"It's really poured eight lifetimes of blood mold ......"

The woman with heavy makeup, a leopard-print backless dress and a hip-hugging skirt walked barefoot in the direction of the stairs.

She looked sluggish, walking staggeringly, rubbing her temples incessantly.

"That shit Marshall, what the hell did you get drunk and get your mother drunk."

After holding on to the wall and walking up the stairs, the woman turned back and scolded the rest of the people: "A group of dog mongrels tossed the old lady all night, and they didn't even give a tip before leaving." ”

Fat Bill and Bai Ye glanced at each other, shrugged his shoulders with his hands, and used his body movements and innocent expressions to show that he couldn't understand.

The second to follow upstairs was a silent one-eyed black man, and then a young man in a shirt.

Bill walked up to Bai Ye and urged, "Let's go, go up first." ”

……

When Bai Ye came to the first floor, he found that the first floor was very dim, and he could only roughly see that this was the front hall of the house.

The woman with heavy makeup seemed to be slamming the door, smashing and scolding at the same time.

The other three were also groping around in the dark.

"Please, help turn on the lights first."

Fat Bill fumbled against the wall, seemingly looking for a light switch.

The young man in the shirt and the one-eyed black man stopped in the middle of the house, and there was a strange outline of an object in the place, as if something was being placed there.

At this moment, a burst of shocking laughter suddenly came from the direction of the roof.

Woo woo hahaha......

Woo woo hahaha......

'This voice is ......'

Bai Ye thought of the strange white Shenzi-faced puppet.

With a strange laugh, two dazzling red dots of light appeared above the roof, which were rapidly flickering and disappearing.

"Damn it! Scared me, what is that?! ”

Bill's voice came from the darkness.

The chattering drunk woman also stopped the abuse.

Everyone's eyes were drawn to the flickering red point of light on the roof.

The strange laughter stopped after a few loops, but the flashing red light continued.

"Found it."

With the faint brightness of the red light, Bill found the switch on the wall.

Let's go!

The lights are on.

……

It is a ten-square-meter vestibule, directly opposite a closed double door with the words 'This road is not passable', on the right is a wooden staircase up to the second floor, and on the left is the entrance to another room.

Bai Ye looked at the ceiling of the front hall, and immediately saw a huge iron birdcage hanging high there, and the Shenzi-faced puppet was sitting in the birdcage, his eyes flashing with red light.

The iron birdcage is suspended from the ceiling by a rope, and the other end of the rope is tied to the handrail of the staircase.

Directly below the iron birdcage, in the center of the vestibule, is a strange contraption.

The device was more than half a man tall, and at first glance it looked a bit like a scale, with a 10-minute timer on it, and a transparent container on the left and left, the one on the left that looked like a large beaker with a scale painted on it, and the one on the right was a sealed box with a black piece of iron pressed on it, and a needle lying quietly inside the box.

"Is that the antidote?"

Fat Bill leaned over to the device and pointed to the injection in the transparent box on the right.

"How can I get it?"

Bill tapped the box with his knuckles, making a 'thump' sound.

"It's glass, find something to break it!"

He turned into the room behind the hallway, and in a short time summoned a stool leg, and then slammed it down against the glass on the box.

Bang!

The glass withstood the blow steadily, leaving not even a trace on the surface.

"You're wasting your efforts, this glass is bulletproof."

The young man in the shirt on the side reminded with a desperate expression: "Those disciples will not set up difficult puzzles for us to solve, as far as I know, those deadly mechanisms cannot be solved until the tested person pays a certain price." ”

"So...... What should we do? ”

Bill stopped his thrashing and looked up blankly.

"There should be clues around here...... Yes, the clue ......"

The young man slapped his palm with his fist and began to search the front hall for clues.

"Don't bother, the clue is there."

Bai Ye spoke calmly at this time, and pointed to it with his finger.

Everyone followed the direction of his finger and saw a silver radio in the arms of the Shenzi-faced puppet in the iron cage.

The radio was exactly the same as the one on the basement steps.

"Put it down."

Bill, an activist, hurriedly walked over to untie the rope on the handrail of the staircase.

The young man in the shirt also helped out.

The two put the cage down, and Bill opened it, took out the radio in the puppet's arms, and pressed play.

"Hello! Mary, I want to play a game. ”

The eyes of the four men were all on the drunken woman who was swearing.

The thick voice on the radio continued: "Your life is a tragedy, always at the mercy of others and demanded, mercilessly, you are a prostitute//son in the mouth of the world." ”

"Especially after you become addicted to drugs, you give up your life completely, and you wander like a walking corpse between alcohol, needles and cheap motels every day."

The thick voice paused at this point, and continued:

"You need some stimulation to regain your appreciation of the preciousness of life, and the device in front of you, which I call 'The Price of Blood', consists of a beaker and a heavy soldering iron, and within ten minutes, you must fill the beaker with enough health to stop the iron from falling......"

"Trust your buddies to help you through this ordeal, just as men are happy to pick you up drunk on the side of the road."

"Live or die, let's start this game!"

As soon as the radio stops playing, the timer on the unit begins to count down.

'Huh? ’

Bai Ye glanced up at the ceiling, and sure enough, he found a camera at the top of the wall on the right.

'Someone is monitoring this place and has started the timer?' ’

……

After listening to the rules of the game, everyone present fell into a brief silence.

"Fack! I don't have time to play a child's game like yours. ”

The bewitching woman stumbled towards the main entrance of the house, turning the handle on the door, but the door did not move.

"Let me out...... Let me out......"

She leaned on the door and thumped hard.

"Wait, this ...... What to do? This piece of iron keeps falling! ”

Bill knelt in front of the glass case, noticing that the iron on top of the box was slowly sliding down as soon as the timer began to count.

After ten minutes, if the iron does not stop sliding, the antidote in the glass case will definitely be crushed by it.

……