Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    Honeysuckle just washed the pillowcase, Lian Qiao came back from outside with a bowl of steaming beef noodles.

    "Honeysuckle?" He put the noodle bowl on the table, and stuck his head into the bathroom in surprise, "What are you doing in there?"

    Lian Qiao thought that Lian Qiao might be embarrassed, so she shook off the water droplets and said, "I'm brushing my teeth and washing my face."

    "Ow." Lian Qiao replied with a smile, "Come out for breakfast."

    "Why did you get up so early?" Ren Dong glanced at her watch, it was only half past seven. As soon as I walked out of the bathroom, the aroma of beef noodles came out, which made the honeysuckle appetite a lot, and my stomach growled.

    Lian Qiao snapped and took apart the disposable chopsticks and handed them to him: "I was afraid that you were going to bed late and that you won't have time for breakfast, so I got up early and bought you a bowl of noodles."

     Honeysuckle warmed her heart, and the corners of her mouth curled into a smile.

    After breakfast, Honeysuckle was about to go to class, but saw a person running over in a hurry.

    "It's not good, it's not good!" The man lowered his voice and looked around like a thief.

    Honeysuckle recognized this as one of her teammates, and couldn't help being surprised: "What?"

    The man said: "It's dead again! Come on!"

    Lian Dong was startled, turned her head away, and looked at Lian Qiao. He saw the same shock in Lian Qiao's eyes.

    Lianqiao Lianqiao followed the man to the room at the end of the corridor. The door was closed, and the man knocked on the door three times and one short time, and then said "it's me" to the door, and the door opened a crack.

    A pair of vigilant eyes appeared in the crack of the door, it was the long-haired aunt.

    "It's you." The long-haired aunt was slightly relieved when she saw that it was Lianqiao Lianqiao. But she didn't let her guard down, she glanced at the corridor cautiously, then opened the door and greeted the three of them to come in, "Come on, don't let anyone see."

    This secretive appearance makes Honeysuckle feel very strange. It's not the first time I've seen a dead person, so why are you so sneaky and startled?

    After entering the door, Honeysuckle realized that everyone was concentrated in this room. But for some reason, everyone was crowded together, standing close to the door. As if there was something terrifying in the room, people were afraid to approach.

    "What's the matter?" Honeysuckle asked.

    Everyone covered their noses and turned around to make way for them: "See for yourself!"

    Lianqiao Lianqiao walked into the crowd and was immediately shocked by the sight in front of her.

    I saw a man and a woman lying side by side on the bed, both neatly dressed, their hands folded on their chests, like sleeping Egyptian pharaohs. However, the scary thing is that the necks of the two were dripping with blood. A closer look showed that the neck bones and muscles were hollowed out, leaving only a thin layer of skin that still connected the body and head.

    The sheets and mattresses were soaked with blood, and the blood had dried up and turned dark red. Two dark red blood flowers bloomed under the two of them, and the walls and ceiling were also sprayed with blood.

    I haven't seen such an exciting scene for a long time, and Honeysuckle is a little uncomfortable. He covered his nose, feeling that he would spit it out if he stayed there any longer. For some reason, he remembered the scene when he first saw the **** scene in the copy of the Russian nesting doll, he couldn't help but turn his face and glanced at Lian Qiao worriedly.

    He really grew a lot.

    Honeysuckle sighed in her heart: And me? After so many dungeons, have I grown into a real boss?

    Aunt with long hair: "Just now. They didn't come down during breakfast. I came to knock on the door and found it was open, and then..."

    Lian Qiao glanced at everyone, everyone nodded quickly, and responded: "Yes, yes." "She is right."

    Lian Qiao squinted at the long-haired aunt, and said mockingly, "Oh, it's you again."

    The long-haired aunt bit her lip and didn't answer.

     Honeysuckle was taken aback. He clearly felt that Lian Qiao was hostile to the long-haired aunt. Why? Is it because the long-haired aunt disagrees with him? The relationship between the orphanages was still very harmonious...

