A fire that burns the prairie fire
"It's still like that, the picture seems to be still, and you can't see any changes."
"Then keep watching."
"Yes."
The voices that spoke, one old and one young, were none other than Huang Lao and Shen Lingshuang. The latter was standing in front of a laptop with a large screen, observing the situation in the villa through a miniature camera on the other end. At the request of Huang Lao, the direction of the camera was aimed at the surveillance screen that had been facing just now, and it was pulled out a little farther away, and all the dozen or so pictures were included in it.
Because according to Huang Lao's meaning, it is also very unlikely that the trapped person can use a tool to pry open the blocked door, and then leave the cell through the dead corner of the surveillance camera, so that this person may appear in other cameras.
But the most reliable possibility is to use the edge of the baffle to slowly dispose of the silk threads tied to the body, and then walk into the monitoring range of the camera and leave through the ventilation duct. I haven't seen any other movement since one hand removed the ventilation baffle at the bottom of the picture, which of course can't be that the person is suddenly invisible, but it only means that the silk thread that was originally tied to the body is too heavy and tight, and it is difficult to exert force with the hand that can move, and it is too difficult to rely on the rough bulge naturally formed by the metal edge to cut these things. ”
"But I could have reached for the baffle before." Shen Lingshuang said puzzledly, "If you can break free from one hand, the restraint can actually be regarded as half broken." Next, as long as you are patient and exert force, you can escape quickly even if you don't rely on external forces. ”
What she said was actually common sense, but Huang Lao shook his head slowly.
"You're still a little inexperienced, it's good to have more experience." Huang Lao patted her head, "The trapped person here used a method of getting rid of the joint, which can be seen from the unnatural movement of the outstretched hand. But if you've never touched anything before, don't blame you. ”
He added, "After all, this is a very rare skill in the killer world. ”
"Killer!" Shen Lingshuang's face changed. But then she changed her expression into confusion: "But Liang Jingmo should have never been a killer, right?" Judging from his resume and physical information, he doesn't have the qualifications to be this at all. ”
"There are many kinds of killers, no matter how weak they seem on the surface, how can they be used to set up an established model." Huang Lao smiled again, with a bit of tolerance and doting on the juniors. "But Liang Jingmo is really not." "From his point of view, there is no need to try such a dangerous job. ”
"Then you just said that the trapped person may be Liang Jingmo?" Shen Lingshuang was surprised.
"From Xiang Nanxing's point of view, there is indeed such a possibility." Huang Lao smiled slyly, "And I never said that the person trapped at the bottom is Liang Jingmo, all of which he came up with by himself." ”
Shen Lingshuang remembered Huang Lao's words just now, and slightly: "Speaking of which, Huang Lao, you can even say such cruel things." ”
"The movie I just watched, the lines that I learned and sold now." Huang Lao smiled, "It is used to motivate people, and the effect seems to be good." ”
Speaking of these, Huang Lao subconsciously took out his pipe again, as if he wanted to smoke it beautifully. However, under Shen Lingshuang's surprised gaze, his other hand groped around his waist for a while, and finally stretched out empty, smiling awkwardly.
"I just left the lighter over there." Huang Lao shrugged, "It's really careless." ”
Shen Lingshuang also smiled.
"Old Huang, that thing of yours can't be called a lighter anymore."
Sometimes, a small spark can develop into a prairie fire.
Not to mention such a huge tinder.
Xiang Nanxing's thumb directly opened the lid of the lighter, and then pressed it down. A fist-sized flame erupted abruptly from the mouth of the small thing, like a small flamethrower. At this moment, the killer demon on the opposite side almost instinctively understood the large and small burns on Xiang Nanxing's body.
At that moment, under the bright red reflection, what emerged from her mind was a phoenix that emerged from the fire.
Rewind the clock to a dozen minutes ago, when the killer had just descended to the first floor, and after inspecting the exits and ventilation ducts, he decided to lay a delayed trap in both places first. At that time, Xiang Nanxing was on the third floor, tied by slender and sharp silk threads, unable to move, and had difficulty breathing.
His neck was choked by an old hand, and the other man controlled the force precisely enough for him to fully feel the pain of lack of oxygen without passing out.
"If you die like this, are you willing?" A voice asked him.
He desperately kept his eyes open, but his vision was blurry. The man who had choked him by the throat and stood in front of him seemed to have completely changed his appearance in this blurred vision. Dressed in black, his face was expressionless, like a yaksha asking for his life.
Unwilling, of course unwilling, who would be willing to die like this! Xiang Nanxing wanted to shout loudly, but his tightly choked throat made him unable to make a sound at all.
"From ancient times to the present, there have been many martyrs who can die for the 'Tao' they hold onto."
The voice continued, not in a hurry, and at the same time slowly loosened the force in his hand: "Some of them are for the truth, some are for the promise, and some are even just for the sake of something that seems trivial to others. These people are at ease when they approach their deaths, they know that they are doing the right thing, and they are not in the least confused by it. What about you? ”
The force of the hand suddenly tightened suddenly, cutting off the little oxygen that had just flowed into the trachea again.
