escape game

Yan Jinyun is always so amazing.

It took Zhong Xiaowen several seconds to react, and finally she gasped and successfully stuttered.

"Gamma! Could that friend you're talking about be He...he..."

"It's better to requisition him as a friend in an extraordinary time." Yan Jinyun smiled softly, and he gestured to the boss as an invitation, and the two sat down at the coffee table facing each other.

Zhong Xiaowen's face turned pale from nervousness, and he leaned over to pull his clothes, and murmured a warning: "This boss is very good at playing cards! Guo Cheng said that she is a card-playing machine at home during the New Year's and holidays, and she won't lose in a card game with this boss." No, do you know how to play cards? What if you lose?"

"If you lose, everyone will sell themselves to pay off the debt." Yan Jinyun said nonchalantly.

Zhong Xiaowen: "Ah?!"

The boss opened the drawer of the table belly and took out an old deck of playing cards. The outer packaging had some weird totems drawn on it. He unpacked the packaging and began to shuffle the cards.

Yan Jinyun rested his chin on one hand, and the old god squinted.

"You are not proficient at shuffling the cards. I can shuffle three decks in the time you shuffle one deck."

"The corners of the cards are all broken! Hey, hey, hey, I can't see the suits clearly!"

"Can you shuffle the cards? If you shuffle like this, you can't shuffle them at all! Are you thinking of a trick!"

He is an expert at ridiculing people, and the boss who was thinking about it had bruised veins on his forehead, and he slammed the cards on the table, making Zhong Xiaowen jump back tactically in fright.

"You can wash it!" the boss said angrily.

"Okay, I'll wash it." Yan Jinyun showed a helpless look of "losing to you", and logically put all the cards into his hands.

The cards quickly piled up, bent, and blended between his pale and slender fingers, without a trace of muddy water, just like an elegant magician.

Zhong Xiaowen was dazzled, and even felt a bit pleasing to the eye.

Yan Jinyun started to deal the cards.

"One for you, one for me." He said unhurriedly, his fingertips were twirling quickly, and the cards were dealt out in a short while. He moved his finger bones, straightened out the scattered cards, and held them in a fan shape. .

Zhong Xiaowen leaned over tremblingly and glanced at it, then his eyes widened suddenly.

This card is also... too!big!up!

She didn't dare to show it too obviously, she could only raise her hand to cover her mouth, swallowed desperately, and then watched the two sides start to play cards.

Within a few minutes, Gamma overwhelmed the opponent and played all the cards.

"You are free." He patted Zhong Xiaowen and announced.

The boss held a fragmented three-four-five in one hand, his pupils trembled violently.

"We... Let's change positions! This position is unlucky!" He tremblingly yelled.

"Okay." Yan Jinyun shrugged readily, he got up and changed seats with the boss, and shuffled the cards by the way.

This time Zhong Xiaowen had a psychological construction, and he glanced at it calmly, and his throat tightened again.

Gamma's bomb and straight flush.

Don't this guy be the reincarnation of the European Emperor! !

So this game ended faster than the last one.

The boss was stunned, slumped in the chair, looking like he was about to die: "Again...Again!"

"Let someone out first." Yan Jinyun folded his hands in front of him, with a relaxed posture.

The boss gritted his teeth, got up and went to the back kitchen, and after a while, Guo Cheng was picked out like a chicken.

"Consultant Yan!" As soon as he saw Yan Jinyun, Guo Cheng cried out with a "wow" and said in shock, "Hurry up and save Xiaolei, she is still trapped inside—"

"Shh!"

Zhong Xiaowen hurriedly pulled her to his side, while untying the rope on her arm, he signaled her not to speak yet.

The boss was still immersed in his card game Waterloo and couldn't extricate himself. He was stunned for a while, and his breathing gradually became short of breath. At this time, Yan Jinyun was going to get the card again, and he suddenly shouted as if he had an epiphany: "Wait!"

