four dead games

Consciousness finally slowly returned to Han Yang's brain. He could sense the hot and humid air around him, and his mind felt heavier than ever.

The mind is locked in chaos, and the picture in the dream is faintly jumping in front of his eyes like a slideshow. The boy who permed his hair yellow in disregard of the school's regulations rushed towards Han Yang with a stone, and it was at the sharp corner of the stone. Just as it was about to hit his temple, a person Han Yang knew very well grabbed his shoulder, and after a whirlwind, the stone hit the back of that person's head.

Han Yang watched the blood continuously flow from Ouyang Zheng's head, but before he could react, the stone hit his forehead head-on.

After that, there was a long coma, and it was only now that Han Yang gradually became aware of the existence of the outside world.Eyelids trembled a few times, Han Yang slowly opened his eyes, the surroundings were pitch black, his body was curled up in a narrow space, Han Yang who just woke up seemed to have had a long dream, and he hadn't returned to his eyes yet. In this world, the whole person is in a state of chaos.Subconsciously touched something imprisoning his body, the touch conveyed by his fingertips was very familiar, Han Yang took a deep breath, the smell and touch were processed together by the brain, the result was that he seemed to be put into a paper container.

Han Yang tried to find the exit, but both sides of the box were sealed tightly with tape. His father is a prosecutor. Last month, he sued a human trafficking gang on behalf of the public prosecution agency. The young man at the head seemed to be this yellow-haired transfer student. The purpose of human trafficking is not only to maintain his extravagant daily consumption, but also to support his younger brother to go to school.The parents of the two brothers passed away when they were very young, so they had a deep relationship. Han Yang probably understood why the yellow-haired man blocked himself to fight after school, and he was thinking about what his father said at the dinner table that day , while groping in the container, if you think this way, could it be that yellow-haired transfer student who locked him here?

At that time, it was Ouyang Zheng who helped him block the blow that went straight to the temple. If Ouyang hadn't been there, the insignificant person would have beaten him to death.Han Yang sighed, a bit strange why Ouyang Zheng would help him block the stone, although they grew up together when they were young, but since his father bought a house in the city center and moved to change schools in the second year of junior high, the two have not been in touch.After that, the two were admitted to the same high school. Until now, they are in the second year of high school and have not spoken to each other. The most recent impression of Ouyang Zheng is that he kicked the boy in the face of the next class by the small flower bed behind the teaching building. superior.

I don't know when Ouyang became cruel and violent. When he was five years old, he saw his father kill his mother with his own eyes. Perhaps since then, the bloody gene has been implanted in Ouyang Zheng's DNA .

While recalling what happened before, Han Yang tried to break the container with all his strength. There should have been a wound on his forehead, but at this moment the skin on his forehead was completely intact.

Feeling very strange, Han Yang fumbled on himself to see if there was something sharp that could cut the tape on the top of the box, but found that all his things had been taken away, but there was a fruit knife in his pocket unexpectedly.

He was still wearing the spring and summer uniform of the school basketball team, and even Han Yang's coins in the inner pocket were found out. If it was really the yellow hair who put him here, then he would not be considerate Keep a knife in your own pocket.

Han Yang touched the knife, the rubber handle and scabbard should be the kind of relatively long fruit knife that can be bought casually in the supermarket.Taking the scabbard away, Han Yang cut against the gap on the top of the box. Fresh air rushed into his nostrils. After cutting off the tape on both sides, Han Yang stood up and took a deep breath of fresh air. In the air, what greets the eyes is a not-so-spacious space, similar to the area of ​​a bathroom, but it is still an unrenovated concrete room embryo, and the square hole used to install the windows brings the moonlight outside the house into the house. Walking out of the container, there was nothing else in the house except the container, and the bathroom didn't even have a door installed. Han Yang walked outside to look around while looking around.

There are no wiring or waterways installed in the house, it is just an embryonic house. Standing in the living room, you can see the opposite side of the building through the balcony. This is a community under construction. From the comparison of the height of the opposite house, it should be the 29th floor.

In addition to feeling strange, Han Yang was also faintly uneasy. He pressed his hand on his forehead. When he was awake, he saw the stones thrown at him with his own eyes, and the pain at that time was so strong that he fainted until now. Judging from the environment he was in, he should not have received hospital treatment, but that piece of skin was intact, just like other places, without any trace of injury.