"What about you? Do you regret it? ”
As the strength of his hand continued to increase, Xiang Nanxing felt that his consciousness was beginning to blur, and he barely remained awake by relying on his willpower to desperately inspire.
At this time, however, even this will is wavering.
"You regret it. You start to falter when the battle starts, and regret it even more when you lose. You regret that you didn't do your best at the beginning of the fight, attacking with all your might with the goal of killing the opponent. You regret that you have noticed a flaw in the rules, but you naively did not use it as a breakthrough to play more actively. ”
He coldly debunked the facts: "Actually, you know very well in your heart, and you thought of it when you tried to save people just now: the most efficient way to play the game is not to rescue people and leave, but to solve the hidden danger of killing demons first." Although you didn't see through the disguise on the other side of the camera at the time, you kept thinking about where the killer might be. After the trapped person's condition is confirmed, you should have asked the other person for more information about the killer, and then asked the other person to save themselves, and you should have seized the time to find out where the hidden danger was. If you had done so at the time, you should have been able to detect the flaws exposed earlier. ”
"Yet you're wasting all your time on the so-called 'helping' of that little girl. What can a person who can only communicate verbally in front of the surveillance cameras do to her? You're seeing even narrower than she is, and if you hadn't interrupted her, she might have noticed something strange in the room earlier, and even if she was really trapped, could you really be helping? ”
"You're helping her, just to put yourself at ease. You hope to end the game this way and free yourself from having to attack your enemies. And that's called hypocrisy. ”
The hand that was holding his throat finally moved away. Fresh oxygen poured into his lungs in one go, but the turbid air in his lungs was about to gush out, which made Xiang Nanxing arch up and cough uncontrollably, in pain.
But this is not even as painful as what Huang Lao said. Before this, Xiang Nanxing had always tried to be worthy of his actions, but at this moment, when he was confused on the edge of life and death, he saw his previous actions, and with Huang Lao's words, he re-understood the true thoughts in his subconscious at that time.
He's right, I'm just running away. He said that he didn't want to hurt others, but in fact, he didn't want his hands to be stained with blood. So he relied on others, gave up thinking, handed over his fate to a guy smarter than himself to be in charge, and was willing to be a chess piece, which is called trust.
So even if I win, it can't be counted as my credit, and it won't be my responsibility to die in the game. When I learned about the other gamble in the Three Kingdoms game, I actually had a chance to stop the game from going in the worst direction, but at the time I didn't think about anything, just ended the game in the way it was supposed to be.
Because the person who made a bet with him was Liang Jingmo, not me.
Before that, I was glad to learn that the guy who killed the old one-eyed man had died in a gas game.
I am glad that I can avenge myself in the name of revenge, and I can not have to get blood on my own hands!
Xiang Nanxing coughed one after another, coughing until tears were about to come out.
Shen Lingshuang next to him stood with his hands behind his back, looking at him, with a slight unbearable look on his face. Her mouth opened slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but the host's quality made her choose to be silent in the end.
"Right now, the trapped man is still in the basement. This person has also just been released, and although he is smart, he may not have much better experience in dealing with this side than you. Huang Lao said lightly, "Theoretically, getting the metal baffle means that the trapped person has the possibility of escaping, but this is only a possibility." So far, at least, we've only seen the disappearance of the bezel, but not the reappearance of those who have regained their freedom on the screen. ”
Xiang Nanxing's body stiffened suddenly, and an ominous premonition came to his heart. The brain, which has regained its ability to think, reactivates at this point, and in an instant maps out the events that might occur in a few minutes.
And Huang Lao seemed to be able to see through the picture in his mind.
"You guessed it right." "The killer who rushes downstairs may initially think that the other party has escaped, but after repeated unsuccessful searches, she will eventually come to the conclusion that the other party has not left the cell, and then decide to go back to the cell herself to confirm the situation," he said. If you are lucky, the trapped person may succeed in getting out of the predicament before then, and take advantage of the geographical advantage to take advantage of the fact that the killer is not firmly established to turn against the guest, and gain a small advantage. However, the ending will not change. ”
"If both the trapped and the rescuer are trapped, the game is over. Please keep this in mind. Huang Lao said slowly, "And there is only one way to win." ”
He looked at Xiang Nanxing deeply, bowed slightly to say goodbye, and then turned to leave. Xiang Nanxing, who was lying on the ground, watched the backs of the two disappear outside the window, and then his gaze gradually moved downward, and finally landed on the thing that Huang Lao threw on the ground after lighting his pipe. Its lid had been opened, missing only one finger to press the switch.
Xiang Nanxing suddenly smiled. This is simply too obvious an invitation.
A few minutes later, a man writhing on the ground like a caterpillar finally approached the foot of the wall. In the next second, his whole body was surrounded by raging fire.
And at this moment, this person stood in a sea of fire, looked directly at the enemy, and slowly said a word.
"Second round, begin."
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