Please draw your way of death

It was already the next morning when Meng Qishu woke up.

Looking at the unfamiliar environment in front of him, Meng Qishu moved his body and was about to sit up when he realized that his hands were tied behind his back at some point.

He struggled a little bit, and the touch from behind told him that the rope around his wrist was not very tight, but it was very strong, and he would definitely not be able to break free by himself.

Meng Qishu slowly closed his eyes and exhaled helplessly, which was regarded as giving up.

I don't know what the person who placed him was thinking. His hands were tied behind his waist, but his sleeping position was sideways facing the wall.This posture made it difficult for him to turn over and observe the surrounding environment.

So he could only stare with a pair of eyes, face to face with the wall one palm away, and just waited silently for a turning point.

After an unknown amount of time, there was the sound of the door opening behind him.

Meng Qishu was refreshed, and then he heard the sound of two people walking into the room while talking.

"Is it really okay for you to tie him up?"

"There will be no problem. He shouldn't resist anything, and it won't be very troublesome." It was a familiar voice, but there was a little uncertainty in the voice, "Should...he won't resist."

"I didn't mean that." The other person seemed to sigh, "Won't the blood clan find out that their prince is missing, so they won't come looking for it?"

"No." Unexpectedly decisive, "Based on what I know about Omeland, he wouldn't do that."

After that, both sides fell silent at the same time, and there was only silence in the room for a moment.

Meng Qishu waited for a while, but he didn't wait for their next move. Just as he was about to move his body to remind them that there was someone beside him, he heard them speak again.

"You said that all the data of the blood race have been destroyed?"

"Yes, when I brought him out of the hall, those materials were already blown up in that study."

Meng Qishu froze for a moment, subconsciously clenched the hands behind his waist.

Could it be that they were talking about the confidential information of the blood race?

Confidential information was blown up?

"But the task of the dungeon is to obtain the confidential information of the blood clan and hand it in. Now that the confidential information is gone, how do we complete the task?"

Ning Mian finally opened her mouth and was about to answer, when out of the corner of her eye she caught a glimpse of Meng Qishu's hand on the bed, and immediately forgot to answer.

He stepped forward in a few strides, stopped in front of the bed under Yang Yin's puzzled eyes, and said softly, "Are you awake?"

"..." Meng Qishu didn't answer, but turned his head back, met Ning Mian's gaze from top to bottom, and let out a slow "hmm" from his throat.

Ning Mian finally helped him get up from the bed, and helped him sit against the wall.

As soon as Meng Qishu leaned his back against the wall, he asked before he could sit still, "You said... my study was bombed?"

"..." Ning Mian finally didn't know how to explain.

On someone else's site, they blew up their house, and finally tied themselves out.

No one has a good temper, right?

He sneaked a look at Meng Qishu's expression, and found that the other party had no signs of getting angry, so he admitted honestly: "It exploded. I fought with Omeland and lost a blast card in the end."

Meng Qishu nodded thoughtfully.

For some reason, Ning Mian finally saw some approval from his action.

It's an illusion...

"Where's the document you took away? It's gone?" Meng Qishu suddenly turned his head to look at him as if thinking of something, with a bit of persuasion in his eyes.

"Still."

Ning Mian was finally about to show Meng Qishu the complete document in her bosom, when the person opposite said: "Then hand it over."

His hands paused, and he looked over with a little puzzlement in his eyes.

"Isn't this what your task is?" Meng Qi looked at the paper blankly, looking a bit ruthless for no reason, "Give the information to your person in charge, and even if your task is completed, don't come to the hall again Do the job."

Ning Mian was finally speechless.

It means never seeing each other again.

He was silent for a moment, and he continued with some hesitation: "Actually..."

"That document is gone."

Meng Qishu looked puzzled.

"I was afraid that you would be disappointed with me after you found out, so I didn't explain." Ning Mian finally met Meng Qishu's eyes, eyes full of sincerity, "But if I really hand it in, I can't do it, so the task is still open." To continue..."

"..." Meng Qishu closed his eyes halfway, hiding the emotion deep in his eyes, "The information is all destroyed, how can you complete your mission?"

"There will always be a way." Ning Mian finally concealed the half sentence of "the dungeon will not have unsolvable questions".

With Meng Qishu's current state, I'm afraid he doesn't understand the relationship between dungeon and this world, so it's better to say less.

Meng Qishu didn't speak, his eyes fell on his legs which were bent up and put on the bed, his eyes were fixed and he didn't know what he was thinking.

"Why did you tie me up?"

"It's only temporary," Ning Mian finally sat on the side of the bed, and stretched his hands behind Meng Qishu's waist to rub his wrists, helping him relieve the discomfort of being tied up by the rope. "I'll release it for you when the task is completed."

Before he really got rid of Omi Lande, he really didn't dare to put Meng Qishu back in the hall.

What if it is used by Omeland for calculation again.

Meng Qishu didn't seem to understand Ning Mianzhong's explanation very well. He moved his calf and said, "Isn't it enough to tie one ankle? Why do you have to tie your ankles together?"

"I'm afraid you will run away."

Meng Qishu's eyes turned from his ankles to Ning Mianzhong who was beside him, and he saw a bit of warmth hiding in the other person's eyes: "Your Highness, you have been kidnapped now, why are there so many reasons?"

Meng Qishu stared at Ning Mian for two seconds, closed his eyes and opened them again: "Why did the person who came in with you go out?"

"He has something to ask Ke Yun."

"Who is Ke Yun?"

"Head of our organization."

"The person in charge who forced you to steal information, and if you can't steal it, you will be beaten to death?"

"Yes," Ning Mian finally couldn't help laughing, "It's him."

"If you let me go now," Meng Qishu said, with a serious look on his face, "I can go out and beat him to death right now, so you don't have to do the mission."

"That won't work, it's useless." Ning Mian finally didn't know how to explain the task to him, so she simply smiled and didn't explain much.

The task of the system is to help the head of the organization obtain the confidential information of the blood race, thereby overthrowing the rule of the blood race.

And beating the person in charge to death obviously cannot achieve this goal.

But fortunately, Meng Qishu seemed to be just talking. After being overruled by Ning Mian, he was no longer obsessed with how to beat the person in charge outside the door half to death.

"Ning Mianzhong," Meng Qishu called him, and when he sensed the other party's gaze, he said lightly, "Someone called you outside."

Ning Mian finally listened intently for a moment, it seemed that Yang Yin was really calling him through the door.

So he got up, and finally said: "I'll go and see, you don't mess around here."

Meng Qishu responded, watching the back of the other party turn away and disappear at the door, his eyes stayed there for a long time.

Didn't you say don't let him ask so many "why"?

Meng Qishu hooked the corners of his lips, and there was a bit of inexplicable sadness in his sneer.

In the end, I still answered him one by one...