This is the newspaper on June 14. Except for the seven performers in the task of covering the eyes of the god of death, there are only nine people left in the newspaper at the moment, and these nine people gather in the lobby of the newspaper without exception.
Rong Chuan looked at the pitch-black projection film and sat down slowly on the sofa. He seemed a little flustered. He looked at the watch more than once, until the pointer turned to eight o'clock, he suddenly raised his head, and the newspaper hall was standing. In the center, there is no one and no white light.
He stared blankly at the open space in front of him, his whole body froze... He couldn't believe this was the result, "No! Impossible! Xu Lang and Gao Yiyuan are all dead? He has time to look back!"
All the rest of the employees present have other kinds of sadness on their faces. The number of people who died may not be very important to them. The important thing is that from the current situation, this is the first time that all employees have appeared in a long time. Mission to destroy!
Moreover, Xu Lang, a legendary employee, who holds the super authority to look back in time, died in the same way. They did not grieve for the dead, but lost courage to the future situation.
Although the employees who are still living in the newspaper at this moment, except for the three newcomers, Lou Yun, Han Bolin and Baimei, are all seniors who have experienced once or several times, they can't resist the desperate and suppressed atmosphere in the lobby. Inner surround.
Wuming lowered his head in silence, smoking a suffocating smoke, and looked at the center of the hall with hopeful eyes from time to time, but the silence there once again dispelled his expectations, and the wailing of Tuan Annihilation kept ringing in his mind. .
Song Zhuoming's emotions are more complicated, and he has no tears to cry. Ever since Song Zhuoyan was pulled out of his head by the evil spirit, he has been watching the projection screen with such inexplicable emotions. He has no love, but this younger brother has always been sincere. For him, this time he not only lost his only emotional sustenance, but also fell into the survival of the backer of Xu Lang.
Wu Cheng's eyes flickered several times, and there was no hint of revenge in his heart. On the contrary, his heart was extremely complicated. He didn't care about Xu Lang's life or death. What he cared about was that the task was so unsolvable, even looking back in time. Unable to stop the end of Tuan Mie!
At this time, it seemed that everyone in the newspaper couldn't help but set their sights on one person.
The man with his hands and black clothes standing in the hall resolutely for a long time, the scene on the projection screen was completely black when Xu Lang and Gao Yiyuan entered the suburban hospital.
No one knows what happened in the suburban hospital. In the long wait, only this man stayed in the hall from beginning to end, waiting for everything.
There is no one by Yan Yan's side. He has completely become a lonely man. Even if his posture is taller and taller, everyone can detect a trace of sadness and loneliness from his not-so-wide back.
The palm of his back was tightened and finally clenched into a fist. Rong Chuan's exclamation was truly heard by him. The time had come to end the task, and his face that had not changed in shock became sad at this moment.
He was thinking back to everything in the past, a pity for Gao Yiyuan, and nostalgia for Xu Lang. He slowly closed his eyes, concealing the changes in his emotions. After a long breath of relief, he slowly turned around. I glanced around on the empty sofa, watching the few employees shook their heads, and finally chose to leave.
Yan Yan's departure has taken away everyone's last hope, there is no accidental death blinding mission, the group is destroyed...
As the employees quietly evacuated with various emotions, Yan Yan who was walking in the front suddenly jumped his eyelids. It seemed that something was interfering with his thoughts. His footsteps stopped immediately, and then he turned his head suddenly!
After seeing the scene in the center of the hall, Yan Yan's expressionless face finally showed a smile at the corner of his mouth, and the light in his eyes radiated again!
In the lobby of the newspaper office, a sudden white light illuminates the place, and the ray of light attracts everyone's eyes, and a broken figure in a coma suddenly lies on the brightly reflective floor.
The sudden appearance of the situation caught many people off guard, but when they saw that figure appeared, they all felt relieved!
As long as one person can survive, then it is not the ultimate despair, it is not group destruction, at least one person has won this mission!
The nine employees of the newspaper returned to the sofa, Yan Yan took Wuming and Rong Chuan, and walked quickly towards the survivors. Only Song Zhuoming stood still on the spot, staring at this scene in a daze, seeming to think of it. To the relatives who grew up with him...
Once again, Xu Lang almost died. The newspaper’s healing effect was very strong. He gradually brought together his disorganized will. The serious injury of his left arm, including the erosion of his left hand, was suppressed by the newspaper forcibly and returned to the ordinary. It’s just that Leaving the chilling darkness, his left hand was still lying on the cold floor.
He opened his eyes, and the sands and debris at the last moment became illusions, and the familiar faces became reality.
