Cui Zuojing didn't look back, the person who came came at a steady pace, walked up to him, put his hands on the ground, and sat down with his legs crossed like he did.
Neither of them spoke for a while, Cui Zuojing took out a new can of beer from the box and threw it to Dong Zheng.
Dong Zheng took it, glanced at the three empty cans lying on the ground, opened the pull ring with one hand, and took a sip.
The taste of beer is not that good, it is ordinary, with the smell of fermented wheat, but for Dong Zheng, the last time he tasted alcohol was when he was still alive.
The lines on the moon are getting bigger and bigger, and it has reached the point where it is clearly visible, and it seems that it will crack with a crisp sound in the next second. Dong Zheng was silent for a while, then explained: "I just tried to disconnect from the prisoner control method mentioned on the forum."
Cui Zuojing said without any sincerity: "Congratulations, you have succeeded. I can no longer perceive the situation on your side. Even in the prisoner space, I can't pass the way I did when I was still in Hameln. Your eyes and ears read information from the outside world."
Dong Zheng nodded, put down the beer, and drew a slightly complicated pattern on the coat of arms on the back of his left hand with his right hand. The next moment, Cui Zuojing regained his perception of Dong Zheng.
To be honest, Cui Zuojing wasn't used to this feeling of being connected with each other, even though it had been with him for a few days.
Dong Zheng picked up the beer again: "I just gave it a try, nothing else."
Cui Zuojing stared at him for a few seconds, then turned his head to continue looking at the moon, and said indifferently, "Oh."
Cui Zuojing drank three cans of beer in one breath, his cheeks flushed, and his gestures were free and easy, but the depths of his slightly drunk eyes were still cold.
A boy of his age has an aesthetic feeling of vague gender. Dong Zheng can't help but think of the drop of water he saw falling from Cui Zuojing's eyelashes when he woke up in the corridor on the fifth floor of the hospital and turned into a glass of water.
"At that time, the situation was urgent, and many things were not clear in time. Should we discuss the matter that you ran around and made me mentally overwhelmed now?"
When the words came out of his mouth, Dong Zheng realized later that he seemed to be trying to hide it.
He didn't want to.
"God." Cui Zuojing took a deep breath helplessly, he thought it was revealed in the hospital.
"Okay, I apologize to you again. I have just become a prisoner, and I am still very unfamiliar with the use of power. Fighting can make me familiar with the current state as soon as possible, so I will confront the executioner, hoping to restore my strength. Accidentally playing too high. I promise, there will never be a next time."
Dong Zheng looked at Cui Zuojing's side face, and looked away at the moment when the teenager and him looked at each other, um, "My ability also has a lot of constraints on your strength."
"Yeah, so if you want me to return to my peak state, I still need you to become stronger quickly."
The two sat side by side, with a polite and safe distance in between, no one spoke, and drank silently.
Soon, Dong Zheng was attracted by the strange sight in the sky. He had never seen such a natural change in awe and fear.
The largest gap on the moon has now penetrated the entire moon surface, twisting and twisting, and it shattered silently under the gaze of Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing.
But Dong Zheng seemed to really hear the sound, as if the porcelain fell to the ground and shattered.
Pieces of tiny fragments fell from the half of the giant moon, and the rest seemed to be imprisoned by some kind of gravitational force, maintaining an elusive distance. Scarlet splashed, quickly occupying the dark blue night, as if... as if the moon really spilled a lot of blood as it shattered.
Dong Zheng couldn't suppress the horror in his heart, and he took a deep breath. The blood color has spread to the farthest point of sight, and everything is shrouded in the blood-colored night sky, only the broken full moon is still emitting a bright white light.
It was as if the end had come.
"Is this the night of blood?" he asked in a low voice.
"Yes." Cui Zuojing opened another bottle of beer, but didn't drink it. He simply held it in his hand to feel the heavy weight, and said softly, "The cleanup will begin soon."
Or rather, massacre.
The two sat for a while, Cui Zuojing turned to look at Dong Zheng and asked, "Do you seem to have something to say?"
Dong Zheng did not deny that this issue is very important at present, "You said that the pilgrimage journey is full of dangers, since the pilgrims need to go all the way to the queen, it is impossible to simply passively resist and escape in the box. Now whether it is me or Linhai, Without the help of you and Victor, the ability to save lives is too weak, is there a way to improve your strength as soon as possible?"
Cui Zuojing hit the nail on the head: "What did you see on the forum? Ability awakening?"
Dong Zheng snorted, "Are you so strong because of your ability to awaken?"
Cui Zuojing thought for a while: "Part of it, there is no need to hurry up the improvement of strength for the time being. Everyone in the novice area is about the same. Just wait until the next area, you and your brother can try to awaken, if there is any The ability that can be used, Victor and I will train you again, and the progress should be very fast.”
Dong Zheng: "You and Victor were pilgrims before, and your abilities won't disappear after you become prisoners. Can I ask about your abilities?"
