I Am Sending Red Envelopes In the Escape Game

Will the seven deadly sins "greed" be satisfied because of 888 Guansi's bribery? Mu Anqi didn't believe it herself.

For the time being, I think the night chase time is eight hours. Mu Anqi took out the white paper, picked up the pen, and seriously wrote all kinds of blessings on the paper. At first she wrote very smoothly, but later she stumbled and thought for a long time before she could think of it.

Oh, it's so hard. If you encounter a ghost or player with the ability to mute words in the future, it will be a real challenge to her.

After writing about fifty or so, Mu Anqi felt that her head was getting bigger. This... will this survive the night?

After hurriedly having lunch, Mu Anqi went to ask the other players what the four-character words for blessings were, but what they said were the ones that Mu Anqi had written down.

Also, there are so many blessings from ordinary people. Where would you go out of your way to memorize hundreds or thousands of words of blessing? Now that I have entered the escape game, there is no circle of friends anymore. The words of blessing I can remember for a while are nothing more than Gong Xi Fa Cai and the like.

Mu Anqi sighed, and after eating, she locked herself in the room and thought hard. She was thinking hard as a mask of pain beside the bed, and there were footsteps and shadows passing by from the bathroom from time to time. Mu Anqi glanced over there and turned around, not wanting to be disturbed by the ghost in the mirror.

Really, if you have the ability, you can come out. She couldn't even get out, and she tried to disturb her memory of words.

The closer to dinner time, the more irritable Mu Anqi became. She feels as if she is in the college entrance examination room now. She is trying to think about the last big question in mathematics. As a result, every time she has a flash of inspiration, when she is about to grasp something, there are always people grinding their teeth, moving their stools and coughing. The hard-won aura was interrupted.

Mu Anqi was incompetent and furious while holding the pen, and almost broke the pen in half. Finally, she couldn't take it any longer, carefully folded the paper and put it in her pocket, she stood up in a "shock", rushed to the bathroom door and kicked the door open - it was empty.

Take a deep breath, calm down... calm down. Mu Anqi thought of Ms. Wu Sansheng's speculation that ghosts need all kinds of emotions. If this speculation is true, then it can explain why the ghosts persevered in harassing her when she had already shown herself not to be frightened by the actions of ghosts in the room.

anger value.

After almost calming down, Mu Anqi walked over to the sink to wash her face, not surprisingly, she saw herself in the mirror looking at her with a weird smile. Mu Anqi was too lazy to answer, but she rolled her eyes when she saw herself in the mirror? And then all kinds of grimace...

Gan!

What the **** can a ghost do? You really don't dislike any emotional energy!

Mu Anqi felt that the style of painting of ghosts on her side seemed to be different. She washed her face with cold water again, and then left the room without looking back.

Why is there no such mentally retarded ghost in the first game? But speaking of it, the first game is also quite simple. There is no temptation, just to bluntly scare you and make you perform. For newbies...

Also quite unfriendly.

After having dinner solemnly, Mu Anqi didn't stop there. She had to prepare well for the crisis that might arrive at night.

"If the inference is correct, the key to this game lies in how humans restrain their desires and control their emotions." Zhao Guogu said before Mu Anqi got up and prepared to go back to the room, "See you tomorrow."

"...See you tomorrow." Mu Anqi felt very lucky that the players he met in this game were very friendly. However, when she thought that Zhao Guogu said that her ability was born with luck, she thought that it might be someone else's luck.

Back in the room, I took a serious shower and changed into clean gym clothes. Mu Anqi did a few stretches in the room, moving his muscles and bones to deal with the possible escape at night... er, it could also be all kinds of temptations.

Hold on to your heart, Mu Anqi! You were the one who won the 300 million lottery! That's three hundred million! You can even give up 300 million lottery tickets (forced), what else can tempt you?

After self-brainwashing again and again, Mu Anqi tried to temporarily brainwash herself into a refined person who regarded money as dung. She sat on the bed, holding the words of blessings she had written in her hands, waiting for the crisis to come in this silent environment.

…Drowsiness gradually came to my mind. Mu Anqi unceremoniously pinched her thigh, and she woke up the next second. At this time, she heard a series of footsteps...

What appears to be a person in leather shoes moves gracefully and slowly down the hallway, approaching her room...and then stops.

knock

knock

knock

Three slow knocks on the door sounded, which seemed particularly abrupt in this silent space. Mu Anqi's heart raised in her throat, as if something was pressing on her, making her feel a little uncomfortable. Are you going to open the door? But in the novel... whoever opens the door at night will die. Can you not go? Ghosts seem to be able to get in too.

Why didn't the ghosts knock on the door two days ago? Her counterpart to greed is...

