nightmare exec

Song Yin recalled it.

He recalled, not long ago, in that lush surface dungeon, he asked Qi Zhengnan three questions that could not be answered correctly.The first of them - "Are you Qi Zhengnan".

At that time, Qi Zhengnan replied "I am not Qi Zhengnan", and this answer was judged as a "lie" by Tuzhen Beast - considering that Tuzhen Beast is almost a biological lie detector, this obviously means that Qi Zhengnan does not think that he is "not Qi Zhengnan" .

But on the other hand, does this prove that Qi Zhengnan thinks he is "Qi Zhengnan"?

Song Yin took a deep breath in the white smoke, and decided to use his imagination to think in another way.

He closed his eyes, assuming that another vomitum had appeared in front of him, and that the monster was now asking him questions.

【Are you Song Yin? 】

"Yes." Song Yin responded confidently in her heart: "Of course I am Song Yin."

【correct answer. 】The spit monster nodded, and then slowly disappeared.

It should be that simple, shouldn't it? !Song Yin frowned, sighed, and decided to start over.

【Are you Song Yin? 】The spit monster reappeared.

"I'm not." Song Yin shook his head this time.

【wrong answer!punish! ! 】Spit really blame and reprimanded loudly.

wrong!wrong! !

Song Yin clicked his tongue and opened his eyes suddenly. This development was exactly the same as Qi Zhengnan's choice, which could not explain any problems.

No, come again!

【Are you fucking Song Yin? ] The Tuzhen monster who appeared in Song Yin's imagination for the third time already seemed a little impatient.

"I am!" Song Yin said loudly.

[Answer...wrong answer! 】The vomit monsters in the imaginary world were forced to make different choices.

At this time, another figure appeared in Song Yin's imaginary world.

"What, you're not Song Yin? Who are you?!" Qi Zhengnan, who was also imaginary, exclaimed exaggeratedly.

By the way, the problem lies here! !

Song Yin's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly understood.

Qi Zhengnan didn't mean to give the wrong answer, but whether he answered "yes" or "no", he would judge what he said was a lie.

But for the bystanders, that is, Song Yin at the time, the consequences of these two choices are completely different.

"If Brother Nan admits that he is Qi Zhengnan, but is denied by Tuzhenguai, I will definitely fall into great confusion. But if Brother Nan denies that he is Qi Zhengnan, but is denied by Tuzhenguai, I will only feel that he is very It's strange, I even feel that he is intentionally insecure...he answered this way to prevent me from being frightened..."

Song Yin took a breath, and finally figured it out——Qi Zhengnan had conflicts in his heart, and he wasn't sure whether he was "Qi Zhengnan" at all!

But how could this be? !

"...Actually, he hates you." A strange voice suddenly appeared in Song Yin's mind.

who is it?Who is speaking!Song Yin immediately searched for the source of the sound.

"Qi Zhengnan hides a secret in his heart that you absolutely don't know. He has always hated you because of this secret. And your so-called love is just a dog leash he uses to control and manipulate you."

He remembered!This is what the tattered rabbit said when it was swallowed into the body of the real beast.

"Qi Zhengnan hates me? Could it be that because of me, he is and is not Qi Zhengnan?"

Song Yin naturally linked these two things together.

He even quickly diverted his thoughts, wondering if the shooting two years ago caused Qi Zhengnan, who fell into purgatory, to encounter some special misfortune.But Qi Zhengnan never mentioned a word.

This hypothesis stuck in Song Yin's throat like a fishbone.Swallowing it down is definitely impossible, but pulling it out...is not just Song Yin's problem.

Do you want to talk to Qi Zhengnan frankly?

But what if Qi Zhengnan doesn't want to touch that part of the past?

Now that they've just cautiously entered a new phase, will it be back to square one, or worse?

Song Yin is not a person who likes to be entangled, but at this moment, he feels that he is back on that nasty gambling boat again, and he is about to use a very valuable gambling fund to win an equally expensive bet.

What is the success rate?Should I take this risk? What should I do if I fail?

Song Yin scratched his ears and cheeks.

The white mist began to show signs of subsiding a little.The voice of Ergou came again, reminding the two executive officers that clean replacement clothes had been hung on the wall in front of them, and they could start changing now.

Long since she was no longer in the mood to flirt, Song Yin hurriedly took off the clothes from the hanger and put them on, sucking her nose that seemed to have a cold.

After the white smoke completely dissipated, he turned around and walked towards Qi Zhengnan, and patted Qi Zhengnan's shoulder with great strength.

