This murder was over when Zhan Lak, the ghost, knelt on the ground, crying and rubbing his hands in apology to Nan Zhou.
When Nan Zhou's ghost-like face was enlarged and enlarged in front of him, Zhanle was so terrified that he was trembling all over, unable to utter a single word.
It is true that he died once, but this kind of thing can never be reborn twice.
What's more, this is completely different from the situation when he was shot and killed.
When he was chased by the police, the speed of the gun was so fast that Zhanle couldn't react at all, and the man had already fallen into the icy river.
At the moment when the heart was shot through, Zhanle even had an infinite hope of getting away with it.
After being refined into a descending head, Zhanle's confidence expanded even more.
In his cognition, he has died once, and it is impossible to die again.
This fantasy bubble collapsed along with Zhanle's mentality when Nan Zhou caught him.
This time it wasn't as simple as a single shot.
Nan Zhou was neither thick nor strong, even a little scholarly, but his strength was terrifying.
Under the soft snow-white skin, there are bones like rock and steel.
He dragged himself all the way to the front, lowered his head and looked at him quietly, his eyes did not contain the slightest human emotion, so Zhanle had no doubt that he would be slashed by him with a knife.
Therefore, Zhanlek kneeled very standardly when he begged for mercy. In a plastic mandarin, he kept begging, pointing to the sky and drawing the earth, and he uttered all the humble beggings.
On the one hand, he was frightened and humiliated on the other hand, and on the other hand, he made another secret prayer in his heart.
"Khun Songpa", let's end it quickly, hurry up and save me...
Until he felt the vortex-like suction and pulled him away from Nanzhou's claws, he was relieved and only felt that he had crawled back from hell.
His heart was relieved, and he also swept away the previous depression and weakness, and left a sentence: "Wait, I will be back."
That being said, Zhanle never planned to see Nanzhou, the god of plague, again in his life.
The head is lowered, and the enchantment dissipates.
Zhanle disappeared from Nanzhou's control.
They went back to their respective rooms.
Even Li Yinhang, who was well carried by Nan Zhou, returned to her bed.
The midnight bell had just struck the last time, and the mournful cry of the night bug rang out from the window, and the window lattice was once again sprinkled with the moonlight like thin salt.
Obviously, they were sucked into a certain gap in time just now.
… Can such a crack be knocked open out of thin air and create a small world in the crack
Before Nan Zhou could speak, he heard the sound of collapse outside, the glass of the upper and lower floors shattered, and their doors were overwhelmed, and the whole fan collapsed.
Fortunately, Room 201 was empty, and the shattered mirror did no harm to anyone.
Most of the passengers in the hotel woke up immediately, thinking they had been bombed, and screamed one after another.
The boss and the waiter on the night shift came in a hurry, and when they saw the devastation, they almost fainted immediately.
They immediately called the police.
This neighborhood is originally a gathering area of cheap hotels that earn money from foreign tourists. There are frequent police fights. The police on duty are also dozing off. When they heard the report of "broken glass", they thought there was another fight, but there was no such thing as a fight. Go to the heart.
The distance of 2 kilometers is just an hour later.
They were dumbfounded when they saw the three layers of fully blown glass.
The tour guide, who fell asleep after drinking, was also awakened by the shock and almost had a heart attack.
He got up in a hurry, and as soon as he opened the door, he was immediately surrounded by angry tourists.
Everyone needs an argument.
They go out to travel, the expenses are not much, the plans are cheap, and the accommodation environment is a little bit worse, so it is not unbearable.
But now that there is a safety accident that may endanger the person, who can bear it
The tour guide was overwhelmed by the noise coming from all directions, so he had to call the head office with a bitter face.
In the chaos outside, Nanzhou and the others were relatively stable.
The residents on the third floor are just their six players.
The young couple was probably still in a drowsiness, Shao Mingzhe's whereabouts were unknown, and the three of them remained in the room to wait and see what happened.
