dramatic death

The moment he met his gaze, Yin Tong felt that if he changed the time, his head might be broken off and kicked as a ball.

Chen Yan's words are obviously inductive, and they can almost go hand in hand with "play another game, and you won't lose if you play another game" on the gambling table.His eyes are smiling, the corners of his lips are curved, his whole person is far from the usual elite, he looks like an old fox who has become a spirit.

Why does he want me to change the time so much?What happens when the time is changed?

Yintong turned around and looked at the chalk writing on the blackboard that was regarded as a clock.

The time column in the upper left corner of the bulletin board is divided into two parts. The upper part is 12:43 which is the current time, and the lower part is written in a line of small words - "1802 minutes before the main storyline begins".

In other words, the main story line starts at 18:45 tomorrow afternoon.

It was 18:45 again.

In fact, before Chen Yan opened his mouth, Yin Tong did have the urge to "just change the number if it doesn't work". You will get started in an instant and change the number to see.

The sound of the wind penetrated through the closed glass door into the empty hall on the first floor. A small group of people stood in front of the blackboard that was used as a bulletin board, looking at the changing time with different thoughts.Yin Tong pinched the dry chalk between his fingers and hesitated. He really didn't want to follow Chen Yan's wishes, but he also clearly realized that the "time" on the blackboard was indeed a mechanism in the game.

It is written here to give the player a chance to change, how much can be changed to accurately pass the level, he has no idea at all.

Just then, he heard a sticky "click".

It was a sound too soft to ignore, like the slime left by a crawling slug, but once you noticed it was hard to ignore.Yintong lowered his eyelids, squinted his eyes and looked towards the place where the sound came from. He saw two clear footprints on the ground on the left hand side, stained with sticky blood, like a four or five-year-old child standing it's here.

stand beside him.

But there was no one, looking up from the place where the two footprints fell, it was still the empty hall on the first floor of the apartment.However, the sticky footsteps did not stop, they were even getting closer and clearer.

"pat, pat"

Yin Tong saw the two footprints moving forward gradually, as if the invisible child had already walked in front of the blackboard.Then blurred bloody handprints suddenly appeared in the lower right corner of the blackboard, like snake-like animals, gradually climbing and printing on the place where "time" stayed.

"pat, pat"

A corner of the gray chalk mark was covered by dirty blood, and he saw that the "12" of "45:2" was painted in the shape of an "8" by a tender bloodstain.

It should be changed to 18;45.

That finger traced over and over again, as if silently telling Yin Tong.

It should be changed to 18;45.

Why must it be 18:45?

He heard a small voice coming out of his heart, and then it overlapped like a woven spider web.

What happened at 18:45?What exactly does this time mean?Whose blood handprint is it?Did no one see them all?

He tried to turn around to seek answers from others, but the hand holding the chalk was grabbed first.That hand was close to the back of his hand, and the cool fingertips pressed lightly on his fingertips. The slender and slender fingers were like a prison, locking his hand and the chalk in his hand. Sticky blood stains, drawing "2" on the blackboard into "8"

18:45

Yin Tong turned his head and looked at the uninvited dictator beside him.

An Qi looked up at the blackboard, her smoky gray eyes were exposed under her fine blond hair.He didn't smile, his face was as expressionless as if he had done an insignificant thing, his empty eyes stayed on the distorted chalk marks for a few breaths, and then he moved away with difficulty and merged into Yin Tong's confused eyes.

At that moment, Yin Tong suddenly remembered what Dong Tiantian said in the morning, he said, "At first I didn't see the names of the two of you on the house number, but when I turned around, An Qi suddenly appeared behind me You always believe in him, but have you ever thought about whether the 'An Qi' in front of you is actually An Qi himself?"

"A virtual game with 70% fidelity is bound to be able to simulate any of your little friends in front of your eyes. Do you think the NPCs you see in the novice guide are fake? They will appear in the slightest when they speak. Pause? No. You just think, are you really playing a game?"

"If it wasn't for the white card with the welcome slogan, if it weren't for these impossible zombies, you would just think: 'Am I dreaming'."

"Now tell me, is this person in front of you really 'An Qi'?"

The roaring bells roared from all directions suddenly, mixed with broken and messy noises, all poured into Yintong's mind.He looked at the pair of smoky eyes in front of him, looked at his own shadow in the eyes, the words he wanted to say rolled down his throat and pressed the tip of his tongue, but the moment he asked, he was interrupted by a sudden loud noise.

The front door of the dormitory building was knocked open by the cold winter wind. The hard glass door panel tortured the fragile hinges inwards. Enter the hall, and then silently fell silent.

