Being exposed in public is tantamount to public execution.
After Xiaojia Biyu screamed for a while, she slumped on the ground and began to cry, completely losing her usual dignified and self-restrained appearance.
Wen Lei looked at her, unconsciously showing pity in his eyes, but it was not out of pity, but because he really felt sorry for her. He was about to step forward to help her, thought for a while, gave up, turned his back and looked away.
This girl's personality is broken. Completely collapsed.
Who would have thought that a girl who was weak and quiet in front of her face would have such ruthlessness behind her back.
After groping for the rules, he remained calm, and in order to survive, he did not hesitate to kill other players.
If Enjin hadn't discovered it, perhaps everyone would have become her stepping stones.
Everyone knew in their hearts that the last survivor in this dungeon could leave through the wooden bridge—it seemed that this was exactly Xiaojiabiyu's current idea.
Mo Chunying sighed, lowered her head and stared at her toes.
Know people, know face, but not heart.
Tang Zhi walked back to the corridor, heading towards Xiaojia Biyu's direction, and when he passed by Bo Ye, his hand was held.
Tang Zhi paused and looked sideways.
Bo Ye held his hand, raised his eyes to look at him, and shook his head gently.
Tang Zhi withdrew his hand coldly, continued to move forward, and stopped one step away from Xiaojia Biyu who was sitting on the ground.
The wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground, and Gululu rolled to Xiaojiabiyu's feet, it was still stained with bright yellow dye.
Xiaojia Biyu glanced at her feet, wiped her red eyes from crying, looked up at the handsome boy in front of her, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you doing this to me?"
Tang Zhi had no expression on his face, lowered his eyes, and looked down at Xiaojia Biyu, but he didn't seem to take her seriously at all.
"Why are you doing this to Bo Ye?" He asked, but his voice was flat and more like an objective statement.
Everyone around looked away tacitly, no one stepped forward to help Xiaojia Biyu, and no one stepped forward to stop Tang Zhi.
Gu Meng leaned back on the pillar, mourned for Xiaojia Biyu for three seconds from the bottom of her heart, and sighed: "Remember, don't mess with Bo Ye if you mess with anyone."
Mo Chunying glanced at Bo Ye in puzzlement. The man's expression was indifferent at this time, and he couldn't see happiness or anger, but it was not difficult to detect through the usual relationship that Bo Ye had a very good personality. Excellent, not easily angered.
"Why?" Mo Chunying asked in a low voice, "Bo Ye doesn't look like someone who can't be offended."
"But his boyfriend is someone you can't afford to mess with." As she spoke, Gu Meng raised her chin to Tang Zhi's lean and straight figure in front of her, and said, "Candi is a little lunatic, but Bo Ye is the sky, paranoid to the point of morbidity, who would dare Take a bite of Bo Ye, and he can chew him to the bone."
"No wonder..." Mo Chunying thought of the scene she saw at the kitchen door last time, shuddered, and said, "What a dark boy, I can't afford to provoke him, I can't afford to provoke him..."
In front of the corridor, Xiaojiabiyu slapped the ground suddenly, angry and helpless, she couldn't help crying again: "What can I do? Who can I rely on besides myself? Knowing that the next one is myself, do I have to sit and wait for death?" ? Everyone has the right to survive, right? What else can I do except change the order? What else can I do! Tell me!"
The sound was like weeping, the originally gentle and pleasant voice became rough and harsh, and the hair was disheveled like a shrew.
Tang Zhi blinked indifferently, and continued to look at her as if it had nothing to do with him.
Wen Lei frowned, glanced at Xiao Jiabiyu who had no image at all, wanted to say something to refute, but knew clearly that now was not the time to interrupt.
He turned around, clenched his fists and thumped the wall in frustration, and muttered: "It's a pity that I still want to find a wife like this to take home...don't be choked and eaten without knowing it."