The moment he noticed something was wrong, a feeling of falling suddenly hit. The sense of weightlessness wrapped her in an instant, and she was powerless to resist.

Time seems to have passed for a long time, but maybe only a second has passed.

She suddenly woke up and found herself sleeping on top of the golden mountain, what a majestic and even terrifying mountain. The mountain is pure gold, and countless jewels, accessories, and diamonds are scattered on the mountain, almost blinding her eyes.

Mu Anqi felt a little dizzy, she struggled to get up from the pile of gold, but found herself standing on the top of the mountain, and she could even see the clouds when she lowered her head! How high is this mountain? How much is this worth?

A magnetic voice whispered in her ear: "Want to stay? As long as you stay, everything you see is yours."

Mu Anqi shook her head, she seemed to have forgotten something. She felt that she should be wondering how she got here now, after all, she had never climbed a mountain before. But the subconscious mind told her everything was reasonable. Gold, jewelry, diamonds? Mu Anqi felt a tightness in her chest, "No. I think I'm overreacting, I want to go down..."

She is obviously not rich, but why... When she was stepping on the golden mountain, Mu Anqi felt that these things were useless? Ah, no, there is no Everest made of gold in this world—

The sudden falling feeling invaded in an instant, and the sleepiness drowned her like a tide. Mu Anqi felt that her consciousness was ups and downs, and finally woke up suddenly—

Snow white ceiling.

Um, bit by bit? Is it her leg that was put on a cast and hung up? Mu Anqi felt that her body was getting heavier, and she couldn't move. Chest tightness, shortness of breath... What happened to her?

At this moment, Mu Anqi suddenly remembered that she had a car accident on the lottery road!

"Ms. Mu, you finally woke up."

The door of the ward was pushed open, and a man in a suit walked in. He looked very concerned and said, "You have been in a coma for half a year!"

"...?" Half a year? No wonder...she was in such pain. Wait, 300 million lottery, half a year? Isn't this overdue? "Three hundred million, my three hundred million..."

"What? Are you talking about the 300 million lottery abandonment incident that made a lot of noise in the news some time ago? It's a pity, after the overdue... the abandonment amount has been charged into the lottery public welfare fund."

"?!" Mu Anqi's eyes widened, she felt a pain in her flesh. But the strange thing is that when she felt distressed, there was another feeling telling her: what is this? Unusable. "Is mine sick?"

"You don't want to ask who I am?"

"...Oh, who are you?"

The man in the suit straightened his collar gracefully, coughed lightly, and said, "I am the **** of wishes. You can make a wish like me and go back half a year ago."

"Why should I go back to half a year ago?" Mu Anqi beat her head with a headache. She felt that she was really sick, otherwise why was there a strange voice in her head that kept beguiling her to make a wish? The voice also said that if she went back half a year ago, she would not have been hit by a car, and she would have received a bonus of 300 million yuan.

God, how can there be a pie in the sky in this world? If she agrees to make a wish, the man will probably say that he needs 3,000 yuan to activate the space-time shuttle in the next second!

"I'm not a liar." The man in the suit looked a little ugly. He stared at Mu Anqi and waved his hand suddenly. Mu Anqi realized that the space she was in had changed! Although she was still lying on the hospital bed, the surrounding environment seemed to be another place...

"Look, gold bricks, jewelry, diamonds, antiques... you can have whatever you want. Even if you want to have 300 high-quality male models, just make a wish to me, and I can fulfill your wish! Or, you want to have Power? Richest man in the world? Head of state?"

"Well, is this a new scam? It even uses holograms..." Mu Anqi said sincerely, "I think you should be lying on this hospital bed."

"It's impossible, as long as people have desires! Say, what do you want!"

"I..." As soon as Mu Anqi opened her mouth, the phone beside the hospital bed lit up. She opened it and saw that it was the transfer information sent by the bank card.

500,000, 500,000, 500,000…

Text messages are swiping.

However, still not quite right. An inexplicable sense of disobedience surrounded Mu Anqi, she didn't know what was wrong. But it just doesn't feel right. It doesn't seem like she should be lying here, she shouldn't see these things, she should be in a room—

At, try... what?

Mu Anqi looked at the man in the suit, this was a strange neurosis. But it all seemed to come from him. "You, are you okay? I hope you are in good health." For some reason, the word "get well soon" was subconsciously replaced by the word "recovery". Obviously, Mu Anqi feels that she is not so literate... Huh?

The surrounding space fluctuated for a moment, and the man in the suit was full of astonishment. He suddenly ran up, leaped abruptly, and stepped over from Mu Anqi's hospital bed—completed an excellent hurdle movement.

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