Bai Liu could sit up the next day, and the doctors found it incredible.
But before they could delve into the reason for this incredible speed of recovery, Bai Liu was taken over by the domestic observation station.
Now Bai Liu was sitting quietly on the hospital bed in the observation station, looking sideways at the wind and snow roaring outside the window, and a dozing Du Sanxing was lying next to the bed.
The door was knocked slightly.
"Mr. Bai Liu, can we come in?"
Du Sanying abruptly woke up from his sleep, he wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth and looked at Bailiu on the hospital bed.
Bai Liu didn't look back, still looking out the window: "Please come in."
The door was pushed open, and the five escorts and the station master of the observation station came in. They stood respectfully at the end of Bai Liu's hospital bed, bowing their heads:
"Thank you for helping us solve the heresy escorted over this time."
Bai Liu gave a hum, and said lightly, "I didn't do anything."
"Mr. Bai, you did something very meaningful." The webmaster raised his head with joy.
"I heard that the Heresy Authority would transfer the original plants that caused the formation of dried-leaf roses to Antarctica for preservation. I still disagree, but because there is no way to destroy the original rose plants for the time being, I have to move to the sparsely populated side. ."
The station let out a long sigh of relief: "Fortunately, you found a way to destroy it in time, so as to avoid being confused by the rose by the scientific researchers at other observation stations and creating a desire to snatch it."
Bai Liu finally turned his head to look at these people. He suddenly chuckled and slowly repeated the station master's words: "Is the original rose plant that was transported to the South Pole?"
The webmaster was startled: "... Yes."
"That's it." Bai Liu whispered softly to himself, "Your memory has been corrected to rose plants..."
"... Only I remember that he died, only I remember that he lived."
Bai Liu turned his head again and nodded to indicate that he understood the situation and stopped talking.
What other people remember is that an insignificant fragrant rose has withered, and only he remembers that it is his god who is dead.
The five escorts looked at each other, and finally bowed down to thank Bai Liu, thanking Bai Liu for saving them who had almost crashed on the plane, and then said goodbye to Bai Liu and let him rest.
The captain walked at the end. When he was about to close the door, he turned his head and looked at the pale white willow on the hospital bed. He didn't know how to recall what the man on the plane said to him.
【You have someone you want to save, and I also have a monster I want to save. 】
At that time, Bai Liu's eyes were so sincere. The captain had been a member of the Heresy Bureau for so long. He had no idea how many high-risk heretics had been accepted. He had never seen such a moving eyes on a monster.
Although this living heresy showed such a look only to save a sinful and tempting rose, he couldn't help but be moved at that moment.
That rose may be equivalent to his friend, lover, and relatives in Bai Liu's place, and is equivalent to everything he wants to save even if he cut himself into four pieces on the plane.
But in the end he saved the person he wanted to save, but Bai Liu did not save the rose he wanted to save.
The captain felt a deep sense of guilt for some reason. He was silent for a moment, and then said:
"I have already reported to Captain Su what happened when you helped us. He said that he would apply to his superiors and consider the level of risk of downgrading you so that you have greater freedom of movement."
"The four locks on your body were taken out for you during the transfer to the domestic observation station. The third team will not make any surveillance actions against you until the new demotion is judged."
"Thank you for saving us, and the people here." The captain opened his mouth, "... I'm sorry about Rose."
Bai Liu didn't answer him anything. After he leaned slightly to say goodbye, he closed the door and left.
When they left, Bai Liu quickly tore off the infusion tube on the back of his hand and ordered in Du Sanying's panic: "Go and lock the door. Don't let any normal people come in. Clean up and prepare to enter the game."
Du Sanying tremblingly watched the blood dripping from the back of Bai Liu's hand, and couldn't help but whispered to dissuade him: "The doctor said that to prevent thrombosis, he used anticoagulant for you, so that you don't walk around, and the blood will not stop. …"
Bai Liu fluttered with a glance, Du San shrank his neck and obediently locked the door behind him.
