The bread fell down and landed on An Wujiu's legs. He glanced down and then looked up at them.

Ueno did not express his opinion on Liu Chengwei's actions just now, and he urged him with a smile, "You can take a bite." But An Wujiu had no appetite at this moment, and he gave Ueno a smile, "No, thank you."

Ueno did not respond, but just glanced at Liu Chengwei. Liu Chengwei twitched irritably, picked up the bread on An Wujiu's legs, and suddenly held An Wujiu's chin with his other hand.

"Why are you standing there?" Liu Chengwei kicked An Wujiu's lower abdomen, pressed his legs with his legs, and used this fierce method to fix him on the sofa and couldn't run away. He turned around and shouted to Ueno, "Please help."

An Wujiu guessed that they were not just here to deliver food to him, but Liu Chengwei pressed him tightly, and the knee of his other leg directly pressed his seriously injured wrist. An Wujiu could not resist at all. He struggled, and saw Ueno holding the dry and hard bread and forcibly stuffing it into his mouth. He shook his head to resist, and Liu Chengwei pinched it tighter, almost pinching his face to pieces.

"Cough! Cough cough!" The bread was almost choked into the trachea, and An Wujiu had to swallow it and coughed uncontrollably.

"It should be OK..." Ueno asked Liu Chengwei, "As long as you eat it, the mission will be successful."

Task……

It was indeed to complete his mission.

An Wujiu, who was coughing with his head down, turned red. The food that was stuffed in was suffocating him along with humiliation.

Liu Chengwei smiled, "That means, I can snatch it too? I'll give it a try."

"You only have two chances." Ueno was afraid that he would suffer a loss, so he tried to stop him.

Liu Chengwei ignored it at all. On the one hand, he wanted to make this so-called "strong" guy defeated and embarrassed, so that he could get great satisfaction. On the other hand, he believed in his ability and knew that he would not fall to the point of lack of supplies.

"I just snatched it."

He took away half of the bread that An Wujiu had not eaten completely, and the floating label on the bread suddenly became the words [Liu Chengwei].

Liu Chengwei laughed, "It's really OK!"

Ueno stood on tiptoe and looked, "Ah, it's yours so soon."

"What are you afraid of? Haven't you completed the task of sharing food? You're still missing tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. By then, your supplies will be much better than me."

"Too."

They left with a smile and talk. Before leaving, Liu Chengwei kicked An Wujiu, because the bread he spit out stained his shoes.

Leaning leaning against the sofa, An Wujiu, who was depressed, suddenly had an idea in his mind, which was a strategy that could save himself, but was quite vicious.

But he quickly gave up, as determined as if he had put out a cigarette butt. He even had some self-doubt and felt strange that he could come up with such a way.

He sat quietly for a while, and when An Wujiu stood up, it was already eleven o'clock. Thirst made him move instinctively and walked to the place where Shen Ti was standing before, but now the other party is gone.

Finally, An Wujiu stopped in front of the low cabinet. For a moment, he picked up the bottle of champagne abandoned by Shen Ti and took a big sip into the bottle.

The taste is not bad.

He raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, picked up the bottle and walked towards another door of the living room. There was another long and winding corridor. The gloomy narrow path was invisible. An Wujiu couldn't see the end of it every meter of the wall. Every time he walked by, the thing suddenly lit up. It was a lamp in the shape of a young angel, but only the head of an angel.

One by one, they shine behind An Wujiu and then extinguish.

He walked slowly and realized that this was not a straight corridor, but a corner.

There was a voice of dialogue, but it was very quiet, and An Wujiu couldn't hear the content. He immediately withdrew his footsteps before stepping past the lamp and stood in the darkness.

His footsteps were very light and almost inaudible, so the other party did not notice him. With his memory of the sound, he could vaguely identify that it was Yang Ming and Ueno.

Although he couldn't hear the content clearly, An Wujiu also noticed some strangeness. Unlike Yang Ming's previous state of trying to control everything, in this conversation, the timid Ueno obviously said more, but Yang Ming just responded and didn't say anything.

If you want to hear it clearly, you must get close, but An Wujiu doesn't want to take risks.

Soon, the conversation weakened and eventually disappeared. He heard the steps of the two people and dissipated inward.

Standing quietly in the corridor for a while, An Wujiu walked in.

The structure inside is more complex. At the end of the corridor is a small square-structured porch with four or five doors. One of them is a Baroque circular arch with exquisite angel statues carved on it. There is a projection of the word "[lounge] above the arch. Originally, the white arch should have a delicate and sacred sense of art, but probably in the morning, there was no light on here, and the projection of the faint green became the only light source for the dark porch. Even the holy angel relief on the arch became very strange.

An Wujiu turned his head and projected on the other doors were [Piano Room], [Reading Room], [Data Room] and [Conference Room]. Behind the door was a long and deep roundabout corridor.

The structure of this bunker is quite suitable for secret meetings.

Behind the door of [Lounge] is a new porch. As soon as An Wujiu pushed the door in, he saw Zhong Yirou's back.

The porch is spacious and slightly brighter than the previous porch, with eight different carved arches marked with numbers 1 to 8 and names respectively.

[1 Yang Ming], [2 Zhong Yirou], [3 Ueno Dacheng], [4 Wu You], [5 An Wujiu], [6 Lao Yu], [7 Shen Ti], [8 Liu Chengwei]

"It's not entirely based on survival value, right?" Zhong Yirou said directly without turning her head.

An Wujiu had no disguise and nodded lightly.

She turned her head and smiled at An Wujiu, "You are walking without sound."

"Then how did you find out?" An Wujiu asked.

