Chapter 0008: Game

The memory of almost being stabbed to death in the alley surged to the forefront of her mind tonight, as the hope for survival outweighed the psychological burden of killing. She grasped the dagger hidden in her sleeve, lunged behind the man, her body hanging onto him, and with a swift motion, the dagger plunged into his throat.

The man struggled for a while, panting heavily, and his inability to succeed only fueled the wicked fire in his heart. Without a second thought, he raised his fists and struck at the girl's face and head. After two punches, the girl's arms, which were wrapped around Song Qing's neck, loosened a bit, and with a surge of strength, Song Qing finally broke free.

No. 6

Having confirmed that he had severed the lifeline of the middle-aged man, Song Qingxiao let out a sigh of relief and began to tremble uncontrollably

The middle-aged man freed one hand and waved Song Qing away with one hand

The middle-aged man had previously struck someone and was concerned that if the girl found a way to leave the space, she would cause him trouble again. Therefore, no one expressed the intention to introduce themselves, and they referred to each other based on the order in which they entered the space. The girl was designated as Number 1, while Song Qingxiao, who entered last, was Number 9

In such a cursed place, it is already so difficult for three people to survive; if anything were to happen to her, as a woman, she would have no hope of making it out alive.

The oil and cold sweat seeping from his scalp caused his hair to stick together in clumps, which he tousled into disarray

Even learning to mimic the actions of a killer, he twisted the handle with force, deepening the wound further

"Tell me where the exit is, tell me where the food and water are, and I will calm down immediately!" He roared a few words, and his emotions bizarrely calmed down quickly, even managing to smile to himself: "After all, we are all going to die." He muttered to himself, "Before I die, I might as well enjoy myself a bit, that would be worth it."

She pulled the middle-aged man backward, tilting her head back as she fell, her feet tightly gripping his shoulders while she held his face close with one arm

I said, come here

Song Qingxia lowered her head to look at her hands, which were covered in fresh blood and still trembling. At this moment, the few cards that had remained unchanged in her mind finally began to show signs of transformation with the deaths of Card 1 and Card 6.

Cough... Ah..." The girl desperately clawed at her neck with both hands while trying to grab the back of his hand. His expression was fierce: "Little wretch, dare to hit me! I will kill you!"

The middle-aged man let out a roar of anger, and Song Qingxia thrust the dagger forcefully into his throat.

Number 1, I will say this one last time, come here

The girl shrank even tighter behind Song Qingxiao, as if she wished to curl her body into a ball. When the middle-aged man reached out to grab her, she let out a piercing and shrill scream. In this moment of danger, she unleashed tremendous potential, tightly wrapping her arms around Song Qingxiao's neck.

However, prior to this, if the dagger were to be discovered by the middle-aged man, she would have no chance of success

Although Song Qingxiao is slightly older than a young girl, her physique is frail. Even if a middle-aged man is not particularly strong, the physical differences between men and women are evident. In the event of a real conflict, her situation would be extremely perilous

The environment and reality have finally stripped away the garment of civilization that enveloped the middle-aged man, and the thing that Song Qingxiao worried about the most has finally come to pass

The middle-aged man, seeing that the girl did not respond after he called out, darkened his expression and sat up, making a move as if to get up. The girl, witnessing his demeanor, became even more frightened and tightly grasped onto Song Qingxiao, as if she regarded her as a lifeline.

He nervously raised his chin slightly and said, "There is no food, no drink, we cannot last for more than a few days"

She exerted considerable force under the condition of burning her boats, determined to achieve a decisive strike.

The middle-aged man emitted a "puffing" sound with each breath, each inhalation resembling the sound of being choked by blood flow, which reminded Song Qingxiao of that scene in the alley, causing her to grip even tighter.

We cannot go out

Her legs, having been overexerted, were now relaxed, yet they seemed somewhat unresponsive to her commands, not to mention her hands were smeared with blood

The girl's eyes gradually became bloodshot, her complexion shifted from blue to pale, her legs kicked wildly, and she emitted a dying "huh huh" sound from her mouth. By the time Song Qingxiao unsteadily stood up, the girl's pupils had already begun to dilate.

Upon reaching this point, Song Qingxiao felt that her breathing had become somewhat labored

The middle-aged man grabbed her hand with unreserved force. At that moment, Song Qingxiao was restrained by the girl, struggling to breathe, unable to free her hands to assist her.

The brief struggle had left her body drenched in the cold sweat that poured out, while the corpse of the middle-aged man lay on her, like a heavy mountain.

He calmly glanced at Song Qingxiao, a malevolent thought flickering in his eyes

Help ... ...

Help, help!

A scene of real violent murder unfolded before him, causing Song Qing to feel a chill run through her hair. The middle-aged man was wholly intent on killing the young girl, having long since determined in his mind that Song Qing was not a threat. Therefore, he had little guard against this frail woman.

The sensation of her fingertips digging into the flesh was unpleasant; she could even feel his severed trachea. However, at that moment, Song Qingxiao could no longer afford to think about anything else. She forcefully tore at the middle-aged man's neck, while her other hand, gripping the dagger, continued to stir with intensity.

