dramatic death

Dusk, 18:48.

Dong Tiantian stepped out of the elevator on the fourth floor, and before he had time to take two steps, he stepped into another sticky pool of blood and kicked a bloody head away.

He glanced back at the elevator that was still parked behind him, raised his head and fell silent for a while on the number "4" on the panel.For a while, he thought he was back in the rest hall on the first floor, after all, even the bloody props on the ground were exactly the same.

He finds it ridiculous.

The elevator room is indeed a high-risk area. According to the current feedback, a child should have been killed on the first and fourth floors, and probably died in the hands of one person.Dong Tiantian rolled his eyes, withdrew his outstretched foot, raised his hand to press "3" in the elevator, and then sat down.

——It's really normal to sit on the wrong floor. His head is in a mess now, and it's not strange to step on the right foot with his left foot.

However, before he could strike, he heard a strange sound.

——like the sound of some mollusk running on the ground.

Dong Tiantian had a great psychological shadow on this movement. After all, when he and Wen Qiu had just escaped from school, before he and Wen Qiu could breathe a sigh of relief, that boy Yang Xu mutated into this strange thing on the suspension car .

Dong Tiantian still remembers its pair of hind limbs that seemed to have been removed from the bones. Sticky blood seeped out of its pores, leaving pools of dirty marks on the ground.Yang Xu hiding in the rear compartment was like a huge bug, dragging his body and making wriggling noises. That scene became a nightmare that Dong Tiantian could not escape for a long time afterwards, as if he closed his eyes eyes, and he would die in a disgusting wormhole.

Thinking about it now, this probably also belongs to a trend of reagent variation.

Dong Tiantian really didn't have much interest in researching biomedicine, so he returned to the elevator and just wanted to go downstairs quickly.However, when he pressed the door close button, the elevator suddenly failed. The heavy mechanical door opened and closed, accompanied by the slight sound of electric current during operation, like a pair of mechanical gears that are constantly meshing.

He saw something hit the control panel on the lower floor outside the elevator door.

It was a headless corpse.

—was it here just now?

Dong Tiantian suddenly doubted his memory.

The corpse was wearing a bloody coat, a loose fit, with blood still dripping from the hem. The style should be in the same pattern as their winter school uniforms.Dong Tiantian looked at the control panel outside the elevator through the door panel that was constantly opening and closing. This thing was broken, and there were still cracks left by the ax blade on the edge. It must have experienced nothing good during his lifetime.

He tightened his grip on the fire ax, and looked up at the elevator outside the door.

The sticky sound was mixed with the subtle sound of electricity, gradually approaching the malfunctioning elevator room.

Getting closer.

Getting closer.

Then Dong Tiantian saw that the head that had just been kicked away by his wrong foot rolled twice on the ground, and suddenly stopped firmly in the corridor facing the elevator.

It blinked, it should be the eyes, Dong Tiantian was really unable to distinguish the facial expression of a head through the blood on his face, and he didn't even know what kind of reaction he should have.

He found it absurd, absurd and ridiculous at the same time, because the head even cleared his throat and whispered after a short pause.

"Can I trouble you to put my head back in?"

"..."

——The voice sounded familiar.

Perhaps it was the inescapable acquaintance effect at work, Dong Tiantian suddenly let go of all tension in an instant.He knew that his mentality was not normal, but facing Han Zhaoyuan whose head could be used as a ball at the moment, not only did he not feel scared, but he even wanted to laugh for no reason.

"...Are you looking at the world from a different angle?"

"...All right, little brother, I was cut off," Han Zhaoyuan said a little weakly, probably because his head has been off for a long time, and the whole person has become weak, "It's really hard to fight with dolls. It’s thankless, he can still run around after his head is severed, but I can only lie here if my head is severed.”

Dong Tiantian rolled his eyes: "It's strange that you can still breathe with your head broken. But you can also run around. I think you are not very easy to stop the elevator."

"I won't stop you. I'm weak, pitiful and helpless now."

Dong Tiantian was expressionless and just wanted to spit at him.

However, he can only think about this kind of behavior. After all, Han Zhaoyuan's brain circuit has always been different from that of ordinary people. Now he is stuck in the elevator again, and a mistake in dialogue may send him to hell.At this time, the risk factor of being smart is a bit high, Dong Tiantian smiled in the elevator holding the fire axe, and said, "Then, Uncle Han, you stopped me from leaving, what advice do you have?"

Han Zhaoyuan (head) sighed outside the elevator: "I haven't seen you for many years, and Student Dong still has a fish brain. Didn't I just say that? Please put my head back for me."

Perhaps Dong Tiantian was stunned, and he could hear a lot of nostalgia from this short sentence.He said, "That won't work. I'll put it back on for you. What if you cut me with a knife?"

