PFC Chapter 11 Congratulations on coming back alive
Chapter 11 Congratulations on coming back alive
Behind the man with the knife stood a group of onlookers. They looked like they were strolling in their own back garden, walking into the door one by one without any hurry.
And then never appeared again.
In the center of the team, there was a sweet and lovely girl, her eyes casually scanning the chaotic crowd.
The moment their eyes were about to meet, Anjiu lowered his head.
My heart was in turmoil.
It turned out to be Miao Yan!
How did she get here?
It seems that this matter really has something to do with her!
Several scenes that had never appeared in Anjiu's mind emerged - taking things with bare hands, Miao Yan's special identity, the red light surrounding the building, a door leading to nowhere not far away, and the murderer who was killing people on the scene!
At this moment, she seemed to be surrounded by a fog full of danger, and she couldn't help but feel cold all over.
It seems that since the day I met Miao Yan, my life has been completely changed.
By the door.
The man behind Miao Yan was forced to stop, followed her gaze, and asked in confusion: "What are you looking at?"
"Ant~" Miao Yan turned around and smiled at him, threw the hair wrapped around her index finger on his face, and walked briskly into the door.
The man raised his hand and stroked the place that was touched, and there seemed to be a lingering fragrance between his fingers.
He chased after her with a smile, "Wait for me."
After the group of people had completely left and there was no sign of them returning from the door, An Jiu slowly raised his head.
The hall was in chaos, with screams coming one after another. The people who were unfortunately hit by the sword fell in a pool of blood, twitching all over, looking at the door not far away with despair in their eyes, but kept crawling closer without giving up.
The departure of Miao Yan and his group seemed to be a signal for action. The people who had been being chased in one direction suddenly had weapons in their hands, turned around and started fighting back.
Red sprays like fireworks.
The old and weak who had no ability to resist used their hands and feet to run desperately towards the door.
The building shook even more violently. Amidst the rumbling thunder, long cracks suddenly appeared on the walls, and rain poured in through them.
The world outside has turned into a raging ocean.
And it won't be long before the building collapses.
Those who didn't have time to run away were either crushed to death by the wall or drowned by the water. There was nowhere to escape.
Time was running out. Anjiu tried hard to keep her body shape while shaking, staring at the door that led to nowhere. When debris began to fall from the top of her head, she gritted her teeth and decided to rush in and give it a try.
I picked up the backpacks that others had thrown away after unloading, and hung one in front of my chest and carried the other on my back to prevent them from being hacked.
The scene was really chaotic. Anjiu tried to run to an inconspicuous place, but was still discovered by a man who was almost the same height as her.
When he rushed forward with a knife in hand, his expression looked extremely terrifying due to the splattering blood.
Anjiu's pupils contracted, and she hurriedly picked up the stick on the ground and held it across her body. The moment it collided with the knife, her palms went numb.
The man's eyes were wide open with murderous intent, and when he saw that his first attack missed, he immediately chopped again.
An Jiu had no time to think and blocked it passively, but she keenly noticed that the man had no strength in his hands. She subconsciously raised her foot and kicked hard at the other person's most vulnerable part.
The man's face suddenly turned red and he bent over in agony.
The opportunity is coming!
Anjiu wanted to escape quickly, but the moment he saw the bloody gate, he turned back, snatched his knife, and completely cut off his life.
When the blade was covered with fresh blood again, her hand trembled.
This was the right approach. She didn't know what was happening on the other side of the door. If the man calmed down and then got angry and chased her to kill her, with the natural disparity in power between men and women, how many times could she escape?
An Jiu wiped the cold sweat from his face and ran towards the door.
As he got closer, the red light near the door grew brighter, so bright that he could hardly open his eyes completely.
Anjiu's heart was pounding. After gripping the knife handle tightly, she rushed into the room without hesitation.
……
"beep--"
"beep--!"
"Number 17, congratulations on coming back alive!"
It was like someone was shouting in his ear through a loudspeaker turned up to full volume, and Anjiu subconsciously wanted to swing his knife.
But soon she found her body motionless and completely out of control.
At this moment, someone poked her on the shoulder.
When his vision became clear again, an enchanting woman with long red feathers on her head appeared in front of Anjiu.
She held a microphone studded with diamonds in her hand, and her voice came down rapidly from the sky, a true 360-degree surround sound, making Anjiu's eardrums buzz.
How is this going?
Why can’t I move!
"No. 17, you are great. You even brought back two extra backpacks. Now let our staff show what she brought back."
The host took a few steps back, and An Jiu, who couldn't even move his eyes, finally saw her full appearance - what a golden woman.
Anjiu had never seen such a 'dazzling' outfit, from the diamond headband on the head, the huge pigeon eggs on the fingers, to the gems sewn on the uppers of the shoes, every part was sparkling.
Although she was talking to Anjiu face to face, they cleverly never made eye contact.
As if she was afraid of affecting the dazzling light of the fine glitter powder on her eyelids.
Two staff members in green suits walked into view. When they got closer, An Jiu saw that they had powder on their faces, blush on them, and lipstick on them. They looked very, well... healthy.
They pulled out white gloves from their jacket pockets and put them on, then took off her backpack with quick and precise movements.
Anjiu heard his breathing become rapid.
She didn't know what would happen next, and tried her best to regain consciousness in her out-of-control body.
While doing this, a smooth silver table rose up not far away, and then a spherical object floated over, shining a beam of light from the middle, making the entire table particularly dazzling.
The staff placed the backpack on the table and slowly unzipped it.
The host's passionate voice once again echoed in Anjiu's ears.
"What a sight it is! I shall never tire of seeing it a thousand times! Let us see what is in it—clean cloth, buttered bread, some pens, a hat..."
Anjiu felt like he was being controlled by an unknown force. Apart from the physiological activities that allowed him to maintain his life, it was difficult for him to even lift a finger.
In her fixed field of vision, she used her peripheral vision to check her current environment.
Within the fan-shaped field of vision, there are nearly forty transparent cylindrical objects about two meters high.
There were people standing in the light, but most of the time it was pitch black and looked empty.
Due to the distance and peripheral vision, Anjiu couldn't really tell whether there was anyone there.
But she was sure that she was also in such a cylinder.
I focused my attention on the person closest to me again and counted silently for twenty times, but I didn't see any movement from the other person.
It seemed that those people were just like her and could only stand straight.
“I almost forgot, there’s also a carry-on space in number 17. I guess it’s filled with food too!” The host stretched out his left arm and waved it in a wide arc excitedly.