"In the game, Liu Jiayi and the others should be waiting for me in the game." Bai Liu said to Du Sanying, "Liu Jiayi has medicines that are more suitable for me than anticoagulants."
Du Sanying asked stupidly: "What kind of medicine?"
Bai Liu: "The antidote."
In the game.
Outside the small guild building of the Wandering Circus, Liu Jiayi walked around anxiously, Mu Sicheng squatted at the door with his hands on his knees.
Mu Ke leaned against the door, holding his arms motionless, lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly.
Tang Erda was standing next to the trash can, dangling from the lit cigarette, playing with the gun in his hand dreamily, moving so fast that only the afterimages could be seen with the naked eye.
Unload, assemble, remove the bullet and reinstall it, the magazine and the barrel collide with each other.
… Since so many world lines, he never dreamed that Bai Liu would have an accident in order to save the heretics.
Heartbroken... Bleeding heavily, fell into the cold snow and was held by Du Sanying for half an hour before finding the rescuer. His clothes were soaked with blood...
Tang Erda has never seen such a... miserable Bai Liu.
He has always been omnipotent and omnipotent. He is the only believer selected by the evil god. The purpose of the world's existence is to indulge him in playing games.
But this time... the god who always prefers Bai Liu, seems to be punishing him severely because Bai Liu refuses to follow the designed trajectory this time.
When Tang Erda was in deep thought, Mu Sicheng's exclamation interrupted his thoughts: "Bai Liu!"
Everyone's gazes instantly "shoo" focused on the past.
Bai Liu was wearing a very large hospital gown, his hands were still bleeding, behind him was a sneaky person, his eyes were flat on them, and he walked straight towards the guild entrance.
Mu Ke put down his hands, Mu Sicheng jumped up, Liu Jiayi stopped walking around, and Tang Erda put away his gun.
Although it looks bad, after so long in fear, this guy finally appeared!
As soon as Bai Liu walked over, Mu Ke handed him a bandage and motioned for Bai Liu to wrap his arm.
Bai Liu nodded and took it, and started to order: "I still have injuries on my body. You have all learned about my situation from Du Sanying. These injuries are not difficult to deal with."
"Wait to find a game with a lower difficulty in the game pool. After entering, Liu Jiayi used his skills to heal me."
Liu Jiayi nodded: "Understood."
Bai Liu looked at Mu Ke beside him: "Is Wang Shun in the guild?"
Mu Ke nodded.
Bai Liu nodded and let out Du Sanying who had been hiding behind him: "Let Wang Shun teach Du Sanying about the basic knowledge of the game, count the number of his games for me, and let Wang Shun vacate one every week. Come to class Du Sanying during the time period, the same content—because Du Sanying will forget."
"By the way, remind Wang Shun not to have close contact when teaching Du Sanying, especially emotional." Bai Liu simply reminded, "Du Sanying's luck value will affect him."
"Muke, you and Du Sanying will explain the team and the league, and take him through one or two first-level games to get used to it."
"I see." Mu Ke led Du Sanying away, "Come with me."
Du Sanying glanced at Bai Liu hesitantly, and after receiving Bai Liu's first consent, he trot behind Mu Ke.
"Mu Sicheng." Bai Liu turned to look at him, "I have something for you."
Mu Sicheng asked sternly: "What's the matter?"
"Because... Some of the things that the killer sequence spades did, the weapons and props I used frequently were partly emptied by him, but the league needs these things, so I need a better substitute."
"—I personally think that this price should be borne by the killer sequence." Bai Liu raised his eyes, "They were the number one guild last year, and this year's inventory of items must be very good."
"Let Charles communicate first, if the other party is willing to sell, then buy, if not..."
Bai Liu shifted his eyes and glanced at Mu Sicheng's monkey paws: "Do you understand what I mean?"
Mu Sicheng barked his teeth and smiled. He rubbed his wrist: "Yes, it's just step on a little bit to contain the stockists in their guild, right?"
Bai Liu nodded.
Mu Sicheng left after giving an OK gesture.
