The so-called basements were actually all built to look like classrooms, at least from the outside they looked no different from the rooms upstairs.
A little light came out from under the door of the classroom in the center, and the location could be determined at a glance.
Mr. Xu couldn't wait to move forward, and bumped into Li Yang without caring when he passed by her.
Li Yang: "?"
You ate too many red beans, you're missing me, right?
Mr. Xu pressed the door handle, but found that it could not be opened. The door was locked from the inside.
"Open the door!"
The brittle iron door was being smashed with a loud clanging sound, and the noise was getting worse and worse.
Not long after, cursing was heard from inside.
"Knock, knock, knock! If you don't know, you'd think I'm here to kill you! Are you crazy..."
The door opened, and the voice of the purple-haired thug who came to open the door stopped abruptly.
The space in the corridor outside was not very spacious to begin with, and with more than ten people standing outside, it really gave the impression of a sea of people at first glance.
He was stunned for a moment, frowned and made way: "Come in."
Mr. Xu snorted coldly, put his hands in his pockets, and squeezed in without any hesitation.
Li Yang, who was standing second, maintained his polite demeanor in front of others, said thank you obediently, and then went into the house.
The next person followed suit and was somewhere in between, like saying thank you coldly.
The other two thugs in the room only showed a little surprise when they saw so many people coming, as if they were not surprised that someone would come, but that they did not expect them to come so soon, or so many people would come.
This classroom... no, it's more of a storage room than a classroom. There are only some desks and chairs piled up in it, nothing else, but it is unexpectedly large.
It can now accommodate more than ten people, but no one feels cramped or crowded. Those who gather together each occupy a space, and at first glance they seem to get along quite harmoniously.
Yu Chong asked the three thugs if they had found anything here, and the answer was no. However, the three men didn't want to say more, and others couldn't tell whether they were lying or not.
Li Yang and Mo Qing, who were not in a team, were considered to be in a group by others. They were considerate enough to reserve a place for them close to the corner, away from the main group.
Mo Qing looked at the dark and damp corner, then at the people under the light over there, "Are we isolated?"
"Forget it." Li Yang didn't care about it. If what Xiaobai said about there being danger tonight was true, then being pushed into a corner might not be a bad thing.
"It seems that the people in this dungeon are not obsessed with looks, and no one knows how to be gentle with women."
Hearing this teasing, Li Yang raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think you are Xiang or Yu?"
Mo Qing: "...I'm talking about you, okay?"
"Don't you think you're handsome? Why aren't you talking about yourself?"
"I, you...I'm just so handsome!"
"I didn't say you were ugly."
After Li Yang finished speaking, his gaze lingered on his face for a few seconds, and the corners of his mouth suddenly curled up.
[No, isn't this ugly? She really makes me cry. She's beautiful and considerate of other people's feelings.]
Although I was a fan of Director Mo before, as for his looks... well, our Director Mo is both talented and good-looking.
[It's like going to a Kayan game, where everyone inside would crowdfund 200 yuan to beg him to leave quickly.]
[That's great, I'll get rich straight away.]
Is it possible that in Du Ruo's eyes, Mo Qing isn't really ugly? Do you know there's a fetish called ugliness fetish?
[Wow, what a unique fetish! Get away from me.]
Mo Qing was obviously surprised by Li Yang's words, "You think I'm not ugly?"
"Yeah." Li Yang admitted bluntly, "I don't have that much patience for ugly people."
"So you think I'm handsome?"
"...If you think so, then so be it."
Hearing this, Mo Qing was even more surprised and stared at her in amazement: "Baby Ruoruo, your aesthetic taste is not the opposite of that of normal people, right?"
With this deformed face, even if the large birthmark on the face is removed, it will not look good, because the director's bones grow abnormally, and it is hard to know where to start with plastic surgery.
Li Yang chuckled and said nothing.
[Tsk, how could such a beautiful woman have such a problem with her aesthetic sense?]
[Wait a minute, since Mo Qing is considered good-looking in her eyes, then I don't think I have no chance.]
[Wake up upstairs, do you look as abstract as Mo Qing? ]
[I think we should stop making fun of people's appearance. It's something we were born with and we have no choice about it.]
[Hey, where did you get the virgin Mary? Or are you also deformed, so you can empathize with me? No, go to the temple and ask the Buddha to stand up. You can sit there.]
Some people are so sanctimonious that they think everything is fine. Are they right? They're like rats in the gutter, they really don't want to see the light.
Although the other players were finding places to sit, their eyes were constantly wandering around the room, trying to find anything unusual.
But as we thought before, the three thugs have already stayed here for a night. If they really didn't find anything, it means that there are really no clues here, or the clues are hidden very well.
Yu Chong even suspected that there was a secret room in the house, and began to knock on the surface of the four walls and floor with his finger knuckles.
Old Wu imitated him and looked around. The others sat in their seats without moving, just watching from the side.
"Gugu...Guguer~"
In the slightly noisy room, this little noise is not worth noticing, but its owner may not be.
Mr. Xu frowned, first glanced at the food in the hands of the bodyguard and follower, then his eyes fell on the desk next to the male student, where there were two boxes of food he brought.
There were originally three boxes, but it seems he has already finished one box in the past few days.
"I'm hungry. Can you share some food with me? How about giving me 5,000 for a bag?"
The male student was stunned for a moment, then realized that he was being spoken to. He immediately hugged the two boxes on the table into his arms and shook his head vigorously: "I won't sell them."
"Fuck, don't be so shameless!" Mr. Xu stood up suddenly, his eyes wide open. "I'm not going to take it all. You can't finish this much and can't take it out. What's wrong with selling me a few bags?"
"I can finish it. I have a big appetite." Although the boy was afraid, he still refused to give in and looked for help from people around him from time to time.
The attendant received a signal from Mr. Xu and immediately stepped forward with an arrogant attitude. "Five thousand a bag, kid! Mr. Xu is already giving you enough respect. You still can't be so ungrateful."
"I'm telling you, you have to sell these things today whether you want to or not!"
The male student still shook his head and refused, trying to attract others' attention by raising his voice: "I really can't sell it! These are not enough for me to eat!"
Like him, Mr. Xiao Xu and others also paid attention to the reactions of other players.
However, whether it was Yu Chong, Old Wu, or the three thugs, these people with a strong presence did not speak and had no intention of interfering in the affairs here.
As for Li Yang and Mo Qing, there was no need to mention them. The two of them were squatting in the corner, whispering to each other.
Only the audience in the live broadcast room could hear their conversation clearly. The two were discussing what Mr. Xu was acting out.
Mo Qing: "Do you believe that the rich second generation will just grab things from you later?"
"I believe him. He did this just to test whether others would meddle in other people's business. If no one is willing to step forward for such a small matter, no one will care if he just steals things." Li Yang stared at a small piece of mushroom sticking out from under the crack in the wall. He was a little curious about what it felt like, but he held back.
"If they come to rob me, will you help me?" Mo Qing looked at her expectantly.
Li Yang turned his head with a face full of question marks, then sneered, "Yes, I will attend your seventh day."
"…"
[Hmm...how come attending the seventh day of mourning doesn't count as being outstanding?]