Xiaojia Biyu wiped her face indiscriminately, her eyes gradually became firm, she stared at Tang Zhi in front of her with a bit of viciousness, stood up tremblingly while leaning on the wall beside her, and said: "You don't have to do this, really Anyway, Bo Ye was originally the fourth target. If I die, it will be his turn next. Do you think we can escape with our current progress? Don't be naive, if I don't do anything, Bo Ye might live Until today, I just let him advance one day, besides, isn't everyone well now? What is there to complain about?"
"So, why do you treat me like this?" She twitched her lips, her eyes were red, "Your boyfriend's life is life, but mine is not life? Don't blame me, everyone can't help themselves... Tang Zhi ! Don't look at me like that!"
Terrified by Tang Zhi's alienated, terrifying eyes staring at a dead object, Xiao Jia Biyu suddenly went berserk, and raised her hand to slap the boy on the face.
Before he looked directly at Tang Zhi, someone grabbed his wrist in mid-air.
Tang Zhi firmly grasped her wrist, and pressed it down slowly but forcefully. When he spoke, his clear voice was as calm as spring water flowing over pebbles.
"You have the instinct to survive. In the game, you should be on your own. Survival is the ultimate goal of most people. Of course, it is understandable to do what is best for you and use any means." Tang Zhi said, "This It's a game in an abnormal world, and everyone is not qualified to use the moral standards of the normal world to forcibly kidnap others, so I don't blame you for this."
Xiaojia Biyu was stunned, she was unexpected that Tang Zhi would understand her and forgive her, she couldn't react for a long time: "You...you...why..."
Not only Xiaojiabiyu, but also everyone else in the corridor did not expect things to unfold like this.
Mo Chunying murmured: "Who said Candi is not easy to provoke?"
Enjin seemed to have captured some information, looked at Tang Zhi's back, and evoked a smile of unknown meaning.
Tang Zhi let go of Xiaojia Biyu's wrist, changed his voice, and said, "But moving Bo Ye's position is not allowed."
Xiaojia Biyu's face turned pale, and she had a premonition that things would not be so easy to turn over.
Tang Zhi said lightly: "So, you have the right to survive, and I have the right to revenge. If you feel that you have been targeted, don't blame me. We are all doing what we think is correct and must be done."
Speaking of this, Tang Zhi tilted his head, like a delicate and beautiful doll, with a terribly dull expression.
He said: "Since it is a game in an abnormal world, conventional moral standards do not apply. In a world without gods, human beings have no right to dictate to their peers. Therefore, killing each other here is okay. That's how I understand it."
Hearing Tang Zhi's remarks, Wen Lei was inexplicably nervous and sweated. He quietly wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and whispered, "Damn it, these three views... shattered me..."
Mo Chunying shook her head unconsciously, she was stunned: "This is really powerful... Cherish life, stay away from Candi."
Pan Peter's expression was indescribable, and he said, "I thought Enjin was scary enough, but I didn't expect Candi to be the ashes."
Xiaojia Biyu pursed her lips and remained silent, looking at the boy in front of her with mournful and frightened eyes.
Tang Zhi tilted his head, raised his hand lazily, and made a gesture like playing a game | gun-like, aiming at Xiaojia Biyu's eyebrows unsteadily, and said: "If the female ghost doesn't bother you tonight, I will come to you .”
The bullet is loaded and fired.
"Snapped."
Tang Zhi made a light and short breath, looking directly at Xiaojia Biyu with clear eyes, the most pure and innocent face, hiding the deepest malice, "おまえは, 死んでる."
(you are dead.)
On the way to the backyard, Bo Ye glanced at Tang Zhi who was walking beside him from time to time.
The profile of the boy's profile is exquisite and pleasing to the eye, and a blood-red tear mole under the corner of his left eye embellishes a sense of coldness, which makes people feel a touch of alienation.
"Hello."
Bo Ye coughed lightly in an attempt to attract the other party's attention. Seeing Tang Zhi's gaze, he said, "What you said just now was to scare the little girl, right?"
"Why do you think so?" Tang Zhi looked at him with puzzled expression in his eyes, "I didn't scare her, I was serious."
"..." This is what Bo Ye is most afraid of.
He had to be serious, and said bluntly: "Candi, thank you for everything you have done for me, but there is no need to do that."
"To what extent?" Tang Zhi asked.