"Let's go? Go to Nightingale for a drink!"

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The two of them entered the dungeon on time at ten o'clock in the morning, but it was already around three o'clock in the afternoon when they finished the disinfection procedure and left the safe house.

Quite different from the quiet and mysterious at midnight, Qingyang Street in the daytime is lively and lively.There are not many people shopping, but the air has a sound because of their presence.Even the signboards at the entrances of many shops became active, and there were one or two cuckoo calls or the light ringing of the doorbell from time to time.

In order to avoid being recognized and causing unnecessary trouble, Qi Zhengnan and Song Yin made some preparations before leaving. Both of them were wearing baseball caps and sunglasses, and they were wearing the same baseball shirts, T-shirts, Jeans and sneakers—they silently held hands and interlocked their fingers, like the average same-sex couple you might meet from time to time on the streets of Purgatory.

Qingyang Street is not long, and at the end is still the little Nightingale Cafe with red brick walls.After entering the door, lazy and melodious music came from my ears, and the four small coffee tables were still empty.

When Song Yin came here for the first time, he didn't realize that there was a staircase leading to the second floor in the corner in front of the bar.Judging from the wooden sign placed at the corner, the magnificent "flower sea window" on the second floor is the real best location for this cafe.

But Song Yin didn't intend to join in the fun, he was familiar with him once, and this time he led Qi Zhengnan to the hidden position behind the bar with ease.

Today, the boss of Cycas is not here.Staying at the bar was a waiter in his early twenties with a gentle and elegant temperament.There was no business on the first floor, and he was watching the coffee machine learning how to froth milk and latte art.Seeing a customer wanting to take a seat in his service area, he immediately stiffened.

"You two, the scenery upstairs is better..."

He looks like a novice, he's pretty good, and he probably won't be a light bulb.Song Yin shook his hand to express that he liked this position, and then turned around to appease the other party: "Don't be nervous, we don't drink coffee, just serve beer."

When the waiter heard that he had come to drink in the cafe in the afternoon, he looked more suspiciously at the two uninvited guests wearing sunglasses.

Qi Zhengnan also said: "It's okay, we are old Su's friends. You can bring a few cans of beer and side dishes first. We have a sense of proportion and won't cause trouble for you."

The waiter hurried to do so, and it didn't take long to deliver what they asked for.

After the waiter left, Song Yin took off his hat and sunglasses, opened a can of beer and downed half of it.When he took a breath and wanted to continue, Qi Zhengnan grabbed his wrist.

"Do you have to get drunk every time you come to Nightingale?"

"Can't you?" Song Yin gently shook off his shackles, accidentally hiccupped indecently, and then raised his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth.

"If you want to drink like this, it would be more appropriate at home. At least there is a place to lie down when you are drunk."

Qi Zhengnan was not an elm lump, of course he sensed that something was wrong with Song Yin, and had a vaguely ominous guess.

But just like Song Yin wavering between bets and gambling money, he didn't make up his mind to pierce the last layer of window paper.

After hearing his suggestion, Song Yin supported his head and smiled wryly: "The atmosphere at home is not good! That's where I spend my childhood. When I stay in the house, I occasionally have the illusion that I am still a Children... want to do something 'adults do' but can't get excited. I always feel that my parents will open the door and come in the next second, scaring me half to death."

Hearing him suddenly mentioning his old friends, Qi Zhengnan's eyes darkened: "You... still miss them?"

"Of course I think so. Who wouldn't miss their parents? But after all, it's been more than ten years, and the fate that should be accepted has already been accepted. There is nothing to shout about."

Song Yin smiled wryly, looking at the beer can in his hand: "Sometimes when I think about it, distance produces beauty. If they were still alive, maybe one would become an old man with a beer belly and the other a menopausal aunt, spending all day in I'm nagging in my ear to ask me to find a partner, wouldn't that be more terrifying?"

Qi Zhengnan also opened a can of beer and moistened his throat: "So... in your memory, they are perfect?"

"Almost, handsome man and beautiful woman."

Song Yin smirked a few times, and then began to sigh: "How can there be a human being who is more perfect than memory in the world? The more you love someone, he will become brighter and brighter in your memory. It ends up being a blazing sun—can you still feel the presence of darkness when you look up at the midday sun?"

"So, what do you want to know? Those dark truths, or simply live your whole life in the midday sun."

"This is..."

Song Yin clicked his tongue, and opened the second can of beer: "If it was me before, I probably wouldn't want to know at all. Not only did I resolutely refuse, but I would even beat up the person who tried to tell me these things..."

