0103 Chapter 3: The Unbelievable Kidnapping Case (Section 13)
After the short-haired woman deliberately revealed it, Zhen Cheng was obviously not the only one to realize her special identity. At this moment, everyone looked at the martial arts coach with disdain, but he seemed not to care.
Regardless of whether the scalpel is a magical weapon or an ordinary object, he is the only one among all the people who holds a weapon, which gives him a great sense of security. What's more, seeing a floating scalpel in this strange place
Only a ghost can believe that there is nothing unusual about props in the air.
"Now that we have the weapons, what should we do next? Should we find a Class D or Class E room to open and try?" The red-haired sister looked a little eager to try.
Sister, you are swollen... Actually, it has nothing to do with weapons. You just wanted to try killing monsters from the beginning, right?
After getting along for a long time, Zhen Cheng gradually felt that the red-haired young lady's inner temperament was more...crazy than her first impression of a cold female killer.
Isn’t it even more worrying?…
"If it's not necessary, I prefer to avoid opening those rooms until the end," Zhen Cheng's words made the others nod sharply: "Let's go and have a look at other weapons depots. Although the inside is likely to be like this one, even if you find something
More decent weapons will also help make subsequent explorations safer.
According to the characteristics of the first type of secret space, the clues are often not completely cut off. When the only clue is consumed, it may be the moment when other clues are generated."
This proposal once again received unanimous approval from everyone and a slightly disappointed sigh from the red-haired girl. The nearest Class F room was across the door from here, and everyone walked over together.
Then they saw that the originally bare door had a line of crooked words carved on it with a knife: "The sacrifice of the heaviest drinker opens this door."
After a quick glance, everyone looked at the doctor.
Zhen Cheng herself is a teetotaler, and none of the others seem to be more confident in this regard. Only the doctor mentioned that he was a good drinker when introducing himself.
The doctor was not pretentious, he just asked the red-haired sister to cut off his finger and then pressed it against the door. Although the two women also gave off very dangerous and abnormal signals, he would rather avoid being caught in the lesser of two evils.
The short-haired man who had killed the most people according to the rules used a knife on him.
Undoubtedly, the door opened quietly, and the empty interior structure was exactly the same as the one where the scalpel was placed before. The only difference was that what was suspended in the air was no longer a small gadget that could easily be ignored at first glance, but a handful of scalpels.
This red painted fire ax gives you a sense of security at first glance!
This looks a bit like a "weapon"... Zhen Cheng complained in his heart.
Taking advantage of this moment, the martial arts coach once again pushed Zhen Cheng away who was blocking the light at the door and squeezed in.
It was just that the junior high school student was careful, and with lightning speed, he stretched out his foot and tripped the running coach to the ground. Unfortunately, he could not successfully grab the axe, but was picked up by the doctor who was standing at the door.
Cheap.
Zhen Cheng has no intention of fighting for these weapons. As a delicate girl, she has no advantage in this kind of physical competition. Not all so-called detectives can shoot like gods. This is
A business that relies on brains to make a living is neither a killer nor a special soldier.
There are two other reasons. The first is that Zhen Cheng himself has backup plans.
You must have thought that her special mobile phone can trigger three electric shocks. For a weak girl, this is definitely a more practical means of fighting than cold weapons.
The second nature is that there are obviously two masters present. If they don't fight for it, it obviously means that even if you get the weapon, it won't help.
However, others don't seem to have such a level of consideration, and I don't know if they are deceiving themselves or others.
After acquiring decent weapons, everyone's morale improved a little. The junior high school student at the door was the first to turn around and run to the third Class F room, which was the place he had just been responsible for searching.
The coach who tripped and fell to the ground was not angry. He staggered up and chased after him. Then the two began to scramble to find the clues on the door.
Zhen Cheng followed the others to take a look, and almost laughed out loud. He saw a line of inscriptions on the door: "The sacrifice of the most stupid person opens this door."
The group of people looked at each other, and finally looked at the martial arts instructor.
Only the junior high school student scratched his head and said weakly: "That's strange, I didn't seem to see the writing on the door when I ran over just now."
"Me too. But I'm not sure whether I didn't see it clearly or the words suddenly appeared..." The coach murmured and looked at the people, and when he met their direct gazes, he immediately became angry and waved the scalpel in a show of force:
"Don't bully others! Let me tell you, honest people are not easy to mess with!"
"You show off your force in front of the strong, and you don't know how to hide your greed... There may not be a good person among you here, but you are the only weak person who says 'I can't be trusted' in a crisis.
Mr. Coach, I believe you are not a fool, but can you find someone among us who everyone believes is stupider than you?" What Zhen Cheng said was only a fact that is obvious to all, but this is not the case with the coach.
Because he hates the other person for bumping into him or he can't stand his wretched virtues.
There were eight Category C rooms where they were trapped at the beginning, and there were also eight Category F rooms where weapons were hidden. In addition, the door prompts correspond to the reference of each person, and each weapons depot only has one item... this
This gave Zhen Cheng a bad association with the rules that might appear later.
In this case, it is necessary to test the behavior of these people when facing conflicts, right?
The coach stared at Zhen Cheng with wide eyes and a fierce look on his face, but the red-haired girl stepped between the two of them to block him. Once again, a full sense of protection and an equal amount of confusion came to Zhen Cheng's heart.
The martial arts instructor repeatedly looked at the pair of bloodthirsty red eyes behind the mask that made people feel chilled. He breathed rapidly several times, and finally resigned himself to cutting his finger with the scalpel in his hand and dripping blood on it.
As a result...the door didn't open.
"Look! Look! What did I say? Hahaha!" The martial arts coach was ecstatic and looked at Zhen Cheng provocatively.
"Perhaps we should look at other weapons arsenals?" the junior high school student who failed to obtain any protective items suggested.
"Instead of acquiring more weapons, perhaps we should give priority to opening the living area. Starvation for more than ten hours is enough to cause a significant decline in the physical fitness of ordinary people.
Look, these are all cold weapons we got. Don’t find a lot of swords, guns, swords and halberds but don’t have the energy to fight out the monsters.” The doctor concealed his ulterior motives and pretended to ignore them inadvertently.
The junior high school student’s suggestion deliberately changed the topic.
He glanced at Zhen Cheng, who had also not received the weapon, with a guilty look, and seemed to have thought of what Zhen Cheng was worried about.
The current situation does not seem to require us to worry about the abnormal noises coming from the experimental subject rooms. Compared with the potential dangers isolated by the solid doors, it seems that the "companions" around us are a more direct threat...