"Didn't you realize it? Once you meet with me..." Bo Ye hesitated for a moment, licked his lower lip, although it was difficult, he still had to say, "You will become like a devil... There is really no need to do that..."
Tang Zhi lowered his head, pursed his lips lightly and stopped speaking.
The two walked a distance in silence, Tang Zhi suddenly said: "But Bo Ye, I am willing to be enchanted by you."
He continued to mutter: "I will definitely be enchanted by you..."
In an instant, Bo Ye's heart seemed to be hooked, something was about to overflow from his chest, but he couldn't find the exit in a rampage—
Maybe he is also a little sick, his love for Tang Zhi has reached the point where he wants to swallow him up.
Tang Zhi was still walking forward with his head down, but without warning, the back of his neck was pinched by a slender big hand, and in the next second, he was taken a few steps forward.
The man let go, and with a flick of his hand, Tang Zhi hit his back against the wall.
Tang Zhi looked up blankly, just in time for a tall black shadow to press down.
Bo Ye blocked Tang Zhi in the corner of the backyard wall, and propped his uninjured hand on the wall—Tang Zhi's face.
The two just looked at each other, only a few centimeters away from each other, close enough to feel the breath passing by each other.
After a while, I couldn't bear to be looked at by Bo Ye's dark and deep eyes.
Tang Zhi's eyes flickered, his clear eyes showed shyness and embarrassment, he faltered and asked, "Why...don't always look at me."
But Bo Ye didn't say anything, his eyes turned around Tang Zhi's pink face.
This boy, who is so indifferent and cruel to others, is always pure and warm when facing himself alone.
If they were not involved in this series of special game spaces, the two of them might get married and spend the rest of their lives together, knowing that they love each other, but they can't know exactly where the limit of love is.
However, after experiencing all this, Bo Ye felt that he understood his lover better than before, those aspects that he had never been aware of before, Tang Zhi's distinct hatred, pathological love|desire.
Thinking of this, Bo Ye's eyes became complicated, he stroked Tang Zhi's cheek with one hand, couldn't hold back, and lowered his head...
I don't know how long it took before the kiss ended.
Bo Ye's drooping eyelashes trembled slightly, feeling a little frustrated.
He was planning to teach him well, but he was easily captured by Tang Zhi's two words.
On the surface, it seemed that he was controlling Tang Zhi all along, but in fact that was not the case at all.
Bo Ye couldn't control Tang Zhi, instead he offered himself up.
"Take me to death." Bo Ye raised his eyes a little unhappily, looked at Tang Zhi, and said, "Are you happy? Huh?"
Tang Zhi held back his smile and shook his head obediently.
Bo Ye had no choice but to sigh, "I really don't know what to do with you."
Today's ancient town is cloudy and the autumn wind is cool. The two spent half a day leisurely in the corner of the backyard. Bo Ye and Tang Zhi hugged each other, their foreheads touching their foreheads, talking small things.
"What do you want to do when it's all over?"
"Everything?" Tang Zhi confirmed to him.
Bo Ye nodded.
"I want to go home." Tang Zhi said, "Then I will find a movie to watch with you."
Saying this, in the clean and bright living room, the soft pure white gauze curtains floating gently in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows emerged in front of my eyes.
Tang Zhi closed his eyes, held Bao Ye's shoulders tighter and tighter, and murmured: "Bo Ye, I want to go home..."
Bo Ye quickly diverted his attention, and said in a low voice, "Then what about after the movie?"
"After watching the movie..." Tang Zhi thought about it, and said, "Hold you to sleep on the sofa, and no one is allowed to disturb you."
Bo Ye asked: "Is that so?"
At close range, Tang Zhi raised his eyelids and glanced at him, obviously hinting: "Maybe we can do something else."
Bo Ye was taken aback for a moment, then smiled lightly, and said dotingly: "I'm getting skinny again..."
In Miss Ding's boudoir, Pan Peter crouched behind the paper window, and looked diagonally for a long time. Seeing Bo Ye and Tang Zhi hugging each other, he began to circle around slowly before squatting down slowly. Lower body, move a position and turn to the rear.
