Please draw your way of death

The most worrying thing happened.

In extreme cases, people's morality will become shaky, and they can do anything to survive.

"Why don't you see Changdao?" Meng Qishu glanced around, but didn't find the shadow of the newcomer.

"He was notified, he said he would come in a while." Shao Shiyi responded.

Just as they were talking, there was a sudden sound of opening the door. Everyone turned their heads and found that it was Chang Dao, the central character of the topic.

"Look, isn't this here?" Shao Shiyi raised his eyebrows, and said happily to the few present, turned around and saw Chang Dao still standing at the door, so he greeted him jokingly, "Why don't you come in, what's the matter?" the situation?"

Chang Dao raised his eyes, with some inexplicable emotions in his eyes, he hesitated to take a step forward, lowered his head to close the door, and said in a low voice: "It's nothing."

Conditions on Long Island were far from normal, but there was nothing to point to.

Meng Qishu's eyes fell on Chang Dao, silently watching him walk from the door of the room into the house, and sat down beside the bed not far from Mu Xiaoyun.

Although this person usually has a low sense of existence, he is honest and does not cause trouble or cause trouble, but after all, Sister Shao said...

He is a guy who seems to be well deserved, but turns his head and acts according to his own ideas.

"Why are you here so late?" Mu Xiaoyun asked casually without paying much attention.

"The clothes were dirty during the shooting in the afternoon, and they were washed in the shooting location." Chang Dao said.

Mu Xiaoyun followed his words and looked at his jacket, and really saw a small wet mark on the hem of the shirt.

"What were you talking about just now?" Chang Dao seemed to think of something, raised his eyes hesitantly, but quickly avoided them when they caught everyone's eyes, with an unnatural expression on his face.

"We are discussing the current situation among the players," Mu Xiaoyun narrowed his eyes slightly, with a bit of consideration in his eyes, but his tone was still light and calm, "Recently, players who have not completed the task of the day are more excluded among the players, so be careful. "

"I've completed my task today!" Chang Dao hurriedly said, and suddenly raised his head to meet the eyes of everyone looking at him, and his momentum weakened a little, "I...it's okay..."

Now the rest of the people in the room sensed that something was wrong, Shao Shiyi secretly hissed, and looked at Chang Dao suspiciously: "Your boy is not normal today, is there something you are hiding from us?"

"No..." Chang Dao said stiffly, but under the oppression of the four people, the pressure doubled. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he was in a mental contest with something.

In the end, he seemed to give up, his shoulders slumped, and his voice was so weak that he could hardly hear it: "I saw them make a move today."

who?What are you doing?

As soon as this idea came to Meng Qishu's mind, Chang Dao continued to say: "That person triggered the trigger of death, and I can feel his desire to be rescued, but the group of players directly took the wooden stick next to him... "

He paused, raised his hands, trembling slightly, and gestured to the other four people to swing his club: "The top of the wooden stick hit the player's head directly. Just a second ago, he was still screaming at the top of his lungs." He kept begging to save him, but he died directly under the wooden stick in the next second..."

The room was very quiet, and after Long Island's voice fell, the silence reached its peak.

Although the few of them had never seen this scene, even if they imagined it, they could feel the frightening atmosphere.

The perpetrator beat the victim to death in front of bystanders.

The person who should have been saved was not rescued by his companions, but was beaten to death by the person who was greedy for life and afraid of death.

"Is the stacked book you entered before also like this?" Meng Qishu looked at Ning Mianzhong, who was at the side, with a little worry in his eyes.

If every player is so crazy, can they still live well?

"It's almost like this." Ning Mian finally wasn't surprised by the current situation. "The current situation is actually quite good. In the later stage, basically no one cares who you are."

All enemies except me.

This is the most annoying part of the superimposed book.

You not only have to consider how to pass the copy, but also how to kill competitors or how not to be killed by competitors.

In fact, tonight is destined to be a night of nothing. The information given by the dungeon is too little. The uninterrupted filming, missions, and mutual defense rarely get any useful information.

Except for the further increase in the difficulty of the dungeon, there seems to be no obvious changes.

Not even a detail that can be used for comparison.

When he came out of the room, Meng Qishu's expression was not very good.

It shouldn't be...it shouldn't be until now, there is no progress at all...

Is it true that he can only work in this dungeon, waiting for all the daily tasks to be completed?

The hand hanging by his side was picked up by the person beside him, and he pinched it in the palm. Meng Qishu turned his head sideways, and saw Ning Mianzhong's eyes with a slight smile: "Thinking about the copy?"

"Hmm." Meng Qishu replied in confusion, "The clues in this book are too scattered, and it seems that there is almost nothing to put together..."

