After the retired judge enters the escape game

Chapter 8 3 Roommates

The voice over there still continued, but Qi Wuguo ruthlessly hung up the phone.

Things have developed to this stage, and the main line of this escape game is finally clear.

It's a who-you-believe game theme.

Duan Li, who was suspected of being killed in an air crash, and Zheng Hua and Wu Wei, who were suspected of being killed in a serial car accident.

All three roommates want to come back to be with you, who do you trust?

Qi Wuguo stood up and slumped on his chair weakly.He doesn't want anyone, he just wants to be alone.

Now that Zheng Hua and Wu Wei have confirmed that they are dead, the result of agreeing to their return is probably to take Qi Wuguo to die together.

There seems to be only one choice left in front of him, trust Duan Li and agree to him.

Qi Wuguo turned his head and glanced at Duan Li's desk, feeling something was still wrong.

The source of the information he got was Duan Li's computer, and by such a coincidence, he saw the photos of Zheng Hua and Wu Wei with just a swipe.Coupled with the strange sound of water last night and the white ash on the corner of Duan Li's clothes, Qi Wuguo still felt that he couldn't trust him.

This was completely a dead end, no wonder the old hand who taught at that time looked at him with a deadly look.

Qi Wuguo wondered if he had encountered some kind of curse recently, otherwise how could he, who has always been lucky, suddenly enter the escape game, and even randomly enter such a difficult novice level.

"Oh, God is going to kill me!"

Qi Wuguo looked at the ceiling and let out a long sigh.

"what happened to you?"

Duan Li's voice sounded at the door, almost scaring Qi Wuguo so much that he and his chair fell to the ground.

He stood up in embarrassment, and saw Duan Li standing at the door, with a cool aura on his body, neat clothes, and a handsome face.

Even if this person is a ghost, he is much more eye-catching than the bloody Zheng Hua and Wu Wei in the photo just now, Qi Wuguo had this thought in his heart.

"What are you dazed about?"

Duan Li opened his mouth again, Qi Wuguo came back to his senses, a thought suddenly popped up in his mind, there was no reason, it was just an intuition.

Painting a picture for Duan Li may leave a glimmer of life at a critical moment.

Qi Wuguo chose to follow his intuition, and said directly, "Let me draw you a picture."

Duan Li was stunned for a moment, he never expected Qi Wuguo to say such a word.

His lips curled up slightly, which seemed to be a very shallow smile: "Have you practiced?"

Qi Wuguo nodded to the outside of the balcony and said, "The sun is just right, and the breeze is not too dry. Of course, such a beautiful scenery should be painted as a souvenir."

Duan Li said: "Then you can sketch by the lake."

Qi Wuguo replied: "This kind of midsummer is of course more suitable for ice cubes. With you in the painting, it can neutralize the excessive heat of summer."

Duan Li was not annoyed, he walked over and asked, "Where are you painting? Do you want to go out?"

Qi Wuguo shook his head: "It won't take too much time for you, just sit there and I'll draw an outline, and I'll fill in other backgrounds when I get inspiration."

Qi Wuguo has a strange habit of drawing, combining reality and fantasy.

On the Internet in the real world, he is also an illustrator with millions of followers on Weibo, and the most famous series of paintings is Hell Flowers.

People who can be seen everywhere in real life appear in the scene of hell, and the conflicting and weird beauty impresses everyone who has seen it.

Qi Wuguo moved very quickly, in just ten minutes he had already sketched out the outline and drew the basic features of Duan Li.

He put away the sketchbook and said, "Okay."

Duan Li was very quiet throughout the whole process, without moving a bit, like a statue.

Hearing Qi Wuguo's voice, he turned his neck and said, "The painting is finished? Can I have a look?"

Qi Wuguo smiled and said: "This is not a finished product, I will show you after it is finished."

Duan Li got up and walked over.

Qi Wuguo froze slightly, thinking that the other party wanted to grab the sketchbook directly.He compared the physical gap between the two, and felt that if the other party wanted to grab it hard, he probably had no chance of winning.

But he didn't draw any messy things in his notebook, it's really just an outline, if Duan Li insists on reading it, then just read it.

When Qi Wuguo was about to compromise and hand over the notebook, he heard Duan Li speak.

"Your answer is?"

"what?"

Qi Wuguo blinked, unable to follow Duan Ruo's train of thought.

"I would like to walk with you all the time."

Now that Qi Wuguo hears the word "accompany", he almost has a stress reaction.

The crazy "stay with me" on the paper last night, Zheng Hua's "go back to accompany you" on the phone just now, and now Duan Li's "walk with you."

Qi Wuguo felt that this word was simply his death talisman, and every time he heard it, it meant that the guillotine hanging around his neck was pressed down an inch.

"I, I haven't figured it out yet."

Qi Wuguo could only choose to perfunctory again.

Duan Li took another step forward, and the distance between the two was less than half a step.

He lowered his body slightly, leaned closer and said, "Actually, I'm not a very patient person."

Qi Wuguo lowered his eyes, just happened to see the sketchbook he was holding in his hand, and said, "I'll answer you when the drawing is finished."

Duan Li seemed to get a satisfactory answer, so he pushed away a step and said, "Okay."

Qi Wuguo returned to his seat in one breath as if he had received an amnesty.Just after putting away the sketchbook, his cell phone rang.

