Lin Qing paused.
His face was still serious, his black eyes were deep, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and he seemed to be thinking about something, but he didn't have any extra emotions.
In terms of expressionlessness, Lin Qing is very similar to Yan Mingguang. They even have the same eye color, but they are all pure black as if they can't see the bottom. If you stare straight at it, people who can see it at a glance will feel frightened.
But the two of them are not alike at all.
Yan Mingguang's indifference is a cold and distant indifference, with wrapped emotions. No? Emotions, just invisible emotions.
But Lin Qing's silence was truly indifferent. He seemed to be really not flustered or teasing. Even with Yan Mingguang's direct words, Lin Qing was just thinking calmly, and didn't show any anger or anything like that.
Yan Mingguang is very clear about this? Why.
Those emotions that would affect Lin Qing's thinking were all stripped out by Yan Wei, and later absorbed some other emotions and personalities, and gradually became Lin Zhen who can think independently.
Lin Qing doesn't have? Emotions, he just doesn't have? Fluctuating emotions.
Just like now, Lin Qing thought for a moment and said, "I've never? seen? you."
Yan Mingguang knew what Lin Qing was implying, he said: "Everything I said, you can ask Yan Wei for verification—this is what he meant."
After saying that, he got up and walked towards the door, no more? What did you say.
Lin Qing said, "Okay."
Yan Mingguang paused, only to hear Lin Qing go on to say: "The next time the eighty-ninth floor will take some time, I can try to descend the building and go up again with Yan Wei—I can count it? How many times? Eighty-nine times layers of experience.”
"I haven't met? You, I don't know how you and Yan Wei have come to this point. But I also accompanied Yan Wei all the way, and I know exactly what kind of person he is. He refuses to admit defeat, is not reconciled, and does not like to be controlled by anything or anyone. He is sober, but also very emotional. He will be willing to give what he cares most about for others—including ending it all for everyone and himself.
"I know how obsessed he is with climbing to the top and destroying buildings. All his energy from the first floor to the ninety-ninth floor is dedicated to this matter. His goal is bigger than I am broad. For me, my goal is simple—no? Yan Wei, I can't get to where I am, and I can do anything for him."
Yan Mingguang turned his head and glanced at him, but didn't speak.
But Lin Qing could read what he meant—so what
"So if Yan Wei has already made a decision, then I have no objection, because what he has decided has never been done. Anyone can change it."
Yan Mingguang's eyes moved slightly. I don't know where this sentence hit him. Compared with the coldness before, he seemed slightly moved, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He wanted to say something, but in the end he was still speechless.
Lin Qing was looking at the light rain outside the window at the moment - he liked cloudy days very much.
He said, "So I'll go in together with you, and it's still possible for the three of you to get two invitations."
Yan Mingguang was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Me too?"
After Yan Mingguang had left, Lin Qing thought for a moment, and finally realized that Yan Mingguang had never had any interest in his position and views, and had always come to inform him from the beginning to the end. That's all. This sentence does not answer his thoughts, but only the sentence "I can do anything for him".
The sound of rain is a little louder.
In the world inside the building, outside of the dungeon, there is no big difference between Yin and Qing and the world outside the building. The past few days have entered the season of alternating winter and spring, with drizzle and heavy rain taking turns, and it has been cloudy for several consecutive days.
Yan Mingguang sat in front of the coffee table, glanced at the time, and calculated how long it would take for Yan Wei to recover.
There were several knocks at the open door.
"Zhou Tian is dead."
This? It was the first sentence that Yu Feizhou said when he walked in.
He was wearing a pure white short-sleeved top and black slacks that strictly prohibited Zhou Zheng. He was as simple and clean as an ordinary college student in the world outside the building. The trousers on his lower body wrapped around his ankles, and were slightly wet, with different shades of raindrops hitting his head.
Yu Feizhou was holding a black umbrella that was still dripping water. There are all the items in the world in the building, and the pattern of the umbrella can be whatever you want, but he just took the black umbrella that the players don't want to see the most, and I don't know if it is to express condolences.
He put the umbrella drenched in water against the wall of the door, and then he closed the door and walked in.
Yan Mingguang nodded slightly, and said, "Yan Wei will be sorry."
Yu Feizhou sat opposite Yan Mingguang in front of the coffee table, and this kind of cold and hard attitude towards Yan Mingguang was commonplace. He smiled quite gently, the smile was very friendly and polite, but with a little helpless regret.
Such a smile is very appropriate even at a funeral, let alone in such a situation.
He said: "A lot of things happened a few days ago, when we were still in the dungeon. There was no conflict, we just died in the dungeon. I inquired, and that dungeon had something to do with feelings, a lot of illusory Things, Zhou Tian was with us at the beginning to avenge her dead lover, this kind of copy... "
It's no surprise that it folds in.
Unlike the other players in the building world who die every moment? What a difference.
Yan Mingguang sat upright, his hands kept moving. On the coffee table? there are exquisite pure white tea sets, and the slightly golden and slightly shiny tea soup is swaying with hot air. But after a while, Yan Mingguang handed over a cup and put it in front of Yu Feizhou.
He had a glass in front of him, but he didn't move.
Yu Feizhou really likes these things. He likes to drink tea and play chess, like this kind of quiet and ordinary things, but he didn't expect that Yan Mingguang usually looks like he doesn't care about anything, but he actually knows these details clearly.
