The intermittent notes came to an abrupt end, leaving deep marks of ballpoint pen on the paper.

It seems that the person who writes notes has to stop narrating for some special reason.

"Professor Bo, it seems that this is a terrifying escape room?" After reading the notes over and over again, Qin Yiren remembered the two numbers mentioned in it, "I guess there will be safe password doors nearby.

”

Behind her, Bo Jingxing looked at the ordinary bookshelf, raised his hand and knocked on the partition inside, scraping his slender fingers along the edge, and quickly opened a secret opening with a small safe inside.

The corners of the thin lips curled up, and Bo Jingxing chuckled and said, "Miss Qin, you guessed it right."

"But I only found two passwords." Unexpectedly, Bo Jingxing was able to become an excellent companion just for the first time playing. Qin Yiren looked at the safe he found in surprise, "Well, the password is four digits."

"Um……"

Bo Jingxing nodded slightly, and his deep eyes slowly looked at the entire office. His handsome face had an indescribable meaning in the flashing lights.

Qin Yiren didn't understand what he was looking at.

Similar escape rooms are all about searching for clues from the details, and they are almost careless on the surface. Instead of wasting time looking at the room, it is better to help her find it on the bookshelf together.

Thinking of this, she, a veteran player, looked up at Bo Jingxing's side face. The moment her eyes fell on him, the words she wanted to say suddenly choked in her throat, and then she felt a double headache.

The beautiful brows frowned slightly, and Qin Yiren leaned on the bookshelf behind her very tiredly. I wonder if he had encountered any special mechanism, but the bookshelf was turned over and sent her into the room behind the bookshelf.

For the safety of tourists, this kind of mechanism was very fast, but the force was not very strong, and did not cause any harm to Qin Yiren.

However, Bo Jingxing's attention was all focused on finding clues, and Qin Yiren, as a qualified player, did not scream like those delicate little girls, causing his rescue operations to be half a beat slower, and he could only watch the bookshelf

Close.

He raised his hand and slapped the bookshelf blocking the two of them. Bo Jingxing tried several times, but failed to turn on the mechanism, and said loudly: "Miss Qin, are you okay?"

Qin Yiren said that this kind of mechanism is completely a small CASE, and the fun of the game lies here.

"I'm fine. I think there should be a password box prompt here. Give me a few minutes and I will find a way out!"

Responding confidently, Qin Yiren looked around and found that the space behind the bookshelf was about twenty square meters, divided into two rooms.

The withered air wind that was deliberately lowered blew from the ground, and the lights flashed very much, but in short, the atmosphere was full!

Such careful background design made Qin Yiren serious and walked carefully through the first room serving as a consultation desk. The ground was sprinkled with black and red liquid of unknown ingredients. The touch felt sticky when stepped on it, which made people feel restless.

.

Very good, very good!

Immersed in the game with all my heart, Qin Yiren opened the notebook on the consultation desk. This time the content was much simpler, and he wrote unsettling words such as Run, Help, etc.

The only thing worth noting is that all words are words, in other words, it is likely to be a hint of the number two.

Secretly remembering the details in his heart, Qin Yiren calmly pushed open the door hidden on the innermost side.

The moment I opened the door, the smell of disinfectant came over me, making people feel that I was really in the hospital.

And unlike the old room outside, this room is obviously used for surgery.

Countless lights shone on the empty surgical bed, and the tools needed for surgery were scattered under the bed, and the clean and tidy appearance contrasted sharply with the outside.

Qin Yiren had a severe headache. She suddenly walked to the operating table and watched for a long time.

Although she knew that Huang Qian, or that she was a doctor in the past, she was certainly free from entering the operating room. She also hated the hospital very much and never thought about finding memories in similar places.

However, the scene in front of her was really familiar to her.

Whether it is the smell of disinfectant, the equipment in front of you, or the overall scene, it is part of Qin Yiren's memory.

Standing in front of the operating table in a daze, Qin Yiren looked down at his hands, and the nurses' reports seemed to ring in his ears, and the electrocardiogram echoed.

She was wearing a surgical gown, and the operating table was not empty. Various patients flashed through her mind, one of them was...

Talk about summer night?!

Realizing what the picture that appeared in his mind represented, Qin Yiren held the operating table with a split headache and forced herself to continue thinking about it.

That's right, she used to be Yan Xiaye's doctor. At that time, Xiaye gave birth to a cute baby boy, and later...

"Miss Qin!"

The sudden sound interrupted Qin Yiren's recollection.

As if she suddenly woke up from a dream, she was breathing in the carefully arranged operating room, and her snow-white forehead was covered with cold sweat.

Bo Jingxing heard her voice, pushed open the door and rushed in quickly, his eyes instantly locked in her trembling figure.

His heart suddenly became tight. He leaned over and squatted down in front of her, his voice soft and gentle, for fear of scaring her, "Miss Qin, are you okay?"

Qin Yiren's chest was sore that he was immersed in his thoughts and had no answer yet.

Seeing this, Bo Jingxing looked around and found that the scene was too realistic.

The blood that was delaying on the snow-white ground seemed to be climbing past the ground, all the way to another half-covered room.

From this perspective, the room was pitch black.

In such a terrifying scene, Qin Yiren didn't scream, which was already amazing.

Bo Jingxing thought for a moment, got up and went straight along the bloodstains, opened the door open, and quickly took out a notebook from it, which contained the information of the last number.

"Look, Miss Qin, these are just props and backgrounds, there is nothing to be afraid of." He held the notebook in front of Qin Yiren and shook it. He tentatively helped her up, "It's my fault, I've never been to such a place before.

, I thought it was just decryption.”

Qin Yiren continued to remain silent for a moment, but could no longer find the fleeting scene.

She smiled weakly, and she lowered her eyes in a complicated mood and said softly: "The background of this kind of story has nothing to do with supernaturalism. The final murderer must be a human. Eighty-mostly a crazy lunatic, and she is a crazy and very story-provoking one.

kind."
Chapter completed!