The chicken was offended

The Ferris wheel is 180 meters high. Except for the triangular bracket underneath, the radius is less than 90 meters. With such a large circumference, when viewed from a distance, the rotation angle of this behemoth per minute is very small. It can be said that the rotation speed is very slow.

However, in the human illusion, the flow of time does not flow at a uniform speed.This huge monster is obviously moving at a constant speed, but Lu Yifei feels that the time waiting for the arrival of the target car seems to be difficult for every breath, and on the other hand, he feels that the iron chains are tightening Wang Mingcheng too fast, and he only hopes to slow down, slow down .

On the same platform, every time the carriage took a step closer to him, Wang Mingcheng was one step closer to his death.Perhaps this is the balance of life and death that the Ferris wheel seeks.

At this moment, the cockpit under his feet has moved to the far right side of the Ferris wheel, and will soon overlap part of the carriage he is in.Lu Yifei was waiting for this opportunity.

His tight back was arched, one foot was kneeling and the other was arched, like a long-distance runner, ready to go, just waiting for the starting gun to sound.His astonishingly bright eyes, like light spots through a convex lens, focused on the minute-by-second movement of the cockpit under his feet.

Lu Yifei estimated that when the cockpits overlapped, it took only 3 minutes for Wang Mingcheng to be pulled to the limit by the iron chains!

He must complete a series of actions such as finding tools and using tools to save people within 3 minutes.He had to jump ahead of time in order to leave more time for saving people.

He is physically weak, and he is limited by his physical weakness in everything he does, but now he is carrying the fresh life of another person, and he must not willingly show weakness to fate.

3, 2, 1... is now!

Lu Yifei stepped forward with one leg and strode into the air. The free-falling wind lifted his hair back, and he landed firmly with a bang, but the landing position was slightly to the left of the top of the wheel-shaped cockpit, causing the cockpit to start violently. shaking.

Lu Yifei gripped the axle tightly, like driftwood in the torrent, his temples protruding left and right under the skin.

2 and a half minutes left.

Lu Yifei waited for the swing of the wheeled carriage to weaken, then hung his lower body down, swung his foot back vigorously, kicked open the door of the carriage that was not locked at first, and an awkward Taishan Hanging Tree jumped into the carriage neatly internal.

2 minutes left.

There is a mahogany music box on the seat on one side.Before he had time to think about it, he raised his hand and opened it, and there was a slender brass key inside!He shouted out, "Here's the key to your chain!"

But with more than 1 minute left, he has no way to transfer the key to Wang Mingcheng!

Throw it to him, not to mention that Wang Mingcheng has no hands to pick it up, but if he has hands and feet, how can he catch it at a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles!Even if he went down the carriages one by one, in the remaining minute or so, there was no time at all.

What to do, what to do, Lu Yifei's back was dripping with cold sweat.There must be something else he missed. The game shouldn't have a death-defying ending.

Lu Yifei violently lifted off the plastic cushion on the iron seat, two pieces of his nails flew away but he didn't care about the pain at all, he lifted the other side and looked under the empty seat.

No, no, nothing from top to bottom!His face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was cold sweat or tears.

Countdown to 30 seconds.

Wang Mingcheng was hanging by his hands and feet, and his internal organs were uncomfortable with his own weight. There was nowhere to focus on his body, but his mind became more and more clear. His eyes passed through the rotating axle screaming from the god of death.It was this calmness that allowed him to see the hope of life, and he shouted loudly with all his strength: "There is a gun under your feet!"

Countdown to 15 seconds.

Looking at the flat car floor, Lu Yifei quickly realized that Wang Mingcheng was talking about the bottom of the car, so he quickly leaned out his upper body, and sure enough, there was a gun glued under the cockpit with nano-glue.

Ordinary guns are useless at this time, but this is clearly an electromagnetic pulse gun!It can disrupt electronic fluctuations and even overwhelm electrical systems.This is their only hope.

9, 8, 7...