Yan Jinyun: "?"

The boss's eyes showed a bit of sinister: "This time I will shuffle the cards!"

Yan Jinyun's eyebrows frowned imperceptibly, and the line of his lips was slightly pursed, but he didn't care too much, shrugged and said, "Okay."

Angrily, the boss gathered the scattered cards on the table into his arms, clumsily shuffled the cards several times, and then began to deal the cards cautiously.

After both of them sorted out the cards in their hands, the smile on the boss's face gradually revealed.

Over there, Zhong Xiaowen's heart was raised in his throat.

This time it seemed that Ouhuang had fallen asleep, and Gamma's cards became so trivial, there was one missing card if they wanted to make a straight, and there was a surplus if they wanted to break it into a pair. They didn't have any advantage in this round.

The boss began to play cards, one pair, one ram, the number of cards in his hand decreased rapidly, Gamma held the cards in his hand and stood still, but his pupils gradually froze.

Zhong Xiaowen's heart sank unrestrainedly, and she couldn't help but fell into serious thinking. She knew that if she lost this game, she and Guo Cheng would have to stay one more. As a policeman, she definitely couldn't let Guo Cheng stay, then ...

The boss played another round of cards, and the points still overwhelmed Gamma, so he relaxed and leaned back.

"Don't you want it again?" He asked confidently.

Yan Jinyun didn't respond.

He stared at the only Xiao Wang in his hand, and frowned slightly.

This little king was different from the poker king they usually saw. The clown's face and clothes were matched with a pair of big feet.

"Why don't you talk?" The boss wondered, and he noticed that Yan Jinyun's eyes gradually moved down and stopped in one place.

"What are you looking at?" The boss was a little terrified by him.

"Your feet are exposed." Yan Jinyun said without beginning or end.

boss:"?!"

He was taken aback for a moment, and slammed the cards on the table, bent down almost reflexively to straighten his robe, and a pointed point of his wide shoes was covered by him in a panic.

After covering it, he sat up hastily again. It took only a few seconds before and after, and he hurriedly looked nervously at the cards in front of him. There were not many cards left, and they were all placed upside down in their original places, to see if no one touched them. Pass.

The boss breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you want more?" He asked Yan Jinyun casually.

"Yes, why not?" Yan Jinyun smiled slowly.

This smile made the boss's heart thump.

"Three four five six seven eight straight flush." ​​Yan Jinyun began to amplify his moves.

"Three rammers."

"Do you want Xiao Wang's pair?"

"No? A four."

Yan Jinyun discarded all the cards in his hand.

"...!!!"

Holding the few remaining cards, the boss's pupils trembled, as if he couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

Yan Jinyun raised his eyebrows in spite of the beating: "Why are you in a daze? Let him go."

When Tang Menglei and Guo Cheng walked out of the coffee shop, their faces were still full of emptiness.

As expected, Zhong Xiaowen is someone who has seen the world. At this moment, while comforting Tang Menglei and Guo Cheng, he was seriously thinking about the whole process of turning against the wind just now.

"Why are you so powerful, Gamma?" Her face was full of disbelief: "Why did the last one suddenly—"

"You can go and count how many little kings there are on the table." Yan Jinyun moved his wrist lazily: "I just opened another deck of cards while he lowered his head."

"Ah?!" Zhong Xiaowen's jaw dropped: "Why didn't I see it?"

"Can I show you?"

"Then those super big cards you used to—"

"Crafting, cheating, have you heard of cheating?" Yan Jinyun rested his hands lazily on the back of his head: "You were still studying when I was a horse boy in a casino."

"Have you ever been a horse boy in a casino?" Zhong Xiaowen was shocked again.

This chick is a hundred thousand whys, the more she talks, the more questions she has, Yan Jinyun stopped her mouth in time and waved her with a very clear meaning - you can get out.

Zhong Xiaowen Get arrived, curled his lips and said, "Aren't you going back with us?"