He turned around and took a look at the place he was in. Because there were no windows, the cool wind outside the house was blowing directly on his face, which was different from the heat and airlessness in the container. Standing here, he could clearly feel the darkness of the night. The wind blows through his body, he is not dreaming, he is standing here.

He went to the balcony and took a look outside. The buildings next to him were also empty. They should not have opened yet. Just when he turned around and was about to enter the house, he suddenly heard the sound of the door being pushed open, followed by a A string of footsteps.

There are people on the opposite side.

Han Yang frowned, and walked lightly to the door. There was no decoration in the whole house, and one could see the whole situation at a glance. There was only a door installed here, which was the kind of anti-theft door that ordinary residents would install.Han Yang went up to look outside, but found that the cat's eyes seemed to be blackened from outside the house, and he was not locked in the house. After trying it, he found that the doorknob could be turned. It seemed that he locked someone else's door. outside the house.

Han Yang has no memory of this incident at all. He doesn't know why he is here, and he doesn't know why this happened. First, he was sealed in a container, and then he found a handful of sharp fruits on his body. Knife, after getting out of the box, he found himself in a house in a community that had not yet opened for sale. It was not that he was locked in, but that he would be locked out.Han Yang didn't think that the person who threw him here would not be able to open the door, but what he couldn't figure out was why he could open the door from the inside if the other party really wanted to lock him up.

Without opening the door right away, Han Yang turned around and went back to the house to re-observe. This is a five-bedroom, one living room with a public washroom, a kitchen, a guest room, a study, and a master bedroom with a washroom. .He woke up in the public washroom. Han Yang went to the rest of the guest rooms and the kitchen after looking at the living room. There was nothing in it, and it was the same in the master bedroom. looking at his pinhole camera.

Staring at it carefully for a while, Han Yang found cameras in a few places with good monitoring angles. There were about a dozen of them in the whole house, but Han Yang didn't find anything else. Standing in the living room in thought for a while, he took a deep breath, and then returned to the house where the containers were placed.

Under the moonlight, Han Yang carefully looked at the fruit knife in his hand, or the fruit knife is a bit far-fetched, because it is an uncommon double-edged knife, and no one should buy a double-edged knife to make a fruit knife. He moved the box Open, there is nothing under it, and there is nothing written on the sides, but Han Yang soon found a line of words written in black pen inside the box:

Three heads can open the door. There are four rooms on this floor, and each room has a head. Please protect your head.

The whole person froze in place, a cool wind blew outside the window, and goose bumps appeared on Han Yang's arms.

It seems that he is not the only one here, there are four people on this floor, and it is not the only door in this room that locks him, it is probably a door that exists in another place, and is locked like him. The people here need to find a way to cut off the heads of the other three people before they can open the door that closed them.

He quickly understood the words on the cardboard box, because it was a bit similar to the plot he saw in the horror crime movies. At that time, Han Yang thought that the chance of such a perverted existence in reality was not high, and even if it existed, it was unlikely to be caught. He encountered it, but what he didn't expect was that after waking up, he found himself locked up in a completely strange place to play a death game. This unacceptable thing really happened to him now.

He thought of the footsteps that just appeared outside the house, and he couldn't help but tremble. The house with nothing at this moment made him feel extremely cold.Han Yang took a few deep breaths and forced himself to calm down. He didn't want to believe it, but if it was true, he would have no way to deal with it if he hadn't prepared in advance. If you look at it according to what is written above, then he is now in someone else's hands. It was just a prey in his eyes, and the other person's target was his head. In this way, Han Yang knew why he controlled the door, because if others woke up before him, then he, who had no ability to resist, would The head will be cut off directly, maybe the pervert who controls all this behind the scenes thinks it is more interesting to watch them kill each other alive...

Han Yang couldn't help but took another deep breath, the wrist holding the knife was shaking constantly, he looked down at his trembling hand, his heart was beating more violently.In the empty room, apart from the whimpering blown by the wind, there was the sound of boom, boom, boom coming from his chest. Han Yang didn't want to believe it, but the honest fear reaction of his body let him know that he was trembling with fear now.

His ears seemed to become more sensitive, and he seemed to hear footsteps coming from outside the house again, but in fact he knew very well that this was just his psychological effect.Taking a deep breath, Han Yang breathed out slowly after reaching the limit of lung activity.

