Seven Days Escape Game

"Rounds."

Bo ye heard the voice of youth behind his ears.

When he wiped the bucket on his face, he could not help but pull the water off his face. The first entry is a slim waist, wrapped in a lotus root pink decent cheongsam. If you scan down again, you are immediately attracted by something, and it's hard to move away. The cheongsam is bold in design, with a high slit on the side, and the two pieces of cloth are separated at the side of the intersection.

There was an unseen view in the light.

"What can I do for you?" Bo Ye's fingertips slide, his tone is not serious, and his handsome eyebrows and eyes are full of publicity and wantonness. He is full of romantic atmosphere. "Besides, I don't think there is any dangerous goods in this room."

The man took back his hand from Bo Ye's hand, put his cool fingertips against his forehead and calmly said, "you."

After appreciating for a while, Bo Ye moved his eyes from the fork, lifted his eyes lazily and asked, "what?"

In the dim light, through the mist, we can only see the beautiful facial contour of the man.

"You." The man repeated, adding a little bit of strength to his fingertips and saying, "it's dangerous goods."

Bo Ye's eyes were suddenly deep. He grabbed the hand and dragged him into the bucket.

"Plop -"

with a huge sound, Tang Zhi wakes up from his dream. He opened his eyes and looked vaguely at the top of the tent in the dark.

There are still pictures of dreams in my mind. Bo Ye's smooth and translucent texture in the mist, the warmth of his palm, the sound of the water, and his familiar lotus root pink cheongsam In the end, it's all over with the sudden invasion of the water.

Tang Zhi's small face suddenly turned red. He twisted two long legs in the quilt, covered his face in a collapse and turned to one side. He felt that he was too shameless. He actually had that kind of spring dream

The moment of turning over, the whole person was obviously stunned. He felt the bed beside him in disbelief, rose slightly, and whispered, "Bo Ye?"

The lover who was supposed to sleep on the outside is missing, and the bed is half empty. After a while, Wen didn't leave.

Tang Zhi immediately opened the tent and got out of bed. After getting off the ground, he walked out of the room without his shoes on. At the moment, his mind was in a state of confusion, and his heart was pounding with a premonition that something had happened.

Both the middle-aged man and the girl named Xiaoqiu have been out of the house in the middle of the night. Bo Ye has disappeared now. He must be outside. Tang Zhi couldn't figure out how he could have

Tang Zhi unconsciously clenched his lower lip and remembered the sound of the water in his dream. Only then did he realize that the sound came from the cooking pot in the yard. There must be something falling in, and the sound will be reflected into the dream.

With this in mind, he stepped up his pace, pushed open the door of the guest room, jumped over the fence beside the corridor, and ran to the northwest corner of the foggy yard.

“Candi？” It's strange that people in the same room don't wake up after making such a big noise. Gu Meng raises her head and follows Tang Zhi's figure in the dark. Her mind is not very clear.

It was not until Tang Zhi rushed out of the room that Gu Meng realized the seriousness of the matter. He suddenly sat up and called out, "candi!"

At the same time, he opened the paper window on his side and saw that Tang Zhi was still heading for the big pot of boiling water.

"Damn it..." Gu Meng's first reaction is that the child is also evil and is going to seek his death. He got up in a grunt, and had no time to walk through the main door. He jumped out of the open window to the outside of the guest room.

"Candi, where are you going? Come back Gu Meng was frightened and afraid, for fear of something wrong with her companion, and her tone was not conscious and severe. After he chased out, through the hazy fog, he saw Tang Zhi standing still in front of the big water tank with "gurgling" sound in his thin white clothes. When the wind blows in the late autumn, the clothes flutter with the thin back, which makes Tang Zhi feel miserable.

After catching up, Gu Meng looks at the cooking pot from Tang Zhi's perspective. The steaming hot air was carried away by the rapid air flow and drifted to one side, exposing the boiling water in the tank. Among the bubbling bubbles, the dark gray brown of the bottom of the tank can be seen.

Tang Zhi's delicate little face has no expression. He turns a blind eye to Gu Meng, as if immersed in another world.

Gu Meng turned him around, slightly anxious and said in a deep voice, "Tang Zhi, you look at me. What's the matter with you?"

Tang Zhimu ran away from the water tank and looked at Gu Meng. His voice was very cold: "it's gone."

"Gone?" Gu Meng twisted her eyebrows and said, "what's missing?"

Tang Zhi didn't say a word. He waved his hand and ran in another direction. He didn't know where to go. Maybe even he didn't know where to go.

Gu Meng's brain suddenly turns around. Only Bo Ye can cause Tang Zhi's great reaction.

He was about to catch up with him and was pulled from behind.

Therefore, Gu Meng looks back and sees en Jin's cold and beautiful face, with a clear sense of getting up. There was no time to explain. She just took away en Jin's hand and sped up her voice: "Bo Ye is missing. Go to other places in the house to look for it."It was dark in the house, only the white paper lanterns hanging on the corridor outside gave off a little light, and the room was too dark to see.