Zhong Yirou raised her eyebrows, "Girl's intuition." After saying that, she showed a deliberate apology in her eyes, "What should I do? You are completely targeted now."

An Wujiu didn't say anything, he was judging what this woman's attitude was now.

"I said it directly." Zhong Yirou raised her hands, "I can't help you at the moment."

She retrieved her parameters, and a blood bar with fluorescent green appeared on her head. "My martial arts value is the lowest. Even if I use it to breastfeed myself twice, there are only three bloods. If I really fight for the duel, I will not be able to protect myself."

Hearing that she was so direct, An Wujiu felt much more relaxed. He thought of something and asked at a very slow speed: "What happens if you die?"

"Didn't Shengyin say it? Brain dead." She clicked her temples, "Didn't we all enter the game cabin in reality? That thing is like a capsule. If it's really dead, and it's confirmed that it hasn't been faked after 24 hours. The device in the capsule automatically bounces us into the processing plant and recycles it into fertilizer." After saying that, she showed a disgusting expression, "This way of dying is not elegant at all."

"How do you know?" An Wujiu asked.

Zhong Yirou paused, and the face, which was always full of spirit and charm, rarely showed a dull look.

"I've seen it with my own eyes."

She frowned slightly and quickly let go. Her open-minded look came very quickly. "When I entered the capsule, my little sister was next to me. We made an appointment to come out together, but she... took a step first."

After hearing these, An Wujiu was a little moved. He had already started to comfort his words, but his mouth couldn't keep up and was snatched by Zhong Yirou.

"So," she didn't hide it, "In order to survive, I might not necessarily stand on Yang Ming's side."

An Wujiu nodded and said nothing.

His well-behaved and sensible look made Zhong Yirou even more suspicious of Yang Ming's words. She kindly provided the strategy, "If you do this, it's better to have a good relationship with Ueno or Liu Chengwei. One of them can copy supplies and the other can grab them. Maybe they will share some of you at that time."

An Wujiu didn't say anything, and he didn't plan to tell Zhong Yirou what had just happened. However, Zhong Yirou was too smart and kept staring at his red cheeks.

The feeling of being examined was not very comfortable, An Wujiu tried to walk away. He noticed that a thick-looking book was fixed on the wall next to Door 8, so he walked towards that.

"You don't really plan to let everyone survive safely, right?" Zhong Yirou followed him and stepped in front of the book.

"Do you think I... are lying?" An Wujiu reached out to the book.

This book has been looking for a long time, but this page cannot be opened, as if it has been frozen for a long time, covered with a thick layer of dust.

"Yang Ming said it too much, but when you said those words, my heart was still a little moved. I haven't met a good person at the altar for a long time, even a fake good person who pretends to be very similar."

An Wujiu smiled and said nothing.

"Idealists will become short-lived here."

Seeing him open the book, Zhong Yirou also came up, blowing away the dust on it, pronounced the contents of these two pages out loud, with a lot of blank space and few words, and it seemed that all the writing was a requirement.

"1. Players need to enter the personal rest room at night, and after twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, they will release the hypnotic gas in the entire range to force sleep (except for employees using the stay-up skills). After falling asleep, the player will not wake up until the medicine completely dissipates at 6 o'clock in the morning.

2. Before twelve o'clock in the first night, you can enter the next room in your lounge, both left and right, and other rooms cannot be entered. No. 1 and No. 8 are also considered next door. Using forced means to enter other rooms is considered a foul (except for the skills used by wanderers), and half of the energy value is deducted.

3. If you have gone to other rooms for a stay in the first night, you need to follow the path of the first night to enter the next room. If you have not stayed overnight, both left and right paths can be used, and so on.

4. You can stay in other people's rooms without foul."

After reading it, Zhong Yirou pondered for a moment.

"What a strange rule, like playing chess." She turned her head to see An Wujiu, with an expression that her own point of view needed to be recognized.

In order to satisfy her, An Wujiu nodded.

"So, for example, you." She stood at the door of Room 5, "If you don't want to go to your room tonight, you can only go to No. 4 or No. 6, and the next night you can only..."

"Go to No. 3 or No. 7." An Wujiu continued.

"That's right." Zhong Yirou stood in front of the door of No. 5 and thought, "But as per the regulations, you will be forced to fall asleep at twelve o'clock. Even if you go to other people's rooms, what can you do? Could you do something indescribable?"

It was obviously a dirty joke, but An Wujiu's expression in front of him was completely unrest, and his eyes were even innocent. He repeated Zhong Yirou's words, with a little doubtful tone, "It's undescribable..."

After saying these words, Gate No. 7 suddenly opened from the inside with a bang.

It's serious.

He walked out with a red hood headset and shook his head.

Zhong Yirou was frightened by him and flashed a moment, "Why are you here?"

Chen Ti pointed to the number 7 on the door and his name, reached out to open his door handle, opened the door, closed it again, then walked to the door of door No. 5, reached out to twist the door handle, but couldn't open it, turned around to face the two of them, raised their arms and crossed them in front of their chests, and made a "no" gesture.

Zhong Yirou narrowed her eyes and turned her head to look at An Wujiu, her voice was very small.

“…Is this person a mute?”

An Wujiu shook his head and poked it directly, "He... had just said something."

Chen Ti Chong An Wujiu, wearing a mask, tilted his head and put his hands on his waist to show his dissatisfaction.

Zhong Yirou ignored his actions and continued to ask: "What did you say?"

An Wujiu paused for two seconds, as if he was hesitating, but finally took a breath, put the bottle of wine in his hand on the ground, and raised his hand to cover his mouth.

"ah."

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