    Lian Qiao is not such a small-bellied person, and will not target anyone for the sake of disagreement. unless…

     Honeysuckle frowned, and her eyes fell on the two corpses again.

    He remembered that the two were also a couple. However, unlike Jiang Li and the others back then, the two were really a transparent couple, as if they were just entering the elevator world for the second time. They relied entirely on luck and found the orphanage by accident on the winter night of 1992, and have been hiding behind everyone's back since then.

    The reason they say they are transparent is because these days they seldom take the initiative to express their opinions. Having said that, the dungeon this time was very strict from the beginning, and the pure rookie would not survive the next day at all. The two of them are the youngest in the team, and it is understandable to follow the big guys.

    It is precisely because of their inexperience and cowardice that these two live with great care. In contrast, Honeysuckle felt that the scarred man and the Peking Opera monk had a much higher chance of death than them.

    However, the reality is that the witty little apple is dead, and the cautious little transparents are also dead.

    The three people died in almost the same way, with their necks hollowed out, leaving only a layer of skin. Whether the murderer is a human or a ghost, there must be something in common between these three people.

    What is it?

    Honeysuckle subconsciously walked towards the corpse, wanting to study it more carefully. He had just raised his leg, but he couldn't have been caught by someone.

    "Don't step on the blood." Lian Qiao said.

    Honeysuckle took a step back, stood back on the clean carpet, and asked in surprise, "What's wrong with the blood?"

    Lian Qiao said: "Blood is nothing, but if you step on the blood, it will destroy the scene. If the police come, it is inevitable that you will be interrogated."

    Honeysuckle was stunned for a moment, and suddenly understood why the man just looked around like a thief when he came to inform them, and the long-haired aunt would only let them in after confirming that there was no one around.

    In this instance, the police system is operational. In the past, in Samsara, Lianqiao was arrested and locked up in a detention center for a few days for beating up the people's teacher. When Xiao Apple died, the police quickly arrived at the scene. Not only did they set up a blockade, they even informed the teachers and students of the school not to spread rumors until the case was clarified. It's pretty close to reality.

    According to this line of thinking, if the two deceased are made public at this time, the police will definitely find them. Even if his innocence is confirmed, when the police station's procedures are over, Ren Dong's college years will be wasted.

     Wanting to understand this, Ren Dong suddenly changed her mind towards these teammates.

    If this was brought up by Joe Lian, he would not be surprised at all. But this time, everyone had already considered so much before Lian Qiao's arrival.

    Honeysuckle subconsciously took a deep breath, but she couldn't be choked on the **** gas. This room was originally small, and at this time there were so many people crowded, the carbon dioxide exhaled by the living and the stench of the dead mixed together, making the air extremely turbid.

    Honeysuckle coughed twice, and even Joe pulled him over and whispered: "You go to class first, leave it to me here."

    Honeysuckle shook her head: "It's okay, I can ask for leave." Today is a finance major, and he doesn't need to listen to it at all.

    Lian Qiao smiled: "Are you still worried about me?"

    Honeysuckle looked at him strangely: "Of course not, I just want to..."

    "No, you don't want to." Lian Qiao interrupted him gently, "You have limited energy, you can't do everything. You forgot what you promised me? Don't be too demanding. Own."

    "..." Honeysuckle was speechless for a while, knowing that he was distressed for himself, but always felt a little uneasy.

    Although Lian Qiao sent him to class, he didn't trust him alone, so he asked the monk to accompany him.

    After Xu Rendong left, Lian Qiao surveyed the scene again. However, when Ren Dong was absent, he became dumb, no matter what others said to him, he looked back coldly and said nothing. The hostility was just about to come out.

    After the autopsy, I don't know what he thought, and left the hotel without a word. It looks like it's going back up the mountain.

    Everyone was in a bad mood, so they went to the backyard of the hotel together to breathe. The yard was extremely secluded, and no one came. Everyone was basking in the sun, their expressions all withered, and no one spoke.

    After some time, the long-haired aunt broke the silence.

