Sur did not go back to the dormitory that night, but stayed in the hotel.
When the front desk saw that he came alone, he immediately smiled: "Is it room 303?"
Sur nodded.
"One person?" The front desk couldn't help but confirm again.
Sur continued to nod.
Witnessing him getting on the elevator, the front desk breathed a sigh of relief. If you are alone, you don't have to be swept away!
Not long after entering the guest room, Sur lay on the bed in a very orderly manner with his head resting on his hands, and began to stare at the ceiling motionless.
"Sen slowly." After reading the name again, he closed his eyes.
If he could decide his own awakening ability, Sur would choose empathy without hesitation, trying to experience the feeling of caring about his relatives.
Downstairs in the hotel, the clock hanging on the wall is about to reach twenty-three.
The lady at the front desk is looking forward to it, it's time to change shifts!
At this moment, she saw a familiar figure who had been here during the day come in through the revolving door, walked straight to the elevator, and twitched the corner of her mouth: "This classmate..."
"I'm looking for someone." Ji Heng responded frankly.
Front desk: "Number 303?"
The elevator door opened, Ji Heng nodded, and the figure disappeared behind the door.
"… "
drip-drip-
The hotel not only installed a doorbell, but the sound is also very distinctive.
Sur suddenly opened his eyes, and then he thought that ghosts prefer knocking on the door rather than ringing the doorbell. At least in the horror stories I have seen, I have only seen the door knocker, and the doorbell ghost has never appeared.
"Who?"
"it's me."
Hearing Ji Heng's voice, Suer opened the door.
Seeing that his left hand was still secretly holding the prop, Ji Heng's mouth slightly lifted.
Sur shrugged: "What if something dirty pretends to be you talking?"
The mysterious eyeballs in his body can help him not be deceived by appearances, but he can't distinguish sounds.
"It's good to be cautious."
Ji Heng noticed that the powder on the curtains had been cleaned up. Although the bed had traces of being laid on, the quilt was neat and not twisted into a twist shape, which was completely inconsistent with Su Er's arrogant sleeping posture. It can be seen that during this period of time, he was simply lying down and thinking about life.
"How did you know I was here?" Sur opened the window and let the wind blow in through the floating curtain.
"When I saw that suicide note during the day, it seemed that you were quite touched."
Sur bowed his head and was silent for a while, with a somewhat complicated tone: "The death of both parents, most people can always feel a little pain, I'm just curious about this feeling."
Ji Heng's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't show much surprise. After a while, he asked, "Your parents treated you badly?"
"I have never been treated harshly in my memory." Sur's mouth curved into a mocking arc: "It's me who has the problem."
Without directly speaking to comfort, Ji Heng thought about this question seriously, and then said, "Close your eyes."
Sur did as he was told.
"Imagine a picture. I'm dead, ripped off by tens of thousands of devils, and thrown into the fire to cook... Are you sad?"
Sur: "It will be uncomfortable in my heart."
"Zhao San didn't come back after the dungeon, Yao Zhi also died in the game, you suddenly found out that the math teacher you've always hated will never come back, are you sad?"
Sur: "Sad."
"So most of the problem is with your parents. Maybe they tampered with your memory. In fact, you have a tragic and amazing life experience."
"… "
Sur had given himself this kind of psychological suggestion more than once, the purpose of which was to comfort himself, how could he think that Ji Heng could even provide a theoretical basis for this.
When I reopened it, I was very emotional: "You are very reasonable."
She pursed her lips and said thank you again.
He has always been tongue-in-cheek, but at this moment he doesn't know why he can't say anything else, even if it's a joke to liven up the atmosphere.
At first glance, Ji Heng still had the usual cold expression: "You're welcome, remember to take a picture of the gun and send it to me."
Open the phone and enter Wanbaolin's official website: "By the way, I also liked these ordinary silver bullets."
"… purchase."
303 is a big bed room, more than enough to sleep two people.
Ji Heng was lying on his back, while Sur was lying on his side, keeping a distance.
He opened his eyes and stared at the curtains, and he could vaguely see traces of moonlight seeping in. Ji Heng's perception was too sensitive, and Su Er had an illusion, as if once the distance was too close, the other party could easily analyze his own brain.
Ji Heng turned his face away and said with a smile, "What are you afraid of?"
Sur was unexpectedly candid in some aspects, and chose to answer: "I always hope that someone can find a reason to excuse me."
Since the death of his parents, he has longed for a person who can tell him that you are not an alien and that everything is hidden.
Sur once had this kind of expectation in Zhu Yun, because Zhu Yun was the only one who believed that he had an extraordinary life experience, but the former may have noticed his unusualness, but chose to ignore this issue deliberately.
There is no doubt that this is kindness, like seeing a disabled person on the street, deliberately not looking sideways, passing by calmly to show respect.
Mental illness, however, is a little different.
I don't know how Ji Heng understood a little bit, the drowsiness gradually invaded, and Su Er finally fell into a dream.
I thought about it every day, probably because I thought of Zhu Yun before going to bed, this missing mysterious deskmate became the protagonist in his dream tonight, and many things related to it were scattered.
Tell him exactly when he wants to enter the game, expecting that he will go to the dungeon of Tianji City, and store the mysterious eyeballs in the hands of Tianyi Gua in advance... Surr opened his eyes at dawn, and some details are still vivid in his mind.
