dramatic death

"Hey?"

A vague greeting suddenly sounded in the silent room, with the unique electric sound of data transmission, like an uninvited wandering spirit, which shocked Dong Tiantian's heart and almost lifted him to heaven on the spot.

He gasped while maintaining a frightened posture, and turned his head suddenly to look in the direction of the sound. Before he could focus on the game panel floating in mid-air, he heard Xia Zexing on the next bed let out a hoarse cry. scream.

Xia Zexing's voice is still not good, this voice is miserable and shrill, and the fear in it not only frightens Dong Tiantian, but also frightens the person on the other end of the line without making a second sound for a long time.

The chat window belonging to the game control panel is floating in mid-air, and a small sound wave symbol appears in the place marked with Yintong's head, and the words "in the team" are noted next to it, and it is in the state of team chat at the moment Down.

Xia Zexing yelled wildly, and took two steps back slowly, with his pink hair on his face, his face was pale with fright, and he almost wrote "panic" directly on his face.

"What is this?" He turned his head to look at Dong Tiantian, pointing at the light screen in mid-air and shouted hoarsely, "Mobile terminal????"

"..."

Dong Tiantian was still a bit afraid at first, but when he turned his head and saw his funny performance, somehow his heart stopped for a moment, and he suddenly withdrew his dazed emotions.

He moved towards the bed with a blank expression, stretched out his feet and pulled out the shoes under the bed, and replied casually: "Game props," with an indifferent expression as if he would send a huge white eye next second.

"Have you never played a game or something? Can you calm down."

I didn’t see this thing pop up when I passed the copy. I thought there was no control panel in this game...

Xia Zexing complained in his mind for three rounds, he didn't dare to say anything, he only dared to say "Oh" aggrievedly with his mouth puckered, and lowered his head to pretend to be obedient and sensible.

Dong Tiantian hated his virtue the most, a 1.8-meter hip-hop boy had to shrink himself like a hamster.Seeing Dong Tiantian stepping on his shoes and preparing to go out, he followed behind and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Go to the opposite door."

"What are you doing at the opposite door?"

Dong Tiantian stood in front of the entrance, took a deep breath, suppressed his urge to curse, and turned his head to look in Xia Zexing's direction.

Xia, who was sitting blankly by the bed, welcomed the warmest smile ever from his roommate. For a moment, he felt that a hundred flowers were blooming and butterflies were flying, his head was filled with the wine made by the Peach Fairy, and he was really in a trance.However, he was so drunk that he woke up early, before he could smack his lips to savor the aftertaste, he just woke up from the daze, and was locked in the room by classmate Dong.

With a bang, the door was closed so hard that the corridor shook.

Xia Zexing sat on the edge of the bed stunned, his big dazed eyes reflected the empty hallway, he felt like an abandoned toddler, with "young and helpless" written all over his head.

He threw away the quilt in his arms and climbed out of bed with hands and feet. When he was looking for shoes, he tripped over the quilt on the floor. He simply didn't wear anything, and ran to the porch barefoot.

However, the dormitory door in "hunting mode" strictly observes a 5-minute safety time, even if the door handle is twisted off, the door cannot be opened.Dong Tiantian stood in the corridor and listened to Xia Zexing's howling behind a door. For a moment, he only felt that he was a frenzied old mother who abandoned her child after she was pregnant in October.

...why mother.

As soon as his thoughts stumbled here, he saw the opposite door Yintong opened the door dumbfounded, and he said: "Actually, you don't need to come here, just talk about it in the communication, but there is no problem if you come, you can say it in person." convenient."

"What do you want to say?" Dong Tiantian walked into 335 expressionlessly holding his severed hand, pulled up a chair and sat down, feeling that he sighed more today than in previous years.

"Mr. Chen sent me a text message just now." Yin Tong didn't close the door, leaned against the entrance and smiled at him, "He said: He has the strategy for clearing the last dungeon."

"Ask us about forming a team, have you considered it?"

……

At 14:00, in dormitory 231 downstairs, Chen Yan was looking down at Cheng Mingque who was on the opposite bed.

It was exactly 9:5 o'clock when Jaque'er got into an accident, and now it's exactly 6 hours. According to the past 1 hours of corpse recovery, there is still [-] hour before he can see the children opposite him sitting up and saying hello to him.

Chen Yan lowered his eyes to unscrew the water on the table, and pressed his lips to take a sip.

When people are alone, they can always think of many things, such as the sweet love of childhood sweethearts, such as the vows of eachother in the past.But these have nothing to do with Cheng Mingque, they belong to another lively and lovely little girl.She has the same appearance as Cheng Mingque, even the small dimples at the corners of her mouth are exactly the same shape.

