Abducted an npc in the game

Chapter 73

Everyone looked at the past, with unclear meaning in their eyes.

No. 12 ran over almost scrambling, panting heavily, staring at Lin Qiu.

With a smile on his face, Lin Qiu sat there leisurely.

No. 15 didn't dare to look up at No. 12 in front of her. Even though No. 12 was in a state of distress and filled with eagerness and despair, her guilty conscience made her feel that the people in front of her were like a mountain, and she couldn't breathe.

Cold sweat dripped from her chin, and she fainted on the black lace dress. She quickly wiped the sweat off her face, trying her best to look calm.

Her abnormality quickly attracted No. 12's attention.

"Here you are, right?"

The long-term emotional breakdown made No. 12's voice sound hoarse and rough, and No. 15 froze, pretending not to hear, and lowered his head without speaking.

"Here you are, right!"

Number 12 roared loudly, making Number 15 tremble in fright.

She raised her head in a panic to defend herself, but saw No. 12 stretching out her hand to her with a hideous face.

"what……"

"Oh!"

The woman's scream drowned out the muffled explosion.

She didn't react in a daze, a drop of warm liquid slid down her cheek and into her lips, and the fishy-sweet taste instantly occupied her mouth.

No. 12 in front of him was still stretching out his hand to maintain the movement of attacking her, but the thumb of his left hand turned into a bloody mess, his eyes were dull, and he looked unbelievable.

"Ah...ah!"

No. 15 hugged her head and screamed. As soon as she lowered her head, she saw that No. 12's shattered meat was still on her skirt. She struggled violently while sitting on the chair, but her bound feet restricted her movement. action.

Number 12 finally came to his senses, but he didn't seem to feel the pain, instead he was a little numb. He walked back to his seat in a daze, and looked at the crazy Number 15 with gloomy eyes.

"Help me, help me!"

Number 15's legs were shaking, but she didn't dare to reach out to touch them, so she cried to Cheng Fan and Lin Qiu for help.

It's a pity that the two big men around her didn't have the slightest sympathy. One was indifferent and had nothing to do with her, while the other had eyes full of interest.

In the huge theater, only the screams of No. 15 echoed.

Lin Qiu rested his elbows on the armrest, tapped his chin with his fingertips, thinking about something.

Just now No. 12 was standing in front of him. At the moment of the explosion, he clearly saw that it was going backwards for 10 minutes.

After the fingers were blown off, time stood still.

Still the prompt at the beginning of the game, everyone has six bombs in their hands, so the time limit is that everyone has 120 minutes.

No matter what happens at that time, there will be a result, either you will be killed by the bomb, or someone else will become your scapegoat.

This time the game's flaws were obvious, but he didn't feel happy, instead his brows frowned slightly.

Is the game really that simple?

There was a small and hard thing stuck in his pants pocket, which made him very uncomfortable. It had been there since he entered the game, but he didn't take it out, and even deliberately ignored it.

In the next game, everyone was riveted, they stared at the handkerchief tightly, the dried blood on it added a new color, and it was wet and bright red when it was passed to the person's hand.

But they gave up the previous taboo, and instead seemed to be dazed, wishing they could hold on to it and not let go.

One or two severed fingers could not shake the devil in their hearts, but the pain and blood stimulated them intensified.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be poisoned, and the beautiful music turned into a hellish chant at some point.

Thirty luxuriously dressed people sat on chairs, their eyes were red, and their bloody appearance looked like an abstract painting.

After a few more rounds of tragic games, another five people were blown off with one finger each.

So far, no one has been repeated.

There was another 10-minute stop in the middle, the curtain was closed, and the handcuffs were loosened, but no one moved, instead they all waited and watched.

Up to now, no one has figured out the law of who corresponds to whom.

But Lin Qiu was thinking about Qi Zhuang.

There was a faint guess in his heart, which made him breathless.

Unknowingly, he changed his sitting posture, and he fell on the chair without a shape. He stared at the front blankly, not knowing what he was thinking.

Qi Zhuang behind him was sitting upright. He looked at Lin Qiu in front of him, as if he had something on his mind. The person in front of him was restless and would move around from time to time.

Qi Zhuang's eyes followed the head that kept shaking, and his eyes unconsciously fixed on the spindly one among the black hair.

Looking at it, my fingers itched.

Finally, the black head in front changed its posture again and leaned completely on the back of the chair. Qi Zhuang rubbed his fingers, stretched out his index finger and pointed...

He stopped, and so did the head.

Then, under Qi Zhuang's slightly delighted eyes, the head under his fingertips slowly turned around.

"Is it fun."

Lin Qiu asked him with a smile.

Qi Zhuang's movements froze, and he stared at Lin Qiu for a while, before he reluctantly withdrew his hand, silently rubbing his fingers under the seat to savor the memory.

Lin Qiu's head... so funny...

"No...not fun..."

Qi Zhuang looked away, coughed lightly, and did not need to cover up.

