Chapter 698: Chapter 698: Don’t Want to Trend
Dressed so conservatively, Charlotte Thompson struggled quite a bit to even walk.
The weather was still in early autumn, she wore an extra-long trench coat over her short-sleeved t-shirt, which covered her white knees and concealed her slender neck.
Justin Battleson frowned slightly, eyeing her attire from head to toe.
Unable to bear the sight of her struggling walk, when they were just a few steps away from the parking lot, he finally spoke.
"I doubt anyone will notice you. Maybe you should go home and change."
Charlotte shook her head resolutely: "I’ve been trending several times. I don’t want to be again."
"Your clothing is hindering your walk."
She pointed to the car in the parking place: "I don’t need to walk much."
Justin was rendered speechless. He had to let her have her own way.
The shop Charlotte introduced didn’t appear large from the outside, but inside there were several rooms, each marked with a skull sign on the doorframe.
Unlike Justin’s frowning look, Charlotte glanced around with great interest.
"Which room would you like to enter?"
The receptionist handed over a stack of room information, which was quickly snapped up by Charlotte.
"We have many escape rooms here, a summer water escape room with raincoats provided, a horror escape room..."
Before the receptionist could finish, Charlotte pointed at a creepy promotional poster.
"We will go into this horror version. What do you think, Justin?"
"Hmm?" Justin Battleson was startled, "Whichever, you pick."
The receptionist laughed lightly: "Alright, I’ll show you the way."
Following the staff member, who took them to the escape room blindfolded, they opened their eyes to find themselves in a dim room.
Charlotte, familiar with the routine, quickly found a map in a drawer close to her, which she examined closely to locate their current position.
"The red dot indicates our current location, and the destination is here."
She pointed it out to Justin, to which he simply responded with a "Hmm."
Even with the faint light in the room, Justin still noticed Charlotte’s enthusiasm wane slightly.
"I’ll help you find clues."
Justin, slightly taller than Charlotte, reached over the top of a cabinet, his hand coming away damp. Upon closer inspection, his hand was smeared with prop blood.
Along with that, he found the key soaked in blood on the top of the cabinet, which he handed to Charlotte.
"I didn’t realize you had such a talent for these games."
Having obtained the map, Charlotte led the way. The narrow hallway was still unclear under the flashlight, the hanging vines and fallen leaves creating a sense of decay.
"Gulp."
Following a sudden movement, a life-like puppet head fell from the ceiling splattering fake blood all over Charlotte’s trench coat.
Justin, who had been a few steps behind her, quickly stepped forward, grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, allowing the later falling props to miss her completely.
"Are you alright?"
Justin Battleson gently stroked the top of Charlotte’s head.
Unexpectedly, a violent crash echoed from a tightly shut door in the room next to them, as if someone inside was desperately trying to break it open.
Remembering the key he had found earlier, he was about to use it to try to unlock the door, but Charlotte stopped him, having somehow picked up the puppet head that had fallen earlier.
She put one finger against her lips, signaling him to be quiet.
The very moment the people inside the door opened it and rushed towards them, Charlotte, hiding next to the door, lifted the puppet head towards them.