Sang Ziqing didn't know how long he had spent a dead silence in the dark, and his face suddenly felt as cool as moonlight and autumn water.

From time to time, the waves raised by the sea breeze dotted a few splashes on his face.

"I'm dead?"

"I'm not dead!"

After opening his eyes, Sang Ziqing touched the two large holes in his chest, and was surprised to find that the wound had been repaired, and the red sutures were still left on it.

The stitching technique is quite clumsy, and the stitching is crooked and messy.

"It's finally over, the next step is to get out of here..."

Sang Ziqing tried to get up, habitually exerting his arms, but unexpectedly leaned to the right and almost fell into the sea.

The broken wound on his right arm was also treated with rough hemostasis, and several untreated filaments fluttered in the air.

He went back to his room and fumbled for the delicately shaped short knife, and limped towards the supermarket.

The eerie cold room was right in front of you.

He plunged his knife into the crack in the door of the freezer, removing the frost from it little by little.

The rudder-like handle could be turned slightly, but at this time, Sang Ziqing, who only had one arm, could not open the door at all.

There were still a few unburned firewoods left in the hall, and Sang Ziqing set them up under the handle and slowly baked them over the fire.

The droplets of water struck the firewood with a clattering sound.

After a long time, the rudder handle finally showed signs that it could turn.

Sang Ziqing leaned over, pulled down the handle, and finally broke the sacred place of the covenant in the mouths of the tenants.

"Sure enough, the sound of rapid breathing I heard at that time was not a hallucination."

There was no excess stock in the frost-covered cold room, except for two frozen corpses.

A weird posture -

He fell to his knees, his hands stretched forward, and made a gesture to pull the door, his face full of panic, and the gloomy silence of life could be seen in his eyes stained with ice crystals.

Next to him was a severed human leg.

The other was lying peacefully in the storage box, with his right leg cut off entirely.

Sang Ziqing groped around the two corpses casually, and really found the keys to rooms seven and eleven.

Immediately, he used his knife to pick open the ice that covered the corpse.

Frostbite burn scars, plus knife wounds from brawls...

This almost confirmed Sang Ziqing's conjecture.

There is no excess reserve food in the cold room that has been given sacred status. It exists only as a support for the hope of the people, to prevent several people from killing each other and eating each other due to the lack of food at the last moment.

But apparently, this wish was frustrated.

According to Leacher's account, the owners of Seven and Eleven have irreconcilable contradictions and fight over them.

The result is also obvious, the losers become the winners' spare food, kept in cold storage that no one can easily enter.

But this winner was not able to continue to maintain good luck, and at the moment of disassembling the corpse's thigh, a panicked Sang Ziqing crashed into the supermarket and did a series of superfluous things.

The winner did not come out because of the commotion outside the cold storage, and finally blocked the door because of the inferior frost-proof design, and froze to death in the cold storage.

As for why the winner would rather die than walk out, Sang Ziqing roughly guessed that it was related to his endless greed, and he didn't want to share his stock of food with anyone.

Sang Ziqing stroked the face of the frozen corpse on the kneeling, revealing a look of relief.

This relief was replaced by fear, which then turned into endless anger.

The corpses in the lockers were treated equally.

After dealing with the frozen corpse in two sentences, he sat on the cowhide sofa with relief, staring at the dark and oppressive world outside.

Calming down, countless memory fragments gradually poured into his mind, and the powerful flow of information made Sang Ziqing have a splitting headache for a while, and he couldn't help but die.

The furnishings in the twelve rooms began to melt together, turning into a slurry that burrowed into the cracks in the walls.

As we approached, all the rooms began to converge towards the center, and the solid walls crumpled into black ovals and opened up little by little.

In a moment, twelve rooms, completely merged into one.

Sang Ziqing stroked the bronze axe that accompanied him from birth to death, and flipped the bizarre curtain in front of him in a daze.

Countless familiar voices intertwined, tapping at his nerves.

The boy who survived to the end was like a puppet whose soul had been drained, and he only muttered unbelievable words in his mouth.

These strange words rambled on and where they came from, even he did not know.

I only heard the strange murmur in Sang Ziqing's mouth:

I fantasize about being strong and reliable, brave and sunny, compassionate, and of course, I allow myself a little bit of arrogance, which is inevitable. (Room 1)

The stairs were standing there, and I saw my mother smiling at me. The guests would always be rough with her, and how I wish she could have her own restaurant or orange grove...... But it was too long, and I buried her under the oranges. (Room 2)

I thought that the gods could guide me and that I could guide all beings. But our Lord could not guide me, and I became an ugly-looking monster... (Room 3)

She smiled at me, which must have been some kind of hint that I liked such a clean and clear girl, with silver hair, shining in the sun, even though she was terminally ill. (Room 4)

It's human nature, an inescapable instinct, and I desperately need to vent, and I want it now! (Room 5)

Sometimes it's good to fall asleep, the world is dim and dizzy, and it rains here every day... (f)

Damn it! Damn! (g)

Why is she looking at others? What can they do to have a solid family? This irrepressible jealousy drives me crazy! (viii)

I've decided that I want to live a short and obese life, and gluttony is also the original sin of human beings! (ix)

There was a small sense of happiness, like a speckled snake hiding in the shadows, they couldn't see me, but I could easily bite them. (x)

Mine, everything is mine! (xi)

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"Ahh Sang Ziqing's mouth opened slightly, and he threw the keys into the sea one by one, along with the bronze axe.

Then he stood in front of the dark door of Room Twelve.

"It's over, it's time to end..."

I'm the owner of room twelve!

There was no white and dazzling light, no angels in light green clothes, no curses of thunderous rage, only their endless torment of me.

I'll never reach the food I remember from my childhood, but they show off in front of me!

And right behind this door, there's an ugly reality that I don't want to accept!

I'm sick, very sick!

Sang Ziqing tightened his grip on the doorknob and turned it gently.

With the crisp sound of mechanical turning, the door was slowly opened, and the line of sight suddenly opened up...