Gamers Are Fierce - Chapter 570

[Chapter 569 Paintings]

The envelope is made of yellow paper, which is hard and smells faintly of lemon.

The opening of the envelope was sealed with red lacquer, and after carefully removing the lacquer, a folded letter fell out of it.

The letter paper is softer than the envelope, the material is indistinguishable, the

handwriting on it is scribbled and messy,

and there are many dried-up water stains and stains.

The letter reads:

“Hello, Morgan.

By the time you read this letter, you must have installed your own battery, searched the house, and felt very confused about your current situation.

You are panicked and hopeless, Helpless,

can’t remember who you are or where you are, and have nothing but a cage of rubber clothing.

Although this is a bit cruel for someone with amnesia, the situation is that you should Got it – you are a greedy, cowardly, numb, despicable, insidious, selfish, irresponsible, and only think about solving problems by evasion.

Maybe this is the only way to awaken a little conscience in you .Your

ultimate goal is to get out of here,

that glass battery, that can give you the energy you need for 3 hours of action,

if you exercise vigorously, it will deplete faster – you need to keep an eye on the solution left in the battery, when The moment it runs out, that’s when you die.

Unless you can find some kind of ‘ingredient’ to restart the machine….

I’m sorry I can’t give you any more hints at

the thought that you are at this moment Looking at the letters and thinking about what I’ve written with that clumsy brain

makes me feel sick.

Anyway, good luck.”

Li Ang held the letter, frowned slightly, and glanced at the glass battery on his left shoulder.

The level of the transparent liquid in the cylinder dropped slightly, by about one-eighteenth.

“From the time I installed the battery, I can stay in this room for ten minutes, which means there are still two hours and fifty minutes available.”

Li Ang said: “The content of the erection letter is true, then I, or ‘Morgan’,

are stuck here for something – for many reasons,

like sleeping with someone else’s wife,

sleeping with someone else’s husband,

or just plain bad morals that attract justice People, knock me out, clear my memory and lock me in here.

Like Chainsaw.”

He glanced around the room again, “If the lyncher has a big feud with Morgan,

and he (probably an alchemist) Magician), has enough technical ability to brainwash

and create a huge space – the first stage mission description is to leave room A, which is enough to prove that the cage is more than this small house.

So, will Morgan repeat this escape? What about the game?

No matter how many times it is completed, at the last moment of the escape, it will be knocked unconscious by the full state of the lynchers,

then erase the memory, move back here, and wait for it to wake up and do it again, endlessly, never ending

. Enjoy the joy of revenge.” It ‘s a good idea

to trap your enemy in a circular cage, so that they never reach the reality of death , but not so much fun when the object is yourself. “There were no drag marks on the ceramic floor, the bed was clean, no blood or other bodily fluids – it doesn’t look like a recycling scene,

Of course it is also possible that the alchemist refactored the room, or this is a new unused room.

There are too many possibilities. Li Ang scratched his head, the

leather gloves rubbed against the metal helmet, making a creaking sound.

“The handwriting of this letter is scribbled and blurred, slanted to the right, and it

is all in English.

I don’t know that the system’s translation function was secretly online, changing the text of the exotic tadpoles. It became English,

or the world uses English, and the travel diary was specially encrypted. Li Ang pondered, took the

envelope to the sink, dipped leather gloves with water, and carefully smeared on the envelope and letter paper, trying to find out the hidden content.

The result of the attempt was naturally a failure, and

Li Ang took the letter again . At the gate, use the text on the letter to align the keyhole of the gate, and move back and forth

to detect whether the keyhole of the gate is fake. Its actual function is to use the letter to activate.

The result of the attempt, of course, failed again.

“Okay . , I knew that these two unrelated things could not work.

Li Ang put away the letter, turned and walked towards the metal cabinet. After fiddling around for a while, he still had no success. ”

I can’t find it…. The key that can open the door or open this costume…”

Li Ang sat beside the bed, watching He stared blankly at the faucet of the sink.

“Wait…” His

erratic eyes focused on the wall above the sink, where there should have been a mirror,

but after the mirror was removed, only one was left to fix the mirror. , a small half of the broken screw was exposed.

Li Ang got up and walked forward, pulling, twisting, twisting and breaking the screw, but

still could not remove the screw,

Fortunately, the leather gloves are tough enough, otherwise your hands would be scratched by the sharp tips of the screws.

“If this is a well-designed secret room, everything in the room should be useful…”

Li Ang groaned, turned to the bed, picked up the sheet,

pierced it with screws, and tore the sheet into strips of cloth .

“There’s no interlayer, so what about the mattress.”

Li Ang took the mattress off the box spring, placed it on the sink, and pressed down on the screws to puncture the surface of the mattress.

The gloves are too clumsy and heavy to perform fine work, let alone tear the mattress,

but now with the help of screws, Li Ang took a little effort to tear the

mattress to shreds, and a pile of white sponges and a painting.

“Sure enough!”

Li Ang was full of energy, picked up the painting and looked at it carefully.

This is a crayon painting with a tender style and bright colors. It should be the handwriting of a child. There is

a glass window drawn on it,

and a small figure lying on the bottom plate, looking at the glass window with big eyes full of longing. girl.

“What does this mean?”

Li Ang turned over the paper, “Why did the person who set up the dungeon put the picture in the mattress? Is it implying that I should be punished because I smashed his cabbage?

This wouldn’t be the case. Is the bureau set up by Officer Wang?”

[End of this Chapter]