Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum: The fifty-ninth bowl of soup (5)

The fifty-ninth bowl of soup (5)

Xiang Xiaolan still overestimated her body. Although she has her own ability and strength in every world, this body is not her own, and it is a bit weak. For those who have undergone voltage training For her, if it was her own body, it wasn't enough to look at at all, but Xiang Xiaolan's body made her soft on the ground for three minutes before she recovered.

She rubbed her neck and stepped on the collar, and the thing suddenly shattered. Ding Xue climbed up against the wall. Compared with Xiang Xiaolan who had fully recovered, she was trembling all over, her feet were completely soft, and she could not walk a step.

But just like that, she still shivered and cursed Xiaolan as a lunatic.

Said to Xiaolan: "If you don't have this madman, you are a turtle in someone else's urn."

The locator and the camera follow them, no one should think about it, the people on the other side understand their every move, know their location and even look at the situation around them through their eyes. However, with a little pain, you can get out of this predicament, isn't it? Now that they are in the dark and have not heard of their deaths, Xiang Xiaolan does not think that the other party will let them go so easily. In that case, exports are just around the corner. "Hey, it's boring in this underground labyrinth, let's make a bet."

"What... what... bet...?" Ding Xue continued to tremble, speaking intermittently. "I...I...but...don't...don't gamble...life...life..."

"As long as you are obedient and let me send you, what do I want your life for?" Xiang Xiaolan snorted. "Just bet when I can get out of here. Three days, at most three days, how about you?"

Ding Xue's eyes widened: "Blow... brag..."

"Let's bet." Xiang Xiaolan smiled happily. "Betting 500,000, your half-year's fee income."

Ding Xue thought it was impossible, so she agreed. Xiang Xiaolan laughed and started walking forward. She was startled and hurried to keep up. Tears were about to fall. What is this? In order to write novels, how many others like her have taken their lives? Wouldn't it make sense not to give her a global literature award?

Unfortunately, her speed was much slower. Along the way, she saw Xiang Xiaolan's strange route from time to time. Sometimes she could walk the right way, but she had to go around a few times. Sometimes she just squatted down and walked. , and there are places where climbing is used.

Ding Xue originally wanted to refuse such a gesture, but Xiang Xiaolan suppressed it by force.

In the end she had to ask: "Why on earth are we going this way?"

"Hide from the camera, or what do you think?" Xiang Xiaolan looked at her with the look of an idiot, and Ding Xue almost fainted: "How do I know there are cameras in those places?"

"So didn't I let you go with my rhythm?" Xiang Xiaolan asked naturally. "I threw away the collar because I didn't want the other party to know where I was going, and if the camera didn't go to a dead end, then you might as well put on that collar again."

Ding Xue was in tears, she really thinks she is a very smart person, which can be seen from the many smart and witty characters she has created, several of which have won awards for best novel of the year , She is also very proud of herself and feels that she has a high IQ, but she didn't know until now that she was in the scene, the reason why she was able to create so many characters and write so many stories is because the direction of the story can be completely controlled by herself. Controlling, and completely different from herself, although Xiang Xiaolan doesn't write novels, her observation and caution about the environment are too many places that Ding Xue has never paid attention to.

"How do you know this? You've practiced before?"

"I know even if I haven't practiced, a smart person won't let go of any loophole." Xiang Xiaolan pressed Ding Xue's head and motioned her to bend over. "The novel you write should be full of bugs. You don't look smart."

Ding Xue is too lazy to cry now, she has been staring at Xiang Xiaolan: "I think I can learn from you, when I go out, I will definitely be able to write a super novel!"

"Oh? I'm the protagonist?"

"Yes!"

"A good guy or a bad guy?"

Ding Xue thinks that you don't look like a good person, but in order to flatter you, she still said: "Of course you are a positive person, you are so powerful, and you help me, who is it?"

"Then don't write. Good people don't pay for their lives. I want to live a few more years."

"Who said that?" Ding Xue was not convinced. "You can be the bad guy too."

"Also, the final outcome is that the bad guy kills the good guy and dominates the world."

"Evil is beyond good!"

"Bullshit." Xiang Xiaolan was very disdainful. "Then I'll leave you alone, lest I be a big villain who is really punished by everyone."

Ding Xue quickly grabbed her arm: "No, no, we have something to talk about, we can discuss, and everything can be discussed. Tell me how you want me to write it!"

"The story of a villain who has been a genius since he was a child, shattered the killing plans of countless good people and finally ruled the world."

Ding Xue: "...you are too..."

