Run with the ball in an escape game

Jing Huan couldn't remember how many times he woke up groggy from the coma, and he was almost pushed back by various discomforts when he regained consciousness.

Struggling to wake up and opening my eyes, I realized that I may have missed a lot of things again, and the world has changed.

He sat up from the sofa with difficulty, and first touched his lower abdomen with his hands.

It started with a warm arc, Mengmeng was probably exhausted, curled up quietly into a ball without any movement.Jing Huan's heart skipped a beat and he felt it carefully again, only to be relieved when he found that she had just fallen asleep.

He put down his mind and looked around carefully, the familiar room, the familiar furniture, this is his and Ying Mutian's home, every detail is exactly the same as in memory.

The house was very quiet, as if no one was there except him.

He called out, "Win Mutian?"

After finishing speaking, there was a noise from the kitchen, and Ying Mutian came out from inside, wearing an apron and holding chopsticks in his hands.

"Huanhuan, you called me?"

Jing Huan immediately asked: "What's going on?"

Ying Mutian replied: "I don't know the details, but we definitely didn't come back, but were sent directly to the next level. Tsk."

He was very upset, and continued: "It took me some strength to stabilize your physical condition, which made you a little weak, otherwise why would you be stuffed like this. Huanhuan, are you okay? How is your body?"

Jing Huan replied: "It's stabilized, it's fine for now. What are you doing?"

Ying Mutian raised his chopsticks and said triumphantly: "I'll prepare a sumptuous dinner for you, wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."

With that said, he got into the kitchen and continued to work.

Jing Huan leaned against the door frame of the kitchen and looked at him, feeling a vague sense of familiarity and happiness of going back to the past.

After staring at it for a while, he asked, "Is there any hint for this level? How did you get in?"

Ying Mutian replied: "When we first entered, we actually appeared in a bus station, which is the one closest to our house. You were unconscious, so I took you home. There are not many hints for this level, just There is a dungeon called Depths of Memory."

Jing Huan pondered: "Memory..."

Ying Mutian said: "Yes, we may be in your memory."

Jing Huan asked: "How can you be absolutely sure that it's in my memory? It's not yours?"

Ying Mutian replied: "After all, I have never taken a bus before."

He showed a disgusted expression: "That kind of iron box full of people is full of stench."

While speaking, he had finished cooking.The noodles are smoothly put into the bowl, and two poached eggs fried into hearts are placed on it, and a bowl of Anxin egg noodles is complete.

Jing Huan sat at the dining table and smelled the noodles, it was a familiar smell.

Ying Mutian smiled and said: "Eat quickly, it's a bit raw after not doing it for a long time, but I guarantee that the taste will never deteriorate."

Jing Huan took a sip and commented: "Not bad."

Ying Mutian was so happy that he was about to wag his tail: "Yes, I said it must be delicious. Eat it quickly, let's take a good rest after eating. It seems that this place is relatively safe now, and I will wake you up immediately if something happens."

After Jing Huan finished eating the noodles, he returned the bowl to the kitchen, then came out with a meat cleaver, and put it into a small leather bag under Ying Mutian's slightly horrified gaze.

Ying Mutian asked: "Huanhuan, what are you..."

Jing Huan put the bag on his back and replied, "I'm going to go for a walk first."

Ying Mutian looked out the window: "But Huanhuan, it's getting dark. You can rest, I'll go out and have a look."

Jing Huan shook his head: "I'm in good shape, don't waste time, let's go."

Seeing this, Ying Mutian didn't persuade him any more, and followed Jing Huan to the door.

Their home is in a high-end community, and there are not many residents in it, but it is around [-] o'clock in the evening, and there are still people walking around in the community.

Jing Huan looked at these passing people vigilantly, and took two steps back.

The faces of these passing community residents were all covered with a thick layer of mosaics, which looked creepy.But they didn't have any changes, just like ordinary passers-by.

Jing Huan took a few steps forward, carefully brushing past passers-by... without encountering any danger.

Ying Mutian said: "They have no face, probably because they are not the protagonists of memory. Or you have never remembered the appearance of these people."

Jing Huan was silent for a few seconds, well, he was really too lazy to recognize people.

When the two arrived at the station, the station was quiet and there was only one dim light, exactly the same as the day when Jing Huan set out to enter the game to find Ying Mutian.

The station... looks the same.

Jing Huan stood where he had stood that day, watching a bus approaching in the distance. No. 13, he has never taken this bus, and he doesn't know where the bus will go.

But today there is no destination, he just wandered around.

The bus stopped, Jing Huan and Ying Mutian got on the bus, and under the watchful eyes of the Mosaic driver, Jing Huan took out four one-yuan notes and stuffed them into the coin box.

If you look carefully, many details of the banknotes in your hand are also blurred, and no one will stare at the money to remember the position of each pattern on it.