    "I think we need to do it soon. He doesn't trust us anymore."

    The "he" in her mouth obviously refers to Lian Qiao.

    When everyone heard this, they lowered their heads silently, not knowing what they were thinking. The scarred man sneered and said, "If I quit now, will I be cut off my neck and thrown on the street tomorrow?"

    The long-haired aunt narrowed her eyes: "What do you mean?"

      So let's do it first and kill them, right?"

    The long-haired aunt widened her eyes: "What nonsense are you talking about? How could I possibly kill someone?"

    The scarred man laughed: "How could it be possible to kill? Do you have the face to say this? Isn't what you are discussing with us now about killing?"

    The long-haired aunt was at a loss for words. Someone glared at the scarred man and said, "Why? Are you going to defect and stand on Lian Qiao's side?"

    The scarred man sneered: "I'm not on which side, I just can't stand her behavior!" He pointed to the long-haired aunt's nose and cursed, "You killed Xiao Apple too, right? We were discussing how to besiege Lian Qiao in the gym that day. You said you heard a sound outside, but when you went out and looked back, you said there was no one there. Did you decide to kill Xiao Apple at that time?!"

    The long-haired aunt turned pale, and retorted sharply: "You spit! How could I kill Xiaomao? Wasn't I with you when she had an accident? Besides, why do you think you killed him? Little Apple must be a human? Who knows if she was unlucky and triggered some death condition!"

    Scar man: "Then tell me, what did she do?"

    Aunt with long hair: "How do I know?"

    Scar man: "Hehe, I can't make it up!"

    The long-haired aunt was furious: "You...!" She raised her hand, posing to hit the scarred man. Unexpectedly, the scarred man would not dodge or dodge, but instead greeted him with his head held high.

    "I'm so embarrassed and angry? Are you going to kill someone on the spot?" The man with the scar became more and more angry, stepped forward and grabbed her neck, "Okay, I Let's see if you kill me first or if I kill you first!"

    "Woo..." After all, the long-haired aunt was a weak woman, and was strangled by the tall scarred man, like a chick in her hand. She looked around for help, but found that everyone lowered their heads and avoided her eyes.

    The long-haired aunt felt a chill in her heart. She suddenly realized that what she had lost was not only even Joe's trust - everyone was no longer on her side!

    As soon as she thought about it, she burst into tears.

    "How can you do this... woo... I don't want to die, my son is still in junior high school!" She was full of tears and begged the scarred man, "You let me go, I was wrong please let me go! woo woo woo..."

    Scarface was a bit macho, and he was impulsive to act on the long-haired aunt, but when he heard the other party begging for mercy, he snorted coldly and let go of his hand.

    The long-haired aunt fell to the ground, still crying.

    "I really didn't kill Xiao Apple, I have such a good relationship with her, how can you say that about me..."

    The scarred man saw that she was crying heartbroken, his face was a little unbearable, he hesitated and asked, "It's really not you?"

    The long-haired aunt cried: "It's not me! How many times do you want me to say it, it's really not me! I didn't kill those two people today! How could I be a girl like me? them!"

    Everyone thought it made sense. However, those who have survived until now are all old players, and no one knows what cards the opponent has in their hands. Therefore, everyone just listened to the confession of the long-haired aunt so casually, and would not really believe it.

    "Okay, don't make any noise." Someone said, "The noise will be heard again."

    The scarred man snorted: "Anyway, if you have any plans in the future, you don't have to take me with you. I won't go to inform. That's it." He put his hands in his pockets, Annoyed and left.

    Everyone in the courtyard looked at each other with mixed emotions. In the secluded yard, only the long-haired aunt was crying, which was annoying.

    Fortunately, the long-haired auntie knew the interest and cried for a few minutes. Seeing that no one comforted her, she stopped crying.

    "It's not really me." She choked and concluded.

    Someone in the team suddenly said: "Actually, I think everyone is being led astray by Joe. He doesn't trust us, so he thinks that Little Apple was killed by us. But what if? A small apple was really killed by a ghost..."

