The chicken was offended

Although it was the middle of the night, Wang Mingcheng was propped on one leg, his arm was hanging on his knee, and he was playing with something in his hand, and he didn't look like he was going to sleep.Such upright sitting stunned Yan Changhai, who was shaking the bed with half of his legs in it, and suddenly wondered whether he should get out of the bed.

Yan Changhai probed in a low voice: "Aren't you going to sleep?"

Wang Mingcheng raised his eyes. He looked a little more dangerous at night than during the day: "I changed shifts with Meng Lang, and I was on duty in the middle of the night."

Yan Changhai glanced at the other person on duty, nodded thoughtfully, knowing that he was not being involved, he took off his glasses and put them aside, and lay down in bed with peace of mind.

The night came quickly, the big crystal lamp was turned off in the living room, only a small lamp was left, the faint yellow light came in, faintly shone on the nearby ground, and was quickly absorbed by the carpet without a trace of reflection.

Farther inward, where everyone's bunks adjoined each other, was sheer darkness.

In the night like a dark room, Wang Mingcheng is like a sculpture in a deserted temple that no one asks about. The only thing that makes people feel that he is still a little angry is the movement of playing with small objects in his hands.

Although he didn't say anything, Bian Hongbo was a little dissatisfied with him not following his arrangement for night duty. He crossed his legs on the side, with his hands on his legs, his eyes were dark, and he seemed to have something to say.

Wang Mingcheng changed to a place where the light could be illuminated, lowered his brows and only focused on the movements of his hands, as if he was ignorant of the opposite gaze. No one thought that he was the first to break the silence.

"Are you going to break them one by one?"

Bian Hongbo's eyes widened suddenly, and he smiled tacitly when he realized it, knowing that he couldn't hide it from the eyes of discerning people: "If it's not a seamless egg, why would I be afraid that my own person will be persuaded by others."

"You mean, Yan Changhai has already been persuaded by you?" Bian Hongbo heard the tone of disbelief obviously.

Bian Hongbo smiled: "Brother Hai communicated with me and found that we are very like-minded, and he agrees with some of my ideas. He feels that some of Lu Yifei's actions are very arbitrary and cannot withstand scrutiny."

"Arbitrariness? What did he say?"

Bian Hongbo is like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, affirming: "Naturally! I think that just because Lu Yifei discovered that sentence for no reason, he is very likely to be the one who graffitied. He cannot be trusted. , I advise you to wake up too, don't put your own life on the line instead."

Wang Mingcheng, who was so unhappy and angry, almost laughed: "I'll give you the same words, you're welcome."

Bian Hongbo has never seen such a stubborn person. This will make you never wake up the person who pretends to be asleep. If you don't bother to talk to him, you go to the other side of the floor and read a book with a night light.

The night was very long, and the thing in Wang Mingcheng's hands gradually took shape after being carved with a carving knife again and again. The material was originally a special-shaped pearl, and the final product could not be seen yet.Relying on this thing to pass the time makes this night not so boring.

When there is no reference object, people can't always feel the passage of time.The sky is always dark, and those who are asleep are also quietly sleeping.

Accompanied by the sound of breathing, people have gradually reached the most difficult time of the day.This point is also the time when people's anger is the weakest in many legends. As long as you let yourself go along with the deep sleepiness, your consciousness will hide in the deepest part of your brain, your body will relax to the best state, and you will embrace your own self. There will be endless good sleep.

The trace of clarity left in the Lingtai all the year round is like a drop of ink dripping from the tip of a pen into the inkstone, rippling in the silent darkness.

How long have I been sitting like this, Wang Mingcheng noticed that his eyes were straight for a while, and he couldn't help asking himself.The pearl carving on the hand has already been finished, pinched between the thumb and forefinger, the touch of the finger pulp continues to convey signals to the body through the sensitive nerves through the weak bumps.

Wang Mingcheng clenched his fists and squeezed the strange-shaped large pearls in the palm of his hand.Even in the process of operating on a patient, he can be accurate to the minute of the time, but at this moment he can't feel the passage of time all of a sudden, and his intuition makes him feel that something is wrong.

Look at the clock!

He remembered the clock that had been moved to the living room, and glanced sideways at the time, it was 12:05.

