The people in prison are also divided into three, six, nine and so on. The position of caretaker is not high or not, and if it is low, it is not low.

Things like moving corpses and cleaning up the scene should have called a dedicated cleaner to take care of it. However, it was the moderator who gave this order at this time.

So the two arrogant guards had to move away with one shoulder, one with their feet. As soon as they left, they entered the room and were tasked with picking up the prisoners on time, but they were out of staff. However, the host said that it didn't matter, let him come.

"If you throw it at those two guys, it will take a long time to pry the door open." Host Fick shook his head. At this time, he wore a weeping paper mask on his face, and his tears were painted in the shape of two small waterfalls, looking like a sparse uproar. Of course, after this period of contact, Liang Jingmo already knew that this guy's mask had no connection with his true emotions at all, maybe it was just a random switch.

Faced with the door lock that Lorraine and Xiang Nanxing hadn't been able to open a mile or a mile away before, Fike just stretched out his hand so lightly and hooked the broken edge of the door lock with his fingers. didn't see how hard he was exerting himself, Liang Jingmo next to him only heard a snap, and the lock that originally seemed to be welded to the door was actually cut out by him.

"Hey, the lock is so tight, and the materials are very serious."

Fick's tone seemed a little surprised, but even if he changed the materials, it was obviously no different to him. With a little more force on his hand, he pulled out the locked door lock and a section of the door frame in its entirety, as if he had pulled a piece out of a pile of children's blocks.

In normal times, Liang Jingmo inevitably took the opportunity to sigh that these guys are simply inhuman, and teased a few words. However, at this time, he was not in such a mood. He lunged forward into the room, aiming straight for the bathroom.

The door was opened, and the man was sitting on the floor by the bathtub. His whole body was drenched, his clothes were clinging to his skin, and his hair was damp and drooping. The towel was on the shelf, but he had no intention of drying his body, just there with his head bowed, cross-legged, motionless, as if he had turned into a stone statue.

Even when he broke into the door just now, Liang Jingmo opened the door and came in, but he didn't wake him up from this similar state of concentration. Or maybe it's just because he doesn't want to wake up from there.

It wasn't until Liang Jingmo patted his face and whispered his name that his empty eyes slowly regained a little brilliance. This person raised his head quietly and looked at Liang Jingmo in front of him expressionlessly, as well as the two hosts standing at the door of the bathroom.

"Congratulations, you've cleared the level."

"Kamen Man" Fick's tone is calm, and he doesn't sound emotionally fluctuating. The "black cat" next to him was much more direct in the middle of summer, although he didn't say anything, he smiled and gave a thumbs up to the person on the ground, looking quite happy.

"It's not easy."

Liang Jingmo patted him on the shoulder and sat directly on the wet floor next to him. The two sat in silence for a while, and the man finally spoke his first words.

"I survived."

"yes, you survived." Liang Jingmo said. "It's not easy."

The man looked up at the ceiling and paused.

Suddenly, he wept aloud, tearing his heart out, as if to squeeze all the air in his chest, along with his sorrow, out of his hoarse throat. In this enclosed restroom, only this shrill voice kept echoing.

Liang Jingmo sat quietly, but sighed in his heart. At this moment, he suddenly remembered the things he had seen through the surveillance video a few hours ago......

From the surveillance screen, he could see most of the entire room except for the bathroom and the door, how Xiang Nanxing retreated from the door, and then how he dragged his feet and lowered his hands to sit down on the edge of the bed in the room, he could see it clearly. Liang Jingmo also noticed that the design of this room is basically modeled after a medium-level hotel, with a large bed, a desk, a coffee table, a chair, and naturally a TV. It's just that the TV here isn't watching a TV show. As soon as twelve o'clock arrived, the television set automatically lit up, but it was the situation of these rooms.

The picture on the LCD TV was neatly divided into quarters, and the upper right corner was the room where Xiang Nanxing was. The camera is placed above the doorway, shooting from top to bottom, taking in every movement in the entire room, which is the lens he hacked in at this time. The upper left and lower right corners also reflect the same room as here, but at this time it is empty and no one is there. Needless to say, these two rooms are just for Old One-Eye and Ma You.

And in the room in the lower left corner, there is a person who is adjusting the oxygen mask on his face. As if sensing the gaze from afar, the person in the picture suddenly turned his face and looked up at the camera, as if he was looking at this side through the screen.

Then, slowly, he raised his hands and gestured two "victory" gestures to this side.

He has a reason to show off, because at this time, the gap between the two sides is too big. Lorraine had already collected three oxygen masks, the last one of which he had taken out after cutting off the palm of the old one-eyed hand and using his fingerprints to swipe open the room corresponding to his birthday. The abundance of them allows him to safely put one on the first minute after midnight and use the safe hour to continue observing and thinking.

