Jiang Fang's silence was not just due to watching his teammates fall off the cliff and die in front of him.
... The information she sent with her life, they have already analyzed it.
The wood is done.
But they still have something they can do.
It's just that Jiang Fang couldn't do it.
Jiang Fang took his hand off the tree: "Nanzhou, you..."
While speaking, he looked up at the empty treetops.
However, Nan Zhou was no longer there.
He looked straight ahead.
Nan Zhou did not know when, he was already standing beside the suspension bridge like a ghost, the corner of the dark windbreaker was held in the mist by the mist, slowly flying.
The people on the other side also noticed this tall and eerie ghost, and they stopped one after another and raised their guns as a warning.
Nan Zhou greeted the muzzles with black eyes calmly, and said, "Mr. Pastor said, lend us five of your firearms."
His tone was quite natural.
The silhouettes in the mist looked at each other, not intending to move.
Nan Zhou said, "If anyone escapes here again, we need to defend ourselves."
"There is something wrong with your security level, otherwise people will not escape."
Nan Zhou looked at the opposite side quietly, but out of the corner of the eye, there was always a scarlet bloodstain etched on the land on the other side and finally disappeared on the edge of the cliff.
shocking.
But he had to try to ignore it.
He said: "Had Duke Shelley been around, he would have agreed to put Mr Keith's safety first."
This is still persuasive.
After a brief thought, the leader gathered two long guns and three short guns, and instructed a young man to hand them over to Nan Zhou.
When the young man stepped onto the suspension bridge, the bones of Nan Zhou's hands behind his back rattled.
He watched the young man's toes moving forward.
One step, two steps, four steps, five steps.
He was getting closer and closer to the east coast.
He didn't seem to care at all what would happen to the east and west banks if he crossed the bridge.
The dozen or so people behind him did not intend to stop him.
This also means that if Su Qingyao really escaped from the bridge just now, these dozen guns will follow her without hesitation and burn the war to the east bank together.
Nan Zhou might be able to use Su Qingyao as bait to break their necks and snatch their weapons, but for the next two days, there will be no peace on both sides of the strait.
Crucially, the rules don't have any subject, just a repeated emphasis on "don't cross the bridge".
Who knows if letting these NPCs on the other side cross the bridge is considered breaking the rules
Looking at the young people who were getting closer, Nan Zhou wanted to give it a try.
However, when those feet were about to cross the bridge, Nan Zhou took a step forward and almost came face to face with him, preventing him from stepping onto the land on the east bank.
Startled by his sudden rudeness, the young NPC took a few steps back, staring at him suspiciously.
Nan Zhou ignored his dissatisfaction and extended his hand to him.
He piled the gun into Nan Zhou's arms and asked, "We have a Mr. Deacon who will deliver a letter this afternoon. Have you seen him?"
Nan Zhou lowered his head and put the gun on himself in the same way: "I see, he brought the Duke's message."
The young NPC glanced at the cracked bridge rail: "But he never returned to the castle."
"I don't know." Nan Zhou said in a straightforward tone, "When you find him, you can ask him."
He stretched out his hand and put it on the shoulder of the young NPC.
After getting the long-distance firearm, seriously hesitating whether to throw him down, and completely tearing his face with the other side, Nan Zhou patted him: "Tell you people over there, the bridge rail has been in disrepair for a long time and needs to be repaired. ."
…
It was a long night, but it was finally over.
The South Pole Star was hung on the gun belt removed from the long gun, hanging by the window, swinging down and down.
Yesterday he wanted to follow Nan Zhou to see the situation, but Nan Zhou told him to stay in the church.
He waited boredly all night, not only did he not wait for the person on the other side to call, but he also waited for five guns to come back.
He naturally regarded this thing as a trophy, thinking that last night might have been a great victory.
After all, it has always been like this before.
No one talked about their lost friend to one of his little animals, so Nanjixing's mind was relatively peaceful.
