Chapter 7 There is a specialization in the art industry

After a short period of getting along and communicating, the few people from Lou also became familiar with each other, and in this strange and dangerous world, their hearts finally warmed up a little under fear.

"Teacher Zhou." A few of them hid in a repository, surrounded by tall cabinets, row after row, piled with dusty bags.

Lilou was kneeling and squatting on one knee under a cabinet, with a file in his hand, and after looking at it for a while, he learned that this was a shoe-making factory, while putting the information on the ground, he looked at Zhou Jianguo and asked: "Teacher Zhou, you said that you learned through your skills [Teacher's Roll Call] that this trial space brought a total of 100 of us, called trialists." Can you still get their names or locations? ”

Zhou Jianguo shook his head, a little regretful: "I'm sorry, this skill system explains that the total number of trialists who can know a world or a copy is currently the total number of trialists, and the location cannot be known." The name is known, but I have to come into contact with him within a minimum of three meters. ”

"Just like now, what my skill tells me is that there are a total of 100 people in the trial space, and those of you who are known will have their names displayed, and the color is blue; Myself, is green; Other trialists I haven't come into contact with, just numbers. ”

"Where's Pichushkin?" Lilou asked hurriedly.

Zhou Jianguo was stunned for a moment, and then sighed: "Speaking of which, although we have met with Pichushkin, the distance is not close to three meters, so he did not show up" Speaking ......of this, Zhou Jianguo seemed to understand for a moment, but he was a little puzzled: "Lilou, do you want to confirm that Pichushikin is one of the 100 people?" ”

Lilou nodded, saw everyone's eyes fall on her, and explained: "The system has made a clear prompt, if we want to leave here, the only condition is to survive until dawn." ”

"It's 21:48 p.m., even if it's 8 o'clock in the morning, and we're not going to starve or die of thirst at this time. Then there is only one danger we know of at the moment, the murderer - Pichushkin. ”

"I'm wondering if we need to avoid him or solve him if we want to survive until dawn."

"By the way, I remember that even if Pichushkin is still alive, he must be a bad old man." Brother Meng said suddenly.

Lilou nodded: "So, have you seen his face clearly?" ”

Everyone shook their heads, and Lin Lin sighed as he spoke: "Although I often play some horror games, there is still a big difference between virtual and reality. ”

"When we reacted, he also spotted us, and his first reaction was to run away, not paying attention to his physical features or anything at all."

Lilou nodded: "Although this place is very mysterious, it cannot be ruled out that it has the ability to pull the young Pichushkin himself into it like us to be a trialist. But at the moment I'm pretty sure that this Pichushkin isn't the real Pichushkin. ”

"He's tall, because he's bending over the window, I'm not sure he's tall, but he's a standard oriental face."

"And who could he be?" Brother Meng was a little scared just by listening to it.

"Let's call him Pichushkin, maybe he is a patient with mental illness and sadistic tendencies, or the real Pichushkin is his proud idol and so on." Leave Lou Road.

After speaking, Li Lou also looked at Brother Meng and teased: "Shouldn't you know more about this?" ”

Brother Meng pulled his white coat, resisted the urge to take out his work card, and said in a slight mutter: "Actually, I am a pediatrician. ”

Tang Xiaohu: "??? "Black question mark.

Zhou Jianguo: "......"

Lin Lin: "My ...... Daddy......"

Lilou: "......" silently touched the injury on his head, and Lilou looked at Brother Meng with some unease: "Pediatrics, can you deal with trauma?" ”

Speaking of career, Brother Meng rarely slammed once, raised his eyebrows and looked at the other three people who were stunned, and said, "Do you think there is anyone here who is more suitable than me?" ”

Lou pursed his lips and looked at Brother Meng as if he was at home: "Let's treat it first, analyze the situation while treating us." ”

However, Brother Meng was very dissatisfied and almost blew up: "What is your expression of looking at death as home!?" ”

"It's not that I don't trust you, I have a specialization in the art industry, and I still hurt my head." Lilou's tone was serious.