It was a WeChat message from Zheng Hua.

"We're on our way, and we'll be back with you soon."

"..."

Qi Wuguo almost wanted to throw a black question mark expression in his face, big brother, when did I agree, don't make up your own mind, okay?

Qi Wuguo hadn't replied yet, and the next WeChat came in right after.

"Eight hours."

This WeChat message is from Wu Wei, and it's a bit out of date.

Qi Wuguo somehow understood what he meant, this is simply the countdown to death.

Eight hours later, the people who arrived at the door of the dormitory were probably not roommates, but two ghosts who died in a car accident.

Sure enough, in the following time, wechat will come in every hour.

"Seven hours."

"Six hours."

……

"One hour."

It was already dark when I received this WeChat message.

Qi Wuguo hadn't slept yet, he was sitting cross-legged on the bed, using his mobile phone to light up, and was drawing.

The current situation has reached a critical juncture. After thinking about it before, he felt that the only turning point for the matter probably lies with Duan Li.

From Duan Li's aura and calmness, he felt that no matter whether the other party was a human or a ghost, he was the only one who could deal with Zheng Hua and Wu Wei.

It's just that after Zheng Hua and Wu Wei's crisis, how to survive Duan Li's hands is a problem.

Qi Wuguo sorted out the details of the past two days, and felt that the only time Duan Li showed a slightly different expression was when he mentioned the painting.

His intuition told himself that no matter what the situation was, he should finish the painting at hand first.

However, painting requires inspiration.

Qi Wuguo grabbed a handful of hair and almost pulled it into a chicken coop.

The most critical thing in front of us is not Wu Wei's countdown urging his WeChat to die, but his lack of inspiration.

Qi Wuguo intuitively knew that this painting involved his own safety, but this sense of caution made him even more clueless.

In the dead of night, there is no sleepiness.

It's normal for Qi Wuguo to want to go to the bathroom.

He sat cross-legged on the bed and glanced at his phone.

There is still an hour before the death roommate duo will arrive, and it should still be possible to go to the bathroom.

Thinking of this, Qi Wuguo didn't delay, he opened the curtain and got out of bed.

He didn't turn on the light, and went to the bathroom in the dark with the light of his mobile phone.

All the way smoothly, no accidents happened.

Ever since the memory fragments appeared by the lake that day, this originally weird girls' dormitory has become extremely normal, without any gloomy feeling at all.

The most obvious manifestation is that the natural air-conditioning effect has disappeared, and the bedroom is as hot as a steamer, and the temperature has not dropped much even at night.

Qi Wuguo let his thoughts fly around aimlessly while walking towards his bed.

Speaking of which, Duan Li didn't know what his physique was, and he didn't see much sweat in such a hot day.

Qi Wuguo was a little jealous, thinking that because the weather was too hot, the inspiration in his body would be washed out with sweat, and Duan Li would sleep quite peacefully.

He turned around and took a look in Duan Li's direction, through the white mosquito net and the dim light, he couldn't see clearly what was going on inside.

It's not good for Qi Wuguo to get too close, lest he wake up the other party.He didn't want to go back to the steamer-like bed for the time being, so as not to be even more uninspired to draw.

After much deliberation, Qi Wuguo chose to move the stool to the balcony.

He set up his mobile phone to light up, stepped on the middle of the carved railing, the sketchbook was spread out on his lap, with a pen in his hand, his mind was blank.

The moonlight in the sky is quite beautiful, and the dark blue sky is inlaid with unscrupulous stars.

In the real world, this kind of scenery can only be seen in the sparsely populated countryside.

Qi Wuguo has seen a lot, and since he graduated, he seldom waits for a long time in a fixed city.Although he is a hedonist, but because he likes beautiful things, he spends a lot of time outside to collect pictures.

When I think that there is only this campus under the starry sky in front of me, no matter how beautiful the scenery is, it becomes a bit dull.

Qi Wuguo stood up and leaned on the railing to look at the size of the university.

However, I didn't see the boundary, but under the reflection of the dim street lights, I saw a car driving at the end of the road.

It was a white commercial vehicle, and the speed was very slow.

In fact, to be precise, it can only be regarded as a pile of scrap iron.If Qi Wuguo hadn't seen him in the photo a few hours ago, he would definitely not be able to describe him as a white commercial vehicle.

The front of the commercial vehicle has been completely crushed, but the headlights are still firmly on, and the white lights are inexplicably glowing green.

As the car drove further and further, Qi Wuguo could barely see what was going on inside the car.

There were people in the car, both in the driver's seat and the passenger's seat, but the light was not good, and the faces of the two people could not be seen clearly from the balcony.

Qi Wuguo didn't really want to see it clearly either. He recalled the scene in the photo and felt that if he could see it clearly at this time, the original few inspirations would probably fly even further.

He turned around and glanced at his phone.

There are still 10 minutes left before Wu Wei's countdown.

The two people in the car, or the two ghosts, have a sense of time.

After the white commercial vehicle drove to the downstairs of the dormitory, it stopped and there was no more movement.

The headlights went out, and the body was squeezed to less than a meter. Looking from above, it looked boxy, like a coffin.

Seeing this scene, Qi Wuguo chose to go back to the dormitory.

The reason is very simple, if it is an aesthetic coffin that can inspire some inspiration, then this one is fine.