They still haven't waited for other students to come.
Instead, I figured out the ratings of different games. The ratings are equal to the difficulty. The higher the rating, the higher the difficulty.
"The score of Crazy Murderer is 7, which is too low. That pervert is very powerful. He is like a ghost. He can find us wherever we hide." Liu Qingqing stared at the game console in front of her, her eyes filled with excitement.
It's anger.
Mo Jiaxin was on another game console. She reached out and pressed the red button on the game console. A data like a health bar kept rising up. There was a number next to it, which kept increasing from zero. Finally, the rising momentum of the data bar stopped.
, the number also stayed at "78".
"Good, very high rating."
She was a little lucky because this machine was right next to her when she and Liu Qingqing put in coins. Fortunately, she did not choose this machine at that time.
Fan Luo watched from the side.
He somewhat understood why the others couldn't come back.
Most of them chose some games with relatively high ratings for trial.
This is not a simple game. The more domineering the name, it does not mean it is more fun, but it may be more dangerous. People like them will get hurt, hungry, and maybe die in it.
Fan Luo also discovered that none of the games in the game hall had a score of over 100. He found that the game with the highest score so far was a game called "Nightmare" with a score of 98.
He has been paying attention to "Nightmare", but no one has the intention to put money in and try it.
Suddenly, Fan Luo's vision changed drastically. The walls, lights, game consoles, floor, etc. of the arcade all melted into a pool of colorful paint, which was constantly being stretched and pulled away.
It's like there's a paint machine sucking them away.
Liu Qingqing was trembling all over and hugged Mo Jiaxin tightly. They also saw it.
However, other players did not seem to be in this situation. They were still wandering around the lobby, throwing coins in, and communicating.
After all the paint was pulled out, several people discovered that they were back to the place where they came from. Not far away there was a military truck and off-road vehicle, a row of tents, and several fully armed soldiers squatting on the ground bored. The one who fired the gun
The officer who killed Zeng Shuai was lying on a lounge chair under a sun umbrella.
And the tunnel entrance has disappeared.
The appearance of the three people immediately attracted the attention of the group of soldiers outside. Soon, the officer ran over with a group of soldiers.
"Only three of you passed the test??"
The officer asked directly, and the bright weather could not brighten his face at this time.
"We don't know...where they went." Liu Qingqing whispered.
"If you don't come out, you're dead."
The officer said coldly, waving to several people to follow him.
Several people then got into the truck and drove back along the road they came from.
The truck was almost full when it arrived, but only the three of them were left when they returned. According to the officer, the others who didn't come out were all dead.
The so-called task of the textile factory is too cruel and ruthless.
And the contract they signed was to perform this kind of task once a month.
This extremely dangerous mission...
Liu Qingqing lowered her head, holding her shoulders with her hands, seeming to be trembling.
Mo Jiaxin raised her feet and huddled on the soft stool, looking at the scenery outside.
The mentality of the two girls quietly changed.
Fan Luo looked at them from the soft board opposite and slowly closed his eyes.
The truck kept making noises as it drove for who knows how long. The originally sunny sky slowly turned dusky.
"This is not the way back to school." Mo Jiaxin suddenly said.
Liu Qingqing raised her head in confusion and looked around. She couldn't tell that they had only been here once.
Fan Luo opened his eyes and looked around, but he couldn't tell the difference either.
"When we came here, we didn't take this road, at least there wasn't this bridge."
Mo Jiaxin pointed forward.
Fan Luo and Liu Qingqing both stuck their heads out to take a look. Sure enough, there was a cement bridge ahead.
On the other side of the bridge, you can faintly see a manor with a unique style.
Fan Luo's eyes were attracted by a street sign. He squinted and frowned, trying hard to see the words on it clearly. His glasses cracked in the mystery of Dead Town.
"Textile Manor!"
Mo Jiaxin said the words on the street sign.
"Why are we here? What are they going to do to us?"
Liu Qingqing had a look of fear on her face.
Mo Jiaxin watched the truck drive across the bridge,
"No matter what the purpose of the textile factory is, our lives should not be in danger." She said in a faint tone: "Forty-three people, only three of us are left."
They looked at the buildings getting closer and closer, becoming more and more magnificent.
——Textile Manor.
The truck finally stopped in an open-air parking lot outside the manor, where there were hundreds of identical military trucks.
It looked like we were at a military base.
The officer led the soldiers, surrounded the three people, and then led them to the gate of the manor.
There was only one counter and one female teller in the huge lobby. After the officer walked up, he took out a magnetic card and heard a beep. Then the machine next to it printed out three pieces of paper. They were Fan Luo, Mo Jiaxin, and
Liu Qingqing's resume.
The female teller picked up her resume with a smile, walked up and glanced at the three of them, then made an invitation gesture and walked to the elevator on the left side of the lobby.
"Follow her and she will arrange for you to enter the auditorium."
The officer said the last thing and stood with the soldiers watching them enter the elevator.
"Fan Luo."
The female teller shouted.
"I am."
Fan Luo responded.
"Take this."
The female teller took out a sign and handed it to him.
After Fan Luo took it, he gave Mo Jiaxin and Liu Qingqing a sign each.
The numbers of the three people are consecutive, namely No. 1, No. 2, and No. 3. In front of the number, there is the word "Jing".
The elevator is open, but there is no floor display.
The female teller took the three people to a large auditorium that could accommodate nearly a thousand people.
"Please wait inside, everyone will be here soon."
The female teller walked back to the elevator.
Several people looked at each other, and Fan Luo pushed open the tall wooden door of the auditorium first.
Crunch~
In an instant, hundreds of pairs of eyes looked over, as if there was an invisible pressure falling on the three of them.
There are already more than 300 people waiting in this auditorium.
Fan Luo walked forward, and Mo Jiaxin and Liu Qingqing followed behind.
Fan Luo was not nervous at all and observed the group of people unscrupulously. While watching, he slowly walked to the unoccupied seat at the back and sat down.
The two women sat behind him.
The auditorium door closed quietly.
A slight discussion gradually sounded.
Mo Jiaxin and Liu Qingqing let go of their restraints and began to whisper to each other.
Fan Luo noticed that almost everyone was holding a sign in their hands. Those who didn't see it were probably hidden.