"I should have thought of it." Nan'an kept inhaling.

The feeling of being given a death notice made her very uncomfortable, as if she had been drained of her motivation to survive in an instant, and she didn't even want to move, she just wanted to wait for death to come silently.

"It's too obvious, am I the only actor who has been recruited? The rest of the actors shouldn't fall for this kind of scheme. ”

"There's still half an hour, and there's no way I'm going to find a contract." Nan'an propped his hands on the ground, tears dripping to the ground.

"In that case, let's go down and see what's there."

After saying that, Nan'an stood up, she didn't wipe her tears, but ran down, no matter what was there, Nan'an had to take a look.

Since Quanyun Apartment has set a time limit, it also means that she will not die within half an hour.

If nothing was found in the remaining half an hour, Nan'an also thought about what he should do.

That is to end one's own life early.

From the situation when the cat died, it can be known that the existence of trading with Quanyun Apartment also has its own requirements, no matter what the requirements, a living person is more valuable than a dead person.

This kind of thing can be understood as a kill when buying fish.

……

Hanama opens the elevator door and exits the elevator.

After exiting the elevator, he fell to his knees, the wound behind him already torn, which made him very uncomfortable.

Looking at the photo of a place, Hanama's heart felt sour, and he thought of his experience of being played with in the photo.

He stood up, took two deep breaths, and walked up the stairs.

Although the elevator is convenient, he will definitely not take it now.

Stepping up the stairs, soon Hanama came to the second floor, and he needed to find room by room.

For Nan'an, who lacked time, this was quite fatal.

"Hopefully Nan'an will hold out until I find a contract." Hanama walked towards the room by the wall.

The first room is room 200, and the door is open, which saves a lot of time in the flower room.

Before he walked into the door, he found one thing, that is, the house number had changed, not that the room could not correspond to the corresponding house number, but that 200 had become 0200, an extra number.

"In other words, Quanyun Apartment is about to update itself." Hanama said.

He knew what that meant, assuming that the contract was indeed hidden in the room, then after the Quanyun apartment became a high-rise building, the chances of the actor being able to find the contract would be reduced again because there were more rooms.

Hanama, who realized that time was passing, didn't put his mind on it, and he rummaged through the room.

It was an empty room, with only a handful of places to hide things.

Beds, underbeds, desks, kitchens and toilets were searched and found nothing.

The flower room left the room without staying too long.

He mentally calculated the time, and it took him nearly a minute, and it was only an empty room, and if there were any occupants who had lived in it, I was afraid it would have taken a lot more time.

No, it's too slow.

Hanama said in his heart.

He stood in the middle of the hallway, looking at the other end, where there were several more of the same path.

It stands to reason that the investigation of room by room will definitely be fruitful, the problem is that the sense of crisis in his heart is getting stronger and stronger, although he can't say the reason, but something bad must have happened.

Looking for them one by one, there is definitely not enough time.

Then look for a special room first......

Flowers make this choice.

He walked into Room 0201, where the sarcophagus in the center caught his eye.

Hanama stroked the sarcophagus, he was looking for a mechanism or something, if not, Hanama thought that he would probably not be able to open the sarcophagus, because his injuries no longer allowed him to do so, and besides, he didn't have the right tools.

"Hiding inside?"

"What's inside the sarcophagus?"

Hanama said two words, and his voice echoed through the room.

Suddenly, the sarcophagus suddenly moved, making a dull sound, and then, slowly moving away.

Hanama took a step back and distanced herself a bit.

When the sarcophagus was halfway opened, Hanama saw clearly what was lying in the coffin, it was a zombie, a zombie from the Qing Dynasty.

The head is wearing a plain gold crown, the blue-black face is full of death, the forehead is pasted with a yellow charm, the body is wearing a five-python four-clawed python robe, and there is an emu on the chest.

For some reason, there was not a trace of wind in the room, but the charm on the zombie's face kept flicking, as if it was about to break away from the zombie's face.

Hanama's eyes changed, and he took a step forward while extending his right hand.

He held down the yellow charm attached to the zombie's forehead, and suddenly, the zombie in the sarcophagus raised his hands straight, his mouth slightly open, and his mouth flashed with a blue light that made his back feel cold.

In the face of the changes of the zombies, Hanama did not panic.

Some people panic when they encounter danger, but there are others who, instead of panicking, act calmer than usual.

He swerved sideways, avoiding the zombie's straight arms and glowing mouth.

After a three-second stalemate, the zombie slowly closed its mouth and lowered its hand, and the sarcophagus made a dull sound before it began to close.

It wasn't until the sarcophagus touched his hand that Hanama let go of his hand.

Just as the sarcophagus was about to close, an idea flashed through his mind.

Inside the mouth, will there be something?

Hanama thought to herself.

The cyan light blocked his vision, preventing him from seeing what was happening in the zombie's mouth.

At the moment when the sarcophagus was about to close, Hanama blocked the gap in the sarcophagus with the handle of the lock-picking tool he carried with him.

Soon, the sarcophagus opened again, and the same image appeared in Hanama's eyes again, this time, Hanama pressed the yellow charm on the zombie's forehead in advance.

The zombie's hand was raised straight, its mouth was wide open, and the cyan light lit up in the room, making Hanama's face a little more eerie.

Hanama plunged his right hand into the zombie's mouth, paying attention to the severity of his movements to prevent himself from touching the zombie's fangs and becoming infected with the corpse poison.

In his understanding, the scary place of zombies has never been a giant force.

Soon, a unique texture came from the fingers of the flowers.

It's paper!

Hanama thought to herself as she pulled out a scroll-shaped piece of paper from the zombie's mouth.

What he didn't expect was that after the paper was pulled out, green poisonous gas emanated from the zombie's mouth, and of course Hanama knew what it meant, but he could only continue to hold on for now.

Once the zombie in the sarcophagus comes back to life, there is absolutely no chance that he will survive.

It wasn't daytime, and he didn't have a peachwood sword or glutinous rice by his side.

At the last moment, the sarcophagus was finally closed smoothly, and Hanama looked at the closed sarcophagus and breathed a sigh of relief.

A feeling of dizziness almost made him unsteady on his feet, but fortunately the sarcophagus beside him could provide support.

After a short period of time, the dizziness did not go away, but subsided slightly.

"This is ......" Hanama raised his right hand holding the scroll, the tip of his middle finger had begun to blacken, he took his finger in front of him, only to find that his middle finger had a small opening, as if it had been pricked by a needle.

Because the pain in the back was so intense, this small wound did not attract attention at all.

The flower opened the scroll, and with a clang, a thin needle fell on the sarcophagus.

His face changed, he swallowed, and then he fixed his gaze on the open paper.

The name on it, Hanama has never seen it, but in the photo, Hanama has seen it, and it is a golden gold that has died before the first day.

"Contract!" Hanama smiled bitterly.