In 6 seconds, Lu Yifei pointed at the motor position of the Ferris wheel and pressed the trigger of the pulse gun hard.

In 5 seconds, there was a strange sizzling sound from inside the behemoth.

4 seconds, the motor is still roaring.

For 3 seconds, the Ferris wheel was still turning slowly.

In 2 seconds, the chain got into Wang Mingcheng's hands and feet, pulling him straight. He was about to reach the limit, and he swallowed hard and made an angry sound.

In 1 second, Lu Yifei threw away the pulse gun, tears covered his face, and sat on the floor of the carriage with his head buried and his legs hugged, like a fetus in a mother's womb.

0, the Ferris wheel stopped.

Inertia made the carriage where Lu Yifei was still shaking slightly, and he couldn't bear to see Wang Mingcheng being torn apart and his ostrich head buried in his knees.Wan Lai seemed to hear something in the silence: Come out and give me the key...

Lu Yifei was still weeping unconsciously: "Everyone is gone, why do you need a key...

Ok?

It doesn't seem to be an auditory hallucination.He wiped his red and swollen eyes, and stretched out his head before blowing his nose.

Wang Mingcheng was hung in the air, his strong body supported by the core strength of his waist, and he yelled at him weakly: "What the hell are you doing, if you don't untie it, I will really burst."

"I won't let you open... woohoo... I, I'll come down right away."

Lu Yifei's swollen eyes were full of tears, and with the key in his mouth, he staggered to the next carriage, unable to stand still.

Wang Mingcheng didn't dare to yell at him anymore, and was even a little weak: "Don't worry... Take every step steadily before coming down."

On the other side, the two people in the haunted house looked at each other.

Yang Luan covered his mouth to prevent himself from gagging, and rational tears came out of his widened eyes.Meng Lang was also a little uncomfortable, so he had to pat her on the back to make her feel better.

Yang Luan took a deep breath, and said in disbelief: "This vicious princess actually peeled off the skin of her relatives to make that leather bag, how could she do it, vomit..." Hearing what the soldier said outside, Yang Luan suddenly realized The leather bag with a strange texture that allows the princess to fit in is made of human skin.

Meng Lang recalled the princess's delicate and innocent face, and then thought of the practice of killing relatives with his own hands and skinning and removing the bones, he felt a chill in his body, but no one could do such a thing.

"I understand! Didn't your friend say 'helping the evildoer'? It must be that saving the princess itself is unreasonable. Maybe everything is a conspiracy by the princess." Yang Luan said, patting his still uncomfortable stomach.

These words did not aggravate Meng Lang's fear, but increased his doubts: "But killing her own relatives, she can't get any benefits. It is also her country and her people, so there must be a motive." After working with Lu Yifei and the others for so long, Meng Lang knew that some things should not be taken on the surface, let alone that the story was full of doubts.

"Don't you know road demons and perverted serial killers? This kind of anti-social personality is to vent your desires. There is no reason." Yang Luan found such a reason and tried to persuade Meng Lang.

After a glimpse, the heartbroken eyes he saw made it hard for him to imagine that the princess in the story was such a person.

There is a light in front, continue to move forward, this time it is no longer a sculpture, it is like returning to an ordinary haunted house, and a normal set appears.

On the left, a witch with a long nose and sunken eyes holds a small swaddle in her arms, which is a baby.The baby opened its mouth wide and cried, but the witch smiled happily, with a sly light in her shrewd eyes.There are many people in Chinese clothes standing around, and the whole scene is like a gathering of nobles.

But the party doesn't seem to be that fun.People's gazes were dull or frightened, beautiful ladies covered their mouths, and decent gentlemen staggered and fell, as if hearing something shocking.

The set on the right is just the opposite.The high throne shows that this is above the royal court, the king and queen are kind and happy, and there are three princes from other countries standing under the throne.The three are good-looking, dressed in exotic clothes, kneeling on one knee to present gifts to the king.And in the curtain behind the throne, half of a delicate cheek leaked out, it was clearly the shy and timid princess herself.

