Chapter 951 Lucky

It's not that no one wants to go upstairs, but it's already dark now. It's not a wise move to open a new map at this time, and who can be sure that it will be safe upstairs. Google search reading

Soon, the people in charge of drawing lots were selected. Miao Qing from Group 1 and Jiang Zhao from Group 3. They were the leaders of each group. Just when everyone thought that Group 2 would send Jiang Cheng, Jiang Cheng shook his head. , looked at the fat man and said, "The time has come when the organization needs you."

"Oh, okay." The fat man nodded and walked out.

Mu Wanming found a piece of crumpled paper from somewhere, then tore out three strips of similar size, and took out a pen. Just as he was about to mark it, Miao Qing interrupted.

"Let's do it." Miao Qing's tone was very polite, but his eyes were full of distrust towards Jiang Zhao and the others.

"Just Mr. Yi Miao." Jiang Zhao smiled and took the pen and paper, handed it to Miao Qing, and explained by the way: "Some of the unpleasantness before was because I was obsessed with ghosts. There will be no next time. I hope to accept If I can cooperate with everyone sincerely, I will let everyone see my sincerity.”

"We very much hope to see Mr. Jiang's sincerity. Everyone has the same purpose, they all want to survive." Seeing Jiang Zhao give the steps, Miao Qing was happy to follow. After all, the mission has not officially started yet. At this time It's too ugly and does no good to anyone.

Jiang Zhao nodded kindly when he heard this, and then looked at Jiang Cheng. He knew clearly that this person was the core of Group 2 and the most difficult one to deal with, "Jiang Xiaoyou..."

"You can live through tonight before we talk about anything else. Jiang Cheng is too lazy to pay attention to him. This guy can do things like changing other people's names as soon as he comes up. He will even betray his teammates when he is in danger. If we expect him to cooperate sincerely, it is better to believe that the fat man can fly." .

"Sneeze!" The fat man sneezed suddenly.

Jiang Zhao's face turned red and white. Although he still had that kind smile on his face, he looked a little distorted.

Bai Xiaojie first carefully checked each piece of paper. After finding no problems, he lightly put a tick on one of them with a pen. Then he folded the three pieces of paper into small squares, shuffled them in order, and placed them On the ground, "Because I prepared it, you two groups will smoke first." Everyone understood that Bai Xiaojie's move was to avoid suspicion.

After Jiang Zhao's eyes lingered on the three squares for a few seconds, he reached out and took one away. However, he did not open it on the spot. Instead, he held the note and looked at Miao Qing and Fatty, obviously waiting for them to come together.

"Brother Wang." Miao Qing looked at the fat man and reminded, "It's your turn."

"What are you dawdling about? Hurry up!" Mu Wanming rubbed her arm. She felt very bad here. She would rather go into the room and stay there than stand in the corridor.

It was already dark outside, and there was a shadow at the end of the corridor, as if something was standing in the shadows.

The fat man squatted in front of the remaining two slips of paper and grabbed one without much hesitation.

Miao Qing picked up the last one, but before he could open it, he saw the fat man spreading the opened note on the ground, scratching his head, and said in a simple and embarrassed manner: "I got that one."

There was a check mark on the unfolded piece of paper.

Now even Huaiyi can see some signs. Brother Fugui doesn't seem to be very good at fighting in Crimson. His ability has not been shown yet. How to describe it? He is like Crimson's mascot. He is very flexible. And the luck value is ridiculously high.

And this aura seemed to be able to infect the people around him. During the time he was with Fatty Jiangcheng, the door in his body became much quieter, and he even felt like he was being healed.

"Young friend Wang is so lucky." Jiang Zhao praised him indifferently.

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"I'm willing to admit defeat." Miao Qing put away the note and stood up.

For the time being, he didn't see the problem. There were not three connected doors. Jiang Cheng chose two rooms next to each other for Fatty Huaiyi. Jiang Cheng lived opposite them, so that if something happened, he could easily take care of them.

Soon, everyone chose a room. Miao Qing took the initiative to take on one of the two doors that seemed to have a problem, while Jiang Zhao's group continued to draw lots until Mu Wanming came out with a look of resentment. Obviously, She won the lottery.

Just when Mu Wanming took a deep breath, opened the remaining door that seemed to be problematic, and was about to walk in, an old voice sounded, "Wanming." Jiang Zhao walked over quickly, "Master and you Let's change." He pursed his lips slightly, a rare sincerity flashing in his eyes.

Mu Wanming was stunned for a moment, "Master..."

Jiang Zhao patted her arm and said with a wry smile: "Go over there. You don't have much experience. I'd better pass this door for you as a teacher."

"Thank you, Master." Mu Wanming went to Jiang Zhao's original door. The door had been opened by Jiang Zhao, revealing a black gap. She couldn't help but feel a little moved while she was happy. The master was still thinking of her.

Ouyang Huanbin snorted and immediately entered his room.

The room in Jiangcheng was not large in size and was simply decorated like a hotel, with a bed, a table and a chair with armrests near the window. The window was very narrow and the lighting was poor.

Jiang Cheng tried it, but he could only open about 1/5 of the window, and then it got stuck, and no one could get through the gap. In the real world, Jiang Cheng would think it was because he was worried about someone accidentally falling down, but in the Here, his first reaction was to prevent the people in this room from escaping.

With this idea in mind, he began to check the room in a targeted manner. The lights in the room flickered on and off, and the lighting provided was very limited. When Jiang Cheng found a few candles in the drawer, the situation became slightly better.

He continued to look in the drawer and found a few more pieces of cloth and a box of nails.

When he moved the chair, he found that it was surprisingly heavy. After careful observation, he unexpectedly discovered that it was an iron chair with a layer of wood-colored paint on it. In the dim environment, it could not be found without touching it.

Moreover, there were traces of repeated friction on the front of the armrest of the chair.

Next, he found scratches on the lower part of the chair legs. The traces were concentrated on the two front legs of the chair, but not on the two back legs.

Slowly, a picture emerged in Jiang Cheng's mind. Someone had been trapped in this iron chair, with his hands and feet fixed. They should have been iron handcuffs and shackles.

And these traces were left by people struggling constantly.

His fingers rubbed the scratches, and for a moment, he seemed to be able to feel the pain and despair of the people at that time.

What exactly is this place?

Jiang Cheng couldn't help but stand up and looked towards the corridor with a strange look. Could it be that these rooms were used to imprison people? This was not a residence before, but a prison for prisoners?

But there is no reason for the prison to be as carefully arranged as the one downstairs, and the overall layout of the building is not similar.

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