I saw that Teacher Tiantian had fallen to the ground like the other people who were tied up.
She was knocked down, and the instigator was still holding her down.
Gu Mian rested her left hand on the ground, and her right hand held the handle of the electric saw across Teacher Tiantian's neck.
The electric saw has been started, and the top of the saw blade is leaning against the tile floor because there is no support. At this time, the tile has been ground into a deep pit by the saw teeth.
Tile shavings fly out from the long pit as the saw blade pulls, like digging soil.
As soon as Gu Mian let go, the chainsaw would fall down immediately, and Teacher Tiantian's head could no longer stay on his neck.
The fortune teller opened his mouth slightly.
Her habit over the years has made her subconsciously stand up and act as a peacemaker when she sees violent disputes.
"Wait a minute..." The fortune teller took a small step forward tremblingly, "If you have something to say, please tell me!"
Oh my god.
What kind of magical scene is this?
I have never seen such a scene in my whole life!
The fortune teller suppressed all the crazy complaints that came out of her mind. She just wanted to make the situation peaceful.
But neither party had any intention of talking to her.
Teacher Tian Tian was suppressed, looking directly at Gu Mian and making a quick voice: "Gu Mian! If you stop now, she will be the only one in this dungeon who knows your identity!"
The fortune teller was a little confused.
Does this "she" refer to yourself?
And this doctor is... Gu Mian!
Of course she knew the name Gu Mian, that was a head worth 30,000 game coins!
The fortune teller was a little dumbfounded.
"Look," Gu Mian said without any intention of stopping, "just now you were safe and sound, so you could use my identity to threaten me to leave the dungeon immediately; but now that you are about to die, you can only do the next best thing and use this to threaten me.
Spare your life, it can be seen that the more agile the person, the greater the advantage he will take..."
As he spoke, he personally realized the point of "clean hands". The hand holding the saw loosened, and the electric saw with a cold light moved down an inch, and was about to cut into the sweet teacher's slender neck.
"And if I cared about my identity being exposed, I wouldn't do this to you regardless of the threat. I care about other things, you understand."
The sweet teacher almost exploded with anger.
She didn't expect Gu Mian to be so unconcerned about her identity being exposed.
Moreover, she couldn't break the bank and immediately informed all the players in the dungeon of Gu Mian's identity. Now she only had a bargaining chip in her hand and it would be gone once she used it. By then, she would have nothing to threaten Gu Mian.
At this moment, the saw in Gu Mian's hand moved downwards another inch.
The sharp sawtooth whizzed across the sweet teacher's neck, and her skin seemed to hear the sound of a chainsaw, and each pore quickly opened up, as if it was making a trembling cry.
Death will come in the next second.
In the flash of lightning, the fortune teller heard Teacher Tiantian shout urgently.
"Let me tell you, what do you want to know?"
These words were indeed useful. Gu Mian stopped her hand and the saw stopped about two centimeters above the fortune teller's neck.
Gu Mian's brows twitched, this was what he wanted to hear.
There was a silly fortune teller watching next to him, but Gu Mian didn't care anymore.
"Let me ask you," Gu Mian stared at Teacher Tiantian's face: "What is the meaning of the number seven..."
The word "seven" was the word that the super-class ghost in the last dungeon said before he died. It's a pity that it only said this word and it was completely cool.
Hearing this, Teacher Tiantian frowned in confusion at first, but before frowning for long, he suddenly relaxed: "Who told you this!"
The fortune teller next to her was already in confusion. She didn't know what kind of riddle the two men were playing, so she could only stare at it.
"Stop talking nonsense," Gu Mian still remembered the last time she forced a confession and the copy was destroyed, "Speak quickly."
If Sweet Teacher lets go now, I'm afraid the copy will be shut down before he can even utter a few words, so we have to hurry up.
Teacher Tiantian seemed to be in a dilemma. She frowned and paused for several seconds, because she was afraid of her own life before she spoke: "This is not a simple number..."
At this time, An Zhidinglan was standing far outside the villa, staring at the building where all the players gathered at the beginning.
Several cameramen were glued to her, circling 360 degrees to capture the picture.
An Zhidinglan glanced at the cameramen around her: "That's right, the other one who is my opponent has died long ago, so you can only take pictures of me."
The pale-faced photographer did not make a sound, but continued to take photos on his own.
They seemed to be very keen on An Zhidinglan's long black hair, and would often move the camera closer to take a close-up of her hair.
An Zhi Tinglan turned her attention to the villa in the distance again, her face long gone from the gentle expression before.
She found the hidden method of clearing this dungeon at the beginning, killed Dong'er, hid the corpse, and assumed her identity.
In this way, no one can punish her, as long as the other players don't meddle in her own business.
And she is sure that her acting skills are good and she should be able to deceive other players.
But the doctor's appearance made her panic.
In fact, the doctor didn't take the initiative to trouble her, and he didn't even pay her any extra attention.
But An Zhidinglan has met many people in her life, and she can tell that some people are trouble just by looking at them.
That's what the doctor was like.
Therefore, An Zhidinglan worked harder to hide her identity, but unexpectedly she was exposed in front of all the guests, including Dong'er, who had been under the bed for a while.
Since the role-playing was a huge failure, the only option was to go on the run.
"As long as the third day passes, I will naturally leave the dungeon..."
An Zhi Tinglan looked away while thinking, and wanted to turn around and leave.
But at this moment, she suddenly noticed that the building in the distance seemed to be shaking.
She stopped suddenly and frowned slightly: "Is it my imagination?"
But immediately, an even greater shock came from beneath his feet.
This particular copy seems to have been shaken by an earthquake.
what happened!
How could there be an earthquake in the copy?
But immediately, she realized that this was definitely not an earthquake, but a disorder from the copy.