"What's in your heart? Is it fear, is it desire, is it a child, or is it a madman?"
When Li Gui, who had transformed into a child, stared at Su Zimo and asked questions, the sound of "The Dead Man's Music Score" in the music classroom became more chaotic than before. Hit Su Zimo's chest.
At this moment, Su Zimo's heart also emerged many, many things, and wanted to blurt out in an instant.
What he wants is very simple. Like other trainees, he wants to live. He not only wants the 362 days of his life, but also wants to live longer and more excitingly, so he must have more commodities. This kind of appeal is no different from other practitioners present, it just comes from human instinct, and I am afraid it will not help Su Zimo and Peng Peng's communication at this moment.
In addition, Su Zimo also wants to go back to the Su family, to see his grandfather, to see the Su family, and to find out the real reason why he suddenly turned into a fool after a car accident...
But the strange thing is that Su Zimo found that he seemed to be able to suppress this real desire to talk. Whenever he began to be in a trance because of the sound of the piano, the strange black umbrella that he held tightly in his right hand would come from An icy feeling made people wake up instantly as if they had eaten a piece of ice, and even woke up with a headache.
Su Zimo glanced at the silver-handled black umbrella that he had been holding in his hand, and held the sheet music that he had been holding in his left hand. The invitation says-
"Come with me?"
"Huh?" Peng Peng couldn't help widening his eyes at this moment, and the color of his pupils even faded at that moment.
The "children" may not have thought at all that someone can control the initiative in the sound of the piano, and even ask him questions, or invite...
"This sheet music is not dead." Su Zimo looked down at the sheet music in his arms, and then looked at Peng Peng again, "It contains too much content, so much that I can't take away other things. Just like that, just take it away, so I want to take its creator with me."
"Who are you? There is no one on this floor. Where did you come from?" The innocence and smile on Peng Peng's face faded little by little, and the color of his pupils became lighter and lighter, almost changing. became gray.
"Who are you? Is this really what you really look like?" Su Zimo didn't answer Peng Peng's words, but instead asked a question instead.
"… "
"The creator of this score yearns for true freedom, so his wish is definitely not to stay here." Su Zimo expected Peng Peng's non-response, so he smiled and invited again, "Follow me. Bar?"
Although the development of the matter was not what Su Zimo expected, the matter of "abduction" of goods was still within Su Zimo's ability. "The Music Score of the Dead" is still not available for sale, but the ability to attract guests has made Su Zimo feel a little itchy from the beginning.
After all, Su Zimo's purpose is not just to put the goods on the shelves, but also to sell the goods in the store quickly.
"There is no way to go." Peng Peng looked serious, "there is nothing to leave from here."
"I want to try it!" Su Zimo looked at Peng Peng seriously, without the slightest falsehood. In his opinion, Pumbaa and The Music Score of the Dead are inseparable. Since he can obtain the information belonging to the commodity from the score, it is possible for him to bring Pumbaa into the door.
This is another attempt at ability.
Looking at Su Zimo's expression, Peng Peng didn't even know how to answer for a while.
"boom!"
Before Peng Peng could respond to Su Zimo, he heard a loud bang, turned around and saw Cheng Jingmeng slammed into the invisible "air wall" and looked at him with blood.
"Use each other? Will I be used by you?" Gao Yang, who was standing behind Cheng Jingmeng, sneered, "There is something you may not know."
"This kind of team medal is not a one-time thing from the beginning." Gao Yang squatted down, and while breaking Cheng Jingmeng's head, he gently brushed Cheng Jingmeng's cheek with a knife, and said with a grin, "As long as the tie is tied. When a certain team member dies, you can bind the next one."
Cheng Jingmeng's body trembled instantly.
"What's even better..." Gao Yang smiled smugly, "After the team member dies, all the points, enhancements and even items she obtained in the nightmare world belong to the captain! Otherwise, how can I say that this thing is very, very... very precious?"
"...You vowed not to kill your teammates!" Cheng Jingmeng's voice was so anxious that it almost broke.
"Who said I killed someone?" Gao Yang sneered and waved the one-star Nightmare brand short knife in his hand, "I just sold her soul, it's a pity that it's not very valuable, it's nothing to exchange for one. Useless dagger."
"Ahhh!" Cheng Jingmeng had no choice but to squat there holding his head and screaming desperately.
"What? Can't stand it like this? Don't forget that you will be my teammate until you die. We will enter the same nightmare world together and share the nightmare points you get until you die in the nightmare world, or I Meet the weapons dealer in that nightmare world again." Gao Yang lifted Cheng Jingmeng's chin, "I'm curious if your soul will be more valuable."
Today was the first time Su Zimo heard about the "Team Medal". At first, he thought it was similar to the team function in those online games, but he witnessed the performance between Gao Yang and Cheng Jingmeng. After the real relationship, Su Zimo only felt chills.
