No matter what we were looking for, we still had to check the clues. Just as Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong were sweeping the fourth floor, the atmosphere between Xing Jun and Ahao on the third floor was also a bit strange.

The man who probably didn't reveal his real name was like his dress - he was purely aristocratic young master, and he followed Xing Jun boredly with his pants in his pocket. He had no intention of condescending to the nobles and reaching out to help. He didn't seem to be playing games, but he seemed to be making up numbers. Xing Jun is famous for his good temper. After turning over 303, he went to 301. It was also one of the accident sites recorded in the diary. Ahao now performed his only role - as a bodyguard who opened the door first, and then leaned against the door frame, and made a move to hide his merit and fame.

Xing Jun did not rush into the room, but stood in the corridor and stared at Ahao for a while. He looked very carefully, from head to toe, from words and actions to details of his clothes. I don’t know if his eyes were not offensive. The person he was staring at was very calm, and it can even be said that he looked at it as if nothing had happened. It was not until Xing Jun spoke that he slowly moved his gaze.

"Have I seen you?" Xing Jun asked, with a smile on his face, like a conversation that was no longer ordinary, but it was inappropriate for him to see this conversation. If Fei Rong was here, she would probably jump and shout, "Uncle, you will climb the wall if you are not on the seaside."

Ahao glanced at him with a reserved look, not knowing whether the look was considered disgusting, "I don't know you."

"If you don't know him, it doesn't mean you haven't seen him," Xing Jun didn't care about his indifference and said to himself: "Are you Qi'en's friend? So is Xu Ye? I'm not very familiar with Qi'en, and I know his friends more clearly, but I don't seem to have heard of the names of you two."

Ahao stopped talking, lowered his eyelashes, almost yawning to show his inability to the topic. Xing Jun changed direction tactfully and asked, "Do you use a knife? Or a long knife?" He looked at his hand, "I know there is such a person whose long knife makes it very beautiful."

Ahao continued to pretend that he didn't hear it. Xing Jun, who was performing a one-man show, smiled, and when he spoke, he mentioned a name that no one in the field team of the General Office was familiar with. "Professor Yan Miyan is a very interesting person, are you very interested in him?" His tone was curious, but it seemed to contain some other meaning, and the ending rhyme was inexplicably profound.

I don’t know if it was because he mentioned Yan Mi, but Ahao finally reacted, straightened up, looked at the face of the man in front of him with a cold look, and there was a slight evaluation in his eyes, which was fleeting, "Is intelligence artist..." He actually knew that there was someone like Xing Jun, "What kind of intelligence do you want to find here?"

Ahao's body is well-proportioned and powerful, and he is still tall. He is weak. He is standing in front of him. He is staring at him like a small animal being targeted by a beast. However, Xing Jun naturally relaxed his body and bent his eyebrows and said, "Occupational diseases, don't mind."

A temptation was eliminated in just six short words. A Hao seemed to have no intention of exploring it. He leaned his back back on the door frame with a bored look on his face, "Goggy people always don't live long."

On the fourth floor, Feng Rong and Lin Yingkong searched this floor without finding any more clues, so they turned around and went up to the rooftop. The iron door leading there was half open, and the lock on it had been opened by the Ehui where they were staying here. Feng Rong pushed the door open completely. The first thing that caught his eye was the dark sky above the rooftop, with sporadic lights dotted on it. He paused and said, "I remember... it's almost eight o'clock now."

"Hmm? Yes," they were teleported to this game area at six o'clock. Lin Yingkong estimated the approximate time, nodded, and said in confusion: "So?"

Feng Rong did not answer for a moment, but walked up to the rooftop and looked up at the sky above. Lin Yingkong also followed him and immediately noticed something was wrong. "It's not dawn yet?" His eyes could still capture the outline of something when there was light, but at this time his eyes were pitch black. Since it was not his problem, it could only be an outside problem.

"It looks like the morning," Even in winter, it is not normal before dawn. Feng Rong walked to the edge of the rooftop, tapped the barrier that was upside down on the rooftop, and then looked at the main building of the resort that was looming on the hillside. Looking around, most of the ruins had been cleared, leaving only a few dilapidated but relatively complete old buildings. The building they were in was far away from them, standing alone in a desert, "Do you have another space? Qi'en's great work."

Lin Yingkong heard what he meant and couldn't help frowning, "Qien did this just to play a game?" If it was just for this Singles' Day party, it could only be said that he was too extravagant. If it wasn't... Lin Yingkong thought of Qien's unusual attention to the minister and Hu Hui, who died tragically, for the first time he was wondering if he shouldn't have pulled Feng Rong so carelessly and stepped into the place.

