Go Up Together
Redakteur: Zayn_
“Knock knock knock.”
Clear knocks on the door seemed to be quite abrupt in the building. But luckily, the person knew a certain limit so such sound wouldn’t wake others.
Soon, the door opened from inside. A barebacked man with only underpants went out.
It was a cop in his 30s that knocked the door. He was thin and tall, but when he saw the man who walked out, he couldn’t help but turned a little humble.
This time, six experiencers and six audiences were recruited into this story world at the same time. Now three of their people had already been killed; only half of the audiences were still alive.
“Mr. Ego, we’ve found them.”
The man known as “Mr. Ego” smiled, stretched out his hand and picked up a bag of cigarettes and a lighter from the young cop’s pocket. He lit up a cigarette, then threw the lighter right onto the young cop’s face and said slowly:
“He Yao, you know what? I hate people who only share half of the information.”