Ren Jianmo watched Ji Thrush finished eating the chocolate, and seeing that there were only four hours left until dawn, he suggested that they stop blowing the cold wind on the bell tower and go back to sleep.
But Ji Xiaoniao didn't know what was wrong with him, on the contrary, he became hypocritical at this moment, he was reluctant to go downstairs.
Ren Jianmo didn't rush him, but only asked, "Why?"
"For, why..."
Ji Thrush himself couldn't explain clearly, so he was speechless for a while.
In his heart, he urged himself to think of an excuse quickly, his eyeballs rolled around, and his forehead was in a cold sweat.
Captain Bird usually thinks he is quite clever, especially with a big heart. Even in the final of the World Championships, when the Jedi was behind by a big score and counterattacked, he could not blush or breathe, and his mentality was so good that the whole team No one is dissatisfied.
But for some reason, when facing Ren Jianmo, he was always very easy to make a fool of himself, and even got too nervous and leaked electricity, how embarrassing it is!
While Ji Thrush disliked himself in his heart, he cast his gaze out of the round window of the bell tower and blurted out:
"The moonlight is so beautiful tonight!"
Ren Jianmo: "..."
"No no no!"
Ji Thrush suddenly realized that he had said the wrong thing, he just wanted to swallow his tongue, and even the explanation became incoherent:
"No, no, I didn't say I like you! Ah! No, no, it's not that I don't like you!"
He anxiously scratched his wool roll:
"The point is, what I'm trying to say isn't that the moon is bright, I-I mean..."
While Ji Xiaoniao was in a panic, she saw a few sporadic lights in the distance, and was blessed to the heart:
"I, I mean, it's too dark in here, so I want to see the lights!"
He pointed to the distance and said pitifully:
"Look, you can see the light from the bell tower too..."
Ren Jianmo's pupils flickered:
"So you're afraid of the dark?"
Where did Ji Thrush get that dark, narrow, and scary nerve, but now it seems that there is no other way but to follow the words of Ren Dameiren and accept the blame of "fear of the dark".
So he could only nod his head, "Yes, a little bit."
"Oh."
Sure enough, Ren Jianmo didn't mention going back to sleep.
The two stood side by side in front of the hanging window, silently watching the dim lights in the night.
Ji Thrush glanced aside quietly.
His movements were very concealed, he didn't dare to raise his face too much, and looked blatantly, so in his field of vision, he could only see Ren Jianmo's straight shoulders wrapped in a white tunic, and the smooth and smooth movement from his chin to his neck. Beautiful lines.
He was half a head shorter than Ren Jianmo, and when he stood shoulder to shoulder, he could almost rest on the other's shoulder just by tilting his head.
Ji Thrush couldn't help imagining that he was leaning on Ren Damei's shoulder, acting like a bird leaning on a human being, and then he was shocked by the picture in his mind, and quickly raised his chest and stood taller than a military training At that time, the military posture was even straighter.
At this time, a hand quietly reached out and touched his shoulder.
Ji thrush raised his head reflexively and looked at Ren Jianmo.
I saw Ren Damei turned on the flashlight at some point, and put it on the tip of her chin, creating a classic horror movie lighting effect.
"Well… !"
Ji Thrush was so frightened that he almost screamed.
But just before the sound came out, he came back rationally and covered his mouth tightly with his hands, in case the screams were too loud and alarmed the monsters who didn't know where they were hiding.
"You, what are you doing!?"
Ji Thrush pressed his chest, and was so angry at Ren Jianmo's prank, "What if I scream out of fright!"
"Will not."
Ren Jianmo turned off the flashlight, and smiled viciously at the victim who had just been frightened by him:
"If you really want to yell, I'll cover your mouth before you do."
Ji Thrush: "..."
— Fuck!
He thought, why does this sound so strange!
Covering your mouth with your hands at every turn, it's almost like flirting, it's not what straight men do!
