In the crisis survival game, relying on space to win numbness

【18: 52】

The dark production workshop finally appeared in front of it.

After running in the dark for a while, Zheng Weijun's night vision ability was relatively better.

A bunch of workers who failed to escape and workers who ran out of the workshop were all gathered outside the workshop at the moment.

A few sat on the steps and made a lot of noise.

Most stood silently in the parking lot next to the gate.

"Oh, it's good to have an accident! At least I don't have to work overtime!"

"That's right, my fingers are so sore today that I'm about to play the sanxian!"

"Today, on Sunday, knowing that the management staff will not show up in the factory, those warehouses collapsed. It's evil!"

"What does this mean? This means that it's time for the warehouse to collapse!"

"On weekdays, only the management has the authority to enter the warehouse. Now it's all right, the doors are open!"

"I wonder where the raw materials for human hair in our factory come from on weekdays. It turns out that there are articles in the warehouse!"

"I guessed it a long time ago, but I dare not say it!"

"Hee hee hee, it's someone else who died anyway, not me."

"It's good to die, no one will compete with me for performance!"

"."

Everyone was chattering, and there were secret joys, fears, and endless confusion in their words.

There are a few workers with cigarettes, smoking the cigarettes in their hands.

The scarlet dot on the cigarette butt flashed and twinkled in the dark night, a little strangely red.

Bai Yu quickly glanced around.

There were several shriveled corpses scattered around the door near the metal fence.

Among the workers, some obviously had blood on their bodies.

But luckily, the clothes all looked dry.

Seeing Zheng Weijun and the others running in front of them, the workers' eyes focused on several of them in unison.

From the corner of the eye, he caught a glimpse of the knives in their hands, and silently took them back.

Bai Yu glanced at the half-open workshop door, and his inner vigilance was raised:
Knowing that it is dangerous outside, why don't these workers enter the workshop?
The sandstorm notification on the phone shouldn't be specifically for players, right?
Bai Yu originally wanted to test them out, but after thinking about it, he gave up.

Compared with the danger inside, the extremely strong sandstorm will kill everyone first.

"The last person to come in, shut the door tightly."

After Zheng Weijun finished explaining, he pushed open the door of the workshop, looked in vigilantly for a few times, and then raised his legs and walked in.

Seeing this, the others quickly followed in a file.

Su Mengmeng was worried and walked at the end of the line.

After stopping to run, she obviously felt that her feet were tied by a soft chain of ice.

That kind of touch is icy cold and piercing through the heart.

It was sticky and greasy, and it felt heavier and heavier.

As long as she walked forward quickly, the elastic pulling and falling sensations were obvious.

And the moment she entered the workshop, she also found that the color of the coding on her wrist had changed.

fine--

Just light blue.

According to the onset time of Sun Yiwei's "failure", she still has at least one night, so she is safe.

Su Mengmeng was thinking that now the remaining six people are more united and have some abilities, so they should help her.

So, she still has a chance of being rescued.
Thinking of this, Su Mengmeng murmured and said:

"Brother Zheng, I seem to be in trouble."

Everyone who was walking towards the office area sank when they heard the words, they all stopped and turned around.

"you--"

In the dark night, the color on the wrist is easily recognizable.

Su Mengmeng didn't have time to cover it,

The others immediately saw the dazzling blue color on the code on her wrist.

Everyone: "."

The death of Gao Yuqiang and Sun Yiwei is vivid in my memory.

Although it was dead, it was most likely related to the wig thrown out by the Bob lady.

But they all knew that the color change of the wrist code most likely indicated that the next person to die was Su Mengmeng.

Not surprisingly.

She is hopeless.