Halfway through, he paused and asked, "Do you have any ideas?"

"There's a hint," Ning Mian finally didn't say yes or no, just replied vaguely, "It's not easy to say."

Ning Mian is always like this, never saying a single word before launching the whole line completely.

Meng Qishu didn't intend to ask more questions, he closed his eyes and said casually, "Did you notice anything wrong in the room just now?"

"You mean Long Island?" Ning Mian finally thought about it, and almost instantly understood what Meng Qishu said was wrong, "This person is usually not timid, but tonight he acted like he was really scared. ..."

"Would it be the first time I saw such a bloody scene, and I was scared?"

"It doesn't look like it." Meng Qishu lowered his eyes and couldn't see the emotion in his eyes clearly. He could only hear his calm and slowly analyzing voice, "If this is the case, he should have been frightened when he died a few days ago. arrive."

How can you not feel scared when you see it for the first time, but become more and more afraid after seeing it more?

There is definitely something wrong with this kid!

Ning Mian didn't know what Meng Qishu was struggling with, but seeing that he was so absorbed in thinking about things that he almost knocked his forehead against the door, he didn't know, so he sighed and grabbed his back collar, pulling him back: "Okay, Watch the road."

The warm fingertips hooked on the collar of the back and inevitably touched the skin of the back of the neck. Meng Qishu flinched subconsciously, and all the doubts lingering in his mind disappeared.

He looked back at Ning Mianzhong dissatisfied, and frowned slightly: "You... can you say hello to me in advance next time?"

Suddenly, half of his thoughts were lost, okay?

"It's not ahead of time. If you don't pull you, your head will explode." Ning Mian finally pushed open the door of the room, and the fingers hooked on the back of Meng Qishu's collar hadn't let go yet. Looking at it from the side, it really looks like pinching. Lived in the soft flesh of the nape of a tsundere animal.

So he couldn't help but loosen the strength of his fingertips, turned his hands to stick to his skin, and kneaded it a few times with his fingers.

This time it was really touching against the hair. Meng Qishu narrowed his eyes uncomfortably when he rubbed it for the first time. He pursed his lips and glanced at Ning Mianzhong's eyes. Before the other party reacted, he directly led the person into the house, and kicked the door behind him.

Ning Mianzhong's back was forced to lean against the wall, and then he felt Meng Qishu lift a leg to support the wall beside his waist, and leaned slightly to lean over, with a faint light in his eyes.

"Is it enough?" Meng Qishu couldn't see the expression on Meng Qishu's face clearly in the darkness, but his tone was full of threats, "Is it easy to squeeze?"

"It seems... not bad?" Ning Mian finally smiled, knowing nothing wrong, his eyes paused for a moment on Meng Qishu's leg propped beside him, and suddenly stretched out his hand, the heel of his palm pressed against the bend of his leg .

Before Meng Qishu could react, he felt his world spinning for a while, and then Ning Mianzhong pressed his leg against the wall with one hand, completely reversed the posture between the two of them just now.

"About the dungeon, I probably have already figured out what it wants us to do." A deep voice came from above his head, and Meng Qishu subconsciously stopped the movement he was planning to resist, and looked over with doubts in his eyes. Looking into his smiling eyes.

"From the first day of entering the dungeon, the director reminded us all the time of the importance of role substitution. Even the answer you get with the universal coin is related to the script." Standing on Meng Qishu's knee, but reasoning about the dungeon with absolute reason, "Why don't we make the way of clearing the dungeon closer to the script?"

On the script?role substitution?

Something seemed to flash through his mind, so fast that Meng Qishu could barely catch it. He thought for a while, but he couldn't figure out anything from the fleeting light and shadow, so he gave up and moved like Ning Mian The leg that finally restricted the movement: "Let go of me first, huh?"

This posture... seems a bit awkward.

"That's good." Ning Mian finally refused to respond, he pressed forward to further compress the distance between the two, "Isn't it?"

good what good?what is it

Meng Qishu pressed all his weight on the wall behind him, looked at Ning Mianzhong who was close at hand with a blank face, and felt a little itchy in his heart.

Although there is no lack of poverty in the dungeon, it is better to be comfortable outside the dungeon. Even if you get bored for a while, you have to think about whether you will miss the business.

Now... can I indulge a little bit?

He blinked, his eyes showed a bit of hesitation, but his upper body leaned forward slightly, moving closer to Ning Mianzhong's lips.

Taste it...not too much, right?

It is almost natural and logical, the soft touch is offset, no matter how many words are melted into a lingering kiss.

Sometimes, with one more person by my side, certain boredom caused by the outside world seems to really dissipate a lot.