Road Survival: My RV is a Moving Castle

She's no delicate queen; she's got the strength and the means, and she's been itching to get her hands on those projects for a long time.

What's the point of just strolling around like this? We're not actually here to play at an amusement park.

Putting aside finding the treasure, if they don't find any clues, they won't even know how they die at the hands of these strange people.

These people want to die, but she's not willing to accompany them.

So when Guang Ge turned around, ready to ask Xiao Shuai to go test the waters on the carousel first, he only saw Zhao Ling and two other boys.

"Huh? Why are two people missing again?"

A sinister glint flashed in Guang Ge's eyes, but he sighed helplessly.

However, he turned to the others and smiled wryly.

"In that case, let's explore it ourselves!"

So, under his arrangement, the unlucky Zhang Qiyu became the first person to get on the carousel.

......

After leaving the carousel, Song Chiyu continued walking on the street, preparing to find the next amusement park ride.

After passing an ordinary trash can, she took two steps forward, then turned back.

He turned and walked toward the trash can.

Because a notification box appeared next to the trash can.

Hint: There is a note here.

The rules are written on a piece of paper, so the piece of paper mentioned in this hint is very likely the rules she is looking for.

Sure enough, Song Chiyu lifted the lid of the trash can.

The note stuck to the lid was immediately noticeable.

Rule 1: Do not refuse any of their requests.

Rule 2: Close your eyes when it gets dark!

Rule 1 is easy to understand, but what does Rule 2 mean?

Song Chiyu tore the rule strip off the lid.

I glanced at the information again, then tore it up.

"Close your eyes when it gets dark..."

Is it a game?

Werewolf?

The number of people doesn't match either...

Or is it a request?

Song Chiyu pondered silently, then turned around and continued walking forward, putting the torn-up pieces of paper into her pocket.

However, at that moment, a "person" standing directly in front of her with his back to her blocked her way.

From behind, the "person" was wearing a long black robe that trailed on the ground, and was holding a whisk in his hand.

Before Song Chiyu could even move aside, the "person" turned around and stared straight at her.

"Hello, Warrior!"

This guy's voice is neither male nor female; after listening to it, it feels like my ears have been splashed with chili water.

He turned around, and the next second, a clown face painted with oil paint appeared.

The bright red, round clown nose almost took up most of the face, while the rest of the face was covered by oil paint patterns.

Song Chiyu frowned slightly and moved a little further away from him.

Unexpectedly, this guy, like a persistent plaster, followed us this way.

Moreover, they stood right in front of us, completely blocking the road.

Song Chiyu glanced down at his feet without making a sound.

But because it was hidden by the robe, it was impossible to tell whether the guy was wearing red shoes.

At this moment, the clown had grabbed her clothes, stared at her intently, and spoke.

"Beautiful warrior, would you like to play a game? You ask... I answer, yes or no."

He deliberately lowered his voice, making the already neither-male-nor-female voice even more bizarre.

Thinking of rule 1, Song Chiyu had no choice but to nod.

However, he still took two steps back to increase the distance between himself and the clown.

This way, no matter what happens, she will have time to react.

The clown ignored Song Chiyu's retreat and spoke with a smile.

"You and your friend are playing in an amusement park. Suddenly, your friend feels a stomachache and needs to go to the toilet."

Then he went to the restroom in the park, but two hours later he still hadn't come out. At that moment, a cleaning lady came out.

Now, I'm the cleaning lady. You can ask me questions, and I can only answer with "yes" or "no." Let's begin!

The clown's mouth was wide open in a smile, and the red lipstick stretched the corners of his mouth to the sides of his cheeks.

When he laughs, it looks like half of his face has split open.

He stood before Song Chiyu, quietly awaiting her answer.

Song Chiyu lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment before asking her first question.

Is my friend still in the bathroom?

The clown raised an eyebrow, speaking casually and nonchalantly.

"Yes."

He then continued to focus his gaze on Song Chiyu's face, observing her expression.

Song Chiyu nodded, his index finger and thumb rubbing together slowly, and then asked.

Are there other people in the restroom?

"No."

This time, the clown answered faster, but his eyes remained fixed on Song Chiyu.

The people around them seemed completely unconcerned about their strange behavior, passing by as if they didn't see them at all.

In the bustling amusement park, on streets filled with monsters, Song Chiyu was actually playing a game with a clown.

The more you look at this scene, the more horrifying it becomes.

After receiving the clown's answer, Song Chiyu gradually began to think about the next question.

She quietly took another step back and spoke.

"Is he still alive?"

"No."

Suddenly, everyone around stopped in their tracks, and the whole world became as quiet as a chicken's nest.

Did you kill him?

"Yes!!!"

The last one is that the clown's voice is as loud as a bell, sharp and with a hint of madness.

His expression contorted, and his entire face, covered in paint, began to move across his face.

In an instant, he swung the whisk in his hand and slashed at Song Chiyu, who was right in front of him.

And that originally light and airy whisk, the moment he chopped it down, transformed into a giant axe covered in oil paintings.

Song Chiyu was startled by the sound.

But she was prepared when she asked the question.

Although still frightened, she ran away faster than a rabbit.

The clown's advantage was the half-second that Song Chiyu was startled.

The giant axe swung down, landing on the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.

The flat ground was split open by this one blow, creating a crack as long as an arm.

Seeing that Song Chiyu had actually dodged, anger and disbelief flashed in the clown's eyes.

He originally thought he could hit the bullseye with one strike.

Watching the fleeing figure, he roared angrily and chased after it.

Song Chiyu had nothing on her body except the three medicines, and felt completely light.

So it runs very fast, its legs crossing forward so fast that it leaves a blur.

The clown had great difficulty running because of the obstruction of his long robe.

So he pulled up his robe with his hands and started running.

He was breathing heavily, his throat filled with "heh heh" sounds.

Song Chiyu had already created a considerable distance between them and noticed the clown's weakness. She even had the energy to turn her head and check on the clown's situation.

However, it was in that turn that she saw clearly.

The clown's feet, as he ran wildly, were treading on a pair of bright red leather boots!

That cunning little devil!

Song Chiyu snorted coldly through his nose.

The rule says to stay away from "people" wearing red boots.

But even if you don't get close to it, it will still come knocking on your door.

And they can even disguise themselves.

Song Chiyu turned around and looked around at his escape route, quickly turning into a dark alley.