Chapter 35 Paper Clothes, Paper Figures
Chapter 35 Paper Clothes, Paper Figures
Walk out of the funeral shop.
It just so happened that there were four players standing outside.
It seems that he is very interested in this funeral shop.
But they didn't dare to go in directly, so they just talked at the door, hesitant.
When they saw Su Ming and the good guy coming out, their eyes suddenly lit up and they walked over.
A player named [Chatter] greeted them: "Brother Zhai, Brother Haoren, why are you here?"
"Ah, you are right. The new bus was unreliable. The driver had a heart attack and killed two players. He also destroyed the bus. It was a tragedy..."
He briefly recounted what had just happened at the entrance of the village.
Just as Su Ming expected, something went wrong.
In fact, he knew that even if the driver did not have a heart problem, other accidents would occur and prevent the players from leaving.
Finally, the chatterbox got to the point he wanted to ask: "Do you have any ideas on how to escape from this town?"
"Can you share it with us? We are like headless flies right now and have no idea where to go."
Su Ming thought for a moment and said, "There are several ways to leave the town, but each has its own dangers."
"The method with the lowest risk factor is to stay in the hotel and do nothing. I will handle everything within three days, and your mission can be completed at the same time."
Chatterbox: "But people also die in hotels... Aquaman died."
Su Ming: "One person dies every day, just consider it as protection money paid to the hotel."
"You might as well take a gamble. You won't end up dying on your own."
Chatterbox: "This is too passive. I don't want to gamble my life with luck."
"Brother Zhai, do you have any other ideas? I still want to take my destiny into my own hands!"
Since the other party asked for it, and Su Ming was in a good mood.
He then pointed out a relatively safer route: "Go to the police station and ask the security guard to take you out of town."
"However, there will be danger along the way, so it's better to stay in the hotel for safety."
The chatterbox clapped his hands suddenly, as if something had suddenly dawned on him: "Right! Why didn't I think of that!"
"Let the security guards escort us out of town. They should be considered good people and won't harm us."
"Thank you, Brother Zhai. Let's go to the Sheriff's Office!"
After saying this, the four people left in a hurry and headed towards the Public Security Bureau.
The good man praised: "The boss is really kind-hearted and willing to give advice to other players."
If it were him, he would definitely not help the other party escape, but would find a way to make them stay here forever and become the life beads in his pocket.
Su Ming said calmly: "Most of them will die. It will be good if one of the four can get out alive."
He said everything that needed to be said.
The other party didn't listen to him and insisted on trying a more dangerous method.
I can only say that he has too strong subjective initiative and has his own ideas.
Su Ming didn't want to say anything more. Everything depended on their own luck.
Su Ming: "There's still time. We can go around town again."
But the four of them ran to the police station, and after a sincere exchange with the security guards, finally, a young security guard was willing to drive them there.
At this time, a player asked: "Why did the two of them go to the funeral shop just now?"
"Could it be that there is something good in it?"
"Yes! I was so focused on escaping that I forgot to ask the funeral parlor."
"How about we go to the funeral shop again?"
"I think it's feasible. They have already been in there, which means it's not dangerous to go in." "We can also ask the boss what they did."
"Replicating it should increase our chances of escaping successfully."
The security guard driving the car rolled his eyes: "Just now you were desperate and anxious for me to take you away? Now you are not in such a hurry? Why do you want to go to a funeral home?"
Despite all the complaints, the security guard still took the four players to the funeral home.
The four players went in to inquire and heard that Su Ming had bought paper coffins, paper clothes, paper figures, paper money and other things.
They speculated: "This paper coffin and paper clothes can probably keep out evil spirits and monsters, just like armor. As for the paper man, it can probably protect our guards."
They also want to purchase some.
But the boss said that paper coffins would take time to make and would have to wait until tomorrow.
They were afraid of the night in the small town and didn't want to wait that long.
They simply bought four sets of paper clothes, two paper figures, and a pile of paper money. After each person put on a set of paper clothes, they got on the sheriff's car and continued their plan to escape from the black town.
The security guard frowned when he saw the four people's attire: "You are wearing the things of a dead person. It's unlucky."
"Take my advice and take off your paper clothes as soon as possible."
The four players, including Chatterbox, naturally wouldn't listen to what the security guard said.
They believed in their own judgment that this paper armor was a good thing for protecting themselves and saving lives, and it must be worn.
The security guard didn't say anything else and drove the four players away from town.
As they walked further and further, they found that the world around them began to become quieter and quieter.
The security guard hadn't spoken for a long time, and he didn't move at all, as if he was a machine that only knew how to drive.
The chatterbox suddenly noticed a detail: the security guard's clothes looked loose.
It looked like it was hanging on a clothes hanger, and it didn't look like there was a person inside at all.
Is he that thin?
No way, no matter how thin a person is, it is impossible to be this thin.
It was as if what was inside the clothes was not flesh, but a thin piece of paper.
Piece of paper?
The chatterbox realized something.
He observed carefully, and the more he looked, the more he felt that the sheriff who was driving was like... a paper man.
A chill ran up my spine to my forehead.
One player complained: "This paper dress is so tight, it makes me feel so uncomfortable."
"Indeed, that funeral shop is too stingy and doesn't even want to use more paper."
The chatterbox also felt a tightness in his chest, thinking that the paper clothes were too small.
But why didn't I feel anything when I first put it on?
On the contrary, now it feels more and more tight?
The chatterbox wanted to loosen the paper clothes a little, but found that he couldn't tear them open no matter what.
Paper is usually very fragile and easily torn, but now it is extremely tough, as if it has merged with his skin.
He could only call on other players for help: "Come on, lend a hand, help me loosen this paper shirt."
Others: "It can't be loosened. Look at us, we can't loosen it either."
The chatterbox looked at the other three players.
But they found that they had been clamped into paper shape by the paper clothes.
The original three player companions and two paper figures have now become five paper figures!
No, maybe more than five.
The chatterbox pinched his waist with his hands. There was almost no thickness between his stomach and back, only a thin layer.
Oh, it turns out that I have become a paper man too!
(End of this chapter)