Bowing his head and thinking for a while, the young boy suddenly sighed and said, "When will it be my turn to experience this damn love breath?"
Mo Chunying squatted in front of the dresser and was fiddling with the keyhole on the drawer. Hearing this, she turned her head and looked Pan Peter up and down, and said, "Just wait, your Alpha will appear one day."
"???"
The young boy was still very innocent. He looked at Mo Chunying opposite him with ignorant round eyes, and asked, "Sister, what is Alpha? Can I eat it?"
Mo Chunying just pulled out a drawer, and due to too much force, she sat down on the ground.
"Alpha is a creature that is born with an Omega like you." She got up indifferently, patted the ashes on the back of her pants, and explained to Peter Pan roughly, "Don't eat it, don't eat it, it's not delicious."
Peter Pan was thirsty for knowledge, and continued to ask, "Sister, what is an Omega? How did I become an Omega again?"
"Stop acting, you're an Omega." Mo Chunying threw away the drawer, walked to the other side of the room, and said nonsense solemnly, "The sweet fragrance on your body has already betrayed you."
"???"
Peter Pan's eyes followed Mo Chunying's movements, and he was completely at a loss.
The little boy was grabbing his neckband to smell his own scent, when something like a small wooden stick hit the top of his head lightly and heavily.
"Ouch." Peter Pan shrank his head, squatted on the ground and raised his head.
I saw Enjin shaking a closed paper fan lightly in his hand, the fan bones were black, and the boss was looking at himself with a half-smile with his long and narrow eyes lowered.
Peter Pan stood up against the wall, and was overwhelmed: "Brother Jin..."
Enjin glanced at the backyard through the half-opened paper window, then turned her gaze back to Pan Peter, and said in a soft male voice: "Others don't work because they want to fall in love. You are a single dog, what right do you have to be here?" be lazy?"
Peter Pan rubbed his nose and said with a good attitude: "... yes, I don't deserve it. I'll go find the lock now."
Pan Peter ran away with oil on the soles of his feet.
Gu Meng's sleeves were rolled up to her elbows, one hand was on her hips, and the other was covering her forehead. She stood in the middle of the room and looked around, lest she missed something.
"Cabinets, boxes, drawers, jewelry boxes, all the keyholes don't match..." Numbling, he looked at Enjin, as if asking him, or talking to himself, confused, "Why?"
Enjin turned around and sat on the round stool by the table, lifted two teacups to the table, poured two cups of tea, pushed one of the cups to the opposite side, and said to Gu Meng: "Don't worry, sit down."
Gu Meng rummaged through the room a little bit, he had a hunch that he was only one step away from the final answer, but he still couldn't find a breakthrough point.
"The lock corresponding to the key..." He looked down at the teacup in his hand, and said thoughtfully, "Maybe it's not here, it's not that simple..."
"Is it really in Tuji Buzhuang?" At this moment, even Enjin had to doubt his own judgment.
If this is the case, Boss Tu may have some important clues, but he has already killed Boss Tu. If this is the case, wouldn't the game be unsolvable...
Thinking of this, Enjin felt guilty and took a sip of tea to cover it up.
"It shouldn't be there either." Gu Meng instinctively said, "Have we missed any important information?"
Enjin thought for a moment, then said, "The only thing that can be called a clue may be the handbook."
"Almost discovered..." Gu Meng suddenly thought of the last sentence written in the handbook, read it silently, then looked at Enjin, and said, "Do you remember last night? Miss Ding also said something similar, She said it was found."
Peter Pan happened to be passing by with a pile of clothes in his arms. He eavesdropped and threw himself on the table. He looked at Enjin, then at Gu Meng, and asked, "Brother, what was discovered?"
Gu Meng's train of thought was interrupted, she glanced sideways at him angrily, and said, "I was just about to ask."
"What Dingxiang wants to hide is nothing more than continuing her career after marriage." Enjin analyzed, "The so-called being discovered refers to the studio hidden in the attic, isn't it?"
"no!"
