man is always living according to the instructions of the word. The angels are always right. As long as you follow the instructions of the angels, there will be no mistakes. But sometimes the angels make uncomfortable requests. Under the instructions of the angels, he had already killed twenty-eight people.

"Lord Angel, Lord Angel, what do you think of this girl as the sacrifice?"

Titicaca...... The knife carved the word "YES" on the wooden board. His face darkened. It's going to kill again, it's nasty. I really don't want to kill. But if you don't do it, you can't do it, it's the angel's command, it's not my fault.

"Lord Angel, I will believe you today." The man spoke, sticking out his thick, short tongue and licking it at the oddly shaped knife.

This person is the escaped death row prisoner Kamisaku Hino. He used a knife to cut an extremely thick cable under the floor.

In an instant, all the lights were gone.

"Hey, the yarn" Tatamy, who was admiring the philosophical caricature that he had inadvertently dug out in a drawer, suddenly sighed a little unpleasantly.

Although his evil king's true eyes can see without relying on lights, the most unhappy thing for him is the power outage, because he paid a full 20,000 yen, although 20,000 yen is nothing to him, but no matter how small a mosquito is, it is a piece of meat, isn't it?

"Tatami, what's going on?" The voice of the god Cracked Fire Weaving, who was bathing in the bathroom, came out, and his tone was full of doubt, probably thinking that Tatami was joking with her.

"It's nothing, it's just that the power is out, you go ahead and wash yours, anyway, for you saints, the darkness doesn't have any effect, I'll go to the boss and ask." Throwing the comics into a drawer, Tatami got up from his chair and was about to head out.

Rustling......

At that moment, under the floor at Tatami's feet, there was the sound of wooden planks being gently scraped.

Syllable! At that moment, a meniscus-shaped blade pierced through the floor beneath his feet, and it was seen that the location was exactly where Tatami had placed his feet just now.

If it weren't for Tatami's plan to go out and ask his boss about the power outage, I'm afraid Tatami's soles would have suffered.

It is a long, slender meniscus blade about 30 centimeters long. But the sharp side is not on the outside but on the inside, so it's more like a scythe or an iron claw than a short knife.

There was a creaking sound, and the blade shook slightly back and forth, then gradually sank under the floor as if it had never existed, except for the hole where the blade had been inserted.

Look into the depths of darkness through a small hole in the floor. What Tatami saw was bloodshot and rotting like a swamp of decay, as if peeking into the room through a keyhole, staring at Tatami in the dark...... A crazy eyeball.

Without the slightest hesitation, Tatami's eyes flashed with gold, and he quickly pulled out the fruit knife next to him and inserted it through the hole.

Demon Knife Village had already been relieved by him when he fell into the dry well, and Tatami now regretted that he had lifted it at that time, otherwise inserting a Tai Knife at this time would be more effective than a fruit knife.

After the fruit knife was inserted, there was no movement, as if the person inside was dead, and the only sound in the whole room was the sound of the water in the bath.

Syllable!

The floor suddenly cracked open, and a hand reached out from under the floor and grabbed Tatami's ankle, and Tatami couldn't dodge it, and was immediately caught.

"What the hell!" Tatami was obviously a little stunned when he was caught by something that didn't know if it was human, but he quickly reacted, pulled out the fruit knife stuck in the ground, and stabbed it in the hand.

That's when Tatami saw the hand.

The hand that grabbed his ankle had some of its nails cracked, some of its nails peeled off, and some of its nails were stained with clotted black blood clots. The fingers were bruised-black, and there was a sizable scar on the back of the hand, and the bloody scabs seemed to be peeled off again and again, and disgusting black flesh was turned out of the wound entirely.

It looked like a rancid fruit spilling clear slime, like a dead man infected by a mysterious murderous germ, and Tatami's fruit knife was stuck right in the scar.

"! Resident Evil? The way to survive? Or is it the Apocalypse of the Academy? The moment he saw this hand, Tatami felt that he and Sister Misaka's tens of thousands of brains were not enough, could it be that he crossed again?

The hand ached, and quickly let go of Tatami's ankle, retracting under the floor with the fruit knife on the back of his hand.

Tatamy, who had been freed, ignored the previous warning of the god Split Fire Weaving, kicked open the bathroom door, and rushed in.

"God cracks, God cracks! Resident Evil has erupted! Let's run away! ”

It's inside.

Right in front of the eyes of the panicked Tatami

The indescribable crack of the gods stood there.

The Divine Crack Fire Weave was naked, and she was wiping with a towel with seven knives in both hands, and Miao Yan's posture, which was faintly red from the hot water, was full of temptation, and she maintained this posture, as if time had stopped.

If the god cracked fire weaving was angry or blushing to cover it, it would be nothing, but there was no expression on her face at all, and she didn't even intend to hide it.

Probably not wanting the filth on Tatami's body to desecrate her Seven Days and Seven Swords, Kami Cracked Fire reached out and picked up the wooden basin next to her and threw it at Tatami at the speed of a bullet.

PS: Three more words, ask for tickets, ask for collections, ask for calls or ask for Q coins, and the phone bill is harmonious