"Dewey! What are you doing?!" Qin Guan's voice came from outside the opaque door of the office, full of anger, but trying to keep his voice down.
"Qin Guan, don't get excited, those monsters are being attracted by the sound." Dewey's voice was still heartless, "Bai Hua is right, with one less competitor, our chances of surviving will be greater."
"Dewey, you will suffer retribution!" Murong's voice came from gnashing her teeth.
"This is something that is beneficial to everyone, and I think everyone should not be too targeted at Bai Hua." Dewey obviously stood on Bai Hua's side, "Bai Hua's resurrection is a confirmed thing, so he is the only one here who can bring us back to life." The one who took it out."
"You bastard! Hand over the remote control!"
"Crack!"
"Oops, sorry, I accidentally stepped on it."
…
The voice outside the office was oppressive and noisy, but it couldn't affect Su Qingxing's mood in the office at all.
In other words, at this moment, nothing can affect Su Qingxing.
The wind in the office was still blowing everything wildly, the shutters were flapping, and it was unknown whether the people outside the door heard it.
"I don't remember how many times I was killed." Su Qingxing put Sisi on Murong's desk almost unconsciously, maybe he was confiding to Sisi, maybe he was talking to himself, "Being stabbed in the heart , got their necks cut, pushed off the roof, thrown into a group of ghosts... Humans always think of various ways to survive."
"I have been working as a guide. If I have seen thousands of dead souls, only a few dozen were brought back to the ghost town." Su Qingxing couldn't hear the movement around him, "But there are hundreds of people who were sent to hell." .”
"My mother said that as long as I don't harbor evil thoughts, I won't get hurt. My father said that the only way to not get hurt is to become stronger, because all life is born to fear the strong."
"Maybe Zhu Sha is right, I should take a good rest." After Su Qingxing said this, he sat down against the wall and closed his eyes to rest.
"Wow!" Under Sisi's gaze, the strong wind in the office did not stop, but Su Qingxing, who had just closed his eyes, opened them again.
Those were a pair of... eyes with the purest blue pupils, no pupils visible.
There is no gentleness, no forbearance.
Nothing could be seen in those eyes.
The short black hair turned into a silver color dragging the ground at some point, when that "Su Qingxing" stood up, he tied it in a knot and hung behind him.
"Su Qingxing" looked towards the door of the office, and slowly stretched out his hand...
The wind in the office seemed to be getting stronger and stronger.
"What's wrong?" At this moment, a taller figure appeared beside Su Qingxing, grabbing his arm instantly.
At that moment, the wind in the office disappeared.
All the papers and furniture fell to the ground, and the office was eerily quiet...
The figure in black uniform was standing beside Su Qingxing, clutching his arm tightly without letting go.
Silver hair, gray scarf, looks that Zhu Sha constantly praised... Just like when he and Su Qingxing met in the ghost town inspection.
The one who appeared next to Su Qingxing was undoubtedly the God of Death, but it was definitely not the "model" constructed by Zhu Sha, but the one who came here quietly for Su Qingxing... His Highness the God of Death in the underworld.
At the same time, the little Xuelang who was originally placed on the desk by Su Qingxing disappeared, as if it had never existed.
Su Qingxing would definitely try every means to avoid the God of Death on weekdays, but at this moment Su Qingxing seemed a little weird... He just stood facing the door, and didn't even turn his head to look at the God of Death.
But at the same time, Su Qingxing heard the question asked by the god of death, and then replied in a cold voice that had never been seen before: "Fix the job in front of you, and then go back to rest."
The god of death seemed to have thought of something, and his face looked a little nervous. Such an expression rarely appeared on the face of this tycoon from the underworld, but when facing Su Qingxing, these routines seemed to become meaningless.
"How long have you been working?" The god of death did not dare to let go of Su Qingxing's arm at will, for fear that in just a split second, the power Su Qingxing erupted would be enough to wipe out all the four people outside the door and wipe them out!
"I don't remember." The "Su Qingxing" in front of Death God had no emotion on his face, no emotion in his eyes, and he couldn't even feel any emotion in his words, but he unexpectedly answered all questions.
"Maybe ten days, maybe twenty days, maybe thirty days... The guide doesn't need to sleep, so he can work all the time." Su Qingxing's consciousness has already fallen asleep due to exhaustion, leaving only his subconscious mind and instinct to act.
"You, you need to rest." Death God could feel that Su Qingxing's strength was getting stronger, so he had to use the same strength to suppress him.
"So the work must be completed as soon as possible." What Su Qingxing said was like a program that had been set at the beginning, "Destroying all work goals is the fastest way to complete the work."
"You don't know what you're doing." The god of death still didn't let go of his hand, his handsome face rarely frowned slightly, "If you wake up, you will regret it."
"It has been abandoned." Su Qingxing's voice was neither sad nor happy, "It doesn't matter."
"Actually, it's hard every time, isn't it?" Death pulled Su Qingxing into his arms, "but only when he lost consciousness due to exhaustion, did he speak his mind."
The reason why Su Qingxing became like this is very simple, because of long-term dedicated work and forgetting to rest, resulting in extreme fatigue and exhaustion.
But even so, Su Qingxing doesn't seem to have forgotten about work.
"It's not uncomfortable." Even in the arms of the god of death, Su Qingxing's expression remained unchanged, his empty eyes stared straight at the god of death in front of him, as if looking at a complete stranger, "The job of the guide It’s just to be an insignificant bystander, and only when you are killed and abandoned every time will you feel that the eighteen floors of hell are not cruel enough for some dead souls.”
