He Rui's body trembled violently, and black energy surged from the wound. He lowered his head and looked at Wen Zheliu. The blood from the corner of his mouth was flowing on his chin, but he was still smiling, ghostly and fanatically.
"You... are very good..." His voice was hoarse and he said gloomily every word.
The protection mechanism of the alien space was activated, and the boundless darkness rolled like a tide. They wrapped around He Rui, and also ejected Wen Zheliu's body, landing on the ground that had been transformed into the other world.
-The last thing he saw was He Rui's crazy eyes that made people feel chilled.
He Qin stood in the remaining room in the corridor on the sixth floor. He looked at the wide open doors and windows and felt that the star ring in his hand was shining with light and heat.
Wen Zheliu is safe.
He raised his hand and wiped away the remaining blood on his lips. While feeling relieved, he also felt a trace of unfathomable worry.
Is he seriously injured? What did He Rui say to him? What methods will He Rui use to add fuel to the fire to those past secrets in order to sow discord
He stood there, like a tall silent statue, falling into a rare hesitation.
"Then what... buddy," Guan Zhiyu scratched his hair and shouted, "Do you still want to take the things inside?"
Hearing his question, He Qin came to his senses. He walked towards the room and saw that the lights above were like the twilight after dusk. The empty tables and chairs in the room were also spray-painted with a large amount of blood. The blood was splashing everywhere. The whole room was plastered like a large map.
On the front desk, there is an open black notebook.
He Qin no longer hesitated, he reached out and grabbed the notebook, and saw that someone had also used a bold red pen or fingers to fly wildly on it with several deformed large characters. The oxidized and blackened blood spread from the page again, dripping onto the desk, like some kind of guiding sign, along the ground, to the edge of the wall where the map and display whiteboard were hung.
The structure of this classroom is completely different from what they saw during the day. It looks like an old classroom many years ago. Of course, the conditions will be simpler. The display whiteboard is hung on the wall with nails, and the remaining ink marks from the marker pen remain on the surface of the board, which is almost fluffy, and seep into the traces of scratches.
He Qin stretched out his index finger, like a curved feather, gently brushed over the rough and fuzzy white gypsum in front of him, then slowly moved it down, silently pressing the bottom of the white board.
He was covered in wounds, gun smoke and cold blade-like sharp edges fluttered in the corners of his eyes and brows, but his movements were as gentle as flirting, like the blood spike of a long knife, or a dead rose hanging in the wind.
"..." For some reason, Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu also became afraid to speak in this strange atmosphere. They tiptoed, trying to flip through the notebook spread out on the lecture table. At this moment, He Qin exerted a little force on his arm, and there was a crisp sound of a nail being broken. He lifted the whiteboard that occupied half of the wall with both hands and placed it on a row of desks behind him.
The two members of the Heretic Tribunal turned around and their eyes widened.
An entire wall was exposed, and apart from mysterious and twisted symbols, there were repeated words like the crazy ravings of a mental patient. Different from the "Help me" and "I don't want to die" outside, there are also many long sentences written here.
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He Qin took out his mobile phone and took a few photos neatly. Then he turned around and said the first words to Guan Zhiyu and Qiu Boyi.
"How about it, do you want to make a deal?"
Qiu Boyi swallowed his throat and did not dare to look directly into his eyes. Guan Zhiyu stiffened his neck and said bravely: "What, what kind of deal?"
"I want the hidden information you got in the first level." He Qin went straight to the point. "The two teams can share the notebook and something on the wall in this level."
The two people looked at each other, not knowing how to decide and weigh the weight of this transaction.
Hua Ying in the monitoring room screamed in horror: "What a despicable man! Isn't this just taking advantage of the situation?"
"I - or rather No One Sleeps, I have no time to spend with you now, because a new enemy has appeared, and you are no longer our priority target." He Qin said, "This is already a very favorable condition, after all In this round, you followed me up here, and you encountered no obstacles along the way, right?"
"Wait, wait, wait, wait," Guan Zhiyu was a little confused, "What are you, us and their...who are the new enemies? In addition to competitive teams, bosses, and NPCs, are there other characters in this world?"