Song Qing carefully sank straight down. In such circumstances, without a water source or food, unable to contact others, and unable to find an exit from this space, various situations could almost wear away a person's sanity

Because of these thoughts, the middle-aged man was not distracted by paying attention to Song Qingxiao while he was strangling the young girl

His act of releasing her allowed the young girl to free one of her hands, and as she waved it, her nails caught the middle-aged man's face. The long nails slashed from the center of his left eyebrow diagonally down to his right cheek, leaving a trail of blood, and even his eyeball was not spared.

His resistance gradually weakened, and after a few final struggles, his hand ultimately fell down powerless, leaving his body with only instinctive convulsions

The young girl was still shouting, her legs flailing wildly. Song Qingxiao regained her composure for a moment and also came over to try to push the middle-aged man away. If the two women did not resist simultaneously at this moment, once the middle-aged man succeeded, the situation would become even more difficult for the young girl to face alone after the incident.

Fortunately, she still has a dagger as her trump card; as long as the existence of the dagger remains undisclosed, it may provide her with a glimmer of hope at the critical moment

You need to calm down

The man is clearly on the brink of collapse; once malevolent thoughts arise, it is as if the gates holding a ferocious beast have been opened

The blood oozing from the wound flowed down the neck of the middle-aged man, dripping steadily onto her chin and the corner of her mouth. With each breath she took, it felt as though the blood was flowing into her mouth, the taste making her feel nauseous

After being called out by the middle-aged man, the girl, even if she was somewhat slow-witted, began to sense that something was amiss

The girl was so frightened that she cried softly, yet she remembered the scene of being beaten earlier and dared not make too much noise, fearing it would attract the attention of the middle-aged man and bring her further harm

Once a mistake is made, the consequences of today are not something Song Qingxiao can bear

Her neck was painfully hot, and she had difficulty breathing, which caused her eyes to become somewhat bloodshot, making it hard for her to see the scene clearly. She coughed twice in agony and vaguely saw a middle-aged man pushing the young girl to the ground and pouncing on her

The middle-aged man's eyes were filled with red veins, and the veins on his temples were visibly throbbing. This expression, in contrast to his calm tone, made Song Qingxiao feel increasingly threatened.

When the middle-aged man grabbed her, she tightened her grip so much that it nearly left Song Qingxiao gasping for breath

The wound on his neck was already a bloody mess, exposing the greasy fat beneath, and his eyes remained wide open, refusing to close.

Shut up now!

After a long time without finding any teammates or an exit, the middle-aged man, extremely impatient due to the lack of water and food, lost the little patience he had left when he spoke, and the girl, hiding and not daring to show herself, caused him to rise and walk towards the two girls.

She was still instinctively struggling with her legs, leaving two long marks on the grass from her heels. Her complexion was pale gray, and her face had already drooped helplessly to one side, with her bloodshot eyes gradually losing their luster

At this moment, the middle-aged man is not dead, but he is probably not far from death

Tonight, she narrowly escaped death and cherishes her life even more. She attempted to persuade the middle-aged man to remain calm, but the words that had previously subdued him were clearly no longer effective at this moment

In addition to the extreme innocence of the young girl, both the middle-aged man and Song Qing harbored a sense of vigilance towards each other.

She gasped silently with her mouth wide open, her chest burning with pain from the effort of breathing. After resting for a while in place, her hands and feet regained some strength, and she could finally move them as she wished. Only then did she push the body of the middle-aged man, who had stopped convulsing, to the side. Due to his short and stout build, he rolled over once before coming to a stop, his face turned to one side, smeared with blood and dirt, exuding an air of profound fear

The middle-aged man attempted to counterattack several times, forcefully trying to strike her with his hand, while his feet stomped down with great effort, even attempting to rise. Song Qingxiao did not dare to let go, even as blood flowed out, soaking her entire palm, greasy and disgusting

Warm blood gushed out, as the middle-aged man's back pressed against her chest and abdomen, his dying struggles nearly suffocating her.

This is the space of demons, it has locked us in here, we cannot get out, do you understand

She feared that middle-aged men would not die, suppressing the terror within her, she reached out to grasp his wound

Moreover, he subconsciously estimates that this woman does not pose a threat to him. Furthermore, the lessons learned from the past by young girls are still evident before her. A "smart" person should not provoke themselves at this moment and invite trouble.

Song Qingxiao's gaze had already turned cold. She had analyzed the situation long ago; once a middle-aged man laid hands on a young girl, he would no longer be able to stay. This was a good opportunity, and she knew exactly what to do. The only thing to overcome was that line of defense.

Such intense resistance infuriated the middle-aged man, prompting him to change his initial decision. He pulled out the mouse he had obtained upon entering the space from his clothing, gripped it tightly, and struck it forcefully against the girl's head. At the same time, he grabbed the girl's hair and, in a few swift motions, wrapped the mouse cord around her neck.

She had previously been struck by a middle-aged man, and the memory of his fierce expression lingered deeply in her mind, instilling a sense of fear towards middle-aged men. At this moment, when the middle-aged man called out to her, she instinctively shrank back, retreating behind Song Qingxiao, emitting a whimpering sound as she struggled to hold back her tears.