After passing through the central hall, Tang Zhi saw a light like a star in a room on one side of the backyard, which made the paper on the wooden pane light red and transparent. Although the light was weak, Tang Zhi's sight was firmly grasped in the dark night.

Tang Zhi rushed to open the door without thinking about it.

The light comes from behind a screen embroidered with landscape paintings in the room, reflecting a human figure. The black shadow climbed up the beam and filled half of the room.

Seeing the shadow, Tang Zhi was relieved and suddenly recovered. "Bo Ye, why did he run out without saying hello? Don't you know how dangerous it is at night?"

As he walked towards the screen, Tang Zhi looked around. Most of the space in the room was engulfed in the dark, but he still saw that it was Miss Ding's boudoir.

"Bo Ye?" Without hearing the answer from the other side of the screen, Tang Zhi continued to move forward.

When he walked around the screen, he saw a tall man sitting on the chair against the wall, with a pair of unfinished landscape embroidery stretched on the shelf in front of him.

Bo Ye lowered his head and looked pale, but his expression was calm and calm. He didn't seem to notice that Tang Zhi entered the room, or that he didn't care about anyone entering the room. He sticks to a silver embroidery needle in his right hand. Even from a distance, Tang Zhi could see that there was a thick liquid hanging on the slender needle, and a dark red thread was attached to the end of the needle eye.

Bo Ye's right hand rises and falls, falls and raises again and again, and seems to be embroidering something. Tang Zhi only felt that his voice was stuck in his throat. For some reason, he could not move forward by the screen.

"Bo Ye..." He frowned, and his heart was stifled. Rarely did he show such a sad expression, and gave an uncertain light call.

Bo Ye seemed to finally hear the clear voice. He lifted his eyes and looked at Tang Zhi. Soon, he lowered his sight again.

The hand that sticks to embroidery needle then falls. Bo Ye's left hand is placed on the taut and straight landscape embroidery, and the tip of the needle goes into the flesh on the side of his index finger. With a thin thread, he penetrates the embroidery below, and then puts it on again below. It should be a blockage, the right hand with a point, the tip of the needle pierced the skin and back into the top. The snow-white silk thread was dyed dark red with blood.

A pair of longer and more beautiful than ordinary people's hands, now drenched with blood, fingers and the back of the hand are covered with staggered lines. The silk thread was sewn into the meat, and the whole hand was firmly nailed together with the embroidery below.

"Sorry, I couldn't finish the embroidery, so I lost." Bo Ye's tone was very calm. His right hand, holding an embroidery needle, continued to sew his left hand. The rhythm was dexterous, but the stitches were disorderly. It was a person who did not often hold a needle or thread.

Hearing Bo Ye's voice, Tang Zhi immediately returned to his senses, blinked his tears from the bottom of his eyes, and rushed forward to hold his right hand. At the same time, he lifted the scissors to one side. But when he faced his left hand, which was densely sewn with thread, he could not start. For a moment, he did not know which thread to cut to save Bo Ye's hand.

"Bo Ye, don't move Facing the bloody hand, Tang Zhi twisted his eyebrows and bit his lower lip to drip blood.

"It's no use." As if seeing through Tang Zhi's intention, Bo Ye gave a faint smile, and his tone was full of happiness. "It's my turn."

"Nothing." Tang Zhisong opened his hand, squatted down and carefully cut the thin thread connecting the embroidery on the edge of his left hand with scissors. His voice trembled a little, "don't move, it will be OK soon I'll take you back to your room and go to bed later. Don't run around and go anywhere... "

Bo Ye lowered his eyes and looked at Tang Zhi with a smile. He stopped and let Tangzhi busy with his left hand.

So when Gu Meng and en Jin break in, they see such a frightening scene. The blood on the embroidery soaked half of the cloth.

"Shit!" Gu Meng was a little grumpy and went up to him and said, "Bo Ye, what are you crazy about in the middle of the night?! Which pervert can sew hands to play! "

Looking at Gu Meng, Bo Ye didn't hear what he was saying. He just shook his head and said to himself, "tomorrow she will take me away..."

Tang Zhi's eyes flashed, and the sound of cracking silk began. Gu Meng and en Jin look, they see the scissors inserted vertically into the tight silk between the wooden frames.

"Give him back to me." Tang Zhi's eyes were cold. He stood up slowly and looked down at Bo Ye sitting on the chair. He said in a cold voice, "I said, give me back Bo Ye. He won't go anywhere."

Bo Ye raised his eyebrows in surprise. A smile appeared on his pale face. His tone changed and he said, "it's useless. He didn't finish the embroidery. He belongs to me now."

"Bo Ye doesn't belong to you," Tang Zhi said with a sense of horror in his eyes

"Bo Ye is mine."