Congratulations on Your Successful Escape Chapter 8: Red Club Bar

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　　 At the end of the sewer, there is a large white light, full of sacred meaning.

　　 Soon, Qin Lu was enveloped by the pure white.

　　 He seemed to be bathing in a hot spring, and the pain of his whole body disappeared in an instant. Instead, it was a kind of refreshing pleasure with full pores all over his body.

　　 through the white light, it is an elevator.

　　The other three sides of the elevator are three pieces of transparent glass.

　　 The elevator door closed on its own, and then began to fall slowly.

　　 Outside the elevator, there are countless transparent cube boxes that are moving.

　　 Qin Lu was a little confused, and leaned on the glass to look.

　　 In that box, there seems to be a shrunken world.

　　 What he was watching was the cold wind farm in the rainstorm.

　　 And in the box next to it, like a hospital, white ghosts shuttled between the walls, making a harsh, harsh sound.

　　 Qin Lu seemed to understand something, and then looked at another box.

　　Essential ghosts, extremely ugly dolls, large groups of incomplete babies, tsunami-like rats...

　　Are these all game worlds?

　　 He lowered his head and thought, and suddenly, a dark shadow hit the elevator.

　　 There was a bang, and blood shot.

　　 That is a man.

　　 The man who never knew which box came out.

　　 His death was extremely tragic.

　　 seems to have been drained of the whole body's essence, the whole person is thin and crooked like a ghost, and the skin is covered with large gray spots.

　　His body slowly fell, falling into the endless darkness.

　　 Qin Lu hurriedly closed his eyes, turned around, did not dare to look at any glass, and stared at the elevator door.

　　 I don’t know how long it has been.

　　 The elevator stopped.

With a sound of 　　 ding, Qin Lu shook with fright.

　　 He pursed his mouth, his hair standing straight.

　　 He doesn't know which cube will meet him after the elevator door opens.

　　 is that weird doll? Or a group of rats? Or is it a white ghost?

　　 Qin Lu didn't know, he took a sharp breath, and walked out of the elevator like a stiff machine.

　　 This is a bar.

　　 is surrounded by warm colors, there are dozens of tables, but there are only a few dozen guests, if Qin Lu is also considered.

　　 The first time he entered here, Qin Lu had already started his vigilance.

　　 This is very similar to a bar in his memory-the "Golden Room" bar.

　　 He walked across the long red carpet, walked to the bar, and sat down.

　　The formal bartender turned around and smiled at him: "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

　　 Qin Lu looked at the bartender's face warily.

　　His appearance is far from that of the middle-aged man in memory, and he is polite.

　　"Sir?" The bartender yelled.

　　 Qin Lu came back to his senses, quickly showed an apologetic expression, and then flipped through the menu with confidence.

　　 There are various kinds of wine on the menu, some names Qin Lu has never even heard of.

　　 He turned to the last page, and then raised his hand.

　　 "That...give me a glass of... ice coke, thank you."

　　 Before the bartender could reply, Qin Lu said quickly.

　　 "Uh, forget it, I have no money..."

　　 "No no, sir." The bartender smiled gently and said, "Everything here is free."

　　"Really?"

　　 "Really." The bartender said with a smile.

　　"Then I want a glass of ice-cola, and then..." Qin Lu flipped through the food menu, "I want another pineapple chicken rice!"

　　 Qin Lu was very happy, his mouth was so dry, there was nothing in his stomach except sour water.

　　The rest of my life is a cherishment of life.

　　He doesn't want to think anymore, and now the most important thing is food!

　　 He desperately needs food to fill himself.

　　 "Okay, please wait a moment, Mr." said the bartender, and walked into the kitchen behind the counter.

　　 There is only Qin Lu at the counter.

　　 He sat alone on the high chair, looking very restrained.

　　 Qin Lu looked at the drinkers not far away. Their gazes didn't seem to be particularly kind, as if they were looking at an alien, and then lowered their heads to whisper to their companions.

　　 "Don't worry about them, sir." The bartender walked out from the kitchen behind and brought a pineapple chicken rice to Qin Lu.

　　 then turned around and prepared ice coke.

　　 Qin Lu hasn't eaten for too long.

　　 The scent from the surface made his brain instantly occupied by appetite, and he began to gobble it up.

　　 "Sir, ice coke is ready."

　　 the bartender said suddenly, and then handed Qin Lu a glass of Coke.

　　 Qin Lu didn't have time to raise his head, just stretched out a hand to pick it up.

　　 However, the moment he touched the bartender.

　　He was stunned.

　　 A full glass of Coke spilled over the counter, and the ice puck rolled down on the red carpet.

　　 Qin Lu looked at the gentle bartender in horror.

　　 His leather-gloved hands are not at the slightest temperature...like a dead person.

　　 "What's wrong with you, sir?" the bartender asked.

　　 "What's your name?" Qin Lu stared at the bartender, suddenly stood up from the high chair, and then slowly moved back.

　　 "Jack," said the bartender.

　　 "Jack? Jack Tarrens?" Qin Lu almost roared out.

　　 "No no, sir, my name is Steve, Jack, Steve." The bartender said, "Did I scare you?"

　　 Qin Lu panted and looked around. The drinkers seemed to have left, and there was no one in the bar.

　　 He suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, and he fell to the side.

　　 At this moment, a pair of big hands supported him.

　　 Qin Lu was a little surprised, and looked at the man who was supporting him.

　　 is Moussier!

　　 The first Musiel who managed to escape!

　　 "Your imagination is so rich." The yellow hat said, then walked to the counter and sat down, and said to the bartender, "A glass of dry martini, no ice, thank you."

　　The bartender nodded and turned to open the wine cabinet.

　　 Qin Lu quickly walked to him and asked: "What do you mean by this?"

　　 "He chiseled an ice hockey puck for you, and his hands are naturally ice." Moussle lit a cigarette, "This is not the Shining, this is the Red Club Bar, and there is no Jack Tower Lance, you are too sensitive~IndoMTL.com~Qin Lu frowned and did not speak.

　　 "It seems that you were tortured by Lin Tianxiang a lot." The yellow hat continued.

　　 "Do you know where he is?" Qin Lu grabbed his hand.

　　 "I went to Chic." Yellow Hat said, "We have five days of rest. It is estimated that he is sleeping soundly with a woman in his arms."

　　"No. 1 on the leaderboard?"

　　 The yellow hat is very surprised.

　　 "Why don't you know anything?

　　After each round of the game, there will be a game settlement, ranked according to the high and low scores, after the first round of the game, you are now number one temporarily. "

　　 Qin Lu suddenly remembered that the man in black who had brought himself here before said that he could use game points to exchange his own existence in reality.

　　 "I just came out over there and got off the elevator. This is the bar."

　　 "This process is not right." Mussel said, then took the glass of dry martini and drank it in one go.

　　 "Anyway, I'm too lazy to tell you more, just ask yourself." With that, Moussle left the bar.

　　 At this point, there are really only Qin Lu and the bartender in this huge bar.

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　　The bartender prepared another glass of ice-cola for Qin Lu, and then began to clean the counter table.

　　 Qin Lu drank a Coke, and suddenly asked the bartender: "Jack, do you know the process described by the yellow hat just now?"

　　 Hearing this, the bartender stopped his work, smiled and said to Qin Lu: "Sir, I don't know, because I am not qualified to participate in the game."

　　 "Huh? Not qualified? Still don't want to participate?" Qin Lu asked again.

　　 "Because I am not a human, sir." The bartender said gently, "Only people can participate in the game."