A call came to his ears, awakening his sleeping will, and the jump in time seemed to him to take a time train, but his human body was completely unbearable, which caused him to be supposed to At the exact time of returning to the newspaper at 8:00 am on June 14th, there was a one-minute time difference!
Xu Lang’s internal organs all felt numb, and a warm current recovered from the depths of his soul quickly cleaning up his previous injuries. He lay on the ground and opened his mouth weakly, dry to cracked lips, no Any sound comes out.
Wuming breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. Although Xu Lang came back late, he did come back after all.
It's just that after Yan Yan leaned over and took a look, after making sure that there was nothing serious, he recovered his calm again. Only he came back alive, so it is conceivable that Gao Yiyuan should have died long ago.
Those non-executor employees, the last deceased they saw was Song Zhuoyan, and immediately afterwards, they rang instructing the death to blindfold the mission to the unsolvable level. Seeing Xu Lang and Gao Yiyuan entered the suburban hospital, they could no longer be detected.
Presumably there is something special about the suburban hospitals, and the newspapers are deliberately preventing them from watching.
Xu Lang finally gained the power to regain control of his body during the long wait. He struggling to get up with one hand on the ground, while dragging his arm to support him, his shaky body represented not only fatigue, but also Tired of mind.
Without a solution to the mission, he didn't know how he survived until now. The moment he returned, his consciousness had almost disappeared, and the prompt from the newspaper would barely awaken his final will.
Wuming supported him, looked up and down, and then said lightly: "It's enough to survive, let's rest first."
Yan Yan made way for him, and the rest of the surrounding employees were no longer blocked, witnessing Xu Lang, who said nothing, was assisted by no name.
Xu Lang's condition is not particularly good. His nerves are still tense until now, especially after the task is over. The change of time makes his mind feel inexplicably anxious. He sees things more sensitively, and every pore on his body is Slightly open.
Had it not been for an unnamed support, he would have collapsed to the ground.
"Don't think so much, the mission is over, everything is over..." The nameless words seemed to mean something else, and they seemed to be just a little comfort. He is now the only one standing next to Xu Lang, and this can only be said of him. Say.
Xu Lang's eyelids were heavy and heavy. He felt that he might fall asleep in the next second. He couldn't ignore the nameless words, but he couldn't think of responding, so he walked like this.
Anonymous pushed the door open and put Xu Lang on the bed. He was about to leave, but Xu Lang leaned back on his head and suddenly opened his mouth as he watched Wuming leave.
"Say sorry for me and Song Zhuoming, I failed to save Song Zhuoyan..."
The nameless back paused for a while, and did not turn his head. He thought of Gao Yiyuan for no reason. He remembered that he owed him a pack of good cigarettes. There was no sorrow. He just left a soft sentence: "They are all damn people, no one can save. ."
Xu Lang did not respond to this sentence. After hearing the sound of closing the door, he turned his head tiredly and looked at the sunlight outside the window. He regretted it. Just let Wuming help him close the curtains. He really doesn't want to move now...
But the dazzling sunlight shining on his pale face made him extremely uncomfortable. Xu Lang gritted his teeth and got up from his wife, drew the curtains, and the room returned to darkness.
This feeling gave Xu Lang a sense of security, and then he took off all the clothes on his body in a rush, and had no energy to clean it anymore, so he just lay down.
With the soft and comfortable bed, Xu Lang thought that he would go to bed early and wash away the exhaustion under the extremely comfortable environment, but he lay down for a long time with his eyes closed, but he still couldn't sleep.
He was exhausted to the extreme, but his spirit was still unable to escape from the urgency of the task. This feeling was very difficult, he was clearly sleepy, but he couldn't sleep no matter what.
Xu Lang was very tired and could not wait for the feeling that he would immediately return to nothingness. He was very excited, and he was unable to get out of the state of urgency. These two feelings made him unable to sleep even when lying in a comfortable and safe place. Turned it over and over several times.
In the end he gave in, and had to sit up from his wife, opened the drawer on the side of the table and grabbed one indiscriminately, but the packaging was tight. Not only did his stuck hand hurt when he reached in, but he couldn't take out the cigarette pack.
Xu Lang threw the cigarette out, smashed it on the lamp, knocked it down, and broke it on the ground.
Looking at all this in a daze, for the first time he felt that he was so fragile and that his emotions were so easy to lose control. After a long time, he had to conjure a box of cigarettes from his palm, slowly tearing off the package, and drew out one to his mouth. The lighter was turned on again.
In the dimly lit room, the flickering light from the cigarette butt is as bright as Xu Lang's eyes...