In the center of an octagonal wooden room, Ding Jian was panting and sitting on the ground, tucking every sword into his waist. The shirt had been removed, leaving five deep scratches on its strong back, but now that the blood had coagulated and scarred, it didn't affect the whole as a whole.

"The three remnants left by the old man have all been used to repair the body, but now there are still the last two doors that have not been entered, and there is a high-level ghost in one life. Fighting with high-level ghosts also depends on the ability of the other party, and the last powerful ghost with the ability to split quickly is really troublesome."

"Is Chief Ding alright?" Wan Yue stood aside and didn't seem to be injured.

"It's okay, it was all because your water body distracted me that I wasn't fatally injured, and I have to thank you."

"Hehe, I can't do anything as a third-level prison envoy, and I can only rely on Chief Ding to fight with ghosts." Wan Yue looked very well-behaved, and there was no abnormality at all.

"What do you think of the current situation, we chose six of the eight rooms to be dead ends. I don't know if it's because of our bad luck or something else. Which of the last two rooms do you think will be the pathway?" Ding Jian tilted his head towards Wan Yue, who looked like a loli.

The eight doors in the octagonal room, except for No. 1 and No. 7, Ding Jian and Wan Yue have already entered. In every room, there is a newly formed high-level ghost thing, relying on Wan Yue's perception and Ding Jian's strength to persist until now.

"This one I ...... I'm not so sure either. Why didn't Chief Ding wait for others to pass the guò project later. Assist us in getting through guò too. According to the rules, as long as you know your own two-person project, you should be able to help other teammates."

"I've been a prison guard for six years, and a police officer for 10 years. Six years ago, the reason why I died and became a prison guard was because I believed in my teammates. Then. I still remember that in a small mountain village, two criminal policemen and I were besieged in an abandoned building by the rioters in the mountain village, and we were always ordered to stand by and wait for support. But at the last minute, two of my colleagues and I died, and the support force that the bureau said had not yet arrived."

"The time limit for us to get out of here is 12 hours, and presumably the old man and Zhang Chen are the same. Moreover, on that map, the 'real test' that Zhang Chen's group went to was specially marked with a red pen. Maybe it's more difficult than us. Presumably, the situation of the two groups is not good now, so the only reliable one now is himself."

Ding Jian also took out a soft Chinese from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and took a deep breath.

"Gate One." Three words were gently exhaled with the smoke.

"Okay." Wan Yue agreed directly.

Ding Jian stood up. Unlike the previous times, the scabbard and scabbard of each sword are inserted into the waist and there is no intention to pull it out. There is a smoke ring in his mouth, and he looks very indifferent.

When he walked to Gate No. 1 with Wan Yue, Ding Jian naturally landed his palm on the doorknob, and when his right hand was gently spinning the ground, his left eye was carefully looking at Wan Yue beside him.

However, on his countenance, Ding Jian caught a look of excitement. Although it was disguised by nervousness, it was very subtly exposed when he was about to unscrew the first door.

Ding Jian rotated the doorknob until it was about to open. He turned it back upside down and said softly, "Go to Gate Seven."

This change made Wan Yue's face change beside Ding Jian, and he had no intention of following Ding Jian to Gate No. 7. At the same time, the small lips squirmed and muttered, "Chief Ding, why do you want to change your decision on the imposing basis?" I didn't feel the ghostly smell behind this door when you turned the doorknob just now, maybe this door is the right one."

Seeing that Ding Jian ignored him, Wan Yue's expression did not change much, and she still followed Ding Jian towards Gate Seven not far away like a very obedient little girl.

Ding Jian didn't make any prepared moves. Without hesitation, he unscrewed open the closed white wooden door, and then stepped into it resolutely. And Wan Yue's expression behind him changed slightly. But it's still covered up.

The room they entered was not the same as the previously closed room, and a large spiral staircase appeared in front of them. And there is not the slightest ghost in this, the corner of Ding Jian's mouth smiled slightly, but behind the invisible back of his ear, a drop of cold sweat slid down.

"Chief Ding is really powerful, how do you know that this is the right choice behind Gate No. 7?" Wan Yue looked at Ding Jian with a hooked nose on his face.

And the latter just said two words softly, "Observe."

The two then wind their way up the circular staircase, a spiral staircase about thirty meters high, and a white plastic door at the top of the staircase. When Ding Jian's hand touches the doorknob, a prompt sound asks for a white key to open the door.

"It seems that after this door, it should be one step closer to the exit of the 'escape room'. Wan Yue, give me that white key on you." Ding Jian said with his back to Wan Yue.

