As soon as Xia came back, he didn't have time to think about anything else. After struggling for a few seconds, he inserted himself between Zhang Qingyu and the freezing cabin, trying to act as a natural barrier.
This method has little effect, Zhang Qingyu has been completely immersed in his own world, he can't see the purple smoke around him, and he can't see Xia Yihui, he can only see the frozen cabin in the gap in his heart.
The audience in the live broadcast room were also worried about Xia Yihui. Many people stood up from their seats and tried hard to think about how to wake up Zhang Qingyu.
But after thinking about it, the audience in the live broadcast room realized that they really didn't know anything about Zhang Qingyu. On weekdays, I only know that the latter is a strong and indifferent person, but what about more things? They have no way of knowing.
So when encountering a situation like now, everyone just finds it difficult.
"Studying psychology means that I can help Xia Xia whoever is addicted to hallucinations, but Zhang Dashen is really... helpless."
"Is the weakness and obsession of Zhang Dashen the day Xia Xia was frozen? Ahhh, the situation is really complicated. From what I know so far, Li Bai and Zhang Dashen must have participated in Xia Xia's incident that year. Which big shot is involved in this melon."
"Xin Zhu also participated in it. Wow, that is the white-haired boy who was pinned to the ground in the hallucination just now. I have been chasing the copy of the campus arena before. Later, people who watched the live broadcast may have missed Xin Zhu... He is really super cool, recommended Everyone go watch the recording!"
"I feel that Zhang Dashen and Xin Zhu should be involved in the whole process, and Li Bai may only be involved in the recovery of the frozen man later."
"Brother Li Bai's parents seemed to be involved as well. They died together in the research project. This matter can be found."
"My God, it feels like there is a super big event that was covered up ten years ago, and it is now being gradually discovered by us!"
"This may be the biggest melon of this century. I feel like this is a suspense drama. It depends on who else will participate in the follow-up hhhhhhh"
"It's not...how are you crooked! Why don't you think about how to wake up Zhang Dashen now, and talk about some things here."
The last barrage was on the building in an instant, many people woke up like a dream, and finally stopped gossiping, but tried hard to think about countermeasures.
If you want to start with Zhang Qingyu, the chance of success is almost zero, and many people know this in their hearts.
Having figured this out, many people began to study that math problem. The math problem that can be taken to the escape game, if you think about it, you know that it must be the level of unsolved problems in the world. This kind of problem is not something that can be solved for a long time. In fact, it is still unknown whether this problem can be solved.
When everyone in the live broadcast room was dragged down by math problems, Xia Yihui was also having a hard time.
The purple smog became thicker and thicker. At first, the various facilities in the laboratory could be clearly seen, but as time passed, the surrounding area was covered in purple, and it became blurred half a meter away. Clearly.
The feeling of suffocation gradually spread, Xia Yihui squeezed his throat and coughed twice, his brain was slightly dizzy due to lack of oxygen.
Zhang Qingyu was completely addicted to hallucinations, still half-kneeling beside the freezing cabin, her forehead resting on the transparent cover of the freezing cabin, her eyes drooping.
His whole body was trembling, his knuckles were bloody, blood stained half of the transparent cover. Against the backdrop of the ice-blue liquid, the color of the blood is more vivid and dazzling.
"Zhang Qingyu, look at me, look at me..."
Xia Yihui's voice was hoarse and choked with sobs.
I don't know if it's because of the emotion or what, but when he saw Zhang Qingyu at this time, he seemed to have returned to ten years ago in an instant, with sadness and helplessness welling up in his heart, this was the first time Xia Yihui felt a sense of helpless frustration.
He didn't know how he faced the darkness alone ten years ago. When the blood in his body cooled down, when he struggled fruitlessly and was in pain and despair, maybe the young Zhang Qingyu outside the door was also full of despair.
He can't change the past, he can only focus on the present.
Xia Yihui's throat was almost smoky, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time, and the smell of iron rust and blood lingered in his nostrils.
Even so, he still insisted on opening his mouth, trying to communicate with Zhang Qingyu, "Touch and see, I'm still alive, I have temperature."
to no avail.
Perhaps because of his deep obsession, Zhang Qingyu has completely indulged in his own world. Unable to touch, unable to communicate, this is his status quo—willing to sink.
The density of the purple smoke deepened, and Xia Yi felt dizzy and couldn't see anything clearly. He could only roughly see the outline of Zhang Qingyu in the thick smoke.
"Maybe the me ten years ago was as powerless as I am now?"
Laughing self-deprecatingly, Xia Yi was choked by the smoke violently, coughing heart-piercingly for a long time, and finally eased down, his eye sockets were slightly hot, and his expression was extremely bitter.
At this time, the experimental equipment is particularly suitable for the occasion.
The cry of "Dididi" became more and more urgent every time, and the urging people felt tense.
Xia Yihui is not someone who can cry easily. He has always felt that it is better to solve problems if he has time to cry.
But now, he really wants to cry.
