Infinite: Dawn Game

Yu Shijiu led Xuexue by the hand all the way to the eaves of the first floor of the sanatorium.

The torrential rain continued, with flashes of lightning occasionally streaking through the dark clouds, illuminating the sanatorium where almost a large number of power lines had been cut off.

Not far away, the dean's body had disappeared.

Yu Shijiu wasn't too disappointed. He just sighed that he had arrived too late and prepared to pull Xuexue back.

But this time, Xuexue didn't move.

The temperature was very low due to the heavy rain, and a cold wind carrying raindrops would occasionally rush into the corridor. Xuexue looked at the scenery in the yard washed by the rain and suddenly spoke:

"elder brother,"

"Ok?"

Yu Shijiu subconsciously responded.

Xuexue closed her eyes briefly, a noticeable, dried tear stain of blood still visible on her cheek.

"Like you said, spend two days with me."

Amidst the thunder, lightning suddenly tore through the clouds and mist, and rain was blown under the eaves by the sudden southerly wind, inevitably getting some rainwater on the bodies of the man and the monster.

Yu Shijiu didn't speak. He looked at Xuexue, who was talking beside him, and asked curiously:

"Won't you regret it?"

Xuexue was unusually silent for a moment, then shook her head: "No."

She seemed to have thought of something, and a faint crimson stain appeared deep within her dark pupils.

"My mother has suffered so much."

Therefore, she really didn't want her mother to continue to become a mutated monster after death, or even a monster with little thought or reason.

This is so upsetting.

Yu Shijiu didn't quite understand the intense emotions Xuexue was expressing at that moment, but that didn't stop him from agreeing immediately.

“Okay,” Yu Shijiu nodded and said, “Then let’s have fun for the remaining two days.”

Xuexue stopped crying and smiled. She grabbed Yu Shijiu's hand and shook it, hooking her thin little finger upwards, and said:

"I'll keep my word, so brother," Xuexue said with a smile, "how about we make a pinky promise?"

Yu Shijiu was slightly taken aback, then bent down slightly and hooked his little finger with Xuexue's little finger.

Equally cold and frail, and equally unable to change some things from the past that are already irreversible.

“Of course,” Yu Shijiu smiled gently for the first time, hooking Xuexue’s little finger and silently pressing his thumb against Xuexue’s.

Yu Shijiu smiled: "I will make sure you can be together forever without pain."

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After parting ways with Xuexue, who was going to the second floor to find Xue Yan, Yu Shijiu took the elevator back to the fourth floor alone.

The fourth floor was surprisingly quiet. The motion-sensor lights in the corridor were very sensitive, and the walls and floors were clean and white. Even the tightly closed ward doors had no signs of impact.

The sanatorium appeared to be enjoying a rare moment of "peace".

If He Lingling and Xu Han hadn't escaped from the fourth floor...

As interns on the fourth floor, it's only natural for them to take care of the patients there during the day. If the fourth floor is truly "peaceful," then why would they go to the second floor?

Yu Shijiu didn't think he was very smart, but this was just too obvious.

For example, as he passed by a hospital room door, a scarlet tongue twisted out from the gap under the door, as if trying to see if there were any living people outside.

Paji——

As the sole of the shoe slammed into the tongue, a pitiful scream came from behind the ward door, causing the door to tremble.

But Yu Shijiu was a little tired, so he lazily yawned, vigorously rubbed his flattened tongue under his foot, and said with a smile:

"Don't cause trouble, or I'll pull your tongue out and throw it away too."

The tongue, which had been stepped on by the boy, froze for a few seconds, then quickly retracted when Yu Shijiu lifted his foot, and stopped making any sound.

The rustling sounds from the other ward doors also disappeared.

Having nipped the chaos in the bud, Yu Shijiu yawned as he returned to his own ward. Before closing the door, he glanced at Xuexue's ward across the street.

Because Xuexue hadn't returned yet, the ward door was tightly closed, just like how Xuexue used to always huddle alone in the ward.

Yu Shijiu didn't think much of it, looked down at the blood-soaked hospital gown with disgust, and closed the door in annoyance.

I need to take a shower again tonight.

Although killing people—or rather, killing monsters—is exhilarating, it doesn't mean Yu Shijiu enjoys the feeling of being covered in blood.

I feel uncomfortable and nauseous.

Yu Shijiu considers himself to be a normal person physiologically.

Yu Shijiu took out a clean hospital gown from the closet again and glanced at the dirty clothes by the window not far away.

They quickly looked away.

It's not my own home, so if I have enough clothes, I don't need to wash them.

Yu Shijiu walked into the washroom with a straight face, carrying the new hospital gown.

After washing for about half an hour, Yu Shijiu was a little disappointed that he didn't encounter any strange things this time. However, he still rubbed his wet hair, walked to the bedside, drank some water, and then, as if his bones had gone limp, crawled onto the bed and slowly closed his eyes.

The ward quickly quieted down, and soon only Yu Shijiu's soft breathing could be heard.

Not only Yu Shijiu, but after an afternoon of chase and battle royale, almost all the players found their rooms where they had rested the night before and went to rest.

Naturally, some players couldn't sleep and gathered together to discuss things in hushed tones.

"If this battle royale happened every day, could we still survive?"

Some players twisted their fingers nervously, looking left and right, as if something in the darkness was watching them.

Some bystanders, unable to bear watching any longer, pulled him back, saying, "Don't be so paranoid. There shouldn't be any danger today. Let's just focus on getting through the remaining two days—"

"Will we be able to get through this safely?!"

At first, the neurotic player suddenly yelled, "Do you know how many people I escaped with in the beginning?!"

He peeled off the dead skin from his lips, and as the blood flowed out, he licked it back into his mouth.

"Eight people... eight people... I'm the only one who survived, I'm the only one who survived, everyone else is dead, and each death was more gruesome than the last..."

"enough!"

A female player in the crowd interrupted the neurotic player's rambling, wiping the cold sweat from her face:

"People die in games, so why can't we live when they die?"

As she spoke, she seemed to remember something, and subconsciously glanced at another group of players who appeared to be unharmed, asking in confusion:

"But how come none of you are dead?"

The players on the first floor who were being chased: "..."

They exchanged a glance, and one of them gave a dry laugh, hesitatingly saying:

"We were saved by a player who single-handedly took care of all the monsters on the first floor, which is why we're okay..."

In the end, the group suddenly felt somewhat ashamed.

After all, when that player collapsed from exhaustion after killing the monsters, not one of the people being protected stepped forward to help.