Chapter 50
"I'll leave the rest to you. Enjoy it!"
Black respectfully took the phone.
Flanders did not say anything. He used his skill and returned to school in an instant.
Watchman Scarecrow.
On the familiar rooftop, Flanders' body began to twist and change.
Then, he turned into the appearance that Warfarin was familiar with.
Standing on the rooftop and looking down at the earth, he saw Warfarin walking toward the library below.
"Just in time."
Flanders took a deep leap and turned into a black shadow, flying towards the library's roof.
"Huh?"
A fatty felt his vision darken. He wiped his eyes and found that everything was normal.
He raised his head and looked around, but there was nothing worth noticing.
Behind him, his friend patted his back.
"What's wrong?"
"I think something flew past just now."
His friend followed fatty and looked around, but they did not find anything.
"Is it? You must have m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed too much and had an illusion."
"You m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.ed too much."
After casually retorting his friend, fatty saw that there was really nothing out of the ordinary, so he gave up struggling.
"Maybe I really felt wrong."
Flanders ignored this small interlude.
He quickly walked down from the roof of the library and arrived at the main entrance.
Just as he opened the door, Warfarin walked in from outside.
"Welcome, I just got off work."
"Looks like I came at the right time."
Warfarin did not think that there was such a coincidence.
For the other party to open the door so accurately to welcome him, he must have been paying attention to the outside for a long time.
However, she would not expose this trick of his.
In her opinion, this was very interesting.
Looking at Warfarin, whose smile was getting brighter and brighter, he did not know what she thought.
Flanders was a little puzzled. Did he do something that made the other party especially happy?
Forget it. Who cares. During a date, is not the happier the date, the better?
Do you expect the other party to be angry and slap you twice?
"Where are we going now?"
Due to the misunderstanding just now, Flanders' current appearance became more and more lively and cute in Warfarin's eyes.
Looking at the somewhat reserved and shy Flanders under her gaze, Warfarin smiled and wrapped his arms around the other party's arm.
Of course, the so-called reserved and shy were all Warfarin's imagination.
It was so much fun.
She really liked this big boy in front of her more and more now.
Just by staying by his side, it was as if she had forgotten all her troubles, leaving only happiness.
"Come with me."
Flanders believed that this was destined to be an unforgettable date.
At the same time, the situation on the other side was also believed to be unforgettable for the partic.i.p.ants.
The premise was that the players who partic.i.p.ated in the game could live to the end.
In the pitch-black domain, there was no light.
As long as there was no sound from the inside, the situation inside could not be seen from the outside.
For a large villa like this, there was naturally a bas.e.m.e.nt.
Brook was currently in the bas.e.m.e.nt of this villa.
Since he could not see anything, Brook could only use
The bas.e.m.e.nt was not empty. Through his touch, Brook touched many wooden objects.
There were cabinets for storing things and some wooden buckets.
Brook did not touch the things here. He fumbled bit by bit.
He opened a wooden bucket, and then an over fermented stench hit him.
Brook wanted to vomit subconsciously, but he quickly held back.
The more he did this, the less he could make a sound.
Holding his breath, Brook kept waving his hands in the air, hoping to get rid of the smell.
It seemed that this was a wine cellar.
He shook his dizzy head and waited for a while.
He did not know if his nose had adapted to the air or if the smell was almost gone.
In short, he did not feel so uncomfortable, so he started to take the next step.
He carefully turned over and went into the barrel.
Fortunately, the barrel was big enough to accommodate him alone.
After doing all this, he closed the lid and waited for time to pa.s.s.
The victory condition that Flanders mentioned was that he would be able to win if the sun rose without being discovered.
Therefore, he only needed to hide here and wait until daybreak.
Brook quietly listened to the movements outside. He took out a cell phone from his pocket.
As expected, he saw that the cell phone had no signal when he turned the battery on the screen.
He had expected this result.
"Six o'clock?"
Looking at the time, Brook turned off the screen and closed his eyes with a heavy heart.
There was still a long time before the next day's dawn. This was not good news.
'Can I really wait until that time?'
When he was in the dark and alone, he could not help but think too much.
Just as Brook doubted himself, he suddenly felt an itch.
Something seemed to sweep across his neck.
Hmm?
Was it a bug?
No, no, it felt different.
Brook did not act rashly. At this moment, the hair-raising mathematical feeling came back.
This time, Brook felt with his heart and indeed felt something sweep across the back of his neck.
Brook immediately became alert. His muscles tensed up, he held his breath, and his whole body focused on feeling the movement around him.
What was that thing? It was as thin as a brush.
If he could, he really wanted to light up his phone and use the light from the phone to see what was behind him.
But he could not do that.
Time pa.s.sed by slowly.
And Brook's nerves were at their limit.
He felt like he was going crazy.
Every time he thought he was okay and wanted to relax, that feeling would appear.
And the other party was no longer limited to aftershocks. His back, legs, arms had all been touched.
As time pa.s.sed, he had a certain understanding of what was touching him.
The black hair that tied them up, in the beginning, flashed through his mind.
He thought it was just an ordinary rope, but he did not expect it to be a hair monster.
The more he thought about it, the more he felt that the monster was behind him, and the more he did not dare to act rashly.
After all, humans were not machines. Anyone would not be able to stand being tense for a long time.
Finally, Brook could not bear the torture. He took out his phone shakily and then suddenly turned around to look behind him.
His bloodshot eyes were wide open, but there was nothing.
"Huh?"
Nothing? How could it be?
He looked around carefully, and all he saw was the dark brown inner wall of the wooden barrel.
There was really nothing.
After repeatedly confirming it, Brook subconsciously heaved a sigh of relief.
Could it be that everything that happened just now was an illusion of him scaring himself?
Just as he was consoling himself, he felt a piercing pain in his ear.
"Are you looking for me?"
His long black hair fell on his shoulder, and a head wrapped in long hair appeared beside Brook.
"Ah!"