He Qin said: "You might as well go back and ask your president about these questions. He should see it clearly."
"And..." Qiu Boyi muttered, "Why should we make this deal with you... You are only one person now and you are injured, but there are two of us..."
"Well, even though that's what you said, please don't be too straightforward, okay..." Guan Zhiyu whispered, "I feel so embarrassed..."
He Qin smiled.
"Then, let me put it another way." Under the dim light, his eyes were like the golden pupils of a leopard, reflecting a chilling coldness, "-If you don't want to come back empty-handed at this level, hide what you got last time. Give me the information. I can also let you take a look at the clues in the notebook."
Seeing his palm gently pressing the scabbard on his waist, Hua Ying immediately panicked. Regardless of whether the other party could hear it, he shouted over and over again in the monitoring room: "Give it, give it, let's give it! Don't hurt him." both!"
The two otakus were so frightened by his malicious smile and threats that they almost cried and hugged each other to make quail. I don’t know whether it was the power of the group soul that was unleashed, or whether they finally had a heart-to-heart with the president and implemented the precious spirit of the Inquisition of Inquisition. They also shouted in a panic: "Give, give, we will give! Don't come over!"
He Qin's palm touched the scabbard and immediately changed its movements, naturally brushing down the hem of his clothes.
"Thank you." He nodded gracefully, then walked out of the door without even taking his notebook, and quickly disappeared down the stairs of the corridor.
Both of them were stunned.
Guan Zhiyu: "...Ha, are you leaving now?"
Qiu Boyi: "...Yes, let's go."
Guan Zhiyu: "Then what are we doing here?"
Qiu Boyi: "Okay, the question you asked is very good, worth pondering and thought-provoking. Because I also want to know what we are doing here."
Guan Zhiyu: "..."
He Qin walked downstairs.
Except for the heavy punch from He Rui, compared to many previous battles, the intensity tonight was not that high. However, the mental fatigue was worse than the physical pain. In just a few minutes, he had thought about and simulated countless times what kind of tone his crazy blood relatives would use to reveal Wen Zheliu's scars; What words, what gesture, condescendingly watching his sun struggling in the mud of truth... He would not let go of this opportunity, He Qin knew clearly in his heart. Because even if He Rui had a weakness and a wandering heart, he would not give up the opportunity to torture him and beat him up.
The same blood flows in their bodies, they are the same freaks. There was no room for them in the world as they could not go astray as like-minded people. However, before the world rejected them, they had already started killing each other and vowed not to build an equal path next to the throne.
The further down he went, the heavier and dragging He Qin's steps seemed to be. When he came down to the corner of the stairs, his ears moved keenly, and he was slightly startled when he heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the steps not far away.
"Brother!" Wen Zheliu gasped, with tiny, shiny beads of sweat on his forehead. He raised his face in the shadow at the corner below, half of the dim and strange flickering light illuminated his face, and half of the vague and cold shadows covered his face. At this moment, the two formed a complex formation on him. A clear boundary line - he came from the darkness and stretched his body towards the light.
He Qin's lips moved. He lowered his head and looked into Wen Zheliu's clear and bright eyes: "... Ning Ning."
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The kitten that leads our home is cute and well-behaved, and the food cooked by her mother today is also very delicious. The sun is warming me up, and it’s really comfortable!
—"Hanako, where are you? Stop hiding, the teacher has found you, let's play together~"
I just did something wrong in school, and the teacher looked at me so scary... Go home quickly, as long as I see my mother, I will be safe...
- "Hahaha... So you are here! The teacher found you!!"
The system prompt came suddenly, and the two people's movements froze for a moment.
After a while, Wen Zheliu said softly: "Brother, you are seriously injured, shall we go back first?"
He Qin nodded, and Wen Zheliu took his hand and put his arm on his shoulders. The two wounded men just supported each other and walked down.
After leaving the dilapidated teaching building, the communication tool immediately restored its communication function. Their cell phones rang simultaneously, but He Qin made no move. Wen Zheliu took out his cell phone and saw the heads of Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan flashing in the small group of four.
