Chapter 332 Trial Field
A question came from outside the door: "Master? Is there something wrong? I heard a strange sound..."
"He's busy!"
Yalan Senmu replied hoarsely, staggered into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, gudong and drank a few sips of water, and after drinking it, he recovered some energy.
This is the first time she killed someone with her own hands.
Masara Moriki didn't have any special feeling, maybe because she was in trouble with her will to live. She had almost no other physiological reactions except for eating and drinking.
She gasped for a moment, returned to the bedroom, searched the master's body, and found a box of small blue pills. Obviously this thing could not be used to fill her stomach.
After several searches, Malan Morimu found a bunch of keys.
This ghost place cannot be left for a long time. She took off the master's white robe, hid the body under the bedding, went into the bathroom to wash the blood on the corners of the white robe, blew it dry with a hairdryer, and put it on her body.
After putting on the hood, it seems to be a bit similar to the master.
Malan Morimu looked in the mirror for a moment. She picked up the pieces of the milk jug and hid it in her sleeve as a weapon. After being mentally prepared, she lowered her head and pushed open the door.
"Master Sheng'an——"
The believers on both sides of the corridor knelt down and lay on the ground.
Morimu Yalan thought to himself that this was a group of psychopaths. Aum Shinri taught that he should go to hell and be burned by the fire of karma for ten thousand years.
She remained silent and walked quickly through the corridor, but no one looked up.
When she left, she noticed that there were rows of iron doors on both sides of the corridor, and lyrics of excitement or pleading came from inside: "No one atones for me..."
When Malan Moriki heard this, she wanted to vomit. She didn't even feel so disgusting to kill people, so she quickly accelerated her pace.
The dark corridor seemed like hell, and the sneaky chanting kept echoing, and the believers on both sides were all ghosts.
At the end of the corridor is an iron door, which follows the simple industrial style of Aum Shinrikhism, without any unnecessary decoration, and looks quite solid and durable.
Malan Morimu tried it twice with the key and opened the iron door.
Behind the door was a spiral staircase with a wide diameter. She leaned against the handrail and looked down, and was bottomless.
She turned her head and saw a red sign sprayed on the wall:
"-5L"
On her left hand, there was a freight elevator door, and the numbers kept flashing on it. With a jingle, someone came up on the freight elevator.
Masara Moriki quickly turned around, facing the railing, pretending to be watching the scenery.
The freight elevator door opened, and the pale light shone out. The doctor pushed the hospital bed and passed by. Yalan Morimu glanced sideways. A strange man was unconscious on the hospital bed.
She was worried about being exposed and did not dare to look more. She quickly walked down the stairs along the spiral stairs. During this period, she saw many doctors pushing the hospital bed into the iron gate... She became more and more frightened, and she didn't know how many people Aum Shinri Ksai kidnapped.
It took a half hour for Morimu Yalan to hike to the bottom floor and saw a corridor that was suspected to lead to the outside world. He quickly walked over and found a simple map beside the corridor.
"Confessional Corridor" - located here.
"Seven Sins Temple" - Turn right 30 meters.
"Lamb's Nest" - turn left 30 meters.
"Genesis Workshop" - Walk straight for 10 meters.
...
Masara Moriki felt that every landmark looked very bad.
She hesitated for a moment and chose to go to the "Seven Sins Temple" first. After all, the temples generally have communion, such as bread, wine, or milk. She was so hungry that she wanted something to satisfy her hunger.
No one dared to look at her along the way, she just took advantage of the situation and walked through the narrow corridor with a red curtain hanging at the end.
After opening it, it seemed to be a reception room inside, with a large area and luxurious decoration. On the left is a large floor-to-ceiling window, the sofa is all made of genuine leather, and there is no one to see it. She noticed the pastry on the coffee table and said she was lucky. After eating it, she barely filled her stomach.
Just as she wiggled her mouth and was about to leave, the door on the other side of the reception room was pushed open.
The woman wearing a mask of Ruo Nu held a makeup mirror and a handbag on her wrist: "Ah, Master, I'm looking for you. Do you have any better quality creams...uh?"
The two looked at each other.
Masara Moriki reacted first, and rushed over and knocked him out with a vase before the other party called him.
She hesitated for a moment and chose to strip away the other person's clothes, tear off the white robe, tied the other person to the women's bathroom compartment, and blocked the other person's mouth.
When she came out of the women's bathroom again, Masara Moriki wore a Ruowoo mask and a black low-cut dress, which didn't look so inconsistent.
After she finished packing, she looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and saw that the window overlooked a square, which was classified like a gambling file. There were countless small TVs in each block, and four giant electronic screens stood in the center, with live broadcast of popular "trials" on it, and the odds kept jumping.
"It's all crazy..."
Masara Moriki sighed and saw Genyuko's face on her giant screen.
The newest ⊥Xiao⊥Speak⊥Send⊥Six⊥9⊥Book⊥⊥⊥⊥Back⊥⊥⊥⊥!
"Tonight, blood and chips will fly together!"
"The daughter of the police inspector, the daughter of the Kujo family - fell into the trial of truth!"
Betting options (real-time update of odds):
Survival duration: odds: 1:9 (every hour of perseverance, the chips double)
...
"These people are crazy."
Malan Morigi wondered who was supporting Aum Shinri Cult, even Genyuko dared to tie up, and even opened an inexplicable gambling game in a panic...
She hesitated for a moment and pushed open the door on the other side of the living room.
The TVs below are basically playing surveillance screens, and every gambling screen is crowded with people. They are wearing suits and ties, wearing masks of all colors, and most of them walk together. When they talk, their voices are very low, like hunting lions and tigers.
No wonder there is no one in the reception room.
Malan Morimu casually found an empty space, took out chips from his handbag, and pressed a bet.
The man wearing a Yasha mask noticed her, sat down next to her, and tried to strike up a conversation. The latter was particularly familiar with the attentiveness of men and found the information they wanted in a few words.
After introducing the rules of the game of "LienLianKan" and began to analyze the situation again: "The "dog" in Room 9 looks like a smart person, no wonder the daughter of the Jiuzhao family chose him as her boyfriend... Well, maybe she is a dark horse. ”
Masara Morigi looked up, the giant screen was broadcasting in real time, updating the identity information of "dog", and his odds were rising rapidly.
Unexpectedly, Fumimi-kun was also arrested...
Masara Moriki turned around and asked, "Why do you say that?"
"Didn't you notice? He tried to steal the "rabbit" card at the beginning," Yasha put his hands on the back of the chair, staring at the TV with relish: "If he didn't recognize "rabbit" as his girlfriend, he wouldn't insist on pairing with rabbit; if he recognized "rabbit" as his girlfriend, why would he steal the girlfriend's card? ”
He paused, his tone became more interesting: "It means that he guessed the rules of the game at the beginning, but did not remind anyone...what is he planning?"
Masara Morimu's palms were covered in sweat. She glanced at the broken corpse on the TV screen and couldn't help asking: "Is there any hope of winning this trial? I mean, he might be trying to escape..."
"Ha!"
Yasha seemed to have heard some joke. He took out two chips from the collar. The dealer walked over quickly with the pallet. He gently placed the chips on the word "death".
"Impossible."
He paused and said confidently: "No one can escape from the "test field". ”
(This chapter ends)