Rub, what's the difference between this and sticking to your face!

Qin Yu suddenly felt bad and wanted to hang up this damn live broadcast.

But her body seemed to be suddenly poured into a thousand pounds of lead, making her unable to move, and even instinctive movements such as blinking her eyes were forbidden.

She was forced to take the death notice.

"We are all chosen by Him, and I will die, you will die, and we will all die." Her face suddenly approached the screen, and her beautiful face, which was considered beautiful, began to distort from the middle of the face to the surrounding area under the distortion of the angle.

It's like throwing a brilliant picture into a stirring washing machine, all the colors begin to merge irregularly until all the waters are muddy, and the paper twists rapidly under the turn of gravity.

The female anchor's face is as described, and under the rapid rotation and high-speed operation, the position of her facial features has also undergone earth-shaking reversals and changes.

The left eye ran to the place of the mouth, and the nose hung upside down on the forehead, only the mouth that kept tearing open from the corners of the mouth spread wantonly throughout the face.

Qin Yu's fear had almost reached its peak.

She finally knew how those who died violently died......

She felt her heart leap from her chest to her throat, and it was pounding against the base of her tongue.

I feel like throwing up......

The female anchor's crazy laughter kept coming from the mobile phone, and the cut that was torn from the corner of the mouth had spread to the base of the ear, and the whole face was almost split in two under the wound.

The tongue also arched out of Zhang He's mouth, as if it had some kind of evil taste, which made Qin Yu suddenly bump into the golden vertical pupil in the center of the tongue.

It flickered back and forth in the whites of its eyes, the illusion that it was about to jump off the screen and onto her face.

She could feel the SAN value falling off a cliff in the nesting doll-like fear.

Just when it was about to fall to a dangerous value close to collapse.

There was a sudden humming sound in the kitchen like a train crossing the border, and she saw the glass door that had been soaked in mist.

The strange picture on the screen came to an abrupt end, a second before the vertical pupils disappeared.

The countdown to death flashed in front of her eyes as it passed quickly:

【4:17:26】

At the same time, the time on the phone is exactly 19:43.

In other words, she will receive a lunch box at midnight, which coincides with the opening time of the Dream Cube.

With the confinement on her body suddenly withdrawn, she stumbled to the kitchen and turned off the gas.

Everything around seems to have returned to normal.

But she knew that the guy who was hiding in the shadows and playing tricks on herself didn't leave.

Thank God.

If it weren't for the buzzing sound, she might have received a boxed lunch just now.

Of course, it's still the kind that is scared to death by the endless fears.

Strangely, the countdown to death has not disappeared, and the seconds are decreasing rapidly.

She tried to reach out and touch the image in front of her, but unfortunately she couldn't.

That image doesn't seem to belong to the layer she is on, and trying to erase the existence of the other party across layers is obviously not possible in terms of rules.

Fortunately, the obstructive image did not obstruct her vision, and it had almost no effect except for a little obscurity.

It seems that there is a way to avoid the occurrence of death.

She quickly calmed down and dialed the emergency number left by the Federation according to the number on the disaster survival guide:

[Hello, welcome to the Federal Anomaly Help Center]

After a long list of descriptions on the other end of the phone that could not resolve the current situation, the option of manual help was finally said.

And she also heard the last answer she wanted to hear after pressing the button:

[There are 1099 people waiting for help in front of you, please be patient]

Cheerful music followed.

Her eyes were dark, and she never expected that there were so many people in line before her!

It is estimated that by the moment she connected it, she was almost cold.

Thinking about it this way, it would be more appropriate to call the corpse......

She hung up the phone abruptly, and it seemed that it was impossible to seek help from the Federation.

Soon, she discovered a more serious problem.

The duration of the call was shown as five minutes, and the countdown to death at the normal flow rate was actually reduced by twenty-five minutes.

Wipe......

She glanced at the time again:

【19:48】

Countdown to Death Image:

【3:52:11】

There was no problem with the timing, and the death countdown in question did speed up the passage during the call itself.

After realizing this, she no longer dared to try other ways to call for help.

Fortunately, she hung up the phone decisively just now, otherwise it would not have been as simple as twenty-five minutes wasted.

Suddenly, a bold idea crept into my mind.

Just now, thanks to the qi wave of the boiling pot, he saved himself who was almost scared to death, does that mean that this pot may be able to get out of the current predicament.

She didn't know how exaggerated the idea was, but the moment people caught driftwood, hope was always quickly ignited.

And the current pot is all her hope.

With the idea that if you try it, you will have more than three hours to waste.

She picked up the pot from the stove.

Almost as soon as she stood up, the countdown to death slowed down visibly.

Qin Yu: "......"

How does this work?

The countdown slowed down, but it didn't stop completely.