The South Pole Star, who was also sent back to the room, was slow to return to his senses.
It looked around for a while at the sudden change in the surrounding environment, and tilted its head slightly: "... Haw?"
Li Yinhang held up the South Pole Star: "Did you find the position to lower your head?"
Antarctica: "Hey!"
It raised its left front paw high, and tried to draw a 1 with its short, thin tip.
… I made a jar.
Li Yinhang was overjoyed and went up to kiss it on the forehead as a reward.
Antarctica was stunned.
The next second, it turned around and flew back to Nan Zhou, most of its body was buried in the inside of his arms, and only a small part of his butt was still exposed.
It's just that its little tail slapped Nan Zhou's arm excitedly, betraying its true mood completely.
Li Yinhang slipped to the ground: "I'll go out and see..."
Jiang Fang looked at her with a smile: "Looking for Shao Mingzhe?"
Li Yinhang said honestly, "Yes."
They are still more or less friendly.
He disappeared for no reason and was bleeding, and now that the crisis has been lifted, it is impossible to say that he does not care about his safety at all.
When Li Yinhang walked towards the door, as if he had a good heart, there was a thumping sound from the door.
Their door has already existed in name only, and it can be said that the inside and outside of the door can be seen at a glance.
But there was still no one at the door.
… Judging from the shadow, the person who came was standing against the wall, standing in a blind spot outside the door.
Li Yinhang stopped: "Who?"
no one answered,
However, Li Yinhang had already vaguely guessed who was outside through this unusual silence.
She took two quick steps and stuck her head out of the room.
Seeing Shao Mingzhe's respectful face, Li Yinhang was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask the words of concern, he let out a roar of music.
Shao Mingzhe was wearing a white bed sheet that was standard in a hotel, clumsily hiding himself.
He's now like a large ghost in a low-budget stage play, not too scary, but kind of cute.
Shao Mingzhe wrapped in sheets: "..."
He didn't want that either.
But his clothes, masks, hats and wigs are gone, he doesn't have time to get them, and he doesn't want others to see his face.
Because he doesn't look like everyone else, he doesn't want to cause trouble.
But Li Yinhang would still laugh at him.
Li Yinhang also knew that this was impolite, and after laughing twice, he immediately shut up.
Seeing that he was safe and sound, Li Yinhang's mentality became somewhat mixed.
She looked at him and said softly, "... still alive."
Shao Mingzhe: "..." Isn't that obvious
However, he answered the boring question in a dull tone: "Well. Alive."
Li Yinhang stood on tiptoe and hugged his shoulder: "Very good."
This hug, Li Yinhang used half scheming, half serious.
Half of the seriousness was because they had only talked in the afternoon, and it was sentimental anyway.
Half of the scheming is because she wants to continue to befriend him and get further information from him.
However, Shao Mingzhe was stunned.
He lowered his head and carefully pondered Li Yinhang's intentions.
In his logic, physical contact at this level of intimacy has no other meaning than to represent one thing.
He thought: She wants to mate with me. I would not agree to such a thing.
After making up his mind, Shao Mingzhe blushed, hummed softly, leaned down, and put down the two things in his hands.
Only then did Li Yinhang realize that there was not only his body hidden under the sheets.
… and two jars with fine and sinister lines painted with black blood.
He put the jar down and said calmly, "I don't need this."
Shao Mingzhe's conscious attitude is steady and his tone is cold, and there is nothing wrong with it.
But in Li Yinhang's eyes, he looked like he was saying "I came back from hunting".
Li Yinhang originally wanted to ask him if he and Nanji Xing rescued them from the crisis, but after thinking about it, the ownership of the name "Nanjing Xing" now belongs to Nanzhou, so he voluntarily shut his mouth and said no more: "Thank you. "
The jar is very precious, Li Yinhang was afraid that he would go back on it, so he accepted his position first, and then talked about other things.
She was polite again: "You can study with us."