It was a corny love story.

Chen Yan stood up and closed the curtains of the room.

The troubled rich son fled to the dirty and rotten frontier town, his pen became the jewel in the eyes of thieves, and his tie became the gold mine in the eyes of beggars.He fled all the way, trembling all the way, hiding in Tibet. Like a fledgling cub, he would panic because of a look from the local residents.

He obviously doesn't have much, but he seems to be sitting on a million dollars.Those poor people squatting in the dark have more fierce eyes than the night wolf, hiding in the muddy ground with leaves and rain, exuding the fragrance of blood.

Before this, the young master never knew that human bones could be weighed.

Before this, the young master never knew how to peel off a complete piece of human skin.

During his brief wanderings, he saw the most pitiful and tragic side of the world, and saw the desolation brought by poverty in the wasteland of the abandoned capital.

If it wasn't for that little girl covered in mud, he might have died in vain on the streets of the abandoned capital, and his bones would have been exposed to the sun for three days and three nights, and then scraped off by the corpse pickers squatting to the point where there was no more than a catty and a half tael left.

It was the little girl who saved him.

The little girl in the slums has a completely different ruthlessness from the little princesses in the big city. She can use weakness as a weapon, use words as a sharp edge, and use white and soft catkins to hold the cold, hard and rusty steel knife. squeeze the right to live.

She taught the young master that life is far more important than dignity, that desire is equal to the price to be paid, that the young master is obedient and unscrupulous, and that he is taught what love and hope are.

She said: "I have a younger brother named Sparrow. I want him to fly out, like the little ones that peck in the mud."

When these words were said, the little girl was sitting in the sunshine among the ruins with her clothes on.Below her is the only well-preserved brick wall among the collapsed rubble, and above her head are "windows" cut out of messy reinforced concrete.

This is the "comfortable nest" of the abandoned capital, a place where people "release their selfish desires".The smell of fishy smell in the air rubs the blood that will never go away, sticking to the dirty pattern on the ground. The 15-year-old girl has the most delicate and soft figure, and the bright red blood on the mottled back is like a blooming flower. like the mandala.

Chen Yan stood in the shadows, looking down at her pale ankles.

He said, "Okay, I remember."

But I didn't do it.

Chen Yan thought.When I saw Cheng Mingque again, he was already standing in the corridor of the school hospital.

The 15-year-old boy has the same appearance as his older sister, facing the scorching sunset at the end of summer, the three-point smile in his pupils turned into shock, and gradually filled with monstrous anger.

He is fresh, as fresh as a red lotus in full bloom.

But he was going to die, Chen Yan thought, when he stepped into here, into the consulting room, when he was sitting on the laboratory table, he was going to die.

—I am the executioner.

Chen Yan thought.

—I will be his executioner.

His fingers holding the injection began to tremble, and the liquid, which was not as long as his nails, was like a hot flame, scalding his limbs and bones throbbing with pain.He stood in the consulting room, watching the 15-year-old boy climb onto the laboratory table with his back turned. His figure was so thin and pale, and the flying butterfly bones were like a pair of fragile wings.

At that moment, Chen Yan seemed to see the little girl sitting in the sun back then.

"I named him 'Finch' and hoped he would be like a bird," she said.

Chen Yan heard the sound of the needle piercing the flesh.

It's as small as a bird flapping its wings.

……

The sound of the current connected to the call poured into the quiet room, Chen Yan blinked slowly, first subconsciously looked at Cheng Mingque on the opposite bed, and then retracted his gaze to look at the virtual light screen floating in mid-air.

The interface belonging to the team's voice is open, and a small voice symbol lights up next to Yin Tong's head, and the translucent grid is gradually filled with the volume.

"Is it convenient for Mr. Chen to talk now?"

At 14:20, Chen Yan turned his head to look at the time on the light screen, and there were 40 minutes left.

He moved his stiff legs and feet, moved the seat from the chair to the bed, reached out and fumbled for the electric baton in his pocket, and played with it, looking across the dim sunlight at Cheng Mingque's face opposite.

The blood on the young man's neck stopped long ago, and a large piece of bed sheet that was dyed red gently wrapped his slender body.There was lingering blood in the room, Chen Yan pursed his lower lip, and took another sip from the water bottle.

"Have you discussed it?" He asked softly.

"What do we need to discuss?" Yin Tong on the opposite side of the light screen seemed to smile, "Mr. Chen has never left us a choice, has he?"

"You can reject me." Chen Yan said.

"I won't refuse you," Yin Tong sighed, "I promise you."

"I promise you, please tell me, please teach me how we can clear this game."