"You are still the same as hundreds of years ago. You don't care about anything, but you hide things in your heart." The god of death grabbed Su Qingxing's arm with one hand, and directly encircled it with the other hand. It's time to say it."
"My work hasn't been finished yet." Su Qingxing's face was still unmoved.
"Yes, this movie isn't over yet." The Grim Reaper stopped talking and took Su Qingxing away from the room, leaving only an empty office.
And in another corner of this trial world, in the theater that Su Qingxing and the others are very familiar with, the figures of Death and Su Qingxing slowly appeared.
The god of death just held Su Qingxing's hand, sat down in the middle of the movie hall, and looked at the curtain that was gradually lighting up in front of him like a couple who came to the movie theater.
On the contrary, Su Qingxing, who was confused, seemed to be very obedient, without any struggle or opposition. But if it wasn't for the god of death suppressing Su Qingxing's power at this moment, no one knows what the world would be like.
On the curtain of the movie theater, pictures that were not there before gradually appeared.
There were bloodstains everywhere in the originally large office, some monsters that looked like humans were gnawing each other's bodies, and the cries of hunger lingered in the movie hall.
The screen gradually shifted, and Murong's office appeared in the screen. Murong, Qin Guan, Bai Hua and De Wei were still standing at the door of the office, falling into silence.
"The door can't be opened anymore?" Dewey, who had just stepped on the remote control, lowered his voice, and said to Murong and the others with a smile, "You can use an ax to smash all the glass, but if that's the case, those monsters should hear the sound. Shall we rush over?"
Murong and Qin Guan tried to have a conversation with Su Qingxing, but the shutters were tightly closed, and the door of the office was dark, so they had no idea what happened in the office.
"He will rush in." Sitting in the movie hall, the god of death pointed at Qin Guan in the picture, "He took you all the way out of the movie hall, and this time he will not leave you behind."
"No." Su Qingxing stared straight at the curtain, "In that case, they will die."
The monsters that feed on themselves are attracted by the sound, and there is only one way to rush into the office, and that is to smash the glass wall.
"Make a bet. If I win, just... remember my name." Death looked sideways at Su Qingxing, his black eyes full of seriousness.
Su Qingxing didn't answer.
"I forgot, when you wake up, you won't remember these things." Death looked down at their holding hands, "Am I the only one who can remember all this forever? My dear, the fiancée."
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The Grim Reaper looked back at the movie screen in front of him.
"Let's go." In the picture, Bai Hua seems to be in a good mood, "Compared with us, Su Qingxing who stays here may be safer."
But in the next second, Qin Guan raised the ax in his hand high and waved it towards the glass wall without hesitation.
At this moment, the god of death sitting next to Su Qingxing moved his fingers slightly.
"Crack." The originally locked office door suddenly opened.
Realizing this, Murong immediately pulled Qin Guan back, almost causing the unknown detective to stagger to the ground, but because of this, he didn't disturb the man-eating monsters hovering nearby.
Su Qingxing had already been taken away by the god of death, so Murong's office was naturally empty.
Su Qingxing seemed to have evaporated from this world.
When Murong and Qin Guan came out of the office, they directly beat up De Wei with hatred. But even though Dewey's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there were still marks of several high-heeled shoes on his arms, Qin Guan and Murong didn't directly throw him into the group of monsters in the end.
"We are not you, not as shameless as you!" Qin Guan wished he could directly strike De Wei with the axe, "How did Su Qingxing offend you!"
The image on the screen began to transfer to Bai Hua's body. The young man who had drawn Dewey over showed a smile on his face, and said to Qin Guan and the others nonchalantly, "Isn't it great now? Su Qingxing is out without any pain."
What the young man didn't know was that in a movie theater, Su Qingxing and Death God watched their every move as if they were watching a movie.
"I won, even though they knew they were going to face monsters, they still rushed in." Death said softly while looking at the curtain, "My name is Shen Si. One day, I will tell you this name myself again."
Su Qingxing still didn't respond. Although his eyes were looking at the curtain in front of him, his eyes were empty and out of focus, obviously he hadn't recovered his consciousness yet.
In the picture, Murong and Qin Guan are in a group, and Dewey and Bai Hua are in a group. There is obviously a gap between the two groups, and it can even be said that they hate each other.
It was under such a complicated atmosphere that a group of people walked carefully through the large office to the entrance.
Before that, there seemed to be a wall blocking the entrance, making it impossible for anyone to leave the company.
But now, what appeared at the entrance was not a wall, but a familiar red corridor.
A group of people looked at the corridor familiarly, but this time there was a boy with closed eyes who was hanging on Qin Guan's shoulder...
After walking for an unknown amount of time, another door appeared at the end of the corridor. Qin Guan opened the door first, and what appeared in front of them was a small classroom.
More than a dozen students are sitting in the classroom, practicing drawing on the drawing board set up in front of them.
"This is my art classroom!" Dewey shouted immediately.
"The work is not finished yet." Looking at the magnified face of Dewey in the screen, Su Qingxing got up from the seat in the theater.
But because of being held by the god of death... Shensi, Su Qingxing, who was still in a daze, leaned forward and fell directly into Shensi's arms!
The long hair that was randomly tied into a knot was scattered between the overlapping legs of the two people, and they looked at each other.
Su Qingxing has no consciousness, but his meditation consciousness is very clear.
Hugging the boy who fell into his arms, he almost held his breath in meditation.