Du Zijun: You should go back and settle your own matters first. We will be left to negotiate with the Inquisition.
Xie Yuanyuan: (づ●─● ) Come on! If there is any misunderstanding, be sure to clarify it!
Wen Zheliu couldn't help laughing and said softly: "Brother, look."
Even without the infatuated species, he could still feel He Qin's unusual reticence at this moment, as well as the gloomy aura emanating from him.
He Qin also smiled, he bent his beautiful eyes and sighed again.
"Then let's go back first and I'll help you get some medicine."
"Um!"
There are two of us, you holding me, and I holding you. The shadows behind me merge into one under the streetlight, and are very long. Looking from behind, they look like a swaying large gingerbread man.
When they arrived at the downstairs of the teacher's apartment, the two of them didn't dare to go through the front door. They were afraid that someone would open the door and kill them, so they had to go around to the back of the building, climb on the pipes and the outdoor unit of the air conditioner, and painstakingly climb along the window to He Qin's apartment. .
As soon as he entered the room, He Qin closed the doors and windows and drew the curtains. Then he led Wen Zheliu to the bedroom and turned on a bright little lamp beside the bed.
"Take off your clothes." He turned his back to Wen Zheliu and took off his coat first. Wen Zheliu's breathing quietly stopped.
The tall man took off his gold-rimmed glasses and tore his shirt, which was completely attached to the wound, into rags along his waist and abdomen, revealing his thick, broad, naked back with smooth muscle lines. The halo of the lamp was thick and thick, spreading unevenly on his skin, like spilling a cup of flowing wild honey. It was golden and fiery, soaked in amber color, and could sweeten one's tongue to the point of burning.
He turned around and saw that Wen Zheliu was still stunned. He couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips and smiled evilly: "What's wrong? I'm just applying medicine to you, don't think too much."
Hearing the willow chirping, he could only pray that the light and the midnight cover were strong enough so that no one could see his shyness, which was red all the way to his ears.
"Why are you applying medicine to me..." He muttered, boldly walked over and stood behind He Qin, feeling the steam coming from his body, and carefully touched his lower back with his fingertips, "You The injury is much worse than mine, does it hurt?"
He Qin's movements paused: "It's almost healed a long time ago."
Wen Zheliu: "Bah, I believe you are the only one who has ghosts."
He threw off his shoes, wearing only his socks, and ran to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, a clean towel, and a roll of condensation bandage. He then forced He Qin to lie on the bed and carefully applied the hot towel to him. The wound softened the rags that had been cemented together with the half-dried blood.
He Qin remained motionless, resting on his arm. His exposed side face was as handsome as the light, and the contours of his muscles and bones were undulating and concise like mountains, like a golden statue of the God of War.
Wen Zheliu concentrated on wiping away the blood scab and carefully lifted a corner of the red material, fearing that He Qin would feel pain. While he was doing these things, he suddenly heard He Qin's vague question.
"... He Rui, what did he tell you?"
Wen Zheliu's hand holding the hot towel stopped. He raised his eyes and saw He Qin staring at the bedside table in front of him, his eyes focused, as if the question was not asked by him and had nothing to do with him.
… What a big cat.
Wen Zheliu shook his head: "I talked a lot... it was a mess."
Before He Qin could continue to ask, he continued: "He mentioned the identities of my parents during their lifetime, saying that they were both senior researchers at n-star company; that he was the same person as you; that you were very interested in me. His love was out of guilt and pity, and he said that the death of my parents... was the result of your choice."
Every time he said a word, He Qin's body became more tense. When he said the last sentence, He Qin was already taking a deep breath.
In the moment of complete silence, only the faint sound of fabric peeling off the flesh could be heard.
"...So, do you believe me?"
Wen Zheliu lowered his head and stared at the blood flowing across He Qin's lower back, dyeing the thick cloth of the pad into a red wound. His nose suddenly became sore and his eyes were burning.
"I know you are really hiding something from me," he said, "but you are also really willing to risk your life to protect me."
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