"Oh, okay."

When Wan Yue put her hands into the pockets of her clothes to look for the white key, she only heard "Wow! With a bang, the red short sword came out of the sheath in an instant, and the hot crimson sword body directly pierced Wan Yue's heart.

"Ding...... Sir, what are you doing ......" Bright red blood overflowed from Wan Yue's mouth, and at the same time, the helpless and aggrieved little face appeared in front of Ding Jian's eyes, if ordinary people saw it, they would not be able to bear it.

However, Ding Jian didn't wait for him to finish speaking, the katana in his left hand directly cut off Wan Yue's head horizontally, due to the exquisite knife technique and the excessive speed, there was no blood splashing when the head fell

[,！ Ding Jian leaned down and took out the white key in Wan Yue's trouser pocket and held it in his hand, and was about to insert it into the lock in front of him, when a little girl's voice of only ten years old came from behind Ding Jian.

"Uncle, why do you know that Xiao Yin is a fake? Xiao Yin, I have obtained the memory of Sister Wan Yue, and I am very similar in all aspects." The sound was like a pinprick into Ding Jian's body and mind.

"If you follow Yang Lanqin's stupid girl, you may still be fooled. In my eyes, you have too many loopholes. And the clown behind the scenes said that the difficulty of the third level has increased, I think, it should not be that the difficulty of the level itself has increased, but because of you. This is also the reason why Zhang Chen's companion joined in later, and there was no increase."

"It's just that the face you stole makes me reluctant to do it."

After Ding Jian finished speaking disdainfully, he felt the concentration of ghost qi behind him soar, directly surpassing the newborn high-level ghost creatures in the previous six rooms.

"I was smart, I wanted to use you to collect a little more ghost qi and let you live for a while, but who knew that you were so anxious to die." This time, in addition to the little girl, the voice of a middle-aged woman was mixed in.

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"Isn't this a man-made prison?"

After Zhang Chen walked into the dusty basement for a long time, he observed that the basement was arranged like a prison, divided into small rooms, surrounded by iron rods. These cells are littered with white skeletons and chains.

"I don't know how many people have been imprisoned here, and they must have been tortured inhumanely. Say, what is the purpose of that woman letting us down?"

As Zhang Chen walked through each room step by step, he noticed a different cell. The iron door was opened, and there were no bones scattered inside.

"Isn't this the last place I saw the little girl in the fragments of the driver's mind?"

Zhang Chen walked into the cell with Worm Firefly, and couldn't help but be stunned, and immediately recalled the scene when his mind entered the driver's mind.

"No corpses? Could it be that little girl who escaped from here?" Zhang Chen crouched and observed in front of the four iron locks in the corner of the cell, the cement floor and the wall that the iron lock could extend to the maximum extent were carved with fingernails, although the traces were deep and shallow, but the lines were composed of a 'death' shape.

Only in the triangle of this corner of the wall there were no nail marks, when Zhang Chen extended his finger to the triangle, he actually picked up a loose cement block, and a small groove deep in the ground appeared under the cement block.

"Get a black key." Zhang Chen got a hint as soon as he took out the contents.

"It seems that the woman may really want to help me, or maybe she wants to get rid of the control of the guys behind this Dujiang City. If we were just the two of us, we wouldn't be able to find it."

"Firefly, let's go to the street first and fill our stomachs. The rest of the day, we immediately rushed to find the house in the Curse."

After Zhang Chen takes the insect firefly out of the black room underground, the old woman who has been turned into a blood slave gets information about the cursed house. To Zhang Chen's surprise, this cursed house was less than three kilometers away from him, and it was well known to the surrounding people.

"If this house is so famous, it doesn't seem to meet this difficulty? Could it be that there is something else going on, or is there some trap in that room, or something particularly powerful? Let's go ahead with the current policy, and if the woman is willing to help us, she should give another reminder at a critical time."

Zhang Chen and Worm Hotaru casually entered a Japanese restaurant, ordered a few dishes that looked good, and began to enjoy Japanese food.

"If this is a fantasy, it's too real. The taste of the tuna in this sushi is something I can feel in every taste buds." When Zhang Chen tasted a sushi, he wondered if he was really in Japan.

"This may be the power of a nightmare that is good at creating illusions, if ordinary people are trapped in it, they can live their lives very peacefully."

Just as the two were eating and chatting, a man in his thirties who was dressed neatly passed by the table of the two. Zhang Chen immediately stopped what he was doing, because he was carrying the messy woman on the man's back...... (To be continued)