    These words resonated with two or three people, and soon someone asked: "But what are the conditions of death?"

    Everyone fell silent again.

    No one knows what Little Apple did before he died. As for the two who died today, after having dinner with everyone yesterday, they went back to their room and locked the door to rest. What they are doing hiding in the room, I am afraid only the ghosts know.

    This dungeon is different from the past. Although everyone is not a novice, they still have no idea.

    On the first winter night, there were only a handful of people who could enter the orphanage to escape the severe cold, so until now no one knows how many initial players there are, and how many people died in obscurity first night. The difficulty of the dungeon is directly related to the number of participants, and of course, it is also related to the key players themselves.

    Now, everyone already knows that this dungeon is the final dungeon of Xu Rendong and Lian Qiao, and it must be extremely difficult. But how hard is it? No one has an idea.

    After all, these so-called old players who were present only participated in three dungeons at most.

    The copy of the elevator world is too difficult for ordinary people, really too difficult. Most people don't even survive the first copy at all.

    Even if these people are old players, how many of them really pass the level with their own abilities? Many people are just lucky enough to hug the big guy's thigh, how many wise decisions can they be expected to make?

    In the silence of everyone, the long-haired aunt who was sitting on the ground twitched the corners of her mouth and drew a mocking smile. Soon, the sneer disappeared. When she raised her eyes again, she put on a pitiful expression.

    "I think... if it's really ghosts killing people, then it's in our favor."

    Everyone was a little surprised. The long-haired aunt said slowly: "Although we don't know the conditions of death, even Qiao Xu Rendong and the others don't know! Then if even Qiao dies at this time, the method of death is the same as Xiao Apple and the others..."

    Everyone's face changed. The bright mind has blurted out: "In this way, Xu Rendong will think that even Qiao was killed by a ghost, and will not suspect us!"

    "Yes." The long-haired aunt restrained the urge to raise the corners of her mouth and said cautiously, "Although I am sorry for Xu Rendong, there is nothing we can do... After all, who is the key player is not us. It is decided that Xu Rendong is just unlucky... If we want to escape, he must die..."

    The long-haired aunt knew that she had lost everyone's trust, so she took every step of the way and said every word with extreme care. The personal pronoun was "we" instead of "I". Bring everyone back on the same front.

    Everyone listened, but fell into deep thought.

    The long-haired aunt is right. The directionality of the dungeon prompt is too clear, Xu Rendong must die. And even Joe would never let this happen. If you want to sacrifice Xu Rendong, you must kill Lian Qiao first. But once Xu Rendong found out that Lian Qiao was killed by them, Xu Rendong would inevitably do extreme things. At that time, if he commits suicide prematurely, everyone will capsize in the gutter.

    Therefore, it is the best choice to use the name of ghosts to surround and destroy Lian Qiao.

    But...

    But what if they guessed wrong?

    There is only one life, and no one can afford to gamble.

    Everyone was silent for a long time, thinking for themselves. In the end, half of the remaining eight players agreed with Aunt Long Hair's plan and decided to deceive Lian Qiao to the back mountain on the grounds of finding clues, surrounded him and killed him, cut his neck, and pretended to be a ghost to kill. . The other half chose to withdraw, and said that they would remain neutral like the scarred man, neither helping nor informing Lianqiao of Rendong.

    …Oh.

    The long-haired aunt looked at the back of the four abstaining slowly leaving, and thought contemptuously:

    I say neutrality, but I just want to sit back and enjoy it.

    It's ridiculous.

    "But..." The four people who were left to help were three men and one woman. At this time, the only girl hesitated and said, "Can we really kill Lian Qiao? He is a big man after all. guy…"

    "Don't worry, I'm ready." The long-haired aunt smiled gently and took out a glass bottle from her pocket, "Steal it while exploring the chemical laboratory."

    The bottle was a transparent greasy liquid, the cap was tightly sealed, and three words were written on the white label:

    Concentrated sulfuric acid.