Unexpectedly by En Jin and Gu Meng, the young boy raised his hand at this time, as if he wanted to express his opinion.
Enjin raised her eyebrows and motioned for him to continue.
Peter Pan took it for granted, "Doesn't it mean that the affair was discovered? Didn't it mean that Dingxiang has many lovers?"
Enjin and Gu Meng glanced at each other, and thought of something, almost at the same time, they put down their teacups, pressed Pan Peter's head on the table from left to right.
Enjin patted the young boy on the head, and said with a smile in a soft voice, "I didn't raise you for nothing."
Gu Meng forcibly stroked the boy's dumb hair, and said, "It's really my brother's big baby."
"..." Pan Peter was pressed on the table and could not move, his little boy's face was squeezed crookedly, and he was terrified.
Enjin stood up, pulled the coat on her shoulders, and said, "Let's go, you can leave now."
The afterglow of the setting sun was falling on the horizon, before it was set, a group of people walked on the bluestone road in the ancient town.
"Are you sure where the exit is?" Wen Lei couldn't hide his excitement, asking non-stop along the way.
"I can't guarantee whether the exit is there." Gu Meng said, "But the key must be there."
"Why is this?" Peter Pan was really puzzled, "Why did Miss Ding keep a key to the room in the inn?"
"It's convenient for cheating." Wen Lei said lightly, "Miss Ding is also amazing, so she just rented a room in the inn to meet her lover, no wonder Boss Tu set fire to the guest room, and was deducted such a big green hat, who Not angry?"
The green-haired Maimai seemed to have been touched by a sad matter, and his expression was gloomy.
Gu Meng listened, but shook her head, seemingly disapproving, but did not immediately refute.
As they spoke, they passed the bank of the river where the bridge was under construction.
The piling master wearing a crane face mask saw them walking in a hurry, stood on the bridge, and slowly lowered the hammer he was holding high.
Perhaps aware of something, the crane face mask turned as they moved, as if quietly watching them.
It makes people feel very uncomfortable.
Wen Lei quickly withdrew his gaze, added pace, and said, "Let's go, let's go, why does the atmosphere feel a bit weird..."
Behind the few people, Xiaojia Biyu followed them not too close or far away, her footsteps were a little hurried and staggering, for fear of being pulled down, but she stubbornly refused to get close to the people in front.
Tang Zhi turned his head to look at her from time to time while walking, his emotive little face remained expressionless until he was supported by Bao Ye beside him and turned back—
"Baby, walk well."
Tang Zhi stopped paying attention to the situation of the woman behind him.
"Teacher Gu." Bo Ye called out, his voice casual, "What is the idea of solving the problem?"
Gu Meng looked at the white paper lanterns lit up one after another under the eaves in front of him, and after a moment of silence, he said, "This is a small town full of rumors, and we are not immune to the habit of looking at people and things with fixed thinking. "
"Brother." Peter Pan scratched his head, "What do you mean?"
Gu Meng glanced at Enjin, and after getting confirmation from the other party's eyes, she said her guess.
"In the attic of Tuji Buzhuang, we found a handbook. From the above records, we can see that Ding Xiang still has enthusiasm for her career after marriage. The reason why she hid in the attic was to escape from her husband and The strange eyes of the world, unfortunately, the handbook stopped recording three months ago, and Ding Xiang had a vague premonition that the private space in the attic would be discovered, so she stopped going up."
"Almost discovered..." Mo Chunying muttered, "That's what it meant."
"So," Bo Ye said, "This is the same thing that Miss Ding said last night that she was discovered?"
Gu Meng glanced at Bo Ye, paused for half a second, and said, "It's essentially the same thing."
Bo Ye's eyes signaled him to continue.
"It is conceivable that Lilac is not the kind of woman who will be bound by traditional social rules..."
Before Gu Meng finished speaking, Wen Lei interrupted as if he suddenly realized: "So she cheated openly!"
Gu Meng said: "Brother, you are really hopeless."
"Huh?" Wen Lei was puzzled.
"As Dingxiang, if her independent personal space is discovered," Enjin continued Gu Meng's words and asked, "Do you think she will obediently listen to her husband and keep busy with family affairs?"