Has it only been two or three hours?Usually, I would be called to have an operation at night, so I wouldn't be so sleepy for two hours that I would lose the concept of time.

This is a clock. It will strike the time at 12 o'clock. Did it ring just now?He clearly realized that something strange had happened, he didn't hear the sound of the clock ringing.

Strange, at such a short distance, he couldn't even hear the sound of the time chime.

He stood up and walked to the desk clock.

This table clock is an old object, with a reddish-brown solid wood frame and smooth knife-cut flowers, birds, fish and insects on the edge, and a night light is reflected on the closed transparent glass door.

Reflecting the dim light, he knew that it might be Bian Hongbo's night light, and on the glass door... a familiar figure was actually reflected.

In the place where he was originally sitting, there was actually a person!It may be inaccurate to say that, because right at the place where he just got up, another "Wang Mingcheng" is still conscientiously doing handwork.

That person sat where he was, with a carving knife in his hand and concentrated on carving, without noticing himself at all!

If it wasn't for confirming that he was conscious, Wang Mingcheng felt that this scene was like his soul was out of his body, and his consciousness was watching his body movements.

But he put his index finger on his pulse, and quietly counted his heart rate for 1 minute to make sure that he was still alive.During this period, the self in that position did not find another self watching him quietly.

I am here, what kind of "person" is that?

Rao Wang Mingcheng had seen many outrageous dungeons of the Gaia world, and he couldn't think of whether he was mitotic or was cloned by the game.

The carving knife in his hand was clenched tightly, and he approached with steady steps. When he walked to the original position, it was as if he had passed through a thin film of air, and the person disappeared like a bubble.

When things go wrong, they are demons.

Wang Mingcheng wanted to know if what he saw just now had a different scene in the eyes of another awake person.

"Did you see me leave?"

Bian Hongbo pinched the bridge of his nose tiredly, and closed his bloodshot eyes: "Are you asking me? You go to the bathroom, and you still want to report to me?" His next sentence almost blurted out "Is there something wrong?"

"Something's wrong. I didn't hear the clock chime."

Realizing what Wang Mingcheng was talking about, Bian Hongbo's face suddenly pulled down, and then he frowned and recalled: "I heard that? Did you doze off? At least a few hours have passed."

Wang Mingcheng kept silent, things were even stranger than he imagined.Intentionally or not, he looked at the clock again, and the clock really showed that it was a quarter past one in the morning.

All of this is really weird, no matter what, this place can't stay anymore.

"Lu Yifei." Wang Mingcheng lightly touched his cheek.

Lu Yifei opened his eyes reflexively like a puppet woken up by someone, but his consciousness has not yet returned to his body. His eyes are full of bloodshot eyes, his eyes are dull, his body is sluggish, and he can't even reply to a single tone of voice. come out.

Lu Yifei always felt that he had just fallen asleep, lying down and looking at the ceiling, and before he regained consciousness, someone had already grabbed him on his back and was forced to hang him in the shape of a shrimp.

"Let's go back to the room."

Wang Mingcheng's movements were not small. Many people were woken up for no reason. Anyone who was woken up in his sleep would not look very good. It is conceivable that everyone complained and cursed angrily one after another.

"You are insane, you are still watching the night or dancing to the gods."

"Why are you so crazy at night?"

After everyone saw clearly who was "going crazy", the cursing voices stopped. Although Wang Mingcheng is not the brains of the team, he has always been the most reliable one. Inexplicable awe.

Meng Lang rubbed the thigh flesh that was stepped on by someone in the chaos of getting up, and he was rubbing it, "Brother Wang, Lu Yifei is injured, how can you carry him?"

Lu Yifei woke up a little bit, but his head was still dizzy, and there was even a rustling electric sound like a cable TV with no signal in his ears. He covered his head and tried to resist the dizziness: "I'm fine, Wang Mingcheng, did you notice What's the matter, is there any danger on the first floor?"

"Bian Hongbo and I kept watch at night, and the clock time we saw was different."

"Don't be kidding, who doesn't know that time is one-way and linear. Don't tell us that this clock is different in the eyes of different people. It has the ability to change the time." Yu Mei'e said, right next to Li Niannian After a while, I found that the time the two people saw was clearly the same, and neither of them had a minute more or less than a minute, and immediately showed an expression of being cheated.