He can't empathize with himself ten years ago, because he has no memory of those things after all, and he doesn't even know why he was frozen voluntarily.
Xia Yi only knew that ten years ago he suffered a crushing defeat, and now he is still... a crushing defeat.
The density of the purple smoke increased again, this time, even Zhang Qingyu's silhouette disappeared.
Xia Yihui couldn't see anything, couldn't touch anything, his world was black and purple, as if he was abandoned by the world, the air was gradually pulling away, abandoning him.
Although he couldn't see it, Xia Yihui knew very well that Zhang Qingyu was by his side now.
"Death can share the same acupuncture point, this life is not in vain."
After finishing speaking, Xia Yi paused.
He suddenly remembered that if he failed the game and was eliminated, Zhang Qingyu could return to the real world and continue to live. In fact, he can also go back, but he returns to the frozen body and sleeps forever, forever.
After waking up, Zhang Qingyu can watch the recording, and he can see everything that is happening now.
Thinking of this, Xia Yi turned towards Zhang Qingyu, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Master Zhang, stop those freezing instruments after you go back, what's the point of hanging on to your life? Also, don't indulge in In the past, even if I wasn't by your side, life would go on."
After a pause, he chuckled, "Just treat it as a dream, and when you wake up from the dream, all the pain will end."
[Zhang Qingyu, good night and sweet dreams.
And... bye.]
Xia Yi turned bitter on his lips, and slowly closed his eyes.
The live broadcast room was filled with purple mist, and the audience couldn't see anything. They could hear Xia Yihui's voice, and they could also feel the many emotions hidden under his calm voice.
Many delicate little girls couldn't help crying, frantically looking for paper at the table. Xia Yi didn't cry himself, but each of these people empathized more than the other, crying for him, with snot and tears almost covering their faces.
Before, many people only had a vague general impression, and many things were not connected.
After several rounds of answering questions, many people finally figured out the context.
At the same time, it was only now that the audience understood why Xia Yihui had been working so hard. Elimination means death, and everyone has to work hard.
They understand that this time is likely to be a farewell.
Many people have been following Xiayi's live broadcast from the beginning to the end. Some of them are wife fans, some are mother fans, and some are cp fans or even black fans.
When faced with the end of life, even black fans rarely keep silent, and can't bear to look away.
A red candle rose from the barrage in the live broadcast room, and the lively live broadcast room in the past seemed extremely quiet at this moment.
The thick purple fog deepened and gradually approached darkness.
The mouth and nose are like covered with a layer of plastic bags. No matter when you breathe in or out, you will feel a burning pain in your throat. The meager amount of oxygen is not enough to supply the needs of the human body.
Xia Yihui was in a daze, and there was darkness in front of his eyes. He lay on the ground in pain and curled up.
In the darkness, someone seemed to sigh.
Who is it
Xia Yihui's brain was no longer able to think, he felt that someone carefully held his face, and there was an icy cool temperature on his lips, and the oxygen was instilled, and the heart spasm was finally suspended.
Not enough, not enough.
It's still hard.
Xia Yi turned passive into active, and opened his mouth to absorb life-saving oxygen from the icy cold.
I can't see anything in the dark, my vision disappears, and every slight change in my senses is magnified several times.
Someone was carefully licking his lips, the edges of the lips were numb and itchy.
The man's movements were extremely light, touching tentatively, gently caressing, and indifferently, every gentle touch could deeply touch Xia Hui's heartstrings.
It's a strange feeling.
Xia Yihui has never kissed before, and he doesn't know if it counts as a kiss. He just feels very comfortable instinctively, not only the relief from the return of oxygen, but also from the wonderful tremor deep in his heart. .
At least, he doesn't reject it.
Xia Yihui took the initiative to stretch out his hand, wrapped it around Zhang Qingyu's neck, and hung it loosely on Zhang Qingyu's body.
Instinctively sucking in, his mind went blank. At this moment, he only knew to hug Zhang Qingyu tightly, wanting to explore deeper and deeper.
In the darkness, the audience in the live broadcast room couldn't see anything. They thought Xia Yihui was dead, and they were swiping red candles on the screen in tears.
The live broadcast room was full of red, and the red candle that represented death just now looked like a celebration, and it could be regarded as a crooked shot in another sense.
The feeling of suffocation had disappeared, but Xia Yihui couldn't bear to let go anymore.
Think about it, Zhang Qingyu, who used to be deserted and abstinent, is now in his arms.
The military uniform was drenched on his body, his crow-feather-long eyelashes trembled slightly, his brows were slightly frowned, and his breathing was very rapid. It seemed that every movement and every expression was moving with his own movements.
The illusion had been broken, and Xia Yihui took the initiative to retreat before the purple smoke dissipated.
The icy cold temperature pulled away, and even the lips were numb.
Facing those clear eyes in the mist, Xia Yihui only felt that his heart was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand.
At this time, the sequelae of suffocation just emerged, his throat was slightly sore, and he couldn't even speak a word.
The four eyes met, and there was silence.