"I want to stroll around casually." Yan Jinyun said, he turned his head, and behind him was an old-fashioned video game center.

……

"I have never played games or eaten snails. If I were you, I would reflect on whether I am too rustic."

……

He Taki's words that day suddenly sounded in his ears.

Yan Jinyun's eyes gradually became blank.

He Long is right, he is indeed very rustic.

In my memory, when I was a child, mosquitos flew around in summer, and I couldn’t drive them away no matter how much I used cattail fans; in autumn and winter, the wind leaked through the window gaps, and the hard and thin bedding couldn’t be kept warm by body temperature. The old houses were crumbling, and I often worried that they would be demolished by the government. , but even so, you can always have a whole egg for breakfast every day.

Those were the unique seven years in his life. Although he had no toys, delicacies, or beautiful clothes, he was raised and accompanied. He never envied others, because those seven years were the happiest in his life. Precious time is more valuable than gold.

If that person foresees that the seven-year experience he cherishes so much will be described as "dirty" in the future, I don't know how sad it will be.

Yan Jinyun let out a breath, laughed at himself, and walked into the video game center by accident.

He smelled that familiar strange smell again, filling the air and pricking his nostrils like needles.There were not many people in the video game center, but the equipment and decoration had a sense of dirtiness and cheapness. Yan Jinyun raised his head, and he saw those heavy-textured painted wallpapers on the wall again.

"Excuse me, is there a machine for playing MOBA games?" He walked to the front desk and asked the skinny little boss.

"What MOBA game——"

The other party looked up at Yan Jinyun, and his eyes straightened instantly.

"Yes, yes." He changed his words, and the corners of his mouth could not stop rising.

It's that low-level greed again.

Yan Jinyun narrowed his eyes, "Do you know what a MOBA game is?" He asked suspiciously.

"I..." The man was tongue-tied for a while, unable to answer, he simply bent down and dragged out a weighing machine from under the counter, "You weigh it first, and I'll tell you when it's finished." His tone was exceptional Can't wait, even stretched out his hand to pull Yan Jinyun.

Yan Jinyun's expression changed drastically, and he turned around and left.

He decisively stepped out of the gate of the video game center, and looked back, but the man did not chase him out.

At this time, villagers in long robes walked in in twos and threes. Yan Jinyun leaned to the door to take a peek. He found that there was no unnecessary nonsense between the villagers and the little boss, and there was no weighing. At this stage, the group of guys took out a few transparent diamond dice and made a deal with the boss, and then went to the corresponding machine to start having fun.

A layer of suspicion floated in Yan Jinyun's mind. He vaguely realized that the villagers and outsiders like them were treated differently, and this robe was like a symbol of Yemo Village, and it became the difference between them and the villagers.

—he had to get a robe.

But where to get the robe?

Yan Jinyun pinched his chin and thought.

It is impossible to buy, after all, he does not have those transparent diamond dice used as currency.

Then there are only two ways left, either grab or steal.

Yan Jinyun finally chose to steal.

He slipped into a clothing wholesale factory. The room was dimly lit. Rows of hangers with germanium-colored robes were piled up in the hall in a compact and messy manner, like centipedes with teeth and claws, and no one was watching them.There are also inflatable mannequins hanging from the ceiling, stacked one upon another like hanged ghosts.Yan Jinyun thought that Yemo Village didn't seem to produce any other clothes except for robes. He wandered from the clothes section to the shoe section, and saw pairs of leather boots piled up like mountains.

Those leather boots were long and wide, and they looked like they could be fifty or sixty yards in size. Yan Jinyun was taken aback, and couldn't help but think of what he and He Long had discussed about Zhao Gui's footprints that day.

From the beginning of entering the door, the pungent strange smell became strong and offensive. I have to say that this Yemo Village is full of weirdness. Yan Jinyun retreated to the clothes area and was about to take a robe and leave when he suddenly heard a car The sound of rolling wheels came from not far away, accompanied by five or six series of footsteps with different rhythms.

