Chapter 550: Puzzle in the Dark
Wu Xian immediately stepped back to take a closer look.
Compare that row of footprints with your own.
"Sure enough, it's not mine. This footprint is much bigger, about two meters high, and the footprints are merged together. It doesn't look like someone walked over, but more like someone jumped over with legs together..."
Wu Xian licked his lips.
"That is to say, there was something taller than me just now, and it was following me by standing long jump, but I didn't hear any sound!"
Wu Xian was very confident before entering the sports warehouse, but now he feels a little guilty.
This thing that was following Wu Xian was a big threat, but Wu Xian had no way of finding him for the time being. He decided to put the ten balls back in place first and then consider catching the mouse.
So Wu Xian quickened his pace and walked quickly into the depths of the sports warehouse.
When he walked into the warehouse, Wu Xian saw a shocking scene.
On the innermost side of the warehouse, the floor, walls and ceiling were covered with human corpses.
All of these corpses were wearing sportswear from the training center. Each corpse was broken to varying degrees. They should all be students who had died in physical education classes. These men and women all had their eyes open, and their gazes were all on Wu Xian, making Wu Xian feel extremely pressured.
Soon, Wu Xian found the stands for the ten balls.
In the center of the wall of flesh and blood, there are ten headless corpses. These corpses should be the supports of the ten balls.
Wu Xian swallowed his saliva, held the candle in one hand, grabbed the corpse's hair with the other, and stepped onto the bloody floor despite the intense discomfort.
call!
Suddenly, a head on the side of the wall blew a breath, blowing out the candle in Wu Xian's hand.
Wu Xian cursed under his breath and struck a match, trying to relight the candle.
Squeak, squeak…
Sparks flickered in the darkness, and the flame of hope had just been lit when it was blown out by an evil wind that came from nowhere.
It seemed that he could not enter the confines of this floor of flesh and blood with a lighted candle.
If Wu Xian was the only one in the warehouse, he could light a candle and put it outside. As long as there was a faint light, it would be enough for Wu Xian to return the head to its original owner.
But Wu Xian was not the only one in the warehouse, so he had to hold the candle in his hand, otherwise it would be terrible if it was stolen by other things.
So Wu Xian shook his head, took out all the heads and placed them on the ground one by one.
He found the heads corresponding to seven of the bodies based on their gender, age, and weight.
But there were three female corpses whose appearance could not be identified.
Wu Xian blew out the candle himself, put it in his bag, picked up four people whose positions had been confirmed, and after some psychological preparation, stepped onto the soft flesh and blood floor.
The flesh and blood on the ground was pieced together from fallen pieces of meat. It was disgusting to step on, but it didn't make Wu Xian feel too disgusted.
But it’s different with the corpse on the wall. You can just touch it and know where you have touched the corpse.
He braved the darkness and went back and forth twice to put all four heads back in place.
But the remaining three are difficult.
Wu Xian could only grope in the dark, using his palms to explore the outline of the corpse, the touch and roughness of the skin, and the marks on the fracture, as if he was playing some kind of difficult puzzle.
He hesitated many times before putting the three heads away.
This experience is simply indescribable. The smell here is extremely bad, and every head can speak. People with poor mental quality may vomit in just a few seconds...
Fortunately, Wu Xian survived. He breathed a long sigh of relief, walked out of the bloody floor, relit the candle and prepared to see if the heads were put together correctly.
The moment the candlelight came on, Wu Xian saw a horrible face covered with wounds, and cowbell-like eyes staring straight at him.
Wu Xian was so frightened that he shuddered and subconsciously drew his bayonet.
The man waved his hands quickly: "Don't be afraid, it's me!"
Wu Xian looked closely and realized that the man was the sports coach Guo Xiaodong.
Guo Xiaodong smiled and said, "I saw that you haven't come out for a long time. I was worried that something happened to you in there, so I came to check on you."
Wu Xian put his hands behind his back and bowed slightly.
“Thank you for your concern, coach.”
Guo Xiaodong continued to ask: "By the way, did you find the mouse?"
Wu Xian pondered, as if fiddling with something with his hands behind his back, and only pulled his hands back after a moment.
"Of course I found it, it's right in front of me!"
The person in front of me is the rat that sports coach Guo Xiaodong mentioned!
After Wu Xian finished speaking, he stretched out his hands forward, and the blood-soaked old wolf-whip appeared out of thin air, stabbing fiercely at the sturdy man in front of him.
But Guo Xiaodong jumped back and avoided the attack of the wolf's whisk, then stood in the distance and looked at Wu Xian coldly.
There is almost no flaw in Guo Xiaodong's appearance.
But apart from the appearance, everything else is flawed.
The real Guo Xiaodong never speaks so casually, and he has already made it clear that he will not enter the warehouse. The most important thing is that this fake Guo Xiaodong kept his legs closed while speaking!
In fact, as early as Wu Xian discovered the row of footprints, he knew that the mouse might be a fake Guo Xiaodong.
Because the footprint was very big, and in the training center, the only people with such big footprints were Guo Xiaodong and Su Mi. In addition, Wu Xian had already seen the existence of another fake Guo Xiaodong, so after seeing the footprint, he already had an idea in his mind.
But next, Wu Xian has to consider how to deal with this fake Guo Xiaodong.
The fake Guo Xiaodong jumped on the spot a few times and then stopped, with a strange smile that contained some expectation on his face.
"Let's have a competition, let's have the standing long jump!"
"That fake guy should have said that I wanted you to take me out, and if you could keep your legs closed and catch me, I would go out with you!"
Wu Xian snorted coldly and decided not to cooperate with the fake Guo Xiaodong. Instead, he assumed a charging posture of [Aggression Like Fire] and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.
But the fake Guo Xiaodong was even faster. His legs seemed to be equipped with springs. He jumped quickly in a very devilish posture. Even with the aggressive speed, it was impossible to catch him.
After several rounds of pursuit, the faster Wu Xian went, the faster the fake Guo Xiaodong went.
So Wu Xian could only stop helplessly and tried to jump towards the fake Guo Xiaodong, but he found that this time the fake Guo Xiaodong did not escape at a speed beyond common sense.
Maybe this is the ability of the fake Guo Xiaodong. If someone runs to catch him, his speed will become extremely fast. Only by jumping to catch him will his speed become relatively normal.
So Wu Xian could only hold the candle and jump carefully towards the fake Guo Xiaodong. In order to prevent the candle from going out, he jumped very close every time.
In the dark warehouse, two figures were jumping and chasing each other, and the flames flickered, which looked very strange.
suddenly.
Wu Xian's eyes flashed, and he directly activated the magic power - the magic is one foot high!
Whoosh!
Wu Xian suddenly appeared one meter above the fake Guo Xiaodong's head, then fell freely, with his legs on his shoulders, holding the bayonet in both hands, and stabbed it into the fake Guo Xiaodong's head.
"Ghost-True Fire Curse!"
call!
Flames burst out from the bayonet!
(End of this chapter)
