"We shouldn't have gone to the wrong place..."Shao Zeyang looked at the red bricks in a daze, his teeth trembled a little, and his back was cold. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Behind the iron gate, there was supposed to be a noisy and lit hall, and beautiful staff in red vests stood at the door, greeting them with smiles and asking them if they were having fun.

Wu Yu will roll his eyes widely, find the girl who sent them in, and question him fiercely, of course, if Yuan Rong doesn't mind, he will also leave that girl's QQ by the way.

But all this is now only a fantasy, and this fantasy is shattered by the slabs behind the iron door, like a goblet of red wine, falling from the stairs and falling on the concrete floor, the shattered glass slag shattering to the ground, and the blood-red wine covering the white shards with the last color.

Wu Yu opened his mouth and smiled hard, "Maybe this door is separate from the outside door, don't worry, I'll treat you when you go out at night." There is also a small treasury of 2,000 yuan, which was originally intended to buy a birthday gift for Rong'er, but this time forget it, I will save her gift money. ”

"Old Wu, you're not afraid that Rong'er will kill you." Shao Zeyang understands what Wu Yu means, although there is little hope, but it is the only straw when drowning, do you catch it or not?

"Okay, Lao Wu tonight, I will definitely eat you." Dong Yue, who had not spoken, finally spoke. His face was as calm as if there was no evening breeze blowing on the surface of the lake, so he looked like the calmest of the few people, as if this matter had no effect on him.

Yuan Rong doesn't care about birthday gifts anymore, that kind of thing is just a burst of interest, and then it will be thrown into a corner that he can't find.

"Wu Yu, I'm a little cold." When this sentence is spoken, it seems to represent the voices of countless people. This kind of cold is not the cold outside, but the cold heart, the kind of cold that is like ashes before death, the temperature will flow out of the breath little by little, and it can't grasp the slightest bit of heat.

"It's fine." Wu Yu smiled, hugged her in his arms, and let his body temperature pass through the thin short-sleeved T-shirt to Yuan Rong's body, "Think about what you want to eat when you go out, let's go together." ”

Everyone understands that this is just a hypnosis, and that this hypnosis, this illusion, may not last long at all, it only takes two hours for it to shatter. Hope will disappear completely, and the reason why they are still here to comfort each other is just because they still want to numb themselves, and this is just a game item.

Some people compare time to sand in your hand, even if you hold it tightly, it will slip away silently, but the only difference is that when your hand is tight, it will flow slowly.

In the room full of fishy smell, all that was left was the sound of breathing, seven people squatted by the wall, Wu Yu hugged Yuan Rong, and his eyes were always hovering on the digital watch on his wrist, intentionally or unintentionally.

Time jumped and his nerves jumped with him 7,200 times. The number was reset to zero, and his heart lifted, looking at the door, hoping that it would open slowly, with that piercing sound, the waiter's beautiful face was behind the door, and the red tight-fitting costume outlined the perfect figure.

He would have rushed up to hug the staff member and even kissed her on the face and said, "Congratulations on seeing each other again." Then turn back and curry favor with Yuan Rong, who was angry.

But the door was still so quiet, as if it didn't exist, he didn't say anything, or no one else said it.

"Rong'er." Wu Yu patted Yuan Rong on the back, "Take out your pamphlet and take a look." ”

"Oh." Nodding obediently, he took out the instruction manual that was already a little wrinkled from the pocket of his jacket, and the other themes were so bright except where they were.

The booklet is not very thick, only seven or eight pages long. Wu Yu looked at it several times, but he never saw anything. Just as he was about to give up, the last page of the booklet lifted slightly.

Wu Yu frowned, and under Yuan Rong's gaze, he carefully picked up the upturned page and slowly tore it apart.

Under the torn pages, it was not white grass and wood pulp, but pitch black. Seeing Wu Yu's movements, the five people who were squatting on the side all came over, and the seven heads were pressed together.

The booklet is folded together, not smashed together with a stapler. Wu Yu spread it out, and the entire page was completely torn off, and the blood-red and black picture filled the entire pupil.

It's a map, tall towers, towering over the top of the world. Each layer is so clear, the longitudinal picture, the black dragon on the tower pillar, and the five-fingered claws are deeply imprinted in it.

"What is this?" Shao Zeyang tilted his head sideways and looked at the black giant tower.

Wu Yu didn't speak, but pointed to the five blood-colored characters written on the top, the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing - the Tower of Heaven.

A few people looked at it for a long time, and they didn't find any useful information from this map, but the only thing they knew, but at the same time they didn't dare to say it, they really couldn't get out...

Wu Yu carefully put away the map, he believed that this map would definitely be useful in the future. And even if it's useless, it won't be a burden to bring an extra piece of paper.

The torn pages are a different picture. A man was draped in a pitch-black cloak, and his hands were slender and rounded with wide sleeves.

And beside him, there is no clear picture like before, but dense text. Wu Yu's gaze swept over, all he was looking for was information that was useful to himself.

Finally, at the bottom of the page, he saw the words hell.

"Welcome to hell." Before he could look at it, the person on the side of the page actually spoke. Everyone was stunned for a moment, their legs and feet were a little weak, and they half-knelt on the ground, looking at the faceless person on the paper.

"Congratulations on choosing the most fun game. I'm sure you'll love it. The eerie laughter of the people under the black robes was laughing to themselves, not caring at all what the seven people thought.

"Everyone likes to tear up famous brands, in fact, I like it too." The black-robed man trembled, as if he was laughing, "Especially the feeling of being intertwined with life, it really feels exciting." ”

"Hey!" Shao Zeyang raised his courage and shouted, "How can we get out!" ”

The black-robed man didn't explain, but said to himself, "I believe everyone has seen the map, the Tower of Babel has a total of ten floors, and the first layer where you are located is called hell by everyone. But I want to congratulate you all that where you are, it's a hell within a hell. ”

"I don't know what you have learned about history, but the place called hell in World War II is the ground under your feet. There is no source at all, I hope you like it. ”

"At the same time, I hope everyone will be able to escape. But before you do, you may have to beat me. I'll be waiting for you at the top of the tower, Boom..."

The man in black on the page trembled, and pitch-black flames jumped from the center of the paper. Wu Yu hurriedly threw it, and in mid-air, the entire piece of paper turned into ashes.