"I'm afraid it's not the clock's problem." Wang Mingcheng glanced at the stairs, estimating whether he had enough time to go upstairs, "I don't know what will happen if I stay here, but I feel that we can't be safe until tomorrow morning if we stay here, and we don't want to die here try to go back."

Lu Yifei lay on his back, recalled it, and his brain was spinning rapidly: "Maybe it's not that the time you see is different, but the flow of time is different. Maybe it's a trap. At least none of us had an accident in the room yesterday. Just stay in your room."

Bian Hongbo wondered why Lu Yifei always confronted him, "Anyway, you never refer to our opinions. You believe everything Wang Mingcheng says. He and I were here just now, why didn't I meet him?" The strange thing is that you, Wang Mingcheng, first mocked me, and then said that you didn't hear the clock."

"Really? Boss, are you dozing off?" Yang Luan said in shock.

"I was awake, but I really didn't hear it. When I was conscious, I found that the clock was only 12:06, and when I walked from the clock, it became more than 13:00. It took only one hour to walk these few steps."

"It's really a bit weird." Yu Hao pulled back the quilt and planned to pack his things.

"Ha, this is strange. You can see the time on the clock while sitting, why do you have to go over there? Are you hiding something from us?" I have to say that Bian Hongbo's sense of smell in discovering details is really extraordinary.

Wang Mingcheng is afraid that this is not a good time to tell the truth. When everyone is questioning, say that he saw himself?They will only encounter the same situation as Lu Yifei during the day, which will lead to endless arguments, and now is definitely not a good time to waste time by arguing.

He didn't explain anymore, the sense of urgency on Ruman's back made his muscles tense, and he rushed to the stairs with Lu Yifei, who was still not awake, Meng Lang, Yu Hao, Yang Luan, Yan Changhai and others planned to follow.

Seeing people cheering up, Bian Hongbo couldn't hold back, "Oh, you are not afraid that you will all go upstairs and kill the rest of the people again!"

After uttering these words, he thought that everyone would definitely stay. After all, it was one thing for him to cherish his life, and the social nature of human beings did not allow them to go any further.It's okay for you to die yourself, after all, your own life has the right to decide, but if other people's lives are involved, it's not so easy to make a decision.

Who knew, Wang Mingcheng went straight out without looking back, which was unexpected by Bian Hongbo.

No one noticed that the space suddenly became dark. A figure rushed out like a cannonball, and wrapped a long and thin object around the neck of the person behind Wang Mingcheng. Hooped, the body had to struggle backward in order to save itself, and the waist was more than 90 degrees backward.

"Li Niannian, what are you doing?!" Yang Luan hugged his bedding with both hands, and couldn't believe his eyes when he saw this.

This scene is both scary and funny. Li Niannian is holding the pole of the desk lamp with one hand, while the other hand is tightly clutching a one-meter-long wire around Lu Yifei's neck. Wang Mingcheng is afraid that he will not be able to breathe, so he has to put him down, and grabs Li Niannian's hand table lamp.

Unexpectedly, Li Niannian's hands were surprisingly strong. Taking advantage of the advantage of being lower down the stairs to pull, Lu Yifei's face turned red and he was about to fall backwards.

"Are you going to kill Lu Yifei?" Yang Luan, who was closest, shouted loudly, and his movements were not slow. He hugged Li Niannian's waist from behind and pulled him back. Others also planned to help.

It may be that this cry really worked, Li Niannian's mind went blank for a moment, how could Wang Mingcheng not notice this opportunity, and took the opportunity to pinch the numb tendon under the girl's elbow, causing her right hand to lose feeling all of a sudden, Let go.

The desk lamp fell to the ground, and the lamp cap and pole were separated at once. It was Lu Yifei's head and body that were almost separated like this.

Lu Yifei fell to the ground, his mind was not about the joy of the rest of his life after the catastrophe, but because they were late, and they lost the best chance to go back to their room.

Accompanied by Li Niannian's cry of regret and collapse, the gramophone in the corner of the living room suddenly rang out a strange click.