Chapter 950 Luck
No one wants to go upstairs, but it is already dark now. It is not a wise move to open a new map at this time, and who can be sure, upstairs Must be safe.
Soon, the people in charge of drawing lots were selected. Group 1 was Miao Qing, and Group 3 was Jiang Zhao. They were the leaders of each group. Just when everyone thought Group 2 would send Jiang Cheng At this time, Jiang Cheng shook his head, looked at the fat man and said, "The time has come when the organization needs you."
"Oh, okay." The fat man nodded and walked out.
Mu Wanming found a piece of crumpled paper from somewhere, then tore out three strips of similar size, and took out a pen. Just as he was about to mark it, Miao Qing interrupted.
"Let's do it." Miao Qing's tone was very polite, but his eyes were full of distrust towards Jiang Zhao and the others.
"Just Mr. Yi Miao." Jiang Zhao smiled and took the pen and paper, handed it into Miao Qing's hands, and explained by the way: "Some of the unpleasantness I had before was because I was obsessed with ghosts. There will be no such thing. Next time, I hope to cooperate with you sincerely in the future, I will let everyone see my sincerity . ”
“We really hope to see Mr. Jiang’s sincerity. Everyone’s purpose is the same, they all want to survive.” Seeing Jiang Zhao give the step, Miao Qing was happy to follow. After all, The mission hasn't officially started yet. It's too ugly to cause trouble at this time and it won't be good for anyone.
Hearing this, Jiang Zhao nodded kindly, and then looked at Jiang Cheng. He knew clearly that this person was the core of Group 2 and the most difficult one to deal with. "Little friend Jiang..."
"You Let's talk about anything else if we can live through tonight." Jiang Cheng didn't bother to pay attention to him. This man could change someone else's name as soon as he came up. He would even betray his teammates when he was in danger. If he expected him to cooperate sincerely, it would be better to believe that the fat man could fly.
"Sneeze!" The fat man sneezed suddenly.
Jiang Zhao's face turned red and white. Although he still had that kind smile on his face, he looked a little distorted.
Bai Xiaojie first carefully checked each piece of paper. After finding no problems, he lightly put a tick on one of them with a pen, and then folded the three pieces of paper into small squares. After shuffling the order, he put it on the ground and said, "Because I prepared it, you two groups will smoke first." Everyone understood that Bai Xiaojie did this to avoid suspicion.
After Jiang Zhao's eyes lingered on the three squares for a few seconds, he reached out and took one away. However, he did not open it on the spot. Instead, he held the note and looked at Miao Qing and Fatty, obviously waiting for them to come together.
“Brother Wang.” Miao Qing looked at the fat man and reminded, “It’s your turn.”
"What are you waiting for, hurry up!" Mu Wanming rubbed her arm. She felt very bad here. She would rather go into the room and stay there than stand in the corridor.
It was already dark outside, and there was a shadow at the end of the corridor, as if something was standing in the shadow.
The fat man squatted in front of the remaining two slips of paper and grabbed one without much hesitation.
Miao Qing picked up the last one, but before he could open it, he saw the fat man spreading the opened note on the ground, scratching his head, and said in a simple and embarrassed tone: "That... I got it. ”
There is a check mark on the unfolded note.
Now even Huaiyi can see some signs. Brother Fugui doesn't seem to be very good at fighting in Crimson. His ability has not been shown yet. How to describe it? He is like Crimson's mascot. He is very flexible. And the luck value is ridiculously high.
And this aura seemed to be able to infect the people around him. During the time he was with Fatty Jiangcheng, the door in his body became much quieter, and he even felt like he was being healed.
"Wang Xiaoyou is so lucky." Jiang Zhao praised him indifferently.
“I’m willing to admit defeat.” Miao Qing put away the note and stood up.
I haven’t noticed the problem yet. There are not three connected doors. Jiang Cheng chose two rooms next to each other for Fatty Huaiyi. Jiang Cheng lives opposite them. If something goes wrong, he Also convenient for taking care of.
Soon, everyone chose a room. Miao Qing took the initiative to take on one of the two doors that seemed to have a problem, while Jiang Zhao's group continued to draw lots until Mu Wanming came out with a look of resentment. Obviously, She won the lottery.
Just when Mu Wanming took a deep breath, opened the remaining door that seemed to have a problem, and was about to walk in, an old voice sounded, "Wanming." Jiang Zhao walked over quickly. , "Let me exchange it with you, master." He pursed his lips slightly, and a rare sincerity flashed in his eyes.
Mu Wanming was stunned for a moment, "Master..."
Jiang Zhao patted her arm and said with a wry smile: "Go over, you don't have much experience, this door is still Let me help you as a teacher.”
"Thank you, Master." Mu Wanming went to Jiang Zhao's original door. The door had been opened by Jiang Zhao, revealing a black gap. She couldn't help but feel a little moved while she was happy. Master still thought in his heart own.
Ouyang Huanbin snorted and immediately entered his room.
This room in Jiangcheng is not large in size and is very simply decorated, like a hotel, with a bed, a table and a chair with armrests near the window. The window is very narrow and the lighting is poor. .
Jiang Cheng tried it, and found that the window could only open about 1/5 of the way, and then it got stuck. No one could get through the gap exposed. In the real world, Jiang Cheng would think it was because he was worried that someone would accidentally fall. Building or something, but here, his first reaction was to prevent the people in this room from escaping.
After having this idea, he began to check the room in a targeted manner. The lights in the room flickered on and off, and the lighting provided was very limited. When Jiang Cheng found a few candles in the drawer, the situation became clear. Slightly better.
He continued to dig through the drawer and found a few more pieces of cloth and a box of nails.
When he was moving the chair, he found that the chair was surprisingly heavy. After careful observation, he unexpectedly discovered that it was an iron chair with a layer of wood-colored paint on it. In the dim environment, it was impossible to spot it without touching it.
Moreover, there were traces of repeated friction on the front ends of the armrests of the chair.
Next, he found scratches on the lower parts of the chair legs. The traces were concentrated on the two front legs of the chair. Legs, but the back two are missing.
Slowly, a picture emerged in Jiang Cheng's mind. Someone was once trapped on this iron chair, and his hands and feet were fixed. They should have used iron handcuffs and shackles. .
These traces are left by people’s constant struggle.
His fingers rubbed over the scratches, and for a moment, he seemed to be able to feel the pain and despair of the people at that time.
What exactly is this place?
Jiang Cheng couldn't help but stand up and looked in the direction of the corridor strangely. Could it be that all these rooms were used to imprison people? This was not a residence before, but a prison for prisoners?
But there is no reason for the prison to be as elaborately decorated as the one downstairs, nor is the overall layout of the building. (End of this chapter)