[MTL, BL] Online Dating with Gods in Escape Game

1.4

Qi Huan turned his head, and the shrill scream came from the wretched man's table. Because he was blocked by the crowd, he couldn't see what was going on there, so he quickly walked over.

Wen Xiu, who was about to eat, also put down the tableware and followed.

The player's painful screams continued, and when Qi Huan approached, he found that a manic patient in his forties or fifty years old was sitting on top of him, waving his fork vigorously, and howling with great excitement.

Qi Huan was not impressed by the players who were attacked. Since he entered the game, he hid behind other people without saying a word, and his presence was extremely low.

At this moment, his left eyeball was stuck with the metal fork used for dining. Only half of the fork was exposed, and it was shaking slightly. The white trachea, at this time the player can't breathe, and he doesn't even have the ability to call for help.

The wretched men and the others didn't know if they were frightened or what was going on. They stood aside and only shouted for help, not even daring to come forward. Still, Qi Huan quickly grabbed the manic patient's hands, and together with Wen Xiu, lifted the patient to the side.

Then the medical staff came and hurriedly injected a tranquilizer into the patient. Soon the patient was unable to move, and the blood-stained knife fell with a clatter.

No one expected that the patient would suddenly go wild while eating.

The other mentally ill patients were still eating dinner quietly, and the tragedy did not affect them at all, and some even laughed strangely.

The attacked player fell to the ground, his body twitched slightly, and blood gushed out from the hole in his neck, like a small fountain. "This person is dead, the fork is so deep."

Qi Huan ignored him and called the doctor in the restaurant to come over for treatment, but the situation was so bad that the doctor hadn't cleared the blockage in the trachea, and the player's pupils had already dilated.

Totally hopeless.

When the medical staff saw that the rescue was ineffective, they pushed a stretcher to carry the body away.

When the player's body was lifted, the white coat on his body hung down, and Qi Huan's sharp eyes saw the familiar black stain again. The difference was that the stain was slightly larger and was easy to spot.

The corpse was transported away, the wretched man and the others began to discuss, Qi Huan didn't want to pay attention to them, and took Wen Xiu to wash his hands.

The wretched man was still disapproving: "It's unfortunate that he happened to be attacked by a patient, but that's okay, there is a limit to how often players die in the game, we are safe today.

" Talk, cold-blooded animal!" Wen Xiu also heard the lewd man's words, and was indignant, obviously disliked this kind of behavior, and wanted to talk to him, but Qi Huan stopped him, "Go wash your hands first.

" Still smeared with the blood of the players, Qi Huan was in a bad mood, and their behavior was shameful, but death in the game was very common, and no one wanted to die for others.

It's just that it's a little bit heartbreaking.

When he walked to the sink, Qi Huan carefully rubbed his hands with soap. In fact, in addition to his cold heart, he also had some doubts.

The dungeon of the novice level should not be too difficult. As the wretched man said, the frequency of death of players will be limited, and the conditions of death should also be limited to reduce the death rate of players.