Xiang Xiaolan suddenly stopped, "Shh, there is a room in front."

"What?" Ding Xue squeezed her head and looked at it. Sure enough, there was a crossroad ahead, a round hut on the left, a big lock on the door, and no lights inside. what. "What's in it?"

"How do I know." Xiang Xiaolan pushed Ding Xue away from him and smiled. "But definitely interesting stuff."

She bent down to pick up the stones on the ground, turned to avoid the camera range, jumped up and gave a light blow with her right hand, and heard the camera crack with a crack. Xiang Xiaolan pulled Ding Xue, who wanted to grab the lock, "Wait." After saying that, she threw a stone in, and there was a muffled sound inside, and it was quiet. Xiang Xiaolan thought about it, studied the lock, and she knew how to open it. Yes, unfortunately there are no tools.

Ding Xue said, "What do you want to do?"

"Go in and have a look."

“See what?”

"You're annoying." Xiang Xiaolan turned to look at her. "Can you shut up?"

Ding Xue shivered when she saw her indifferent eyes, and did not dare to speak. Xiang Xiaolan narrowed his eyes and thought about it, and finally decided to do something simple. Since there is nothing to open, can he wake up with a stone?

Ding Xue was stunned throughout the whole process, dumbfounded as Xiang Xiaolan kicked the wall, kicked off half a stone, and smashed the lock with two slaps. She snorted with a smile at the corner of her mouth. , pushed open the door and walked in.

It was dark in the house, but luckily there were lights.

This house is similar to the cement house at the beginning. There is nothing but a wooden donkey inside. The wooden donkey looked old, with marks from various liquid erosions on it.

"Nothing." Ding Xue was disappointed. "Not even a weapon..."

"Who said no?" He poked the wooden donkey at Xiaolan, and it swayed suddenly, "This is a torture tool specially designed to torture women. It looks like this underground labyrinth is very interesting." A lot of dried blood stains, but this thing is different from the traditional wooden donkey. It has been improved. Xiang Xiaolan opened the wooden donkey's belly, pulled out the thin wire inside, and wrapped it around his wrist. .

"What are you doing, this is disgusting!" Ding Xue didn't dare to read it. Although she could write some serious things, it was the first time she really saw it. Just looking at it, she can think of the way those poor women are tortured to death, "If... if we were caught, would we be treated like this?"

"Otherwise?" Xiang Xiaolan was very curious. "Could it be that Bataan knelt down and begged you to sit up and prepare a sumptuous meal. Fifty naked and beautiful men offered a box of RMB by the way? What else do you know about these perverted people? "

She pulled out all the steel wires, and happened to tie her left hand dozens of times. This is the best weapon. For Xiang Xiaolan, the weapon is in her hand, and she has it in the world. "You too."

She dismantled the wooden board under the donkey and handed it to Ding Xue.

Ding Xue didn't dare to pick it up, and Xiang Xiaolan didn't force it: "Don't wait for me to save you when you're in danger." No matter what time of day you still care about this one and the other, you deserve to die here. Looking at the mentality and reaction ability of these six people, it is estimated that the last one could not go out.

Be aware of current affairs, and don't be hypocritical in extraordinary times.

After hearing this, Ding Xue took it hesitantly. She licked her lips and watched Xiang Xiaolan tear the wooden donkey apart and put it back on, with a blank face: "You, what are you doing? Well, what are you doing to put it back together after dismantling it?"

"You guessed it."

"Can't guess..."

"Don't write horror novels in the future, write fairy tales." Xiang Xiaolan's sincere suggestion. "Have you seen this wooden donkey? These bloodstains are all sprinkled on the front, back and right side of the wooden donkey, and the left one is almost absent. What does this mean?"

“…”

"It shows that most torturers stand here!"

Ding Xue muttered: "I've never seen this thing before..."

"Anyone who doesn't understand won't stand here, because the shaft is here, I pulled out the steel wire and stuck a wooden thorn in it. Rotate the bearing, and the thorn will pierce out, and then... who will stand? Who is unlucky here."

Ding Xue listened and digested it for about two minutes before she suddenly realized: "You are amazing!"

"Not very powerful either." Xiang Xiaolan is quite modest. "Otherwise you should see at first glance that your IQ will only hold me back."

Ding Xue is no longer hot now, but hehe smiles at Xiaolan. Xiang Xiaolan glanced at her: "Let's go."

"Where?"

"Go out."

The two left the house, and Xiang Xiaolan didn't forget to hang the lock again. Unfortunately, she knocked it down just now, and it won't be repaired without tools for a while. bad.