"Whether it is really fake, it's not that easy to get out now. Let's get the matter in front of you first." Feng Rong withdrew his vision from afar and looked at the watch in his hand again - if he fell into this darkness for three days and two nights, how many people wouldn't be able to stand it? The so-called escape room... was well arranged.

There were some debris piled up on the rooftop, and several wooden racks for drying clothes occupied most of the space. There was no clothes, and there was only a red quilt hanging there quietly. It seemed that the things left by Aunt Lin left on the rooftop, which was drying the quilt and then disappeared. Feng Rong lifted it up and looked at it. The quilt was very clean and nothing unusual, just like it was just hung on a while ago. Feng Rong turned around and went around other places. Lin Yingkong's eyes were not good. Feng Rong did not let him interfere now. He instructed his shadow to poke and poke the barrier on the rooftop. He was not the kind of person who could solve puzzles and other teleportation. Since it was an escape room, they must finally find a way to leave here, just like the last time they were in a haunted house. Qi'en had no limit on any rules, so he could go violently.

Lin Yingkong made up for a moment, and the shadow under his control accidentally poked the wall of the brick-cemented guardrail. The shadow beast made a very stupid head-hunting move with a very humane manner. He guiltily stepped on the black shadow under his feet and told him not to be stupid, but he stopped quickly. The shadow poked the position he had just poked, and he ran over and knocked with the back of his hand, then knocked down a piece of cement with a little force, revealing the red brick surface inside.

"What did you find?" Feng Rong heard the movement here and walked over, his eyes falling on the exposed brick surface, and his eyebrows were towering, "This is..."

"What is it?" Lin Yingkong asked.

"It seems like another curse array." Feng Rong answered him first, then he found a tool to knock down the not-so-solid cement wall until the cement on the entire wall was cleaned. Feng Rong shone the flashlight upwards, and the dark red curse array was clearly displayed in front of him.

"Why is there another one?" Lin Yingkong was a little surprised, but as soon as the voice fell, he shut up and turned around and looked at the entrance of the rooftop with caution.

"Don't move." Feng Rong said softly, leaned straight there, and said as he walked: "Who is where?"

The visitor seemed to have no intention of opening his mouth. Before Feng Rong got close, a dark light came over. Feng Rong flickered sideways. The dark light turned around like eyes and went towards him. A demonic energy swam in. Feng Rong's eyes flashed slightly, raised his hand and threw a water ball, swam over slowly, colliding with the dark light, one by one, one slow, but they canceled out in an instant. At this moment, Feng Rong avoided the dark light and turned the rooftop on his back.

A more violent attack came from the door. The strong wind blew, almost sweeping the back of his head. Feng Rong lowered his body and did not use the inconvenient whip when approaching, but directly bent his fingers to face the next strong wind. But this bullet was not ordinary. The person who came took a breath and took back his hand, but the pain made the opponent speed up the offensive even more unyieldingly. In a few breaths, he had already formed a afterimage with Feng Rong that was difficult to capture with the naked eye.

Lin Yingkong originally wanted to wait for an opportunity to take action, but when he heard the man sucking air conditioner, his expression changed strangely. At this moment, another person on the stairs leading to the rooftop on the fourth floor came late. When he saw this scene, he was stunned and asked in surprise: "Why are you fighting? Ling Yaojia? Minister An?"

Isn't this the one who went to the first floor with Ling Yaojia, so isn't Ling Yaojia the one who fought with the minister? As soon as he appeared, the two people in the fight separated completely and retreated four or five steps to show a truce. However, Feng Rong was calm and calm, as if she didn't take her sneak attack to heart. Ling Yaojia was obviously unhappy. Looking at the stinging eyes, it was quite meaningful to fight with the Minister of the Spirit Law Enforcement Department, which is famous in the supernatural world.

After the surroundings calmed down, Lin Yingkong pretended to be innocent and listened to something, saying, "What's wrong? Minister, who have you fought with, Miss Yaojia?"

Lin Yingkong even spoke, Ling Yaojia barely squeezed out a little smile and said, "It's just a misunderstanding. The rooftop is a bit loud. I thought you had run into that demon."

"No, our group is quite calm, but the movements are a little too big, which alarms everyone. I have to bother Miss Yaojia to come and investigate and do it myself. It's really our fault." Lin Yingkong said with a smile.

His words sounded like he took Ling Yaojia's sneak attack as a joke, but Ling Yaojia heard his intention to protect Feng Rong, and also implied that she was brainless and impulsive, and her expression suddenly became ugly.

Ehui didn't think much like Ling Yaojia, but it was also heard that Ling Yaojia was attracted to the assistant. Seeing that Lin Yingkong had come forward to rescue him, he changed the subject and said, "What are you doing? You're doing this..." While speaking, he was also scanning the situation on the rooftop. He soon discovered the difference from when he was staying here. He was surprised: "How could there be two same summoning arrays?!"
Chapter completed!