Yan Jinyun hurriedly squatted down, using the dense clothes hangers as a cover, he heard the sound of wheels and footsteps over there stopped, followed by the sound of heavy objects being moved and the rustling of binding , I don't know what I'm busy with.Holding on to the hanger, he stood up slowly, and looked over quietly.

I don't know if it was his illusion, he felt that the light in front of him suddenly became blurred and bright, and there seemed to be many halos and bubbles in his vision. He opened his eyes hard, and the scene became clear again. He saw several people wearing robes. The villagers erected a round turntable to make a simple turntable, on which a skinny old man was tied.

The few villagers backed away with giggling and strange smiles, kicked some sundries into the corner, and made a space in front of the turntable. Then they took out a handful of darts from nowhere and distributed them to everyone. Several people raised their hands and began to gesture.

Yan Jinyun's complexion gradually became stiff.

The old man on the turntable was pale, with a terrified and sad expression, but a pair of cloudy old eyes looked straight at him, as if saying goodbye to him silently.

That face, that familiar sad expression, had appeared in his dreams countless times, occupying his sleep and eroding his mind.

……

"Are you sure you still insist on reporting on me?"

"Little Jinyun, go and see your grandpa."

"I really hope he's okay."

……

"see it?"

"It was your will to do your own way that killed him..."

"The government won't give you money, so what does it matter if you tell me or not?"

"Your sense of justice cannot be eaten, it will only kill people!"

"That's right, you killed him."

……

The blood all over his body was getting cold inch by inch.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...I can't save you...I can't save—! !

"Crack" the group of villagers threw the first dart.

The dart was inserted into the old man's abdomen.

The blood flowed out, leaving dots on the ground with a "tick-tick-tick", and the villagers screamed and jumped excitedly, slapping each other as if to cheer up.

Another dart was thrown and stuck in the old man's shoulder.They turned the turntable and started throwing darts at random like a lottery, one after another, some inserted into the blank space of the turntable, while others were nailed into the old man's flesh and blood.

When the turntable stopped slowly, blood had accumulated on the ground, and the old man was hanging on the turntable with his head down. He had been nailed into a sieve by darts, one of which passed through his throat, and the other was nailed into his eyes.

dead.

The villagers sighed and leaned over, hurriedly removed the darts from the old man's body, and then they began to skin the old man.

Yan Jinyun was stunned. He saw with his own eyes the group of villagers holding down the old man's arm, starting from the fingertips, tearing off the human skin bit by bit, exposing the bloody inner flesh to the sky.

Unspeakably great fear and nausea rushed over his head, he took a deep breath to hold it back, and overturned the clothes hanger in front of him forcefully.

All of a sudden, the clothes hangers in the whole store were toppled one after another like dominoes, making a loud "crash" sound, and Yan Jinyun rushed out like crazy, the blade danced like a cold spring in his palm With a white light, he rushed to the front, cut off all the binding ropes on the old man's body, carried the horrific corpse on his back, knocked away several furious villagers and rushed back.

"I'll take you home..." He murmured hoarsely, "Grandpa, I'll take you home!"

In the dark, he couldn't find the way he came here. There were messy and upside-down clothes hangers in front of him, and the mannequin above his head was dangling back and forth, with strange double images.

He firmly held the knife in his hand, his palm was cold, it was his only weapon, and it was the source of all his strength——

"Xiaoyun, didn't you promise to be a good boy?"

Suddenly, the old man's soft voice came from his ear, with a wet and cool breath.

"Throw away the knife, grandpa doesn't like you holding a knife."

The young man was stiff all over, and his light-colored pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of haze.

He vaguely saw a seven or eight-year-old boy standing in a weedy courtyard, his body covered in bruises, his head held up stubbornly, and a small paper knife in his hand.

