The supermarket was deserted, and the cash register was covered in dust with few signs of use.

In fact, Sang Ziqing himself doesn't know if there are other people in this world besides himself (if the person who is built in the wall is still a "person").

He stared at the cigarette and liquor rack behind the cash register, on which there were only a few boxes of shoddy and shoddy cigarettes that were difficult to penetrate, and there were a few clean circles in the traces of dust, and he remembered that the liquor on them had just been taken away.

Sang Ziqing poked out of the big hole he had smashed out, and carefully watched the sound in the hall outside the door.

After confirming that nothing had happened, he leaned back against the shelves, carefully combing through what had happened.

Strange visions, people in the walls, unreachable goods, and the occasional whisper echoing around you.

Stay alive! What stupid wording! Even without these angels, I would definitely try to survive!

"Enclosed spaces, murders, weird visions, it sounds like a cracking game."

Sang Ziqing plugged the loophole with the shelf, sat on it and continued to think about it.

What is the man in the wall?

Decrypt the clues of the mission, or, say, the failed player?

If you also encounter a mutation and fail, will you also be built into the wall, or will you encounter more cruel atrocities?

He didn't dare to think that the top priority was to leave this ghost place, even if it was to escape outside the manor.

Sitting on the skewed shelves and looking down, the view suddenly widens.

Sang Ziqing's gaze gradually condensed on the inside of the cash register, his breathing was almost short, and the almost crazy fear hit his body again, and the eerie and terrifying cold air penetrated into every pore of his body.

On the other side of the cash register, a bloated man was lying.

The green staff uniform was firmly propped up by the swollen belly, revealing the fat covered in stretch marks, and the wide straw hat covered the fat face, which looked like it was sleeping.

But this is obviously impossible, and the screeching sound of the tripod and tile clashing and rubbing of the cargo table makes it impossible for anyone to sleep peacefully in it.

The only explanation is that the fat man has long since died, and only the dead cannot be woken up.

Sang Ziqing tentatively climbed down the cargo rack and crawled forward on the ground weakly.

The cold fat body, lying stiffly on the tiled floor, in the pocket of his jacket, there is a red peach-shaped house card key, and the center of the heart is the number "9" written in yellow paint, which looks slightly worn.

On the exposed belly, there is a blue and a purple one, and the exploding skin has twisted and weird cracks.

Sang Ziqing was shocked, and in the corridor outside the main entrance, there was a sudden sound of conversation: a delicate and charming female voice, and a rogue banter full of yellow waste.

The main entrance of the supermarket didn't know where it led, and it was also blocked by Sang Ziqing with two freezers.

In desperation, he had no choice but to put the house card in his pocket, and the empty supermarket had nowhere to hide, except for the freezer he had just closed, the somewhat gloomy cold room.

After thinking about it, Sang Ziqing had no choice but to run towards the ice storage, twisting the handle like a square plate with all his might.

"Open, are you frozen in ice?"

Although the handle could be easily turned, the gap in the door had already been filled with ice crystals, and no matter how Sang Ziqing put on it, it didn't move at all.

"Oh, shit! What kind of guy made the supermarket look like this! I'm going to blow his head off, I swear I can do it! ”

Vicious words drifted in from outside the door.

Hearing only a "boom", the door of the supermarket, along with two stacked freezers, was kicked away.

Sang Ziqing was drenched in cold sweat, panting heavily, his stiff pestle was in place, and his two eyes were staring at the door like a demon.

Gamer? Or is it the murderer who killed the boss and put people in the wall?

A man and a woman finally walked in.

She is a blonde and blue-eyed, cold-skinned gringo, and a tall, bumpy woman with long straight black hair.

When the two saw Sang Ziqing, they were stunned for a moment, and then the gringo asked, "New here?" ”

"Ah, yes..." Sang Ziqing replied with a clear heart.

"Ah, take a closer look, what a handsome little brother!"

The charming woman clapped her hands in praise, her face flushing like paper-soaked grease.

The northern dialect of England, the language of the island nation, and the Chinese language of China are three different languages that communicate unimpeded, but no one cares.

"Tsk, stinky bitch, where's this skinny monkey?"

The blonde man seemed to care a lot about the woman's words, and instead looked jealous and stared at Sang Ziqing.

"Where's your room number?"

“9··· No.··· Or it's 6, or it's 19 or 16, I can't see clearly, this card is a little painted. ”

Sang Ziqing carried the room card of the fat man's shirt and shook it in the air to signal.

The yellow paint number "9" is worn out and the shape is invisible, and the red paint on the front part of the "9" is also rubbed into yellow and white.

The blonde man narrowed his eyes and looked at it: "It's room 9, rooms 1 to 12, only No. 9 is empty, but you have to pay attention, I'm Litchell from No. 8, the hollow wall sound insulation effect is not very good, I sincerely recommend that you prepare earplugs." ”

The man raised his proud head and stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around the woman's thin waist like a water snake, with an unstoppable arrogance.

The woman smiled and beckoned: "I'm Zuo Ye Lixia in Room 5, occasionally in Room 8, and sometimes wandering around 4, 7 and 11, but I'm thinking now that maybe Room 9 is better." ”

Li Xia, who snuggled in Leacher's arms, has a soft and lovely appearance, ambiguous eyes, and gestures, all full of provocative meaning.

Sang Ziqing's body tightened, and Liqier's jealous eyes made him very uncomfortable.

"It's been completely emptied here, I don't know if there's still stock, we're almost out of ammunition, damn it, this is a sin he can't make up for!" Litchell said through gritted teeth.

His eyes were attracted by the shelf that Sang Ziqing couldn't reach or put down.

"Isn't there still something good here, a box of crispy noodles, even water, I hope it's not a damn lemon flavor! Oh damn it, what a lemon flavor! ”

Why?

Why is it so easy for him to touch?

Sang Ziqing's face was full of incredulity, and his abdomen was thunderous and tumultous.

Li Xia covered her peach-like lips, her eyes curved into crescent moons, took two packets of crispy noodles from the box, and threw them over.

Even though Litchell looked a little unhappy, he still didn't make a move to stop it.

"Thank you... Thank you..."

Sang Ziqing caught it steadily and held it on his chest.

"I don't mind if you eat it directly, your stomach is already rebelling." Li Xiamei is still charming and charming.

"I'm sorry..."

Seeing Litchier tear open a pack of French fries and chew it, Sang Ziqing found the serrated opening of the package and tore it anxiously.

Suddenly, his pupils were like sun-dried sponges, tightening to the center of his eyeballs.

In the crisp noodles, there is a fried dough cake in it!

Sang Ziqing clearly saw that countless twisted and crawling dark yellow worms were intertwined and entangled, and the fat body full of bamboo veins was quite rhythmically rhythmic, falling together, like a heart jumping.