Seeing Ji Thrush's doggy eyes wide open, with a shocked and aggrieved expression on his face, Ren Jianmo rolled his eyes happily, "Didn't you just say that you are afraid of the dark?"
He pointed to the flashlight in his hand, "Look, isn't there a light here?"
Ji Thrush: "..."
— Fuck! It really makes sense, how can I refute it!
At this time, Ren Jianmo threw another heavy hammer, "Besides, my face should be pretty, right? Then what are you afraid of?"
Ji Thrush: "!!"
His face flushed red.
Originally, he always thought that Ren Jianmo should be a taciturn, high-cold male god, and this guy was indeed like this when he was in front of other people.
But now Ren Jianmo is teasing him brightly, the previous indifference has completely faded away when he was alone, that attitude can be called familiar and intimate...
-Ok.
Season thrush can only comfort himself.
So, he and Ren Dameier can already be regarded as...a very good...friend, right
"Actually, I think..."
Ji Thrush turned his head away, and turned his gaze back to the emptiness of the night sky, "These 'worlds' we are experiencing are not so-called games, or virtual spaces like that."
He touched the hard stone of the bell tower with his palm, "Because they are real, too real."
Ren Jianmo: "..."
He didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Ji Thrush.
Ji Xiaoniao was a little embarrassed. It was too difficult for a sports student to explain these advanced physics conjectures: "I have heard the theory of plane space before... Now that I think about it, will we be the real ones?" 'Outsiders' were arranged to come to different planes by 'Peach Blossom Spring'..."
"Oh?"
Ren Jianmo followed his words and asked, "What are you here for?"
Ji Thrush shook his head, "I don't know."
He thought hard, "Test? Trial? I can't tell."
Ji Xiaoniao said, looking back at Ren Jianmo's pupils with different colors on the left and right, "What do you think?"
Ren Jianmo raised the corners of his lips, showing a self-deprecating and sneering expression, "I don't know either."
His fingers also stroked the rough stone wall of the clock tower twice, "However, I agree with your idea, these are not illusory data, but real 'worlds' that exist one by one."
Ren Jianmo didn't say anything about some conjectures.
In fact, he doesn't think anyone can fabricate such realistic worlds one after another through any virtual carrier.
However, "Peach Blossom Spring" never expresses the nature of the "world" to these contestants, but only encourages them to treat themselves as actors and treat each "world" as a false space that can be manipulated at will.
All of this is for the purpose of eliminating their compassion and empathy faster and more completely, turning them into victims who simply serve the "Peach Blossom Spring" and struggle to survive.
The two spent a full half an hour on the bell tower before finally deciding to go back to the cellar to sleep.
Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo walked down the winding stairs, one after the other.
The corridors were cramped and narrow, and there was a stench of dust and mold mixed with an old building.
Originally, Ji Thrush was walking ahead with a flashlight, but when he was about to reach the exit, he was grabbed by someone behind him.
Ji Xiaoniao turned around suspiciously.
"Hush."
Ren Jianmo stretched out his index finger, put it against his lips, and made a gesture of "Shut up", and at the same time leaned into Ji Thrush's ear, and said two words in a breathy voice: "There is someone."
Ji Thrush trembled all over, his hair stood on end, and the little bit of drowsiness that had been brewed with great difficulty disappeared with the cold sweat seeping from his pores.
Under Ren Jianmo's instructions, he turned off the flashlight.
Then they held hands, helped and led each other, walked the last step in the dark, and leaned against the door panel behind the cabinet without a sound.
Sure enough, Ji Thrush heard the voice of someone conversing with their throats pressed.
The corner where the door to the clock tower is located is where the survivors of the town used to stockpile their supplies and address their physical needs, running diagonally from the area where they slept.
Therefore, it is not difficult for Ji Thrush to guess that this should be someone who stays up late at night and specially chooses a corner away from the crowd to whisper something.
He listened for a while, and quickly recognized the identities of the two people outside the door.