"No." Shao Mingzhe emphasized again, "No need."
What he was looking for was never a jar.
He's looking for a little flying squirrel.
Find it and he will be complete.
It's just that there's no need to mention it to irrelevant people.
He put down the jar, put on the sheets, and stumbled back to his room.
After returning to the environment of solitude, Shao Mingzhe started to tear off the sheets, put on only a pair of trousers, bypassed the broken glass, took off the shower head, studied for a long time, and was scalded by water before turning on the hot water and began to wash. The wound on his waist was scratched by the blade of Zhan Lak.
When he raised his hand to wash his back and simulated a hugging posture, he unconsciously thought of Li Yinhang just now.
Shao Mingzhe closed his eyes and snorted softly.
The crisscrossing golden lines on his body glowed together, making him a small light source in this pitch-black space.
However, he couldn't see it himself.
…
Li Yinhang took the two jars back.
Nan Zhou tried to put it in the storage slot.
Unfortunately, containment failed.
Back in the days after the system was updated with a major patch, quest creatures and repositories were no longer compatible.
Fortunately, although the yellow mud jar is heavy, it is not very large.
Nanzhou and the others went to a nearby convenience store and bought two small ladies' suitcases at a very low price.
Used to place these two jars, plus the two jars they fished out of the bottom of the sea, just right.
The chaos in the hotel continued until about two o'clock.
The final conclusion of the accident is that because the hotel floor has not been repaired for a long time, the floor has been deformed, and the glass has been compressed.
As for a door that was collapsed, it may also have been affected by an explosion.
The tour guide of Nanzhou's tour group, after negotiating with the enthusiastic tourists, decided that as compensation, everyone will be upgraded to one level and adjusted to the travel treatment. rating.
As for the way other tour groups appease tourists, it is similar to them.
The young couple, who almost survived, were in a coma all night, and only woke up at 8:30 the next day.
After waking up, they heard that they could change hotels. They went to the cafeteria of the hotel as soon as possible, planning to eat a big meal and put more food in their stomachs before leaving.
The state of mind is extremely stable.
Zhanle in the jar, since he knew that he was not recovered by his respected "Kun Songpa", but went round and round and fell into Nan Zhou's hands, he probably felt that the harsh words he said before leaving were enough. Let yourself die again, and simply shut up and be amazed, just pretending that you are already dead, and don't dare to let go of a fart, for fear that Nan Zhou will realize his existence.
But it was also from this morning that Shao Mingzhe disappeared after learning that they were going to divert to Ratchaburi.
He parted ways with them completely and didn't tell anyone where he was going.
The "Cube Ark" also chose to leave the team.
Not to mention, they still have to find the culprit to discuss the repair costs and compensation of the hotel.
…
That night, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang went to Suchala together.
Sompa seemed to have anticipated their arrival.
When they stepped into the small courtyard, he was hanging his head with a pale face, sitting on the blood-stained bed, wondering what he was thinking.
Nan Zhou stood quietly in front of his door.
Feeling the two pairs of eyes at the door, Songpa raised his head with difficulty.
He saw Nanzhou at first sight.
He stood in the overly bright moonlight, his skin as white as a ray of light.
When he lowered his eyes to look at Songpa, the marks on his double eyelids were deep and beautiful, reaching the end of his eyes.
Nan Zhou greeted him calmly: "Hello."
Nan Zhou's temperament as a top-level boss certified by the full server of "Gravity" made Songpa look a little bleak again, and even his calf began to twist.
Nan Zhou asked another question: "Why don't you run?"
Songpa laughed miserably, his eyes were dark and blue, obviously he had lost the will to fight: "With your ability, can I run away?"
Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other.
Actually it can run.
Nan Zhou's positioning has only reached the primary stage. If Songpa really slaps his ass and turns around and runs away, it will not be easy for them to find him again.
However, Nan Zhou did not intend to tell him this fact.
He politely took out the notebook from his pocket: "I'm here to study."