Speaking of this, he suddenly had a big turning point, and at the same time met Qi Zhengnan's eyes again.

"However, if the person I care about and love stands in the shadows, then I will not be obsessed with the midday sun. Where he is, I will be there, no regrets, no shrinking."

These are not so sweet love words, even with a bit of obscurity in charades, but to Qi Zhengnan's ears, they are uniquely touching.

The beer he drank just now seemed to be a bit hot, and he couldn't help reaching out and stroking Song Yin's cheek: "Even if that makes it difficult for you to accept?"

Song Yin turned her face sideways, accepting his caress with a rare meekness.

"Suffering is nothing to me. After all, no matter how uncomfortable it is, I can get over it. What's really scary is the emptiness... Don't throw me back to the days when I was empty and had nothing."

There was tenderness in Qi Zhengnan's palm, but his heart felt more and more painful because of this tenderness.

"But what if that's the truth you can't accept? Would you leave voluntarily and would rather have nothing than be with someone you hate?"

Song Yin took a deep breath, but did not utter an answer for a long time.

After a while, he suddenly made up his mind and personally solved that extremely sharp question.

"Brother Nan, do you...do you hate me?"

"..."

At this moment, Qi Zhengnan's breathing was also suffocated.He opened his mouth to deny it, but deep in his heart there was a more rational voice warning——

If you still beat around the bush and evade responsibility, not only will you not be able to solve the problem, but it will also cause festering and festering of the wounds that have already occurred, and even sepsis, which will completely destroy this hard-won relationship.

Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain.

Qi Zhengnan, who recovered from the self-examination, suddenly found that Song Yin had been staring at him carefully.Yet with each passing second, his vision dimmed, like a rapidly dying plant.

Qi Zhengnan suddenly realized that he had no time to think more, he organized his words intermittently...

"I did hate you...maybe I still hate you now."

"..."

The withering in Song Yin's eyes stopped abruptly, but it was frozen by another stronger chill.With just a light blow, it will be broken into thousands of pieces, and there is no possibility of putting them together again.

However, Qi Zhengnan was still on the verge of shattering, beating with hammer and hammer.

"Those hates are like gravel-covered riverbeds. Walking barefoot on them, every second is patience and suffering. So I used to treat you badly, and even thought about breaking the line with you. I despised you. ..."

"So you've been enduring? Think it's hard being with me?"

Song Yin tried his best to put on a relaxed expression, but he suddenly found that he had lost the ability to pretend to be relaxed.

He reached for the beer on the table.The first time an empty can was knocked over; the second time, a new can of beer was opened and delivered to him.

"No, of course I have no patience."

Qi Zhengnan looked deeply into Song Yin's eyes, and suddenly grabbed his hand, pulled it over, and pressed it on his heart.

"Because you are like a beautiful river, drowning and rounding those stones. You lifted me lightly and let me escape from those pains... Without you, I would fall back into the pain again."

Song Yin's hand was pressed on Qi Zhengnan's chest, and a solid and powerful heartbeat continued to pass through his palm, which even gave him the illusion that he had grabbed Qi Zhengnan's heart.

After just a few seconds, he found that his heartbeat began to resonate with Qi Zhengnan's, which made his heart tingle like an electric shock, so he picked up the beer tremblingly with the other hand, trying to suppress the shock...

One bite, two bites, three bites.

When he took the third sip, he suddenly laughed out loud.And the wine in his mouth ran into the trachea again, detonating a series of violent coughs.

"Your Chinese is terrible, what kind of metaphors are these?"

His face was flushed from coughing, and tears were shining at the corners of his eyes: "...Qi Zhengnan, I really admire you, just who are you?"

"I..."

Qi Zhengnan gave a wry smile silently, then touched the hair on the top of his head, leaned over and kissed him lightly.

"Go, go to my house, I will tell you everything you want to know."

The author has something to say: Schrödinger’s Qi Zhengnan: put Qi Zhengnan in a box, and when the box is not opened, Qi Zhengnan is both Qi Zhengnan and not Qi Zhengnan (x)

Song Yin: Even after opening the box, Qi Zhengnan doesn't know if he is Qi Zhengnan! ! !

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As I write this, I feel that I can completely spoil it.

Qi Zhengnan is related to Song Yin's parents. I like the description of the interior of Qi Zhengnan's locked room at the beginning of the next chapter.Guess what it's like?As of tomorrow's update, those who guess correctly will get a small red envelope! !

(Emma I finally invented a fun activity)