As a woman in the new era, Mo Chunying felt something in her heart, she shook her head immediately and said, "Impossible, she will definitely repeat the old trick."
"That's the answer." Enjin said with a faint smile, "She chose the inn this time."
The group was silent for a moment.
After a long while, Wen Lei was stunned, and said, "So Miss Ding's family didn't go to have an affair? She went to work. But... but, the owner of the bean curd stall said that she often goes out secretly in broad daylight, or when her husband is not at home..."
Tang Zhi spoke at this time, and the clear and youthful voice was cold: "What she said was only describing the objective facts, not the truth behind the facts."
Wen Lei frowned, vaguely remembering: "But the proprietress said that Ding Xiang was restless and got in touch with her lovers."
"What she said is possible." Tang Zhi reminded him, "Everything is just her personal guess."
Wen Lei paused.
At this point in the discussion, the main line of the entire dungeon has become clear.
Mo Chunying twisted her lips and said indignantly, "It's so fucking hard to be a woman."
Pan Peter looked sideways at the young girl in a heroic horse costume.
A gust of autumn wind blows head-on, raising Mo Chunying's long ponytail that hangs down on the back of her head.
"What do you say that a man has forty-one flowers, and a woman will be old after twenty-seven? Pooh! The life of twenty-seven is just about to begin, how can you be old? People who say this kind of thing only value women. Let’s look at our appearance and figure, and treat us as commodity objects.”
"At the age of twenty-eight, I started urging marriage, urging, urging a yarn! What? We still have to marry a man and have a lively child? These two things have become missions that have to be fulfilled in a lifetime ?”
"All kinds of resources in society are also controlled by most men. Let me make an analogy. In the workplace, if a slightly attractive girl is promoted faster, will everyone praise her ability immediately? Fart! Most people still think that this woman is good in bed."
"The discussion of women in this society can never be separated from sex and appearance."
All the people present were men. After hearing the little girl's accusation, they all bowed their heads somewhat guilty, unable to refute. Especially Wen Lei, touching his nose and scratching his hair, finally realized how narrow his thinking was before.
Only Enjin often does not see herself as a man, and looks at Mo Chunying with interest, "Continue."
Mo Chunying let out a bad breath and calmed down, but she was still not calm enough: "You big pigs, show some respect to women."
Peter Pan nodded cautiously: "Okay... okay."
Little pig's hooves are very sensible.
Mo Chunying saw him pleasing to the eye, and most of her anger disappeared.
While talking, everyone arrived at the inn where one room was burned down.
The innkeeper is a thin man wearing a mouse face mask. Gu Meng stepped forward and asked straight to the point: "Where is the guest room that Ms. Ding rented?"
There was a narrow chuckle behind the mask, and the shopkeeper pointed upstairs.
Gu Meng walked in the front, and when he reached the second floor, he could smell a faint smell of charcoal.
Going down the narrow corridor to the end, there is a scorched wooden door on the right, the surrounding walls are blackened by thick smoke, and a black copper lock is hung on the door.
Peter Pan followed behind Gu Meng, and whispered, "Brother, is this it?"
Gu Meng looked up at the top of the door frame, and the words "Guest Room No. 19, Tianzi" could be vaguely discerned on the mottled sign.
Gu Meng nodded, took out the long-handled key in her pocket, and picked up the lock hanging on the door to fiddle with it.
"Click" crisp sound.
The black copper lock turned into powder and fell to the ground.
Everyone behind him breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that they had passed the level.
Gu Meng pushed open the door, but the inside of the door was different from the scorched outside. It was another brand new and bright scene, and the space was far larger than imagined.
The guest room has apparently been changed into a studio, with colorful silk and satin spread on the floor and hung on the wall.
The colorful silks and satins on the wall are slowly flowing up and down, like a hanging waterfall, creating a fantastic and brilliant color in the whole space, making people who walk into it dizzy.
In addition to the large workbench covered with drawings and tools, along the way, you can also see sewing machines, many spindles wrapped with multicolored silk threads, baskets of thread balls and fabrics piled on the ground... many colors Bright things fill the large space, which looks crowded and solid.