In other words, the crisis has not yet been resolved.

Besides, you can't ask her to hold this pot all the time......

What exactly triggers this condition?

Her gaze fell on the reddened octopus.

Could it be it?

She fished out the octopus and put it on the cutting board.

What's next?

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of a kitchen knife standing beside her.

Almost instinctively, he swung his knife at one of the tentacles.

As a result, an incredible scene happened, and at the moment she chopped off, the countdown to death actually stopped.

But it stopped for a moment, and then continued slowly.

Qin Yu: "!! ”

I didn't expect that I had found a solution to the crisis.

Although she still hasn't figured out the mechanism and principle of stopping, there's no rush to review it when it's completely over.

Soon the sound of chopping meat could be heard in the kitchen.

The voice was quick and fast.

It wasn't until she chopped them into a puree of meat that she stopped what she was doing.

The countdown to death slowly began to flow as she stopped......

She thought a lot about it when she was chopping the meat.

I always feel like there is something in the dark guiding me through all this.

And it all seems to be for the sake of the meat puree in front of you.

According to normal people's thinking, what should you do after cooking?

Most likely, it's eating.

But it's hard to accept that she should eat these things.

If you let someone else eat it instead of you, I don't know if it's feasible?

When this thought came to mind, the countdown to death came to a visible halt again.

In that short moment, she was successfully captured.

The countdown to death reacted as if it affirmed her thoughts.

Explain that the plan just now is feasible.

She immediately packed up the meat puree and walked outside.

The corridor was pitch black, and only the red countdown in front of me was still running diligently.

But with her judgment and movements, the countdown passed much slower than normal.

When she walked out of the community, she was faced with a big choice:

Three directions, left and right and front.

Which way should she go?

The problem was easy to solve, and she first walked out tentatively, judging which path was the right path based on the reaction of the countdown.

The two are excluded because of this method, and the remaining right is the optimal solution.

Sure enough, the countdown stopped as she walked to the right.

So, she followed this method and walked to the vicinity of the stray cat's home under the fence of the community about 500 meters away.

The small wooden house in front of her was engraved with her own handwriting:

[Stray cat house, let love come home, don't take it away]

The countdown had been on a halt during this time, and she had almost guessed the purpose of the trip.

Swept away her previous fears, she poured the meat puree into a clean bowl and greeted the nearby aborigines with familiarity: "Big orange! Xiao Hei is eating! ”

But the imaginary cat team that rushed to hear the sound did not appear.

A gray-black tanuki cat suddenly poked out of the cat house, looking lazy, as if it had just woken up.

It looked up at Qin Yu and let out a gurgling sound in its throat.

"Okay, don't be coquettish, try it, but don't be greedy." She bent down to stroke the fluffy head.

The heart seems to be pierced through the middle by an invisible weight.

She fell to her knees in pain, and almost passed out in the darkness in front of her.

In a trance.

She felt a huge sense of oppression that was too strong to ignore, and clutched her fragile neck.

Now she was like a lonely, inconspicuous ant, the elephant's huge flippers about to fall on her head, and the suffocating shadow of death enveloped her.

Her neck was pressed low.

But even if you don't look up, you can feel the obscuring eyes above your head looking at you intently.

The threat brought by the surroundings also slanted out of those eyes.

She tries to ignore the other person's presence, focusing her gaze and attention elsewhere.

Suddenly, she found that the mashed meat that was originally in the bowl had somehow turned into an extremely ugly purple tentacle-like sarcoma.

The sarcoma in front of him seemed to have no source and spread all the way behind him.

She stiffened her neck and looked at the sporosarcoma of different sizes.

Beside the silent street stood a few streetlamps glowing with a miserable white light, and the light source showed her the outline of the filthy giant hidden in the darkness in no detail before her eyes.

The sarcoma meandered all the way to the entrance of her community, where it came to an abrupt end.

But that doesn't mean the filth is gone.

But......

She had a glimpse of something even larger.

How do you describe what is in front of you?

The bushes along the way, the unit buildings where they are located, and the flying insects frozen in mid-air.

All the living and dead creatures in the area she had passed through were covered in a huge fuchsia skin, and the rough and ugly texture of the flesh was wriggling its massive bodies in the opposite direction to hers.

As it moved, she saw countless tentacles hidden beneath its body......

Their bodies are covered with sharp, interlaced fangs.

Suddenly, the giant thing in the air seemed to be aware of Qin Yu's prying eyes, and the original wriggling figure suddenly stopped, as if the sea level that was constantly flooding with turbulent waves had returned to calm, which she couldn't ignore.

When the purple-red flesh skin was opened one after another, the golden vertical pupils of déjà vu were revealed.

Her head exploded with a buzz.

What the hell was chopped up at that time!