The man with glasses pushed up the frame of his glasses habitually, suddenly widened his eyes, and said slowly and in a trembling voice, "You mean we have to kill the people in the corresponding room every night?"
Everyone looked at Qi Zhi in surprise. Qi Zhi still lowered his head slightly, holding Jian Jian in one hand and playing with his hair with the other. When everyone thought he wouldn't respond.
He slightly raised the corners of his mouth and said happily, "Maybe he was killed."
The girl in the pink skirt suddenly screamed, and she simply remembered that her name was Xuanxuan. She was on the verge of collapse at this moment, covering her face and shouting that she wanted to go home. Everyone began to feel scared and the scene was chaotic.
At this moment, Jiang Jian raised his head in confusion and asked, "But what if the room I correspond to is a toilet?"
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