— No wonder people like Yan Wei can be tempted.
He said, "Thank you."
Yan Mingguang said, "Have you finished watching?"
"Well, I've read all the messages you sent me, and I know what's going on with Yan Wei." Before Yu Feizhou came, he carefully read the messages sent by Yan Mingguang, and there is no more? Ask, "Lin I knew about love and Lin Zhen before I knew Lin Zhen."
Yan Mingguang had expected it a long time ago, and there was no change in his expression or movements.
"Or shouldn't I say this?" Yu Feizhou shook his head. "I first met Lin Qing. After I joined Xuanniao as a seed player, I was selected by Lin Qing—because of my ability. My Skills are equivalent to transferring wounds. To a certain extent, it is a bit like Lin Qing can use Lin Zhen to replace wounds. So Lin Qing asked me if I could partner with Lin Zhen, and Xuanniao can give me all the resources to grow? , all I have to do is to ensure that Lin Zhen will not have an accident."
In this way, there is a one-way chain between the three.
"In fact, Lin Zhen has always? felt? Sometimes when he is in a bad mood, or when he is drunk, he likes to pick on me and say that he doesn't remember his elder brother at all. But he and Lin Qing...in fact, neither? No. Very concerned."
Because Yan Wei used the moon wheel to divide the emotions that originally belonged to one person, and left the calmness to Lin Qing, and the impatience and indifference to Lin Zhen. As a result, the two of them didn't care about this big event. . In Lin Qing's eyes, Lin Zhen is just a soul that she doesn't want. Living is a person, and dying is just a life. In Lin Zhen's eyes, he only likes the excitement and challenges of life and death, and he doesn't care if he lives or dies
This has also led to the fact that now, everyone knows that, but these two people are the ones who don't care the most.
Yu Feizhou sighed: "But it's really amazing. It doesn't matter to Lin Zhen until now, he really doesn't care, but if I think about it, I'm the one who was split and discarded. "A little sad. Is the pure division really so powerful? Lin Zhen has never been unhappy."
Yan Mingguang was speechless.
"I didn't think too much about it. I just took care of Lin Zhen like a younger brother. He is actually very naive."
Yan Mingguang suddenly remembered the copy of the dead school building. Lin Zhen was held hostage, and Yu Feizhou exchanged Lin Zhen's injuries without hesitation.
He said, "Yeah."
"So next, you are going to take Lin Zhen together? Dungeon, go to the top?"
Yan Mingguang said, "There's more? You."
"Me? I really don't need it. If you bring one more person, there will be more dangers. Before advancing to the dungeon, Zhou Tian and Gao Ming couldn't keep up, you? No, you didn't? Did you bring them?"
"It's not the same," Yan Mingguang said calmly, "He won't have too much compassion for others, but if he can, he will be willing to extend his hand. Zhou Tian and Gao Ming are so different, you and Lin Zhen can keep up."
Yu Feizhou was no longer polite: "Then please. Do you need me and Lin Zhen to do something?"
"Need not."
Yu Feizhou took a sip of tea, his face was gentle and patient.
He thought about what he and Lin Zhen could help, and was about to make a proposal, but Yan Mingguang said, "How much? Give him a little confidence."
Yu Feizhou was taken aback: "... Yan Wei?"
"He wants to end this? Everything — we? Need to firm him up a little bit."
In the following time, Yan Wei kept cutting off contact.
On Xuanniao's side, many people came to inquire about Yan Wei's situation, but they only regarded Yan Wei as a new seed player trained by Xuanniao, and did not think about the relationship between Yan Wei and "v". Yan Wei was also very crazy when he went upstairs, along the way, there are not many players who have met? High-level players—those with the ability to climb to the top have all died at the top.
No one knows the real situation of Yan Wei, and Lin Qing has always been regarded as a "v" and is still missing. Xuan Niao continues to keep a low profile before, and even Yue Mang's repeated provocations are unreasonable.
Everything? Running as usual.
Yan Mingguang brought Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou into the dungeon non-stop.
Even if the copy suppresses the data of high-level players, Yan Mingguang has been formatted, and the number of layers written on the information is not high. There is such a loophole, he was quite comfortable in the dungeon, and as Lou and Yan Wei guessed, for the dungeon of the three of them, the difficulty is very relaxed, even if they have been Hurry up and go up the stairs, and at most you will get hurt a little bit.
It really went smoothly all the way down.
When Yan Wei opened the communication panel on the information panel, more than half a year had passed.
He stretched, opened the door and walked out, and saw Yan Mingguang standing by the window smoking a cigarette.
Standing in front of the door, Yan Wei smiled and said, "This time? The eighty-ninth floor is about to open, right? We can just go in."
"Lin Qing wants to be together."
"I guessed it," Yan Wei shrugged, "It's just us? Three, Lin Zhen and Yu Feizhou can't go. The copy I'm in is no longer safe."
Yan Mingguang pinched off the cigarette, wondering if he didn't want Yan Wei to smell any smoke, this man stood by the window blowing the wind for a long time before he walked over. He handed an invitation letter and a pen to Yan Wei, and said, "Lin Qing prepared it for you."
Eighty-nine-floor invitation letter.
Yan Wei raised his eyelids and signed his name on the invitation letter without hesitation.
When signing, he glanced at a bloody pattern on the upper right corner of the pure black invitation.
It was a bloody carriage.