Your plug-in has reached [the end of the world]

The consciousness floating in the air began to materialize, and the noisy sound poured into the eardrums.

Song Mi's limbs began to regain consciousness. He moved his eyelids and opened them suddenly.

"Gu Xun."

He was still lying on the bed and subconsciously called out a name.

The boy's rare smile seemed to remain in his sight, as if he had a short dream, which gradually became blurred with the passage of time after waking up.

The forehead was covered with a palm, and Gu Xun's familiar facial features appeared in front of Song Mi's eyes: "I am here."

Song Mi's thoughts were chaotic, and the bottom of his heart seemed to be pricked, and sadness poured out continuously: "Gu Xun..."

He closed his eyes, his mind was filled with the scene of Gu Xun disappearing into the wind.

"Gu Xun."

"Ah."

A voice responded to him, and it was Gu Xun in front of him.

Song Mi raised his arms, wrapped around Gu Xun's waist, and ruthlessly pushed the person all over his body.

"Boss Gu," Song Mi was still digesting his sadness, "Gu Xun."

Gu Xun propped his palms beside his pillow, and was hugged tightly by Song Mi: "Well, I'm here."

Song Mi called Gu Xun's name over and over again, and Gu Xun responded tirelessly over and over again.

"It's so fucking uncomfortable," Song Mi's eyes were moist, "What a fucking illusion, I don't want to enter it a second time."

If there are countless illusions, then there are countless Gu Xuns, and countless Gu Xuns will all dissipate in the wind.

"As long as it's Gu Xun, he will love you."

Song Mi thought about the last words Gu Xun left him in the illusion, like a long needle piercing into his heart little by little, and the pain spread out.

A little movement, a little thought, almost hurts so much that I can't bear it.

"I'm sorry," Song Misheng said hoarsely, and buried his face in Gu Xun's neck, "I'm sorry."

For such a cold Gu Xun, the only hotness in his life is probably related to Song Mi.

He knew he would be rejected, so he secretly hid that feeling.

He hid so deep that even the guide was tricked.

Just to not disturb Song Mi.

A person's heart, if you can't give it up, you will be trampled and discarded by yourself.

Song Mi hugged Gu Xun tightly, his hands were shaking with distress: "Why are you so cruel?"

Be tough on others, be tough on yourself.

As long as Song Mi's wishes are fulfilled, he is even willing to meet his death.

All of Gu Xun's tenderness towards this world was placed on Song Mi.

"Damn me..." Song Mi grabbed the fabric around Gu Xun's waist, tears streaming down the corners of his eyes and into his ears, "I'm a fucking bastard."

He didn't know how to respond to Gu Xun's feelings, he couldn't accept it, but he didn't want to discard it.

"Don't mess with me..." Song Mi cried, "I can't..."

Holding Gu Xun to vent his emotions, Song Mi seemed to gradually come out of the emotions in the fantasy world.

He sat on the edge of the bed, staring blankly at a shadow on the ground.

"Eat something," Gu Xun gave Song Mi a bag of bread.

Song Mi's eyes were red and swollen from crying, and she turned around not wanting to see anyone.

"Where is Zhanzhi?" He bit the bread, only to feel that his throat was sore and hoarse as if it had just been plowed.

Gu Xun took the cup and poured a cup of warm water from the kettle: "Still in the illusion."

"Can't you be woken up?" Song Mi asked.

Gu Xun shook his head: "I tried, but it doesn't work."

Song Mi understood.

Fortunately, he was still in the hallucination thinking about asking Gu Xun to wake him up, but it turned out that he couldn't wake him up at all.

"How long have I been asleep?" Song Mi asked.

"A day and a half." Gu Xun replied.

Song Mi did the math, and the time was about the same as in the illusion.

"What about you?" Song Mi continued to ask, "How long did it take you to come out of the illusion?"

"Half an hour," Gu Xun said flatly, "I killed everyone inside."

Song Mi paused.

Gu Xun couldn't fail to find a guide, but he chose this way.

Probably wanting to come out earlier, Song Mi thought so.

It was Gu Xun who was worried about himself, so he had to come out early.

Song Mi emphasized it several times in his heart, but in the end he couldn't help but look at Gu Xun: "Is it to come out earlier?"

Gu Xun also looked back at Song Mi, and answered his question with silence.

Angry because of Song Mi's rejection, sick because of long-term depression.

Use extreme killing to vent your emotions, relieve stress, and maybe even bring pleasure.

"Gu Xun." Song Mi's worry was beyond words.

"I'm fine," Gu Xun said calmly, looking out the window, "Don't worry."

At night, Zhan Zhi, who was sleeping soundly in the back room, still didn't wake up.

Song Mi tried to call her several times, but nothing worked.

He was a little strange, Song Mi felt that according to Zhan Zhi's IQ, he shouldn't be trapped for two days and still not come out.

But there is no certainty in everything, Zhan Zhi doesn't know the existence of the guide, maybe he doesn't know the way to break the illusion at all.

"It's dangerous if you haven't entered the water for three days," Gu Xun walked to Song Mi's side, "She may not be able to get out."

Song Mi's throat choked: "How could this happen?"

"Maybe she was reunited with her family in the illusion," Gu Xun said, "It might not be a good thing to stay there."

Song Mi raised her head abruptly, and looked at Gu Xun with surprise in her eyes: "Then she is dead."

Gu Xun lowered his eyes, and his long eyelashes almost covered his lower eyelids.

As if he knew that he had said something wrong, he remained silent and did not refute.

Holding the cup, Song Mi fed Zhan Zhi half a glass of water bit by bit.

The night was very quiet, Zhan Zhi stretched his facial features and slept soundly.

The air seemed to reveal the breath of death, and Song Mi's mood dropped below freezing point. He was clearly tired and sleepy, but he just couldn't sleep.

So he got up from the bed, went to the back room, and called Zhan Zhi a few more times.

Still no answer.

The girl's lips began to dry, crack and turn white, the moonlight shrouded the bed, and Zhang Zhi lay in the middle with his hands folded.

She was like a dead body, cold and lifeless.

Song Mi sat by the bed for a while, then got up and left.

When he turned around, he accidentally saw Gu Xun standing by the door, and his little heart almost stopped in fright.

"Why are you awake?" Song Mi walked to Gu Xun's side and left the room with him.

"Can't sleep." Gu Xun said truthfully.

"Are you worried about Zhan Zhi?" Song Mi walked to the bed, lifted the quilt and sat on it.

Gu Xun also sat down with him: "I'm more worried about you."

Song Mi lowered his head and smiled: "You are always like this."

Put him first in everything, and worry about him even more.

Even if one day Gu Xun was going to die, he probably worried that no one would protect him before he died, and whether he would be bullied.

"Do you know, I almost couldn't wake up." Song Mi looked at Gu Xun's fingers on the quilt, closed his eyes and recalled the boy who asked him if he would miss him.

"Someone sent me out," Song Mi said slowly, "and then he disappeared."

"Who is it?" Gu Xun asked softly.

Song Mi opened his eyes, looked at Gu Xun who was indifferent, and said, "You."

A ripple appeared in Gu Xun's deep well-like eyes.

"Do you know what he said to me?" Song Mi suppressed his voice, trying his best to restrain the trembling in his words, "I'm about to be driven crazy by you."

The author has something to say: I am also almost driven crazy by Calvin.