The candlelight on the candlestick suddenly lit up with the number of steps forward and then suddenly went out.

Perhaps because the two of them were too fast, some candles suddenly went out before they could light up, and the passage was filled with darkness.

And in this darkness, there were only the heavy breathing of the two of them.

There was also Feng Heng's anxious voice and the thumping heartbeat of being chased.

I thought that as long as I kept accelerating, I would catch up with that guy.

But what Feng Heng didn't expect was that this channel was not always straight.

The sudden appearance of the three-way intersection made Feng Heng a little stunned. He stopped himself, closed his eyes, and tried to distinguish the person's location in a metaphysical way.

But he forgot one thing, he was also in a running state. In this mental weakness, listening to the sound of footsteps that were gradually moving away from his breath is basically impossible.

Feng Heng gave up, there was no way.

Looking back at the way I ran over, darkness filled the entire passage, like an abyss, like an abyss hidden in the darkness.

Staring at the abyss, Feng Heng shivered involuntarily.

I remembered the tomb where I ran over, but I had no impression.

Turn around and walk towards the way you ran over. Since you were running straight, you can return to your original tomb chamber by turning back according to the same path.

Damn it, that guy actually ran away.

Although I don’t know why that guy ran away when he saw him, Feng Heng could completely infer that this guy had a secret that he didn’t know, and it might be about the progress of the next plot. His pistol also looked exactly the same as his.

But why run?

Feng Heng guessed that after the guy recognized him, he knew very well that if he handed over the clues to him, then there would be basically no hope of victory in other teams.

But the most important thing is that all the people in his team have appeared with him. If other teams have no chance of winning, what does it have to do with him?

No, when recalling, Feng Heng discovered a blind spot.

There were three people who had just appeared at the door of the tomb. According to the team he had entered the game, there was at least four people. In other words, there was still one person in their team that did not appear.

What kind of existence makes him rather abandon his teammates and protect the clues in his hands.

Feng Heng didn't know, and he couldn't guess.

After taking a deep breath, I took the first step towards the dark passage.

As we walked step by step, the candlestick in the passage seemed to be equipped with infrared sensing. When Feng Heng came not far away from the candlestick, the candle on the candlestick would automatically light up. Although it was not as sensational as the green fire in the ghost blowing light, the whole atmosphere that suddenly lighted up when people were seen makes people feel chilly.

When he arrived at the first tomb that he had just left, Feng Heng found that there was a painting on the wall of the tomb.

He became curious and walked to the wall and observed carefully.

After observing for a long time, Feng Heng thought that this painting should have no special meaning. It was just like a kindergarten child learning to draw. It was a stroke of one stroke, and it was completely inconsistent, and it looked like an indescribable strange feeling.

And just as he was about to lift his foot and leave, the sound of the previous passage rotation came from the soles of his feet again.

Damn, the passages have been rotated again, and now I can't find the way back.

Feng Heng cursed in his heart, while opening the camera hanging around his neck and taking a look at the time.

The time just now was 21:42, and the time is 22:03. Now, just subtract the two to know the rotation time of the channel.

"Black 1:00, 3:00, minus 22:42, equals..."

Feng Heng sneered at himself and pinched his fingers to calculate. Perhaps because he had just finished running, he did not have any patience to calm down and calculate, so he kept muttering.

"It's thirty-one minutes, don't forget it. I've seen you have been there for a long time. Can't you even add or subtract questions like this kind of common sense in primary school?"

Just as Feng Heng was about to calculate it, a strange voice sounded from behind him.

Feng Heng was slightly stunned, became alert in an instant, turned around in place, then took a few steps back and looked behind him.

The whole action was done in one go without any delay.

Perhaps because the tomb chamber was too dark, when I first came in, I didn’t see another person at all, and now I can’t see clearly, so Feng Heng quickly turned on the camera’s flash and looked at the man’s face.

The dazzling white light that instantly lit up made the man unable to open his eyes. While blocking the light with his hands, he kept complaining and muttering in his mouth, as if it was a very normal thing for him to "suddenly appear" behind others' backs.

"Stop taking pictures, don't take pictures, I'm not a ghost, if you use the flash to illuminate me, I won't show my true colors like on TV."

The young man standing in front of Feng Heng was wearing a black hooded sweatshirt. He had been wearing a hat since the beginning. In addition, the light was dim, so Feng Heng did not see clearly. Now, after the white light, he was illuminated. He was about the same age as Feng Heng.

"By the way, you are Feng Heng, the player who completed the first plot? He doesn't seem to have much ability. He even has to calculate the questions of an elementary school for a long time, but that's it."

This tone, and this kind of words, made Feng Heng feel a little strange that he couldn't say.

He is obviously about the same age as himself, but his tone is so cheerful and lively.

Why do such players appear in such dark games?

However, there is a clear contrast in this way. The two are about the same age, but Feng Heng's heart is so dark, so eager to kill and blood. But on the other hand, this person cannot see the above characteristics at all, only cheerful, lively, sunny, and positive and motivated.

This is probably the difference.

"Who are you?"

"Me? I'm just a passing Kamen Rider."

The young man's voice sounded in the dark, with an inexplicable smile, which made Feng Heng a little impatient.

"What?"

I was clearly asking you for your name, but now you have such a sentence that comes to me, which is completely inconsistent.

He hates such people. He is clearly asking him seriously, but answering himself inappropriately.

Looking at Feng Heng's increasingly gloomy expression, the young man smiled slightly and put his hands in his sweatshirt pocket.
Chapter completed!