Bai Liu looked at Tang Er to fight: "You and Jiayi will join me in the game. My current state is not suitable for Jiayi to enter the game alone. I will be besieged and need strong attack support."
Hearing this, Tang Er's tense nerves relaxed. He nodded: "Naturally, will you enter the game pool now?"
Bai Liu nodded.
Liu Jiayi also breathed a sigh of relief, she was still quite afraid that Bai Liu would do the trick and enter the game with her alone.
He looks too weak now.
But I have to say that even if Bai Liu held this haggard look, as soon as this guy appeared, he felt like a needle in the sea, and the entire guild became operational in an instant, and everyone's hearts were at ease.
Really a natural tactician, so strong in field control...
Liu Jiayi glanced at Bai Liu's heart.
-Bai Liu's current appearance of calmly deploying the league does not look like he has suffered a huge psychological trauma. It is even so strong that his confusion brings out the game...
Who is so capable that can hurt Bai Liu's heart
In the last round of the game, only one spade might hurt Bai Willow, but that guy’s natural degree of staying does not seem to have the ability to cause psychological damage to Bai Willow...
But Bai Liu looks like he will target the killer sequence and the spades as soon as he goes online, and he feels that he is indeed provoked by the spades...
So what exactly did the spades do to provoke Mao Bailiu, a 10,000-year-old calm interestist
Liu Jiayi touched her chin and fell into contemplation. She felt more curious than ever.
———
Killer sequence guild lounge.
Spades sat on one sofa with his head bowed, and the opposite sofa was sitting with his knees propped up, and was bitterly reprimanding his rebellious judge.
"Look at you. I am not forbidden if you want to play the game alone. If you want to win, it is normal to have conflicts with other players. Anyone who is not young or sensible, wants to compete for the first place in everything, I am Your tactician is not incomprehensible."
He waved his hand in rebellion, and his voice soared: "--but how can you squeeze other kids, no, other players' hearts?!"
"This is just a game pool, not a league at all! Is it necessary? Ah!"
The rebellious judge slapped his thigh painfully: "Spades, are you right to do this?!"
The spades held the whip in their arms and in his arms and leaned their heads on the sofa little by little, as if confessing their mistakes.
The rebellious judge was full of depression when he saw the rare confession of spades, and his anger had to evaporate more than half.
He sighed softly and persuaded: "Spades, it's still in the support season. If you bully the small guild so arrogantly, if it is said that it will affect the support rate of the guild, there are not many members of the killer sequence. The image is also very scary, and many ordinary players are unwilling to support us."
"Well, let's bring something to the door to apologize to others. Everyone shakes hands and assumes that nothing has happened. How about?"
The spades were still nodding, their heads almost down to their chests.
The antagonistic judge's face was surprised: "Spades, you agree! You can't go back!"
A player next to him felt that something was wrong, and cautiously squatted forward and took a look at the spades.
The player was silent for a while, then turned to look at the judge of the rebellious god: "Rebellious, the spades are asleep."
Rebellious: "..."
He rolled up his sleeves and snarled at the spades: "axksaj—spades—you askjhdc—sooner or later you will kneel in front of this person you bullied and beg him to forgive you! You idiot!"
The other team members hurriedly stepped forward to stop the erupting rebellious god:
"Quite your breath, calm your breath! We still have to keep him playing games!"
"It's not the first day that he slept during a meeting!"
"Yes, yes, he has to lose three games as usual! It's painful for spades to lose games! It's more painful than killing him!"
The half-sleeping Spades opened his eyes slightly, and heard the gods breathe deeply while ordering: "Okay, as usual, Spades sleeps in a daze at the meeting to be punished for the next three games and must be forced to lose. "
"In the next three games, the whole team will monitor the spades together. It is strictly forbidden for him to win any victory from us or the enemy. This is a punishment for him and a test and training for us. Have you heard it!"
The team is motivated: "I heard it!"
The spades who just woke up slowly: "?"
Why should he be punished again? Wasn't the penalty just finished