Please draw your way of death

In fact, when the relationship between the two began, He Yingbai could not give a clear answer.

He is a person who is very insensitive to feelings, and because of this, he has had many girlfriends, but he has not left anyone who has jumped out of the "girlfriend".

Leaving alone seems to be a big event. When He Yingbai accompanied Ning Mian to pack up the things Meng Qishu left in the company, he was always so pressured by the pressure of the person beside him that he couldn't hold his head up.

But it doesn't seem to be very important.

After all, from beginning to end, only a few people are busy.

From what happened that day until the dust settled, Ning Mianzhong's state was always muddled.It wasn't until a certain day after that that he finally seemed to be able to ignore something and started to collect some relics of Meng Qishu.

He burned those invitations in front of He Yingbai, in the courtyard of the villa where Meng Qishu lived.

The red thing entered the fire, and gradually turned into some off-white things, which were lightly swept into the air by the wind.

Like an unfinished ceremony, pure and holy, it will always remain in the past plans and promises.

The white thing, besides these two, seems to have something else.

For example, the pair of silver-white rings, such as the ward where they first entangled.

Meng Qishu is indeed a bit awkward, and Ning Mian can tell it the first time he sees him.

That person is unyielding in his bones, a little arrogant and cold, but when he is blocked and teased by others, he is prone to be at a loss.

This kind of bewilderment will not be manifested in actions, it is probably a detour in the heart, and the face is still fearless, but the momentum is missing the usual arrogance.

Perhaps it was precisely because of this that he pestered and teased this person at the very beginning.

From the first dungeon, the time when we were hospitalized together in the same ward was indeed a chance to satisfy this curiosity at close range.

Even at that time, Meng Qishu wished to lift his bed board and repair it a few times.

No matter how the human creature develops, it still cannot escape some inherited habits.

Such as sphere of influence and possession.

Perhaps Ning Mian should be grateful for these things in the end, allowing him to face up to those feelings that he neglected in the early stages of the relationship.

The subconscious divides some people or things he is interested in into his sphere of influence. When these people or things are provoked from the outside, people will naturally have a sense of resistance and destruction.

He seemed a little confused about the boundary between "interest" and "feeling". When he realized it, both logic and intuition told him that he was stuck in this pit.

When packing Meng Qishu's things, Ning Mian finally realized that Meng Qishu's past was simple.

Simple...with twists and turns.

According to the records, this person lived in an orphanage before he was ten years old, was adopted by a family after he was ten years old, was admitted to Lin'an A University, and left Lin'an after graduating four years later.

In the next few years, there was no record in the information, only at the age of 27, He Yingbai's company suddenly came.

A few lines of text summarize a person's first half of his life.

Ning Mian finally didn't know how Meng Qishu was selected by the dungeon to become the first guinea pig, but obviously, the dungeon itself had a certain "guilt" about it.

Otherwise, it will not let a person who is still involved with the system stay outside the copy for 18 years.

It doesn't matter if you find a suitable teammate, or you suddenly remember that there is such a person, it can be summed up in one sentence - the compensation is enough, and it's time to come back.

Mu Xiaoyun once advised him that although players have a certain chance of being selected as an NPC in the instance, not everyone can be selected.

"But, maybe it will?" Mu Xiaoyun changed his words in the end, he glanced at Ning Mianzhong who was silent in front of the tomb, but he couldn't bear it after all, "There is a chance, maybe there will be a second chance? "

Shao Shiyi, who was not far away from Mu Xiaoyun, yanked his back clothes, stared at him with winks, and lowered his voice to warn him: "What are you talking about, you are clearly asking him to rush into the dungeon?"

A decent person can hide as far away as possible, so why is Mu Xiaoyun persuading him in the opposite direction?

"But if I don't say that, what else can I say?" Mu Xiaoyun poked her eyes secretly in the direction of Ning Mianzhong, and found that the other party was still motionless, and she didn't know if she had listened to what he just said.

Shao Shiyi looked like he hated iron for being weak, and pulled Mu Xiaoyun's hand with a little more strength: "I'm rushing to die, if Meng Qishu is here, I will definitely make fun of you..."

If Meng Qishu was still there...

Shao Shiyi's voice suddenly softened.

She let go of the hand holding Mu Xiaoyun's clothes, pursed her lips and said nothing more.

It's just that my heart seems to be stuck with something sticky, and I feel extremely uncomfortable.

And Mu Xiaoyun also fell silent and didn't say any more.

Not many people came to the funeral that day, but familiar people were there.

For many days after that, Ning Mian finally went to and from get off work as usual, but he who was originally taciturn obviously became more taciturn.

"Brother Ning, why don't you ask for leave and I'll take you out to play for a few days?" He Yingbai really couldn't see Ning Mianzhong's forceful appearance. If he found a place to vent by himself, He Yingbai wouldn't be like this Worry.

But the difficulty is that Ning Mian seems to have just suppressed those unbearable things, and is still doing her own thing calmly on the outside.

This way of handling always makes He Yingbai's heart tremble.

Hearing He Yingbai's words, Ning Mian finally just put down the things in her hands, and turned her head to look over, with a little doubt in her eyes.

It seems to be signaling him with his eyes, what are you playing?

"Drag racing, cruise ship, KTV..." Before He Yingbai finished speaking, Ning Mian finally turned his head away with no interest, and continued to do his own thing.