"This is not looking for teammates, it's basically raising... animals." Su Zimo's good education made him replace a more elegant word when he said it.
"They are all the same." There was no emotion in Peng Peng's gray pupils, "I was so stupid, I would relax my guard when I saw a child, and when I heard the sound of the piano, I couldn't control it. Mouth, not only what to ask and what to answer, sometimes if you don't ask, you will be chattering non-stop, and it's hard not to know a lot of things."
Although Peng Peng didn't say it clearly, Su Zimo felt that Peng Peng seemed to have learned a lot from the practitioners... or intelligence.
It is also these information that made Peng Peng, who was mixed in the team of the trainees at the beginning, not aroused any suspicion, but was regarded as a part of the trainees by them.
"You kill me!"
The original music classroom was not only a mess, but everyone was crazy. Cheng Jingmeng, who was pushed to the ground again, stretched out her hand to Su Zimo and the others again, and shouted hysterically, "Kill me!"
Mingming was still begging Su Zimo to take other people's lives and let her go, but at this moment Cheng Jingmeng is begging Su Zimo to end her life, as if the people living behind her are more serious than the "ghosts" in front of her. Even scarier.
At this moment, her voice is still soft at first, and the rest is only the desire for liberation.
"You know it won't work." Su Zimo shook his head helplessly, sighed and said, "Even if the customs clearance fails this time, for you people, it should just be the loss of something unrelated to life."
Su Zimo's memory is not bad, so I remember the information that Cheng Jingmeng and the others talked to before, knowing that the Nightmare Points on them should be more abundant, enough to offset the death penalty for failing to clear the Nightmare World this time.
Even if he gets his wish here, the next time he enters the nightmare world, Cheng Jingmeng will still meet Gao Yang again because of the power of the team medal. At that time, Cheng Jingmeng may not even be able to find anyone who can ask for help.
Cheng Jingmeng also knew that Su Zimo was right, so after shaking her shoulders for a while, she gradually calmed down, and she didn't know if it really became calm, or if she had begun to give up slowly.
"Next time, don't trust any practitioners." Su Zimo actually felt a little strange, because Cheng Jingmeng had been in the nightmare world longer than him, but he didn't even understand the most basic truth.
It really is like a small animal that is well taken care of.
"Woo-" A low cry came faintly.
"Hahahahaha!" Contrary to Cheng Jingmeng, Gao Yang, who was standing at the back, laughed smugly, as if mocking Cheng Jingmeng's completely tied future road.
Although Su Zimo only wanted to take away the sheet music, when he heard Gao Yang's laughter, he couldn't help frowning, and there was a hint of dislike in his expression.
"You don't like him." Peng Peng blinked his light gray eyes and said with certainty.
Then, without waiting for Su Zimo to say anything, Peng Peng had already hooked his tender little fingers, and the next second Gao Yang disappeared from the music classroom!
Where has Gao Yang gone
Su Zimo followed Peng Peng's line of sight and looked back, and was surprised to find that... Gao Yang was bound to the back of the hospital bed by a bunch of syringes!
When Peng Peng reappeared as a child before, the "people" on the hospital bed behind him had disappeared. Seeing Gao Yang bound to the hospital bed now, Su Zimo suddenly had a strange feeling that Gao Yang's place was replaced by a ghost.
Gao Yang wanted to use his reinforced strength to struggle to open those fragile and slender syringes, but he couldn't break free. What's even more terrifying is that the seemingly ordinary breathing mask was firmly locked on Gao Yang's face, not only making his face crimson, but also no longer making any sound.
Finally fainted.
"If I can really leave one day, someone will have to stay here." Peng Peng said something to himself, so lightly that he didn't want Su Zimo to hear it.
"..." Looking at Gao Yang who was left on the hospital bed, Su Zimo did not stop him.
He just bent down and stretched out his hand to Peng Peng again, and said, "I want to try to get you out of here."
Looking at Su Zimo's slender and white left hand, Peng Peng hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his tender and tender hand and held Su Zimo's fingers. Peng Peng's eyes and expressions are still uncertain, as if he can't believe Su Zimo's words, and he can't believe that he can leave here.
"Big brother, it's really strange for you to suddenly appear here and suddenly say such an impossible thing... In fact, if you want something, you can say it directly, after all, I shouldn't be able to give anything you want. ." Peng Peng pouted, because Su Zimo was not affected by the sound of the piano, so he had nothing to do with him.
"Actually... I do have some things I want." Su Zimo, who was bent over, held Peng Peng's hand and stood up straight. The beautiful obsidian-like eyes behind the thin frame were slightly curved with a smile, and the eyelashes cast a fan. Shadow, it looks outrageous.