This should be the picture of the foreign prince coming to marry the princess.

After pondering for a long time, Meng Lang had to make a hypothesis: "Did the princess be cursed by a witch, and then go crazy?" Yang Luan hugged his chest and nodded. She was still looking closely at the princess's appearance, "Sure enough It's a person who can't be judged by his appearance, the female devil is so mad, but she looks so good-looking, I don't know which prince she likes?"

The two looked at the three princes carefully, focusing on the third prince from near to far. This prince was wearing a crow-blue cloak. Meng Lang felt a little familiar: "Yang Luan, do you think this looks familiar?"

Yang Luan: "!! Damn it" Isn't this the knight who was suspected to be alive before!

Meng Lang's eyes gradually widened, apparently he also realized that the two took a big step back tacitly, and were about to run away immediately, but this time the prince didn't draw out his sword and point it at them.

"I don't seem to have a sword on my body, and I can't match a sword with Wang Ting..." Seeing that Meng Lang wanted to get closer, Yang Luan's hairs stood on end. She was not afraid of traps or fire pits, just facing these The gods and ghosts can't exert their strength.

But nothing happened.The two continued to walk forward.The following scene is a warm wedding preparation scene. The princess' bedroom is decorated with gilded wine utensils, flowers all over the room, and wedding gifts from ministers.However, the princess sat on the couch, frowning.

"Did you see the murder weapon? I was lying on the bed thinking about how to do it." Yang Luan pointed to the handle of the dagger under the princess's pillow.

Go any further and there will be no more light, no more corners and rough obstacles.

Meng Lang asked Yang Luan to pull his clothes so that the two of them would not be separated. It was getting colder and colder somewhere in the darkness, as if they were approaching the depths of a cave.A dragon's chant suddenly passed by my ear, and I looked at my feet, and it turned into a cliff. With just one step, the two of them would fall into the cliff thousands of feet away.

Borrowing the light from the outside world, the two stepped back vigilantly, only to find that this place really turned into a cave.

There was a cliff behind him. Meng Lang wanted to go back to the way they came, but found that the way they came had disappeared. This was a cave, and it was just a cave. The only exit was that section of the cliff.

Are we trapped in the dungeon? Meng Lang was amazed and asked Yang Luan to explore around. There were huge scratches on the cave wall, and there was a huge nest made of branches and leaves deep in the cave.

Meng Lang: "...If I'm not mistaken, we're probably in the dragon's lair."

Yang Luan: "Then what if you made a mistake."

Meng Lang: "Then we are in the belly of the magic dragon, and the only hole is the anus... are you...serious."

You can shut up, Yang Luan covered his chattering mouth with a palm.

A gust of wind blew up at the entrance of the cave, and the rolled up leaves and gravel hit the magical expressions of the two people, at least proving that the two of them were not in the belly of the dragon.

The dragon landed in the hole, retracting its huge wings.He stared at the two for a long time, as if he finally understood something, and pushed the two into the depths of the cave.

The depths of the cave are not as dark as imagined, and the walls of the cave are inlaid with luminous pearls and sparkling diamonds.Meng Lang knew that he couldn't take away the things in the hallucination, so he simply didn't look at him and was driven into it.

There were two statues inside, one was the statue of the knight who was suspected of chasing them, and the other was a girl holding a dagger, her beautiful face was distorted by hatred.However, if you look closely, it seems that there is a natural difference between this and the statue, just because these two 'statues' have breathing and soft skin.

This is a living person!

Meng Lang nervously looked at the two 'statues' that were still relatively safe, and stared blankly at the dragon, wondering what he was going to do, until the dragon pushed a sharp sword in front of him.

"What do you mean? Kill me to help you two?"

The dragon tilted his head, not knowing what he was talking about, and gestured with his head again.

Yang Luan understood, and forced a smile: "Stop joking, you asked us to kill one of them?"