Is there any place to hide on the third floor?

First of all, the studio must be passed, and then the only place they are more familiar with is the study.

"Hide in the study first." Shinomiyama said.

The group came to the study, and before they could catch their breath, they heard the sound of banging on the door.

"Won't it?" Su Fuqing looked at the door.

Before he could finish speaking, the door was slammed down, and a group of skeletons broke in.

Chased after me so quickly.

For a while, everyone was a little desperate.

Could it be that what Lance said was true, as long as they were still in the Rose Manor, they would not be able to escape.

Xiao Jianshan glanced at the window: "Or let's jump." ”

Su Fuqing lifted his eyelids: "Believe it or not, jumping down is a rose bush." ”

"Okay." Xiao Jianshan thought about it and felt that what Su Fuqing said was very reasonable.

[Cornered again.] ]

[I can't hide, so keep fighting.] ]

[Alas, exhausted.] ]

[It's really tiring.] ]

[These skeletons can find them anyway.] ]

[Okay, okay, it's fighting again.] ]

[……]

The group was killed from the study again.

Only, where to go next is a question.

"I feel like I'll be found wherever I go." Neman asked.

Su Fuqing said angrily: "Since they don't let us have a good time, then let's not be happy together." ”

"What, you have an idea?" Shinomiyama asked.

"There are ideas, but there are shortcomings." Su Fuqing's eyes rolled, "Do you have a lighter or matches?" ”

"I have." Shinomiyama said.

Su Fuqing finally couldn't help but ask a question: "Why do you have everything." ”

"There's just a prop that you can bring in with something from outside." Shinomiyama revealed a straw rope chain on his right hand, and then a lighter appeared out of thin air on his other hand.

Good and practical props.

Su Fuqing's face was full of desire.

Xiao Jianshan handed over the lighter and asked, "What do you want to do?" ”

"Do something bad." Su Fuqing took the lighter, hooked the corners of his mouth and smiled.

She said, if she is not happy, everyone should not think about it.

A few minutes later, Lance chased them to the third floor.

"They should go...... Studio. Lance saw the study not far away, and suddenly his pupils shrank, "Wait, what did they do?" ”

A few of them hurried closer, only to find that the door of the studio was wide open, and black smoke was rising from inside.

"Oops, the master's paintings are all in there." Rich and Molly rushed in.

Lance looked left and right, but didn't see Su Fuqing and the others.

Where are you hiding?

Lance took two steps forward, came to the door, and looked inside—

Rich and Molly are salvaging the painting from the fire, smoke billowing around them, and no one else is in sight.

"Not here." Lance turned away disappointed.

He's going to keep arresting people.

William looked at the studio, then at Lance in the distance, and finally followed Lance.

Lance and William searched around the third floor, but they didn't find Su Fuqing and a few of them.

"Where did you run again?" Lance frowned.

At this time, Su Fuqing and his entourage had already sneaked down to the second floor while Lance was staying at the door of the studio.

Su Fuqing planned to burn all the paintings in the corridor on the second floor.

"Are we really going to do that? What if I off the big boss? Neman was still hesitant.

"Anyway, so many paintings in the studio have been burned." Su Fuqing picked up the lighter and lit the corner of a painting on the left-hand side, "Let's just don't do anything, burn all the paintings here, and send them to reunite." ”

The flames spread instantly, burning the painting to the ground.

[What a "reunion", all reunited into ashes.] ]

[Isn't it good to have a reunion?] ]

[Hahaha.] ]

[I really didn't expect to be able to do such a sabotage.] ]

[These paintings should have been burned a long time ago.] ]

[Before, Burn may have been afraid of breaking some death rules, but now, those vampires don't plan to let them go anyway, so if you break the rules, you will break the rules.] ]

[It can also add a bit of congestion to them.] ]

[The main one, everyone is not better.] ]

[Directly go crazy and kill everyone.] ]

[Very beautiful mental state.] ]

[Laughs to death.] ]

[……]

"It's going to be a big game." Shinomiyama pretended to sigh, and then quickly removed the paintings on both sides of the corridor, leaving only the last painting untouched.

Su Fuqing lit up a pile of paintings placed on the ground, then raised the lighter and stretched out to the last painting with Duke Rose.

She looked up, glanced at the Duke of Rose in the painting, and froze.

"Don't get caught up in it." Xiao Jianshan pushed Su Fuqing.

"It's fine." Su Fuqing shook his head and resolutely lit the last painting.

As the painting was burned, everyone present seemed to hear a scream.

Su Fuqing didn't care, but said, "It's burned, let's go to the other side." ”

After quickly burning all the paintings in the corridor on the other side of the second floor, it was estimated that Lance and they should be about to chase after them, and Su Fuqing and his party hurriedly ran to the hall on the first floor.

Niman asked, "What do we do next?" ”

"Why don't we go ahead and set fires?" Shinomiyama was a little eager to try.

Su Fuqing lifted his eyelids: "You want to burn yourself to death?" ”

Okay, the door to get out has been blocked.

Shinomiyama had no choice but to give up the idea of burning the castle.

"We're just waiting here for them to come over." Su Fuqing said.

By the time they left the second floor, the fire had slowly spread in the hallway, and it should be possible to delay for a while.

Indeed, by the time Lance and William had extinguished the fire on the second floor, more than half an hour had passed.

For most of the hour, Su Fuqing and the others had been studying the iron gate that had been tightly closed.

As a result, it can't be opened at all.

Su Lingling said that there was some kind of prohibition on the door, and as long as the owner here didn't want them to go out, they couldn't get out.

"I'm really going to be caught in the urn." Xiao Jianshan sighed.

Su Fuqing glanced at him: "You are the turtle." ”

Xiao Jianshan looked helpless: "Okay, okay, I am." ”

[Screenshot, Xiao Jianshan said that he was a turtle.] ]

[Passed on, Xiao Jianshan said that he was the eighth king.] ]

[You know how to spread rumors.] ]

[Hahaha.] ]

[It's past four o'clock.] ]

[More than four hours to go.] ]

[Feels like Lance is coming.] ]

[Indeed.] ]

[Don't.] ]

[……]

When Lance and William came over, Su Fuqing and Xiao Jianshan were still arguing.

"Xiao Qingqing, it turns out that you are here, but it really makes me easy to find." Lance's eyes were slightly cold, "You also set the fire above, right?" ”

"You're welcome to return your gifts." Su Fuqing raised his chin.