bdsm-fiction Chapter 76 Chrysanthemums wither, wounds cover the ground…
Chapter 76 Chrysanthemums wither, wounds cover the ground…
As soon as Lin Feng stepped out of the bathroom, he bumped into a figure—
He is Santiago, the chosen one of the Eagle Nation.
He was tall, with a dreadlocked braid and striking bronze skin.
He was clutching his stomach, his brow furrowed.
Their eyes met briefly. Lin Feng nodded slightly to him, and the other man nodded hastily in return. Then, he flung open the curtain and rushed into the bathroom.
Almost immediately, Lin Feng clearly heard a suppressed curse coming from inside.
Clearly, Santiago was also stunned by the bizarre hexagonal layout.
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Meanwhile, in the real world of Blue Star, at the Eagle Kingdom's Strange Tales Strategy Center.
"The hacking team suggests: Completely replicate Lin Feng's actions from Longguo and select the 'first cubicle on the left-hand side closest to the door'!" an analyst reported urgently.
The strategy team leader didn't hesitate: "Adopt it! Immediately send a hint to Santiago: 'Choose the first cubicle on the left, closest to the door!'"
The operator's fingers flew across the keyboard, the command was entered, and the Enter key was pressed.
A glaring red warning box suddenly popped up on the screen:
[Sending failed!]
[Reason: Involved in the violation of "copying homework".]
[The survival strategy (selecting the first compartment on the left) has been successfully tested and verified for the first time by the chosen one, 'Lin Feng'.]
To ensure fairness in the challenge, directly applying previously verified key survival information is prohibited.
"Damn it!" the team leader growled. "Change the plan! Send the keywords: 'Oil painting of the first principal, pocket watch hands, motto'! Hurry!"
The operator quickly typed in the command again and pressed the send button heavily.
However, a red warning popped up again:
[Your notification opportunity has been used. The next notification opportunity will unlock after a 12-hour cooldown. Remaining wait time: 11 hours, 59 minutes, and 44 seconds.]
"Fuck!" The strategy team leader slammed his fist on the control panel.
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In the world of ghost stories, inside the bathroom.
Santiago stood frozen in the center of the eerie hexagonal space, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.
His survival instinct made him try to turn around and run away, but the hanging black curtain suddenly emitted a thick, inky black mist!
A voice, neither male nor female, cold and rigid, seemingly a composite of countless human voices, resounded directly in the depths of his mind:
"You can't leave until you've finished using the restroom~"
"Don't worry, you only have a one in six chance of choosing the innermost cubicle."
"Trust me, your luck... won't be that bad."
"Believe in you"? In this eerie place, that is the most vicious curse.
Santiago felt his sanity plummeting. He bit his tongue hard, the sharp pain piercing through his panic and forcibly pulling back a sliver of clarity.
We must not panic!
He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping across the six identical cubicle doors like a high-speed scanner.
The brain is operating at an unprecedented speed.
Elimination method, spatial logic, danger intuition... all available thought modules are activated.
"The one directly opposite the entrance... looks the deepest."
Ultimately, relying on his athlete's intuition, he reasoned, "That must be the so-called 'innermost side,' right? The rules say you can't go to the innermost side... so I'll just avoid that."
"So, which of the remaining five should we choose?"
After a moment's hesitation, Santiago pulled out a silver necklace that he always wore close to his body from his collar. The pendant was a small and simple image of the crucified Jesus.
He pressed the icon tightly to his lips and whispered a rapid prayer in his mother tongue: "Lord, protect your child..."
Then, he took a deep breath and made a decision in the most primal way, ingrained in his bones since childhood—
That's a game that children in the Eagle Nation often play when faced with choices.
He raised his slightly trembling finger and pointed to the remaining five cubicle doors in turn, reciting the ancient, rhythmic nursery rhyme in Spanish:
"¡De tin marín, de do pingüé!
¡ Cúcara, mácara, títere fue!
¡ No quiero oro, ni quiero plata!
¡ Yo lo que quiero es abrir la puerta!”
(The general meaning in Chinese is:)
Ding-dong Mary, Du Pinggui!
Kukala, Makala, puppet show!
I don't want gold, and I don't want silver!
I just want to open this door!
As the last syllable of the nursery rhyme faded, his fingertip landed precisely on the second compartment door from the left.
Without further hesitation, he rushed to the door, turned the doorknob, slipped inside, and slammed the lock shut with a "click."
The cramped space gave him a temporary, false sense of security.
He quickly unbuckled his belt, his trousers slipped down, and he almost collapsed onto the floor.
He involuntarily shivered when his thigh touched the icy toilet seat.
However, the next second...
The once clear and calm water in the toilet bowl suddenly began to churn, bubbling and spewing out murky bubbles, as if something was awakening underwater.
The next second, a slimy, strangely sucked, dark tentacle shot out of the water with a "plop" at a speed that was impossible for the naked eye to detect!
Chrysanthemums wither, leaving only sorrow on the ground!
"Well……!"
Santiago's eyes bulged out of extreme pain, and a short, broken breath escaped his throat.
Before he could even react, he felt an irresistible, terrifying force suddenly erupt from within him—
The foreign object suddenly contracted, hooked onto his intestines, and then pulled outwards violently!
A terrifying feeling of being forcibly ripped from his body shot up his spine to the top of his head.
Glug... Glug...
A clear, greedy swallowing and sucking sound came from the toilet drain, as if something was feasting.
Immediately afterwards, a lingering, satisfied whisper echoed from the bottom of the abyss:
"That's exactly what I wanted... this warm... stinky smell..."
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Studio:
Holy crap! This guy's a steel-mining master!
[Today's recommendation from "Tales of the Strange": Nine-Turned Intestines Pro Max!]
I threw up my dinner from the night before...
[This should be included in "The Top Ten Ways of Dying That Contemporary Young People Most Want to Delete"]
[For others, taking a dump costs money; for San Diego, it costs lives!]
Chrysanthemums wither, the ground is covered in scars, and your smile has faded...
This is a truly soul-searching, heart-wrenching moment!
Help! I'll never look directly at the toilet again!
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As Lin Feng passed the "message wall" again in the corridor, he subconsciously glanced at the spot where he had seen Qian Lili's message earlier.
That glance made him freeze in place.
That pale yellow, curled-edge message card... is gone!