"I didn't have the time to cut you with a knife," Han Zhaoyuan seemed to be shaking his head, but he accidentally rolled himself a few meters away, and he rolled back after a lot of effort, leaving a series of blood marks on the ground, "You Didn’t you hear the broadcast? The big boss told you to escape from Bowen Tower in 15 minutes, and you’ve cleared the last dungeon, what are you still doing here?”

"That's not necessarily true. Uncle Han, you can kill me in three steps the moment you put it on your head." Dong Tiantian paused in the middle of his words, his expression suddenly went blank, and he muttered in a daze, "Cleared the level?"

"We've cleared the level," Han Zhaoyuan said with a hint of helplessness in his voice, "Look at your watch, at 18:47, Christie's head has been smashed into a hole downstairs, so it's cleared."

Dong Tiantian blinked his eyes blankly, for a while he couldn't tell how the situation had come to this point.He took two steps back and bumped his back against the inner wall of the elevator, only to hear Han Zhaoyuan yelling weakly from outside: "Wake up, young man, put my head back on me first."

"..."

He frowned a little irritably, threw the fire ax and scratched his hair, stepped out of the elevator and picked up Han Zhaoyuan's head, like an athlete about to participate in a competition.

Han Zhaoyuan was so pissed off by this coquettish operation, he rolled his eyes and begged "give me a good time" aggrievedly.Dong Tiantian was still boiled with a lump of paste in his head at this moment, he rolled his eyes when he heard the words, and ordered angrily: "Let your body lead the way, don't force me, I'm going downstairs to find Yin Tong, If you push me any further, I'll throw you out the window."

"...It's too much, I'm weak and helpless now."

"Fuck you," Dong Tiantian sneered, "When you almost killed my Mr. Xiaoyin in the dormitory, why weren't you weak, pitiful and helpless?"

Han Zhaoyuan was not annoyed when he was spurned, instead he muttered in a low voice: "You will remember now." He didn't explain why he pinched Yintong, and Dong Tiantian didn't bother to ask, each of them wobbled The headless corpse walked downstairs, draped in the dim setting sun, like some kind of urban supernatural legend.

As Dong Tiantian walked and reasoned his thoughts, he always felt that the last dungeon was cleared inexplicably.Han Zhaoyuan babbled endlessly while labeling himself as "extending to die", not afraid that his brain would suffer from hypoxia if he talked too much.

——But his head has been lost, and the oxygen supply system should also go back to his hometown for vacation.

His thoughts were harassed by Han Zhaoyuan intermittently, he simply didn't think about anything, and while walking towards the classroom, he listened expressionlessly to this guy chatting about homework.

He said: "Dong Xiaotian, I found that if this person wants to succeed, he still has to be ruthless. In the first round of the game, I was wondering why Master An would be chased all over the teaching building by a rabbit. Not long ago, the rabbit chopped off his head with an ax."

Dong Tiantian raised his eyebrows: "An Qi was chased by a rabbit?" However, Han Zhaoyuan didn't reply to his words, and continued to mutter to himself: "Being ruthless, he is really cruel to himself. Master An If one day I really do my best for the people, I will definitely dance a tango on his grave."

"what are you talking about?"

He vaguely felt that Han Zhaoyuan seemed to have said something serious, but he couldn't connect the cause and effect.The classroom broadcasts on both sides of the corridor are playing Christie's sweet voice in a loop, she said: "The instance is over, please evacuate within 10 minutes."

Dong Tiantian shook his arm and saw that the time on the terminal had reached 18:50.Han Zhaoyuan was dizzy by him, but this time he didn't say anything, he just smiled pretendingly and blinked his eyes.

"Shh."

—Shh what shh?

Dong Tiantian was about to reply, but when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure at the end of the corridor.

——It’s Yintong.

……

At dusk, at 18:48, Yin Tong staggered a step, and finally managed to regain his consciousness.

He stood outside the back door of the classroom, staring at the bloodstains in the corridor in a daze.The dark sunset diffused through the neatly cut glass windows, and the muffled noise grew louder and louder like tinnitus. Yintong saw someone falling in the narrow shadow between the windows, with soft hair like a beautiful piece of wind chimes.

He seemed to be asleep.

Dirty blood spread from under the opponent's body, spilling over the cold ground and staining the toes of his shoes red.Yintong moved his stiff legs step by step into the thick bloody water, stepped on his own noisy heartbeat, and stayed in front of the opponent.

He bent down, stretched out his hand, froze in mid-air again, and took half a step back in silence.

The radio in the classroom made a "rustling" electric sound, and the girl's sweet laughter was like an absurd carnival.Yin Tong looked at the young man on the ground and blinked slowly, knelt down on one knee, and wiped away the remaining blood on his face with his hands.

—he seemed to be asleep.

He bent down and approached the boy's cold face.

Then he closed his eyes and left a tender kiss.

He said, "Pray."

"Wait for me to pick you up."