Lin Qiu just looked at him with a half-smile and didn't speak, staring at a tall man until he felt uncomfortable.

Qi Zhuang's ears were getting redder and redder, and he was constantly struggling.

Would it be deliberate to stand up and leave now...

However, he couldn't avoid Lin Qiu's gaze.

When those beautiful amber eyes narrowed slightly, they looked evil and affectionate.

Qi Zhuang's ears were red enough to bleed, he lowered his head unbearably, and stretched out his hand to cover Lin Qiu's eyes.

The long black eyelashes swept across the palm, bringing a tingling tingling.

Qi Zhuang's hands were slender and fair, with well-defined joints, and Lin Qiu's smile deepened when his eyes were covered.

He tilted his head, and Qi Zhuang's hand followed him.

The two seem to be flirting with each other, and the back and forth makes the atmosphere heated up.

Next to Lin Qiu, No. 15 glanced at Qi Zhuang unwillingly.

She feels that she is a high-quality woman, but she is not as good as a tough man.

Thinking of the cold reception he received from Lin Qiu before, his face was unconsciously filled with emotion.

Even looking at Qi Zhuang's gaze was filled with undisguised contempt and malice.

Lin Qiu, whose eyes were covered, couldn't see it, but Qi Zhuang felt it clearly.

He perfectly covered the last light in Lin Qiu's eyes, and looked at the woman in front of him.

No. 15 showed a contemptuous smile with the corner of his mouth slanted.

She glanced at Lin Qiu who knew nothing, and said something viciously.

Oh, how disgusting.

Cheng Yu next to him raised his eyebrows, and glanced at No. 15 indifferently.

Qi Zhuang looked at her quietly, without showing anything on his face, he raised his other hand and pointed at the woman in front of him.

As soon as the slender fingertips were raised, the face of No. 15, who was still extremely arrogant, changed drastically. She couldn't move her neck, and looked at Qi Zhuang in horror.

Qi Zhuang smiled slowly, his handsome and harmless face became cold and mysterious.

Number 15 was shocked and wanted to scream.

Qi Zhuang stretched out his five fingers and pinched out of thin air.

No. 15 opened his mouth, but could no longer utter a word.

He stretched out his index finger between his lips, his black pupils were like an abyss.

"Ok?"

Lin Qiu tilted his head in doubt, he broke off Qi Zhuang's hand, and blinked in discomfort, before fully adapting to the too bright light in the theater.Qi Zhuang looked at him, he was so cute.

"You ah you."

Lin Qiu shook his head and chuckled, reaching out and tapping the tip of Qi Zhuang's nose.

Nothing seemed to happen.

It's just different from Lin Qiu's harmony. The other players are deeply trapped in the swamp they created, gloomyly scanning the people around them.

The remote control was randomly hidden anywhere, but unlike the previous round, no one dared to look for it anymore.

Number 20 is the best proof.

The really harmful handkerchief has become a treasure in their hands, and now no one dares to touch the remote control that can really save lives.

"Hey, whose remote control is that?"

A word suddenly sounded in the silent and empty theater.

Everyone's eyes burst out with dazzling light like wolves.

They followed the sound, but found nothing.

There was clear and joyful laughter from the third row. When they looked over, they saw Li Jia sitting crookedly on a chair, clapping her hands and laughing.

"Hahahaha...it's really fun."

She laughed wildly, her eyes were clear and clear, like a naughty girl who didn't understand anything.

"What are you looking at me for, are you kidding me?"

Li Jia shrugged innocently, with a bit of grievance on his face.

The expressions of the others changed, and they looked at Li Jia as if they had seen a ghost.

Obviously she wasn't like this before.

Cun Tou sat on the chair and twitched the corners of his mouth numbly.

He suddenly felt sorry for those people.

They must think that Li Jia is a hidden big shot, but they don't know that she is just sick.

The 10-minute halftime stop passed in the minds of everyone.

The bright red curtain was opened, and the woman on the stage had changed into a long black dress, even wearing a black veil on her head.

Her skin looked extremely pale, but her lips looked as red as blood.

The overwhelmed gloom caused the temperature to drop sharply.

The music hasn't played yet, but just looking at the woman on the stage, they can feel the black breath of death.

The woman watched with satisfaction that everyone was in her proper position, she slowly raised a smile, like a witch who drank blood.

The music started, and the low drum sound was like a person who was under heavy hammer and couldn't breathe.

The blood-stained red white handkerchief started its transmission again.

Lin Qiu thoughtfully looked at the numbers on each seat on the screen.

From one to thirty, they are arranged neatly.

But these players don't have any numbers marked on them.

Does this mean that if he changes positions in the middle 10 minutes, he can change the person corresponding to each number.

The author has something to say: If it is over, you can put aside the plot and write a sweet episode. Thinking about it this way, does it make you feel more comfortable? If you doi, see if I can find a way to make it out