The old man hunched his back, his dry lips moved, he said something silently, and occasionally reached out to rub the boy's head.

In the ear, the hypnotic whisper continued to repeat: "Throw away the knife, grandpa doesn't like you holding a knife."

I throw it, I throw it now.

As long as you are willing to come back... I will listen to whatever you say! !

His thick eyelashes trembled violently, and his five fingers loosened stiffly.

"Kangdang" the blade fell at his feet.

At that moment, he seemed to be taken out of his backbone, and he fell to his knees. He couldn't see the villagers chasing after him, and couldn't see their fierce and eager predator-like expressions. Hold your head.

At that moment, someone came from another direction. He broke through all kinds of obstacles and dragged Yan Jinyun up, and was about to run away.

"Grandpa!" Yan Jinyun blurted out in surprise, still holding something tightly in his hand.The man glanced at it hastily, showing astonishment, and immediately picked up the knife on the ground and chopped the thing into two pieces.

"Let's go!" He roared, dragging Yan Jinyun up forcefully by relying on his physical strength.

There were some old wardrobes at the edge of the hall, and the man rushed over to open one at random, pushed and shoved Yan Jinyun with his arms around him and stood in, and closed the wardrobe door with a "bang".

Darkness struck, and in the cramped and narrow space, the smell of rotting wood temporarily overwhelmed those strange smells.

The two were close to each other, and Yan Jinyun's messy and rapid breathing was gradually calming down, but his body was still trembling, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.

The sound of footsteps coming and going outside gradually faded away.

"Yan Xiao." The man finally called out in a low voice, and tightened his arms around the young man imperceptibly: "Are you okay?"

The faint scent of blue tea grows in the air like mycelium.

Yan Jinyun's body froze and stopped shaking.As if being pulled away from some kind of illusion, he twisted his neck slowly and stiffly, and said in a hoarse voice, "He Taki?"

"It's me." He Taki's voice was deep and steady.

Yan Jinyun stayed there for another two seconds, raised his forearm slightly, his night vision ability was not bad, he could vaguely see the broken things he was clutching tightly in his hand, and instantly cursed in annoyance.

"Grass!"

"You finally realized that you were holding a scarecrow?" He Taki's tone was a little helpless.

"I..." Yan Jinyun was too embarrassed, he lifted the thing closer, but still found something abnormal.

"No, what's wrapped around here?" He rubbed his fingertips wonderingly, the broken straw was covered with a smooth and elastic texture.

"It's human skin." He Taki said softly.

"?!" Yan Jinyun turned his head abruptly.

Because the two of them were too close together, this action directly sent half of his face to the door, and he felt He Taki's soft lips brushed across his temples and eyelids like feathers, and finally fell on the center of his brow.

Yan Jinyun immediately froze again and did not dare to move.

Not only him, He Taki also fell into a daze for a moment.

After more than ten seconds, he continued to speak.

"Caribbean cannibals, we talked about...do you remember...?"

He leaned back a little with difficulty, and his lips left Yan Jinyun's cheek, but because of the limited space in the closet, his moist breath still sprayed on Yan Jinyun's face.

Even though it was only two days before we talked about this academic topic, Yan Jinyun didn't react immediately.

He Taki's clothes were too thin...it was too tight...he could almost use his senses to describe the contours of the muscles behind He Taki, which were firm and powerful.

He lowered his head slightly, feeling his heart migrating to his skull and beating crazily, causing a loud "stupid, sloppy" sound. At this moment, he lost the ability to think at all.

The ambiguous atmosphere spread in both directions in the closet, and He Taki's breathing inadvertently became cloudy and rapid. He gritted his teeth, as if he wanted to put everything on the right track, and said word by word: "It's what we said in the illustration book earlier. I read... the king of the Maya Continent—"

This time Yan Jinyun couldn't take it anymore, and interrupted his words, with a strong sense of shame and anger in his voice.

"Speak as you speak, can you not stand up to me!"