"Hey Brother Ning!" He Yingbai was in a hurry, he snatched the book from Ning Mianzhong's hand, and it was rare that he didn't flinch from Ning Mianzhong's eyes, "Why don't you... cry?"

Ning Mianzhong looked incomprehensible, he stood up, took back his book from He Yingbai's hand, but didn't read it again.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, as if smiling, but his emotions didn't reach his eyes: "Go back and take care of your company."

"I mean Brother Ning!" Seeing that Ning Mian finally turned to leave, He Yingbai raised her voice and said, "Cry a little, or I can drink with you!"

Ning Mian finally turned her body, and saw He Yingbai looking at her, looking like she was about to cry.

"It's really not good, you can scold the copy, you use the judgment card, you scold in front of him..." He Yingbai's voice gradually became a little choked up.

After Meng Qishu left, they were all quite uncomfortable, but the most uncomfortable one was probably Ning Mianzhong himself.

But Ning Mian never showed a weak appearance in front of them, and there was nowhere for them to comfort them, so it was even more impossible for them to cry in front of the Lord.

Ning Mian finally seemed to sigh, he put the book on the table beside him, and turned to look at him: "I'm fine, really."

He Yingbai stared at him blankly, only to see that Ning Mianzhong had a faint helplessness on his face, and there seemed to be something else besides that.

"Go back." He finally persuaded, and smiled a little tiredly, "I don't feel at peace when you are here."

To him, the news of Meng Qishu's death was like a stormy sea under calm waters. He could pretend to be calm, but in the final analysis, he just lacked a primer to ignite the inside.

Whether it is He Yingbai or anyone, even a little fluctuation of the music, a little shadow that looks like a lover, every subtle touch will cast a thunder on the calm water, blowing up the entire surface of the water monstrous waves.

It may only take a second for those factors that are usually quiet and stable to riot and devour people.

He Yingbai finally left.

Ning Mian finally picked up the book from the table and put it where it should be.

Pushing the spine of the book a few minutes into the grid with his fingertips, when his eyes moved down from the bookshelf, a box of well-packed cards suddenly broke into his vision.

Maybe... what He Yingbai said just now is not all useless.

Ning Mian finally pulled away the chair in front of the desk, sat down, lowered her gaze to the two hands clasped on the desk, and stared at it for a long time.

It was a long time before he realized the existence of time, Ning Mian finally moved and took out something from his pocket.

It was a stack of cards, the background color was pure black, and various fonts were written on the cards.

Ning Mian finally selected a few of them, and laid them out on the table.

These cards all have one thing in common, that is, they all have three words written on their cards—judgment card.

His fingertips skipped over the cards, took the top one, and shook it lightly, and saw that the words on that card had changed.

[The judgment card is successfully used, please make a complaint about the unreasonable parts in the dungeon within 5 minutes, the content that exceeds 5 minutes or the content after the player manually ends the complaint will not be included in this complaint. 】

[The 5-minute countdown begins. 】

"Does the NPC in the dungeon have the right to ignore the rules of the dungeon and influence the life and death of the player at will?"

[The rules of the dungeon are above all else, it is a violation of the rules for the dungeon NPC to use the dungeon to kill the player. 】

"Then I want to complain to Omeland in dungeon 20220401. He violated the rules of your dungeon and forcibly deprived the player of his life."

[The player's complaint has been received, and the complaint is being verified...]

[After verification, the content of the complaint is true and the complaint is established. 20220401 dungeon NPC Omeland has been punished after the dungeon ended for violating the dungeon rules. 】

[Remaining countdown: 38 minutes and [-] seconds.Please confirm whether you want to end this complaint. 】

"continue."

"Does the dungeon have the obligation to compensate for the losses caused by the NPC in the dungeon to the player outside the dungeon rules?"

[In terms of rules, players can apply for system compensation within the scope of the dungeon's ability, and it will be issued after the review is passed. 】

"The player's death caused by the insiders of the copy, is there an obligation to resurrect the player in the copy?"

[Sorry, the priority of death is higher than the priority of compensation. The dungeon has no right to prevent the occurrence of a situation where the probability of death is [-]%, nor can it resurrect the dead in reality. 】

"Will the player be reborn in the dungeon?"

[Sorry, the 5-minute time limit has expired, and the system cannot reply to this question. 】

Ning Mian finally looked at the dimmed card in her hand, threw it aside, and took the second card in another hand.

[Judgment card successfully used...]

"Then will the player be reborn in the dungeon?" Ning Mian finally interrupted with a calm face before the card fully displayed the words.

The card stuck in its shell, and the answer appeared after a while.

[The dungeon does not guarantee that the player in this situation will be selected by the dungeon, but what is certain is that the probability of being selected will be 30.00% higher than that of a player who died under normal circumstances. 】

"Can I know the consequences of Omeland's violation of the dungeon rules?"

[Sorry, the results of the NPC copy are internal resources, and non-insiders have no right to know. 】

"Then, the last question..."

"Is Meng Qishu a member of your staff now?"

"Is he still alive?"

The author says:

It's officially over today.

When I first wrote this, I was very reluctant to write it down. I didn't have the heart to write down many scenes of the frontal knife. In the end, I decided to finish writing this part of the plot according to the original plan.

They will meet again in the next volume, the worst part is over, and the future will be sweet!

Reference book for this volume: The Moon and Sixpence.

Update notice: There will be [-] each from this Saturday to next Monday!

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