Waiting means waiting, you can't wait.

Muke began to observe the wall. She said before that the color was wrong because the "blood stains" in this room were too fresh.

Human blood will change color over time and will not always look fresh.

"However, it seems...it is indeed human blood."

Muke didn't understand blood very well and couldn't be too sure, but it was really not like artificial plasma, let alone paint or something like that.

"Under normal circumstances, it is impossible for human blood to stay so fresh, but... what if the ghosts deliberately preserved it?"

Muke took out earrings and sharpened them carefully, trying to prick their wrists to bleed.

It's just that the earrings were not sharp enough and too small. In addition, the two prison guards could not be really honest. They kept struggling and knocked her earrings away several times.

"Tsk, it's just inconvenient not to have a knife."

Muke took out two eaten tablets and two uneaten tablets of chlorhydroxybenzoxazole from his pocket, and force-fed them into their mouths.

After the drug took effect, the bloodletting became much smoother.

Muke left their lives behind just to be cannon fodder. Naturally, he had some suspicions and put them into practice.

"If the blood is really deliberately reserved by a ghost, then this ghost should have a special preference and pursuit of blood, and should be the first to attack injured and bleeding objects..."

Before Muke could finish his words, a prison guard who was injured in the back suddenly began to scream, and clear bite marks appeared on his wrist.

It seemed that an invisible person was sucking the blood of the prison guard.

Muke glanced outside. It was getting late, but the sun had not completely set. The golden afterglow was really beautiful, with a warm atmosphere, which was in sharp contrast to the screams in the room.

"Being able to face the sun... is he a ghost?"

Muke doesn't have the tools to attack ghosts, so he may not be able to kill the evil spirit, let alone a fierce ghost.

"Fortunately, as I suspected, he had a need for blood, so he didn't attack me first."

Muke looked at the prison guard trying to struggle but unable to do so. He felt no sympathy at all, but just luck.

This room is a place where people die, and the prison guard sent her here just to let her die.

When faced with people who want to harm him, Muke will never show any mercy to them.

She retreated subconsciously, preparing to stay away first and then think of a way.

Suddenly there were footsteps from outside.

The sound of footsteps was very strange. It didn't sound like walking with shoes, but more like walking barefoot, and with bare feet pressed against the wall.

Through the rhythm and strength of the footsteps, it can be heard that the people outside seem to be very anxious, but they are trying to suppress it, as if they don't want their footsteps to be too loud or obvious.

It's a bit like... running away from someone.

Immediately afterwards, there was a very messy knock on the door. No, it was not a knock on the door, it was more like someone was slamming the door with his palm.

The whole door was shaking slightly.

"Is there anyone? Help me! Please help me!"

The voice outside was shrill, hysterical and anxious, as if if she didn't open the door, she would die outside.

Muke was not affected by the anxiety in the voice, but she was really thinking about whether to open the door.

Of course, this is not out of sympathy, but because she is thinking, is it impossible for other ordinary people to survive in this room by their own abilities?

After all, the gap between ordinary people and evil spirits is a bit big.

There seems to be only one way to survive - that is to apply for "foreign aid"?

The vampire ghost in the room is obviously a perpetrator, while the one outside the room seems to be a victim. If the two sides are really opposed to each other, can she benefit from the ghost queen who is placed outside the door?

But, is the truth really that simple?

Moreover, the other people locked in this room should be handcuffed to the bed and have no ability to open the door, right?

Therefore, no one has ever opened the door to the ghost outside.

Even if there was someone who was as conscious as she was and was not handcuffed, opening the door to someone outside would still feel like a double attack.

The guy out there is kind of like...insurance.

It's not her insurance, it's the ghost's insurance inside.

"This is an irrational option. Don't move yet and observe more."

The knocks outside the door became weaker and weaker, as did the calls. Blood seeped out from the cracks in the door, as if the person outside the door was bleeding too much and could hardly hold on.

Muke frowned: "Is it possible that there is really a living person outside the door?"

Soon, she shook her head.

It's not that there aren't any ghosts that bleed, it's just that there are fewer of them.

Moreover, even if there is really a living person outside the door, if she lets the living person in, it is not to save the person, but to help the person go to hell faster.

After all, there is a ghost in this room.

Muke is okay now, just because someone took it for her.

As the sun completely fell below the horizon, there was one less breath in the room, and there was a corpse that was pale due to blood loss, with deep bite marks all over its body.

"All the wounds were caused by biting? It's a very special attack method. Did the girls before die like this too?"

While Muke was still thinking calmly, the other prison guard was so frightened that the dark yellow liquid fainted on the floor.

However, he still could not escape his bad luck.

After all, Muke also bled him.

The knocking outside the door stopped completely, as if the person outside was dead, but Muke didn't even think of opening the door to confirm.

Because ninety-nine percent of the people outside are ghosts.

She wasn't sure before, but now she is sure.

The reason is very simple. The prison guard's wound was only caused by an earring, and the amount of bleeding was limited. However, the blood of the person outside the door had reached the point where he might suffer from hemorrhagic shock. According to the "vampire's" love for blood, he should give priority to attacking people outside.

However, the "vampire" has remained unmoved, which is enough to prove the identity of the "person" outside the door.

"Fortunately, the door was not opened. If it had been opened, it would probably have been a double attack by two ghosts. However, even if the ghost outside the door has a physical form... the door shouldn't be able to stop her for long, right? She has never broken the door violently. Could it be that... she doesn't dare to come in?

"

Not daring to come in means that the ghost outside the door may really be the victim, but the victim may not be trustworthy.

After all, in the idiom "to help the tiger", the "minor" who helps the tiger is originally the victim.

Muke used "tiger" to mock Chen Jie and others in dormitory 136 because of this idiom.

Seeing that the second prison guard probably wouldn't last long, Muke silently conjured up a cup of milk tea.

hungry.

I'm really hungry.

After entering this game, she hasn't eaten anything, so she can only drink milk tea to barely maintain a feeling of fullness.

"How on earth are we going to kill ghosts without weapons?"

Muke no longer had a watch on his hand, but with the help of the two prison guards' cell phones, he could see that the current time was seven o'clock in the evening, and there were still eight hours until three o'clock in the evening.
Chapter completed!