The car moved forward slowly and merged into the traffic flow, and the surrounding scenery was exactly the same as in memory.Jing Huan took a few glances and found it boring, so he looked up to see where the next bus would stop.

Shuguang Garden, Taichang Street, Zhizhi intersection...

Jing Huan's pupils suddenly shrank, and his movements stopped instantly.

This bus has never been taken by myself, so why is the name of the stop here so clear?Here, not his memory.

The roar of the bus was amplified in the brain, and a chill was mixed with the spine climbing up.

"Huanhuan, what are you thinking about?"

Ying Mutian who was sitting next to him suddenly stuck up, his voice gentle and gentle.

Jing Huan rushed out of the seat almost immediately, holding the top handle with his right hand to stabilize his body while using momentum to turn his body around, and directly took out the kitchen knife from his bag with his left hand.

The driver in front caught a glimpse of this scene through the rearview mirror and immediately shouted: "Hey! What are you doing!?"

His voice was very strange, vague and with a strange rhythm, as if many different voices were combined, including males, females, old and young.

Jing Huan ignored him, but looked directly at Ying Mutian in front of him.

Ying Mutian looked very innocent: "Huanhuan, what are you doing? You don't think there is something wrong with me, do you?"

Jing Huan said calmly: "Of course there is a problem. You have been implying me from the beginning that this is my memory. The real him is the same as me. He never makes a conclusion without confirming something."

The other party said aggrievedly: "But, to have the memory of our family, there is no one else but me and you."

Jing Huan said: "Also, you have been trying to delay my time."

"Baby, you have been tired for so long, how can you not eat and rest? I love you..."

"Shut up! Disgusting." Jing Huan yelled to stop him, and said, "Is he a real person? Don't you know after a fight? If you have the ability, then don't get hit by me."

After finishing speaking, he took the kitchen knife and slashed fiercely.

Ying Mutian quickly dodged, grabbed the handrail lightly and vacated, and dodged the blow.Jing Huan then quickly slashed upwards, and was let out again.But Jing Huan's target is not him, but the curtain on one side.

The blade cut off the curtain directly, Jing Huan caught it with his hand and quickly threw it towards Ying Mutian's head.But Ying Mutian's hands had just left the armrest, and this time his head was completely covered, and the blade slashed across the air, directly slashing on his shoulder.

Jing Huan felt as if he had chopped something sticky, and a red-black viscous liquid dripped from the wound on "Ying Mutian"'s shoulder, dripping on the floor of the bus, giving off a stench.

Now, the speculation was confirmed.

Jing Huan hooked the corners of his mouth, but before he could smile, his expression changed, and he quickly reached out and grabbed the seat next to him.

Ahead, the bus driver screamed and slammed on the brakes. The huge inertia caused Jing Huan to fly forward, the arm holding the seat collapsed in pain, and the kitchen knife accidentally flew out of his hand.The fake Ying Mutian also flew upside down and hit the front windshield.

The car stops and the door opens automatically.

Jing Huan glanced at the kitchen knife that had gone somewhere, and decisively rushed out of the bus first.

There were a few passers-by with blurred faces on the side of the road where the bus was. They all stopped and looked at Jing Huan when they heard the commotion.After freezing for a second, pedestrians let out a tragic scream.

"Ahhh! Killed!"

"Blood! There is blood! Call the police!"

It appears that these things are not pure background plates.

Jing Huan cursed in a low voice, and rushed towards a deserted alley by the side of the road. After a few turns, he climbed the window and hid in the changing room of a clothing store.Hiding in the small changing room, he finally had time to clear his mind.

Let's call this dungeon Deep Memory, the name may have been tricked by the fake.But if it is assumed that this level is indeed related to memory, and my home may be my memory, what about the bus line that has never appeared?It is very possible that there are not only my own memories here, but also other people.

Who is that person, Jing Huan immediately had a bold guess.

Song Tong, the little fat man he met at the bus station when he first entered the game, and later passed him once... or twice?

Fake Ying Mutian said that the original scene of this dungeon was at the bus station, which further confirmed this guess.

Then the first task is to try to find that little fat man.

When I first met Song Tong, he seemed to have just left work, which meant that his workplace might be near the site.As for how to find it in the end, it's very simple, just go to a place where the surrounding things are not blurred.

The problem now is how to get out, the sticky red liquid all over my body will cause panic, then...

Jing Huan raised his eyes, and there was something that should be in the fitting room. He reached out and took off the clothes on the hook...Damn, it was a dress.

Well, the street is indeed dominated by women's clothing stores, and it's not like he hasn't worn skirts.

A few minutes later, a "female" wearing a white dress and a peaked cap, who seemed to be a few months pregnant, turned from the window into the corridor between the buildings. After identifying the direction from left to right, the figure quickly disappeared.

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