Yin Tong gasped when he heard Dong Tiantian, and squeezed out a sentence from his throat: "Damn."

He followed Dong Tiantian's line of sight and saw a few vague footprints on the steps outside the door.

They are like uninvited guests in a rainy day, leaving wet footprints on the cold ground, one, two, three, and more footprints are constantly pouring in from the open front door, like countless invisible The figures were crowding shoulder to shoulder in the cold hall, the sticky stirring sound was mixed with the piercing cold wind, it was as if all the wandering souls rolled their eyes and looked in their direction.

They stood silently, staring at the person in front of the blackboard intently.

He stared intently at the living person in front of the blackboard.

Yin Tong couldn't help but took half a step back.

He heard Xia Zexing tremblingly say: "This is, school is over?" His muddy consciousness instantly became clear for half a moment, and he captured the flashing images in his mind.He realized that someone grabbed his hand, and someone shouted "Run!" in the damp and cold air. He watched An Qi's back gradually brighten and darken in front of his eyes, and heard the deafening beating of his heartbeat, and then " "Boom" sound.

Fall straight down.

It was as if he had fallen from a tall building, from a cliff, from some clammy, windy height, into an icy river.

He heard the "rustling" sound of pages being turned, the muffled sound of water cups hitting the table, and a little girl whispering his name softly.

"Yin...Tong?"

From the extreme distance, Yin Tong slammed into the girl's clear eyes.

This is a lively little girl.

She looked only fifteen or sixteen years old, and her appearance was ordinary, but her eyes were as clear as water, which was always unforgettable.She was bending over to get close to Yintong, her big round eyes were as clear as a deer who didn't know much about the world, and her slender eyelashes were like two small fans, flapping a sweet smile.

Yin Tong hid back for a moment when she saw her, and then was startled by the heavy object falling into his palm.

He lowered his head and saw a bright red apple.

where am I?

He wandered his eyes blankly.

Shouldn't I be in the dormitory?

He rubbed the cold apple with his fingers, and wiped away the water marks on the peel with his fingertips.He saw the little girl who handed him the apple humming a song and sitting on the sofa opposite him, her white teeth gnawed on the fruit and made a crisp "click" sound, and her bright smile seemed to be quenched by the midsummer sun.

"Eat it quickly, you won't be able to eat it when the principal comes back later," the little girl muttered while biting an apple, "The old man talks a lot, I gave it to you secretly, don't complain."

sue?Why sue?

Yin Tong blinked his eyes, and the apples in his field of vision gradually blurred from virtual to real, and he vaguely heard himself asking: "What's your name?" Then a burst of familiar laughter came, and someone answered with a playful smile. road.

"My name is Tan Xiao, the Tan Xiao who is happy every day."

……

The cold winter wind poured into Yintong's consciousness, and he suddenly woke up from the nightmare, panting heavily in shock.

The ceiling above the field of vision was cracked with mottled gray lines, and the vertical and horizontal watermarks were engraved on his retina like intertwined spider webs.Yin Tong felt that his whole body was trembling, and the cold sweat adhered to his back like glue. He pressed against the edge of the bed and tried to prop himself up. Unexpectedly, his palm slipped and he fell down uncontrollably.

Fortunately, someone reacted quickly, and before he was relieved, he had already fallen into a warm embrace safely.

Yin Tong could feel someone helping him to sit up and soothing his convulsive back.The fragrance of fabric softener poured into his nostrils. After a moment of slowing down, he reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the person next to him.

"What is the relationship between me and Tan Xiao?" He looked up into An Qi's eyes, "What was the relationship between me and her before?"

Someone in the room coughed lightly.

Yin Tong didn't expect that there were other people around, and when he was interrupted, his mind went blank. He kept thinking about Tan Xiao in his dream and himself in his dream, thinking about the pair of slender and white hands in his vision, thinking about the An apple shivering with cold.

That's my memory.

He heard someone repeating word by word in his mind, this feeling was clearer and firmer than when he met his sister in the novice teaching.

That is a memory I have forgotten.

He was hugged by An Qi and sat on the edge of the bed, his mind was rampant and chaotic.Yin Qing's pale shadow appears and disappears at the edge of his field of vision, just like that little girl who is still carefully tugging at the hem of his clothes.

He thought of the bloody handprint in front of the blackboard in the lobby downstairs that only he could see, of Christie's nude figure when she collapsed in the coffee shop, and of An Qi holding his hand and pressing the chalk mark to draw the distortion "8".

He seemed to hear someone laughing quietly.

"You can't run away."