"This is Ding Xiang's later studio." Gu Meng looked around while walking in.
However, this room seems to be infinitely long. After entering one suite, there is another one, and there is no end in sight.
Looking at the dizzying colors around her, Mo Chunying sighed softly, "I suddenly understand why there are no young girls in this ancient town."
Enjin said lightly: "Their endings may all look like Lilac."
Under the pressure of the world, they gradually squeezed out the part of themselves, confiscated the last independent space, put on the red wedding dress that once made them have beautiful fantasies, and jumped into the boiling cloth pot.
At this time, the eyes of Gu Meng, who was walking in front, suddenly brightened, and he vaguely saw a ball of warm white light not far away, hidden among the twisted and flowing silk and satin.
"What do you want for dinner tonight?" He asked with a relaxed smile.
"Gu's Fried Pork!" Peter Pan was the first to respond, excited and impatient.
When they came to the light source, Gu Meng and En Jin let Mo Chunying go first based on the principle of women first.
Mo Chunying flicked her ponytail and said with a heroic smile, "Thank you, see you all by chance."
After Mo Chunying disappeared into the white light, Gu Meng patted the back of Peter Pan's head and said, "Let's go."
Peter Pan looked back worriedly, and said, "Why haven't Brother Ye and Candi caught up?"
Eun Jin said, "They still need to worry?"
Peter Pan was right after thinking about it, he turned his head and left with Gu Meng.
Xiaojiabiyu was the last one to arrive at the inn, her footsteps hurried.
She ignored the shopkeeper behind the counter and ran straight to the second floor with the hem of her cheongsam.
She always felt that there was a string of bells flickering behind her, following her footsteps, haunting her. She was so frightened that her heart beat like thunder and her breath was short of breath.
When she ran to the open guest room door on the second floor, she breathed a sigh of relief.
Everyone else presumably left. Because she was afraid of being retaliated and rejected by everyone, she kept a distance from everyone on the road, and she was only a few minutes late.
Xiaojiabiyu let go of the hem of the dress she was carrying, straightened her scattered hair, and stepped into the fantasy space.
She looked ahead, passed the door of the first suite, smiled dignifiedly and complacently, and whispered: "I still won..."
At this moment, a calm young voice sounded beside him: "No."
Xiaojia Biyu's heart skipped a beat, and she was about to turn her head to look, when her wrist was grabbed, and she was pulled and pressed against the table next to the door.
She looked up, waiting to see the person waiting by the door, her eyes widened in panic: "It's you... ahhh—"
Before she finished speaking, she let out a scream, her face was pale and twisted in pain.
The back of the woman's hand was pierced with a bloody hole by the sharp spindle handle, and it was firmly nailed to the table.
Tang Zhi stood across the table from her. He lowered his eyes calmly. After pinning Xiaojiabiyu, he grabbed her other wrist and pressed it on the table. He picked up another spindle from the side and pointed it downwards. go.
There was another high-pitched scream.
Tang Zhi's movements were methodical, without the slightest ups and downs of emotion, as if he was just doing an ordinary and very simple thing.
He took a step back, indifferently picked up a handkerchief on the shelf and wiped the blood on his hands.
Xiaojia Biyu lost her mind due to the pain, she had long ago cast away all images, her eyes were scarlet, and she yelled, "Tang Zhi, you bastard! Die badly! Let me go! You're still hurting me at this point? If I die, I'll be a ghost!" I won't let you go! You are a slut! Let me go! Hurry up!"
At this moment, Tang Zhi stopped wiping his hands, and he suddenly raised his eyes to look at Xiaojia Biyu, then turned his gaze to the direction of the door, and whispered: "Shh."
Xiaojia Biyu looked at him panting heavily, the pain from her pierced hands made her almost faint.
Just about to open her mouth to curse again, she suddenly heard a light and erratic bell ringing downstairs.
Lilac is here.
Xiaojiabiyu blinked helplessly, and anxiety gradually appeared in her eyes. She tried to raise her hand, but the spindle was firmly tied, and all she got was a piercing pain.