Ji Heng woke up half an hour ago, took a cold shower, and sat by the bed playing with the silver bullet, wondering what he was thinking about.
When he woke up in the morning to speak, his voice was a little hoarse, and Sur got up and took a sip of water. The dream last night gave him a lot of inspiration.
The hand holding the mineral water bottle unconsciously exerted a little force, and Suer said sternly: "In terms of strength, even if it is against the ghost king, the host will not be defeated."
When he was climbing the bed, he had seen Mr. Shuhai and the Skeleton Ghost King confrontation with his own eyes. Even Zhou Linjun would not dare to be too aggressive with Mr. Shuhai.
Ji Heng stood up and opened the curtains, and the dazzling light instantly filled the entire room. He quickly thought of Sur's vampire status, and pulled it again: "Preemptive strike."
Unless one side has some kind of advantage.
"I've searched the Internet, and there are all kinds of strange abilities in this world, but one has never appeared before..." Ji Heng leaned on the window sill and slowly spit out two words: "Foreknowledge."
Even with this speculation, Sur couldn't help but feel nervous when he heard it, and he had seen the same ability in Zhu Yun.
Nowadays, it is very likely that someone has the same ability as Zhu Yun.
They all predicted a certain future, and made a series of arrangements in order to change this future.
It's just that Zhu Yun chose to let herself enter the game, but the prophet in this dungeon is more simple and rude, and directly designed to kill the host.
Ji Heng suddenly looked at Su Er, his eyes were not as sharp as when he looked at ordinary people, but he gave Su Er the illusion of being seen through.
Fortunately, he doesn't say anything, and Ji Heng won't get to the bottom of it either. What he analyzes rationally is what's in the current copy.
"Whoever it is, it must be closely related to Wanbaolin and hate the behavior of players stealing auction items."
The mission set by the instance will not have an irreversible impact on the world. The other party took the risk and killed all the players and the host. Wanbaolin was an indispensable fuse.
Suer nodded in agreement with this view, and suddenly realized that there were only two hours left before the auction, so he hurriedly took the time to wash up.
·
There are at least ten security guards outside Wanbaolin, not to mention a security line.
Su Er and Ji Heng stood on the corner of the street and slowly nibbled the fried dough sticks. Instead of going in directly, they observed carefully. It didn't take a moment to come to the conclusion that the security checks that seem to be in place actually have loopholes to be found, and it is very likely that you will be invited into the urn.
Taking out a black card from his pocket, Sur swallowed his last mouthful of fritters: "It doesn't matter if it's a game or not."
Anyway, he has money and can buy things upright.
After wiping his hands, Sur stood up straight: "Go, tell me what you see."
The defiant nouveau riche's attitude is quite accurate.
Ji Heng cooperated with his performance and deliberately fell behind half a step, like a younger brother following the eldest young master.
Wanbaolin has four floors, and many exhibits are placed in the hall for free viewing. The third floor and below are mainly spectators. Those who want to enter the last floor must pay a deposit online in advance to confirm that they will participate in the bidding on the auction day. Of course, if only the final balance of the bid is insufficient or if you regret it, Wanbaolin will pursue its legal responsibility according to the contract.
This auction process is completely different from the real world, because Sur was sitting on the fourth floor after paying a deposit of 10,000 yuan in advance last night.
People with status like to bring their assistants or female companions to bid together. Ji Heng does not belong to any of them, but the security guards still insisted on Sur's reason to let him in.
Sitting in the third row and observing the people around you, it is either a suit or a long skirt fluttering.
Before the auction started, there were several etiquette staff standing on both sides, all of which were outstanding in appearance and temperament.
When his eyes swept to the last one of the etiquette staff, Sur's eyelids jumped and he wanted to look away, but the man had already looked over, grinning, and showing a smile similar to a white shark.
Bloodthirsty, cruel.
Sur twisted his neck stiffly: "I remember you once said that it is a very small chance to meet the same host."
Ji Heng nodded.
Sur: "Look right ahead."
Ji Heng squinted his eyes, and the sad face of the loyal servant of the tomb came into view without warning.
Sur was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but say, "Did I encounter a ghost hitting the wall?"
Why do you always jump between several familiar hosts
Ji Heng: "He was suspended, and it is normal to want to atone for his crimes."
If the truth can be found out first, the merit can be overwhelmed; even if there is nothing for the time being, once Mr. Pu Liu died suddenly in an accident, the loyal servant of the tomb is likely to be arranged by the game to temporarily take over the rest of the work.
In any case, the loyal servants of the tomb are not at a loss.
"Don't worry too much." Ji Heng reassured him when he found that Sur frowned: "Finding out the host's death is his main purpose, you are just a secondary contradiction."
Sur's brows stretched slightly, and he glanced at the position of the loyal servant who guarded the tomb. The resentment that wished to bring his bones to ashes could be transmitted from so far away.
He coughed lightly: "It's about to become the main contradiction."
Ji Heng obviously also felt the anger that the loyal servants of the tomb could not hide, and said lightly: "Since the war cannot be resolved, then be practical."
Sur: "Tell him to bring tea and water?"
Having said so much in the summer, it is inevitable that I am a little thirsty.
Ji Heng actually had some other thoughts. Hearing that, his throat felt dry, so he nodded: "I want ice."
The author has something to say:
The loyal servant of the tomb (gritting his teeth): Only ordinary mineral water at room temperature.
Ji Heng: Oh, then you screw up the bottle cap.