He was assigned a new task by Nanzhou: to guard Guan Junliang, who was in a coma.
Others have something to discuss.
And the South Pole Star should also be careful to see if there is any strange force approaching Nanzhou.
A rat in Antarctica was bored, so he simply used a gun belt to entertain himself.
He didn't know that Su Qingyao's blood might be on the gun to which the belt belonged.
When he was bored, Guan Junliang on the bed opened his eyes.
Nanji Xing's lazily squinted eyes suddenly lit up.
It jumped off the gun belt and landed on the pillow with a thud, startling Guan Junliang.
Antarctica excitedly: "Ha!"
You are awake!
Guan Junliang stared at the South Pole Star on the pillow for a long time, his eyes strangely cold.
Nanji Star tilted his head.
He didn't find it so strange.
Guan Junliang was in a coma for 12 hours. When he woke up, his brain was rusty and his reaction was slow, which was not incomprehensible.
He struggled to prop himself up from the bed, looking like he was in a hurry to get down.
Nanji Xing jumped to the side of the bed three times and two times, opened his hands, and stopped him: "Ha!"
- No, you have to rest for a while!
It took a lot of energy for Guan Junliang to sit up. As soon as his feet landed, he supported his head with one hand and was dizzy for a while.
He raised his hand and touched Nanji Xing's forehead with gentle movements, as if to say "I'm fine".
Nanji Xing felt comfortable by him, and rubbed back obediently.
As soon as he opened his mouth, Guan Junliang's voice was hoarse and dehydrated, and he could barely hear his original voice: "Where are they?"
Nanji Xing gestured with two small claws: "Ha!"
- It's all outside!
Guan Junliang smiled reluctantly.
His body may be very uncomfortable, and the smile seems to be forced out of embarrassment: "I don't understand."
Antarctica star circles: "Haw."
- You have a good rest here.
Guan Junliang: "I have something to do with them. Can you help me call Nan Zhou."
Antarctica felt that something was not right.
But he still shook his head dutifully, raised his short paws flat again, and pretended to be one husband and ten thousand husbands.
no.
His task is to watch him here, and not let the mentally shocked sick patient run around.
Guan Junliang stared at him.
After a long time, he sighed lightly: "Okay, then I'll rest for a while."
Nanji Xing nodded with satisfaction, jumped back to the gun belt, and swayed while monitoring whether Guan Junliang had closed his eyes and recharged his energy.
Under the attention of his good eyes, Guan Junliang reluctantly closed his eyes.
Nanji Xing swayed around while holding the gun belt and thought, what the inexplicable sense of disobedience just now was.
…
In Keith's office, Ban Hang crossed the table and grabbed Jiang Fang's collar.
Jiang Fang's face was cold, and he let his palms exert force, tightening them more and more.
Song Haining stayed up all night, her face was pale, but she still tried to grab Ban Hang's arm, trying to separate the two of them: "Ban Hang, calm down..."
Ban Hang laughed miserably: "... 'Calm'?"
He and Su Qingyao are a couple.
They didn't know each other before entering Gravity.
They are in love at the end of life.
He stared at Jiang Fang: "Song Haining, ask our boss, if it is Nan Ge who is being chased and killed, can he calm down?"
Jiang Fang, who had been silent before and had endured his wrath, chose to speak at this time: "No."
Song Haining gritted his teeth in a hurry.
Boss, at this time, can you just shut up and stop hating
Ban Hang is yin and yang strange: "because he is more valuable than Qingyao?"
Song Haining paled and shouted, "Ban Hang!"
After listening to Nan Zhou's retelling of the whole journey by the bridge last night, she knew that the bridge was Qingyao's own choice.
But she couldn't comfort Ban Hang with "this is the path she chose herself".
It was too pale and too cruel.
Just like Jiang Fang, he also understands Ban Hang's madness, so he can allow him to pour out his anger on himself.
But once some complaints are made public, it is too emotional.
"Am I right?! Brother Nan is more valuable, so he can't die; Qingyao is an ordinary person, so she can be sacrificed casually!"
