One hundred and fifty-ninth chapter escape room (twenty-three)
Jian Yan raised his head and looked at the basement in front of him. Obviously, after the fog rose, everything changed.
The locks, the five rooms, and the tables in the hall... all disappeared, replaced by an iron door similar to a vault door, blocking the two of them, preventing them from taking another step forward.
The amazing thing is that there are no monsters crawling all over the walls, nor living corpses in the fog. It looks too normal, as if the previous tentacle incident never happened.
"What's in here?" Jian Yi frowned.
"This is the power source of the cruise ship. To be precise, it burns oil." A3 was in a very depressed mood. After all, several B-level operators had disappeared inexplicably, and some were killed by the monster in front of him.
Introduced into the mouth.
But the survival instinct still drives him.
"Tsk...you may not know it. It's true that Xiao Linzi died, but she was just a game over..."
At this time, the inexplicable sense of God's perspective of high-dimensional creatures is reflected.
"Wait..." Jian Yi was thinking about how to crack the door, but suddenly discovered a blind spot.
"When you came here, was there any alienation on the ship? Or...were there any monsters on the ship?"
"No." A3 shook his head.
"That means that when you searched the basement...everything was still normal?"
"Although I'm not sure, you can say this," A3 replied, "The biggest reason why we gave up searching the basement is that this door cannot be opened."
"So this was how this room was from the beginning?"
"That's right, it's always been like this."
This is completely different from simple memory, or in other words, completely different from the player's experience.
There was no such door at that time, and there were no "monsters" haunting it, so everything in front of us at that time should be the same...
How could the two of them see something different?
Someone tampered with something?
It is impossible for anyone to completely displace a gate in such a pitiful amount of time. Moreover, before that, there was not even a place to hide the gate...
Why?
The two people entered the basement front and back, but received completely different visual feedback. What they saw and heard was completely out of sync, even... very different.
Although he had some guesses earlier, nothing was more real than seeing it with his own eyes.
Jian Yan looked at the rising sea water under the floor and fell into silence.
He had a lighter from the living room on him. Once this door could be opened, No. 12 would disappear along with the cruise ship including the two of them.
This is the only chance.
The tentacles were already frantically pounding on the basement entrance.
"Help me block the entrance to the basement, just one minute." Jian Yi took a deep breath and slowly approached the steel door in front of her.
It leads to the cruise ship's fuel tank and oil storage room.
However, when they escaped from here...this so-called iron gate did not exist at all.
"Hurry up, I can't hold it anymore!" A3 gritted his teeth and still resisted the pressure of the entrance.
"What was the password at that time..." Jian Yan glanced at the eight-digit password and quickly searched for the number he needed in his mind.
1399,1465.
That set of coordinates.
He entered the password simply and quickly, and sure enough, after a loud noise, the iron door suddenly popped out, cracking a tiny gap.
He must confirm this fact.
The biggest core conspiracy of the entire script...
No.12’s special ability.
First there were bursts of white mist, then some unknown creatures and rotting corpses appeared on the ship, and then some weird tentacles...
Is this ship showing its true form?
Or should I say...
Jian Yan looked at the room in front of him. There should have been five rooms here, but now there was only one room left.
There is nothing except the fuel tank connected to the hull.
The room, the door lock... are all like bubbles, as if they never existed.
"Wait... these things..." Jian Jian looked at the incredible scene in front of him and said to himself, "Did the structure of the ship change, or..."
"Bang!"
There was a violent breaking sound behind Jian Yi.
"I can't hold it anymore!"
A3 was instantly thrown away by a huge force and hit the metal wall heavily. He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked at the behemoth in front of him with fear, already descending above his head.
"Hehehe...who do I think I am..."
Jian Yi turned around with a smile and said, "I met an old acquaintance."
"Hey, what are you talking about!" A3 stepped back and said intermittently: "Haven't you figured out the situation yet? This ghost is going to kill us!"
Jian Yi seemed to have completely ignored A3's words, still staring at the strange tentacles approaching in front of her.
On the tentacles were several indistinct human heads, as well as several pieces of black metal that had been compressed into a ball.
That seemed to be a firearm.
The smell in the room was like that of some disgusting rodent carcass, mixed with the dizzying smell of rust.
The strange luster spread along the tentacles to the entire room, covering every area in the room.
The seawater slowly seeped in and submerged A3's trouser legs. He trembled and instinctively retreated, only to find that there was no way to escape behind him.
A cold suffocating feeling had already surged into his body, weakness, despair... his legs were weak.
"Come back child, come into my arms... there is no death, no pain..."
Countless fluffy tentacles stretched out from the black tentacles, densely packed, gradually approaching him who was already forced into the corner.
They opened and closed, twisting and twitching, squirming and clinging to A3's ankles.
The sharp and blasphemous voice penetrated into his ears like a ghost:
"Come, embrace me, embrace your new life!"
The sticky monster wrapped around his limbs and pulled him into the tentacle's huge body.
It seems to be extremely excited, constantly making sharp chirping sounds, like a whistle or some kind of high-pitched whistle, invading A3's brain.
His consciousness is sinking.
Like a child being coaxed to sleep by its mother.
But its movements suddenly stopped.
"What...what are you going to do?!"
The sharp voice almost pierced Jian Jian's eardrums: "Put it down, put it down!"
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be anxious?" Jian Yi calmly held up the lighter and stood next to the open fuel tank, "You don't have to try your tricks to confuse people anymore, my SAN value is quite good.
It’s not easy for you to be tall here.”
He shook the lighter in his hand unscrupulously and laughed: "Is that right, Nameless Mist - Naog Sohipu?"