"You let me go..." Xiaojiabiyu burst into tears, unable to leave, so she stomped on the spot.
The originally fierce aura disappeared without a trace, she looked at Tang Zhi with tears in her beautiful eyes, begged weakly, and said incoherently: "Let me go, I was wrong, I shouldn't have pushed Bo Ye to the front , please Tang Zhi... This is really, really my last game, we will never see each other again, please be kind, let me go... woo woo woo... "
Tang Zhi didn't seem to hear her words, and listened intently to the situation outside.
It wasn't until the bell rang to the corridor outside the guest room that he turned his head to look at Xiaojiabiyu who was full of tears.
Tang Zhi bent the corner of his eyes, and smiled so cutely that he showed one side of his canine teeth.
"goodbye."
Xiaojiabiyu's eyes went dark, and she felt a burst of overwhelming despair hitting her.
Tang Zhi turned around and was about to leave, but unexpectedly bumped into a warm chest behind him.
"It disappeared as I walked, so it turned out that I came back to do bad things."
Tang Zhi raised his head, Bo Ye pinched his soft face and said softly, "Why are you so bad?"
Tang Zhi frowned, puffing up one cheek in dissatisfaction.
The dark aura was suppressed in an instant, and he turned into a coquettish childish ghost in the blink of an eye in front of Bo Ye. No one could imagine his cruel methods.
Seeing Bo Ye's appearance, Xiaojia Biyu's face wet with tears and sweat rekindled hope, and quickly called out: "Bo Ye! Help me! Help me..."
The bell was getting louder and louder, and there was a woman's humming sound just outside the guest room.
Bo Ye glanced at Xiaojia Biyu, lowered his eyes again, and said to Tang Zhi, "Don't make trouble with me later."
After giving instructions, he walked forward, grabbed a spindle handle and pulled it out.
Xiaojia Biyu gritted her teeth forbearance, but still screamed out in pain.
Another hand was pinned to the table.
She was about to urge Bo Ye to free her other hand, but Bo Ye threw the spindle aside, turned around and held Tang Zhi's hand, and said, "Let's go."
Xiaojia Biyu was stunned, and randomly screamed at the backs of the two: "You guys come back!!!"
Before entering the next suite, Bo Ye looked back at the madly struggling woman, with a faint smile on his handsome brows, raised Tang Zhi's hand in front of her, and kissed it on his lips.
There was a warning in the low voice, and said: "Remember, Candi is only suppressed by me."
After the men left, Xiaojiabiyu tremblingly held the handle of the other spindle with her injured hand, but she couldn't exert any strength.
Helpless wailing sounded in the room.
The sound of the bell is close to the ear.
Ten minutes later, the light source at the end of the room disappeared.
There were obvious bloody fingerprints on the surrounding cloth.
A woman in a grand red wedding dress turned her back to the door and stood in front of the wall, staring at the bloody handprints for a while.
"What a quick escape."
A sigh.
After returning to the Wisdom House, Peter Pan went to the refrigerator to bring a huge ice cream bucket out, and Bo Ye happened to appear in the living room.
The electronic clock on the coffee table turned a page, showing that today is Saturday.
Peter Pan looked at Bo Ye who appeared alone, bit his spoon, and subconsciously said, "Brother Ye, where's Candi?"
Enjin and Gu Meng also looked at Bo Ye.
I saw the man's expression was a little dazed at this moment.
"Where's Candi?" Gu Meng frowned, sensing something was wrong.
Bo Ye didn't answer him, but looked to his right hand.
Obviously for a second, each other's hands were still tightly held.
He blinked dully, and slowly spread his right hand—
A platinum ring was left alone in the palm of his hand.
The author has something to say:
I originally wanted to pay tribute to Doris Lessing, but unfortunately I am a younger brother, so I made it blurry.
The theme is that there is no escape exit for women in a patriarchal society, so don't be nervous if you are in a fog, it will be easier to focus on the emotional line.
There is still the last story on Saturday, and it will end on Sunday. Thank you for your hard work!
Thanks to a flying ship of mine.