There was nothing to hide. Cui Zuojing picked up the pull tab of the can on the ground, dug it on the ground at will, and directly pulled out a piece of cement. After a few seconds, the pull tab turned into powder in his hands.
"My ability is called [Slaughter]. In simple terms, it can turn all objects into the sharpest weapon, but if it acts on something with a very fragile texture, it will quickly destroy it, just like the one just now. Pull the ring."
Cui Zuojing clapped the fly ash on his hands and continued: "Victor's ability is called [Purification], as the name suggests, it can remove negative effects. It stands to reason that this removal can be targeted at any effect, but the degree is directly related to his own strength. hook up."
Dong Zheng reacted almost immediately, "So when Linhai said that Victor had eliminated all the undead ghosts in the illusion, you and Victor would have that reaction? I saw something related in the fantasy."
"Yes." Talking to someone who is too smart is one thing, but sometimes it also makes him feel uncomfortable, at least now Cui Zuojing feels that way.
Dong Zheng nodded and sighed sincerely: "The ability is very strong, warrior and medical, if you combine it, it will be easy to deal with anything."
"In fact, in the previous pilgrimage, there were a total of five people in our team. In order to facilitate your understanding, if you compare it to a game, they served as assassin, warrior, commander, mage, and dad. I am an assassin, and Victor is Daddy, there are other warriors." Cui Zuojing shrugged, "If you are lucky, you will meet other people in the team later."
"This world is more terrifying than you think. No matter how strong a person is, the effect they can play is extremely weak. A good team trumps everything. From now on, you can pay more attention to other people and form your own team as soon as possible. ."
Dong Zheng wanted to ask again, but the door to the rooftop behind him was pushed open again, and Lin Hai and Victor climbed up. When the teenager saw Dong Zheng and Cui Zuojing sitting side by side under the moon, he sighed, "It's actually here, and secretly drinking! Don't call me, it's too unethical."
Lin Hai sat down beside Dong Zheng and took a beer politely. He stared at the broken moon in the blood-colored sky, and didn't look away for a moment. The dark red light sprinkled on everyone's faces and Victor's pure white hair, giving everything an ominous meaning.
Dong Linhai sighed softly, "Is this the bloody night?"
The cheers of the people almost overturned the roof of the circus. The clown bowed and walked out with the scare box. He snapped his fingers in front of the lion amid the boiling applause, causing the giant beast to roar.
He opened the heavy curtain and got into the backstage.
The sound immediately weakened a lot, there was no one in the background, and on the top floor of the wine cabinet, the colored light spots in the glass bottles slowly swam.
But in the rainbow-like streamer, a touch of blue is missing.
With each step so heavy that the floor quivered, the clown put down the starter box, undid his comically fat costume, and changed into a black suit.
Qiu knotted muscles almost opened the buttons on the chest of the white shirt. He put on cufflinks in the shape of a hexagram, sat in front of the mirror, turned on the makeup remover, and removed the ridiculous face that grinned from the corner of his mouth to the bottom of his ears.
Bright red paint was once again attached to his horribly scarred face, the corners of his lips drooped heavily, black tears were drawn under his eyes, and deep purple, indigo stars and the moon appeared on the white face.
The Joker put down his pen, his lips clenched into a straight line, but the makeup on his face made him seem to be shedding tears of repentance.
He stood up and took off the double knives hanging on the wall. The seemingly gorgeous pattern on the silver knife surface was a deadly blood groove. The curvature of the blade was like two crescent moons, and was tightly held by the tear-patterned clown.
He put on his bow tie, walked out of the circus performance booth in an unnoticed corner, and walked towards the city under the bloody moonlight.
"Well, it's already started."
Cui Zuojing's voice gradually dissipated in the wind, and in the city under his feet, a bloody "cleaning" kicked off.
The head flew off in the light of the knife, and the body turned into a bright silver spot, quietly blending into the moonlight. The leather shoes smashed a drop of blood on the ground, imprinting the bright color into the soil, leaving a monotonous shoe print.
The clown carried the knife and walked through the deserted streets, looking for the next target.
The wind blew the corners of the clothes, and three people and one cat sat on the rooftop, listening to the short cries that erupted from the corners from time to time in the silent night.
Victor whispered: "Those who died in the bloody night cannot live in other forms like those who died in the box. For them, this is the end of life."
Cui Zuojing stood up and saw the flashing figure of the clown on the street corner, and the mottled bloodstains on the pair of crescent scimitars.
"Maybe it's different from what you think, people with insufficient points cannot be automatically cleared by the pure white world, they are all killed. In different areas, the executioners of the bloody night are also different, and the executions in this area are different. Man, an old friend of mine."
"But this clean-up mechanism also gives people with insufficient points the last hope. As long as they escape the executioner and survive this bloody night, even if they don't have enough points, they can continue to live until the next bloody night. "
——Volume 2: The Labyrinth of Time [End]——
Volume 3 Doll's House