On the other hand, on Xiang Nanxing's side, although he also has an oxygen mask in his hand, when to use it has become a very tricky problem. If you use it at the beginning, but you pounce on it, you can only wait for death later. But if you hesitate to use it, you may have hung up before using it. To make matters worse, he may not even know if the gas has been released during his mask.

At this point, Lorraine has also established her own psychological advantage. Liang Jingmo vaguely saw that the layout of the four rooms should be the same, but there was a vague thing in the upper left corner of Lorraine's picture, that is, under the vent. He squinted his eyes and looked at it for a moment, and immediately understood what it really was.

"It's the potted plant at the counter in the lobby." Liang Jingmo praised, "Very attentive." He probably heard from that old one-eyed that the game doesn't set up meaningless props, so that the lush plant should also have its purpose. ”

"What do you mean by that?" The questioner was "Masked Man" Fike.

Liang Jingmo replied with a smile: "If it is placed there for a long time, according to the setting, the poison gas for four hours a day will definitely have an impact on the plant, and it will not grow so well." So in this way, it should be something that is renewed every day, that is, the gas will cause noticeable changes in it. This can be used to help him tell if the gas is being released while wearing a mask. ”

He said it a little jumpy, but the other two were hosts, so there was no need to worry about not being able to understand. He finally changed his words and came to a conclusion: "It's just that this approach is meaningless." ”

Qiu Banxia next to him squinted at him: "You know it's meaningless." ”

"If you don't see through the host's mind, then you can't win this game." Liang Jingmo said, "Directing poison gas is only to reassure yourself in the end." He wanted to rely on this to determine if the three masks were missing, and to decide whether he should go to the bathroom or not. Unfortunately, when he had this thought, it meant that he had lost. ”

Liang Jingmo's face looked relaxed, but his hands involuntarily clasped together. In the picture, Xiang Nanxing sat on the edge of the bed and watched TV, holding an oxygen mask in his hand, but did not make the next move. Liang Jingmo knew that the setting of this game would put a lot of psychological pressure on players, and the TV picture was even worse. It's important to know that every player may have their own opinion on when to use an oxygen mask, but even if you make up your mind, seeing someone else wearing a mask on TV will inevitably lead to doubts about your decision. Not to mention the panic and uneasiness caused by seeing someone else poisoned to death with your own eyes is enough to make a usually calm person make a completely wrong decision.

The design of this game is really full of malice. Thinking of this, Liang Jingmo couldn't help but glance at Fike again.

An hour passed, Lorraine had put on a second mask, and his potted plant had not withered, apparently no poison gas had been released during the first hour. Fortunately, there was no room on Xiang Nanxing's side, he had been sitting there watching Lorraine's every move for an hour, but the oxygen mask he was holding in his hand had always been held back and not used.

Well done - Lorraine gave another thumbs up to the screen, continuing the sarcasm.

"Hey, calm down and keep doing this...... Depend on! ”

Liang Jingmo was praying, but saw Xiang Nanxing suddenly stand up. He picked up the oxygen mask, and Liang Jingmo's heart suddenly rose to his throat. "It's over." Autumn and summer calmly came to a conclusion.

However, his next step came as a surprise to the host. Xiang Nanxing picked up the oxygen mask and put it back in place on the bedside table. He stood there, tilting his head, looking a little dazed, as if listening to a voice from nowhere.

Then the crowd watched him stagger back, around the bedside, past the TV, and under the surveillance camera. In the next second, the bathroom door was opened, and he walked inside.

"Wow, this thrill."

"Black Cat" Qiu Banxia couldn't help but cover his mouth with his hand and exclaimed slightly. The restroom is a separate space from the outside, and it may provide four hours of clean air, but it is also possible that it will emit lethal gases. Whether it is life or death will be known after closing the door. Even if most people have the courage to walk in, they will inevitably hesitate to close the door or not.

However, Xiang Nanxing did not.

The next second his figure disappeared from the frame, they heard a "bang". The door slammed shut, leaving the man's life completely in the hands of Providence. A few hours later, when Xiang Nanxing finally stopped the pain and slowly stood up, Liang Jingmo couldn't help his curiosity after all and asked him a question.

"Why did you do those things back then?" He asked.

"I said I heard a voice, would you believe it?"

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Xiang Nanxing's mouth: "It's ridiculous, I obviously knew that the old one-eyed had died outside the door, but at that moment, I seemed to really hear his voice - put back the mask and go into the bathroom." He told me to do all those things. ”

Liang Jingmo nodded silently. He remembered the corpse he had seen before breaking down the door. Covered in blood, his hands were broken, but he was stuck at the door. His eyes were open and he refused to close them, and his mouth was open towards the door.

It seems that there is still unfinished business.

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