When it came to Nanzhou, Ban Hang became more and more infuriated and painful, and said, "Didn't Brother Nan go? Why didn't he attract firepower and kill those people? Can't he do it?"
Jiang Fang raised his eyes and looked at Ban Hang's eyes, which had gradually driven him to lose his mind: "You mean, should Nanzhou cross the bridge, or go to the bridge to attract firepower? Do you think he doesn't Will he die? How do you think the experience posts about killing him in the game forum came from?"
Ban Hang was unable to answer for a while, and his fingers gripping Jiang Fang's neck slowly froze.
What he hates most is that he actually understands everything.
He knew that this dungeon was weird and peculiar, knew the rules that were repeatedly emphasized, knew that the open terrain beside the bridge, anyone who ran up to the pass where the fire was fierce was a living target, and knew why Qingyao gave up the only life for her. , and even knew that she was worried about extradition of danger to herself.
He knew it, but he couldn't accept it.
Ban Hang had a bit of luck, and felt that the "no crossing the bridge" rule might just lie to them, and that even if he crossed the bridge, nothing would happen.
However, Qingyao's death is meaningless if the rules are deceiving.
And if the rules are true, crossing the bridge will really lead to the destruction of the group, and he no longer has the position of accusing Jiang Fang.
This contradictory feeling of pulling back and forth is enough to drive people crazy.
Before letting himself continue to lose control, he let go of Jiang Fang's hand, and strode out with boiling pain.
Nan Zhou has been standing at the door.
When passing by the wrong side of Ban Hang, Nan Zhou noticed that he was already in tears.
Jiang Fang pointed to the back of Ban Hang's departure, and Song Haining immediately understood and followed quickly.
After the two left in a hurry, Jiang Fang leaned on Pastor Keith's waxed desk and half-closed his eyes wearily.
Nan Zhou outside the door did not return to the office with confidence until he confirmed that Ban Hang did not run around, but went straight to Guan Junliang's resting room.
He imitated Jiang Fang and leaned against the wooden table.
Jiang Fang lit a cigar hidden in a drawer and held it in his mouth, with a helpless smile on the corner of his mouth.
"After this dungeon is over, I'm afraid I won't have any credit at all." Jiang Fang snorted lightly, "It's boring to be the boss, no one can keep it."
Nan Zhou did not answer.
He also took out one from the cigar box, did not light it, but held it by his mouth.
Jiang Fang held a box of matches: "Want to try smoking?"
"No." Nan Zhoudan sipped his cigar with his soft and thin lips, "I just want to be closer to you. I don't want you to be alone."
Jiang Fang shrugged: "So what? You can still go."
"If you don't want me to go, just tell me directly." Nan Zhou looked straight at Jiang Fang, "You don't need to destroy yourself in front of others, and make me worry about you."
Jiang Fang: "..."
He was unexpectedly hit by this straight ball.
He took a deep breath of smoke and covered his head and face with the white smoke he exhaled: "Me? Will I destroy myself?"
Nan Zhou exposed him mercilessly: "What happened last night was too sudden, we really can't find a better way. But you obviously have a better way to tell Ban Hang, don't you?"
Jiang Fang: "..."
He simply brought the topic back to the right track: "Instead of wasting time on this topic, let's think about how the copy can end."
Nan Zhou also changed the subject with him, nodded, agreeing with his opinion: "This copy was very strange from the beginning."
Jiang Fang asked, "You mean 'don't cross the bridge'?"
"No." Nan Zhou said, "Do you remember, there is a strange definition of time in the rules."
Jiang Fang seemed to realize something, and repeated softly: "... 'Game time, when the seventh day arrives'."
Nan Zhou: "In the past games, there would always be a relatively clear standard. After a few days, what time, and what conditions are met, it can end. Why do you use such a general concept this time?"
The author has something to say: after laying the groundwork for so long, I can finally slowly decrypt qwq