He has seen everything in the house, there is no food, so those who are locked here have to go out.

Han Yang has never killed a chicken since he was a child in Dalian. Perhaps it should be said that several of his only sons who grew up in big cities have killed chickens. His father is a prosecutor. He was taught to abide by the law since he was a child. Any legal minefield He can't even touch it. Words like "Just kill three people and you can open the door" seem like a fantasy to him. It's a violation to the limit. First of all, let's not talk about how the police will deal with them and lock them here If he killed three people according to that statement and escaped, Han Yang really didn't know how many years his father, that serious and stern man would sue the judge and sentence his son.

The double-edged knife in his hand seemed to be mocking him at this moment. The silver-white blade shone sharply under the gentle baptism of the moonlight. Han Yang raised his arm, looked at the blade in his hand, and gently caressing his neck.

A gust of cold wind blew by, and the all-pervasive wind blew in from the neckline of Han Yang's white T-shirt. The coolness invaded his whole body in an instant. Han Yang closed his eyes, his expression became tangled, and his fingers could feel his pulse on his neck. The jump reminded him that in this situation, his life is not in the hands of the law, but in the hands of the knife.

Nostrils twitched a few times, and Han Yang opened his eyes. At this time, those eyes had become abnormally firm, and he increased his grip on the knife.

How many years will he be sentenced to this kind of thing? Let's talk about it later. He doesn't want to die here like this, and maybe he can go out without killing people. Although Han Yang himself knows that this is impossible, even if he doesn't want to kill others, then It doesn't mean that others don't want to kill him, the most terrifying thing is always the human heart.In any case, he had to go out and have a look outside. Although it was extremely dangerous, if he didn't go out, he could do nothing but starve to death.

Han Yang made up his mind. Although he was still very scared, he had no choice but to go out. In the past 17 years, he had never done anything harmful to the world. He did not deliberately learn martial arts other than normal sports. Self-defense or something.Han Yang used to spend all his time studying except for playing basketball. He has always done a good job in meeting his father's expectation of excellence.

Swallowing a mouthful of saliva, Han Yang walked to the door, the muscles on his face twitching slightly, he stretched out his hand, and opened the door.The movement of the door lock pulling the lock cylinder is now the loudest sound, and Han Yang suddenly calmed down, perhaps because he clearly realized that he had begun to brush against death, which was different from the pressure he felt in countless competitions before. It's different. Han Yang can calm down his mind the fastest under pressure. The scene when he went to participate in the city's math competition for the first time when he was eight years old and was so nervous that he couldn't even hold the pen steadily is now far away.

Han Yang glanced out from the crack of the door, the opposite door was wide open, no one could be seen inside, his vision was restricted so he could only see this, Han Yang opened the door, and then stood at the door and looked at all the things he could see Read it again.Opposite his room is another house, the door has been opened, and the door of the room next to him is ajar, and the door next to the opposite house has also been opened, it seems that he was the last one to open the door.He clenched the knife in his hand, and glanced at the direction of the elevator and the emergency exit. There was only a seamless steel door at the elevator, and the same scene was at the emergency exit at the end of the corridor, except that the door seemed to be written with paint. The words were written, but the distance was too far, and Han Yang couldn't see what was written on it.

He glanced at the knife in his hand, then took a step forward, trying not to make any noise, and walked towards the safe exit step by step.The whole corridor was pitch black, except for the moonlight which could barely make people see the road in front of them, there was no other light source.Holding the knife in both hands, Han Yang was paying attention to the dark corners around him, while watching the movement of the other three doors, his nerves were completely tense.

Soon he arrived at the safe exit. Han Yang stared at the other side of the room, and then began to read the words on it. There was a downward arrow painted on the iron door of the safe exit. Han Yang did not know that he painted it with red paint. Is it the murderer's evil taste to write these words, but he thinks it is very vulgar, the arrow points to the ground, there are three holes in front of the gate, which are probably just enough for three heads to pass through, and the people locked here Except for the bone shrinking skill, there is no way to enter here, let alone who knows where these three holes lead.

Han Yang looked at the writing on the door. It was still written in red paint. The font was neither neat nor messy. What was written on it was:

I'll open the door for you if I see a gift, but hurry up, lucky.