Because their voices are so unique.
Although both of them lowered the volume very low, one of them had a hoarse and old voice, which sounded like an old pastor's voice.
And the other one is a young female voice—out of the fifteen people in the cellar, apart from Rose, who is also a participant, Anne is the only woman left. It might be another one.
The two seemed to be arguing about something.
At the beginning, Ji Thrush could only distinguish a few words with guesswork, but it was difficult to string them into coherent sentences.
Later, the argument between the pastor and Annie escalated into a quarrel, and the voice became a little louder uncontrollably, and Ji Xiaoniao finally got a rough idea.
"No, you can't just look out for yourself!"
The old pastor said to Anne:
"I don't care when I'm old, but there are other people here! You can't..."
"Haha, don't make yourself so noble!"
Annie countered:
"To put it bluntly, you are just terribly afraid of death!"
Her tone was sharp:
"Otherwise, why don't you take 'that' out?"
"Annie!"
The pastor interrupted her eagerly: "We have already agreed, and we will never mention 'that' again!"
He paused, his voice a little embarrassed:
"Besides, only... also, it's not enough!"
A few words in the middle of the old pastor's words were too vague, even though Ji Thrush put his ears to the door panel and squeezed his baby's face out of shape, he still couldn't hear clearly.
"Ah!"
Hearing the old man's answer, Annie sneered, "If that's the case, then leave me alone!"
She speaks faster:
"Besides, I will look for the Moon God Stone! As long as I find it, I will definitely come back to pick you up, okay?"
"No... why are you so stubborn!"
He was obviously stung by Annie, his voice trembling with anger,
"Besides, that bastard Su Lin is simply..."
"Shut up!"
Anne never gave the old vicar a chance to finish his speech.
Although she still remembered to control the volume, Ji Thrush could hear the anger mixed with the young woman's words through a door panel.
He didn't know who "Sulin" was—anyway, neither the survivors in the cellar nor the participants in the show had anyone with that name.
In the corner of the cellar just across the door, the old pastor didn't know whether he was intimidated by Anne's tone, or if the other party made some kind of threat with his actions, so he shut his mouth resentfully.
He changed his attitude, and persuaded Annie a few words in a gentle tone. He didn't know whether Annie was listening or not, so he just perfunctory a few words in an impatient tone, and didn't bother to talk anymore.
After the two stopped arguing, their speaking voices also became quieter. Ji Thrush could only hear the old man muttering for a while. Annie occasionally replied to him with a few short syllables, but what he said specifically, he would I can't hear you clearly.
After about five minutes, the two seemed to have nothing to say, and there was a slight but rhythmic sound of heels hitting the stone slab outside the door—the old pastor and Anne left.
Ji Thrush and Ren Jianmo huddled together in the dark corridor, and waited for a while until there was no sound outside, then carefully opened the door and slipped out in the dark.
Ji Xiaoniao's eyesight has been strengthened in the "Peach Blossom Spring", even in the cellar where he can barely see his fingers, he can vaguely distinguish the outline of objects with the only light source from a candlestick in the corner.
He took the initiative to hold Ren Jianmo's hand, led them around the debris piled up in the corner, and quietly returned to their original sleeping place without disturbing anyone.
"Do not worry."
Ren Jianmo whispered next to Ji Thrush's ear, "If you have anything to say, we'll talk about it tomorrow."
Then, he shook off the blanket and wrapped it around his body, and lay down still facing the wall.
Ji Thrush also fell asleep beside him, covered himself with a blanket, closed his eyes, and tried his best to force himself not to think about anything, and fell into a daze.
The author has something to say:
Let me tell you in advance, this is a story of growth.
Readers should also be able to see that the difficulty the protagonist is facing now is actually tampered with. Generally speaking, it is far beyond their current rookie level, so the protagonist will not block and kill God at the beginning, If the Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha, there will definitely be shortcomings and innocence of the newcomer, but he will definitely try his best within his ability to do so~