If he had just entered "Fumin Nursing Home", Ameng would have been full of confidence. Even if he couldn't beat the boss, he could still escape.

But now, he has lost confidence.

The headless old man didn't talk about it, and the body of ice and snow was lying next door.

The long-lost panic surged into his heart, and he looked around nervously, like a frightened bird.

Where will the sound of a kettle appear? The ceiling? Under the bed? The corner? In the cabinet?

Sweat flowed down his forehead, and he tried hard to soothe himself, taking a deep breath.

In the quiet room, there was only the sound of his breathing.

After a minute, he finally calmed down. But the fantasy of the sound of the kettle suddenly sounded from somewhere could not leave his mind.

His gaze couldn't help but look along his imagination.

The corner of the wall, behind the door, behind the...

When his eyes were cast behind the seat, a light of inspiration flashed through his mind.

He frowned and went to grab the running light of inspiration. The light of inspiration was like a child playing hide-and-seek, hiding without a trace.

He stared around the seat. Even if he had a light of inspiration here, the light of inspiration must have been hiding somewhere here.

His eyes remained on the socket.

A kettle needs a socket, right?

He suddenly shuddered, and quickly took out a small hammer and knocked down the socket behind the seat.

There is also behind the counter, next to the hospital bed, behind the water dispenser...

The dull knocking sound echoed in the darkness.

After knocking on the last socket, Ameng breathed a deep sigh of relief. He sat on the ground and put the small hammer back into his pocket.

He could not tell Abi and Amu about the socket now, so he could only pray for them.

Can this really prevent the sound of a kettle? Ameng's heart was filled with doubts.

"Amian thought of it too."

"The sound of the kettle and the socket are very obvious."

"Farewell, did you think of this before seeing it?"

"Why didn't Ameng remember it until now?"

"Because he didn't think about this before, he wasn't skeptical before, did Abi and Amu violate any rules?"

『It may not be just a socket. Even if it is a socket, just like what Xia Yi said, it would be fine to draw a socket on the wall for the boss of the kettle."

"It seems that there is movement, in Abi's room"

『Brothers, go!』

"Okay!"

A group of people flocked to Abi's live broadcast room. Abi was in the room next to the tea room. The live broadcast picture was dim and Abi did not use light sources.

In Scar Squad, Ameng is a think tank and Ameng is a force, and Abi's positioning is between the two. When Ameng is not here, he is responsible for commanding, and when Ameng is not here, he is responsible for fighting.

He could not deal with those powerful bosses alone, and could not come up with a solution, so he decided to lie flat and do nothing, just escaped for one night and handed over his destiny to God.

He was not afraid of the headless old man. After they hid, the headless old man would be gone. It seems that this boss will only chase the locked players, and it will be fine if he breaks out of the lock.

He was afraid of the sound of a kettle, especially the tea room was next door to him.

Why did I choose this room? Abi blamed himself. He thought at that time that the tea room had already ringed once and should not ring again. But now he felt that this reason was very funny and untenable.

His mind was messed up, and he thought of the key. That key was not the key of the door. Why was that key not the key of the door?

The clues to pass the level were suddenly cut off, and he had to panic and had to be afraid.

A collision sound came from outside the door, which scared him. He held his breath and did not dare to vent his breath.

Five minutes passed, and no other movement came. Abi gently patted his chest. Perhaps it was something that the headless old man bumped into while swaying.

He calmed down by this scare. He thought that apart from the petrified Su Saner, there were five players in the secret room, each in four places, and he would not be so unlucky!

What he didn't know was that Xia Yi and Ameng had cleared the socket, and the real denominator was not 4, but 2.

Abi lies on the bed, and he emptys his brain and doesn't let himself scare himself. Many times it's not that he is in the secret room, but that the players drive themselves crazy.

He missed Wu Sier, missed Wu Sier's wildness, and he missed Su Saner's lingeringness.

The head above has returned to normal.

He was about to get up, but it was inconvenient to lie down.

But as soon as he looked up, his heart suddenly jumped. He saw that there was a black shadow on the desk in front of the bed.

Is it a desk lamp? a bookshelves?

He couldn't deceive himself, the desk lamp and bookshelf were not that big.

He suddenly felt glad that he had not lit the lights and the other party had not seen him open his eyes. He lay back on the pillow and closed his eyes.

I don’t know what the black shadow is, but as long as it is the boss in this secret room, he can’t beat him or her. If he can’t escape, he can only bet, and he will not kill him.

One second, two seconds, three seconds, four seconds, five seconds, time passed little by little, and Abi's heart became more and more nervous.

Suddenly, a sound went from small to large.

beep--

Dou-Dou-Dou-

Abi's heart suddenly sank, it was the sound of a kettle! It turned out that this sound was made by a boss!

The voices were getting louder and higher, spreading throughout the nursing home.

Abi's body was tense, and he thought about whether to rush out or continue to pretend to be asleep.

Can he rush out?

He chose the latter item.

Since it was just dudu two days ago, there was no reason to change this time, right? I ignored it two times, nothing happened, and I ignored it this time, and there would be no accident.

He continued to lie in the bed, counting numbers silently to relieve the stress.

When he counted to three hundred, the sound of the kettle changed otherly.

The voice is getting closer and closer to him!

At the feet, waist, ears, and head...

The sound came to an abrupt end.

Leaving? Abi was surprised.

He continued to count to a thousand, but no sound appeared.

Open your eyes and take a look?

Thinking of this, he carefully opened his eyes a crack.

A fat face suddenly appeared in front of him.

His heartbeat stopped suddenly, and then he beat violently. He closed his eyes again and did not move.

A hoarse word came from his ear: "The water is boiling, why haven't you been pouring water yet?"

Abike doesn’t think that he can escape by doing what he says. Besides, this is not a kettle, but a fat old man. How can he use someone to fill it with water?

His hand pressing under him slowly moved upwards and inserted it into his pocket.

"Child, get up and get watered." The fat old man urged.

Abi jumped out of the bed, holding a yellow talisman in his hand, sticking it on the fat old man's head, and fleeing. He didn't even have time to open the door, and he broke into the corridor.

The headless old man in the garden noticed the movement and chased him. He quickly lowered his body and ran to the infirmary. He wanted to seek Amian's help. The infirmary's door without any movement showed Amian's attitude.

He hid in the room next to the infirmary.

This is the place where ice and snow died tragically, and the smell of blood filled the room.

Abi squatted at the door and heard the movement outside. He heard the headless old man running over, breathed a sigh of relief, and sat on the ground.

Have you shook it away?

"You haven't got water yet!" A voice sounded from behind him.

He still held a glimmer of hope and asked, "How to drink it?"

"It's just to pour the water from the kettle into the water bottle."

"Where is the water bottle?"

"You are."

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Chapter completed!