The machine beeped, and the tired people who hadn't slept all night sat up straight in an instant.
"All players: Abstain," the machine read coldly, "No one died today."
Du Wei let out a long sigh of relief. He laughed dryly and said, "I'm afraid it will judge us to play passive games, and when the time comes to forcibly kill all of us, it will be troublesome."
Chen Hui doesn't like anything about him now, and said in a choked voice: "The people who organized the game are just to watch us kill each other. The game is a heartbeat, a test of human nature, and kills you all at once. Why don't he just buy the murderer?" kill."
Du Wei's face was a little ugly: "You know again?"
The young couple quarreled, and it was not easy for others to intervene. Ding Zihui was embarrassed, so he simply got up and walked to the second floor. Most of her clothes were wet, and she presumably hadn't returned all night, so she hurried back probably to catch up on sleep.
Du Wei watched her go away in embarrassment, so he had no choice but to stand up, walk behind Chen Hui, wrap his arms around his girlfriend's shoulders, and hug his chest. His complexion changed, and he coaxed softly: "Okay, don't be angry, it's all my fault."
Fang Daichuan didn't have a good mood for these two people, nor was he in the mood to listen to their games. He was also very sleepy and just wanted to go to sleep, but when he thought of Niu Xinyan's mother and son, he felt a little worried.
Yang Song seemed to have something to say to Li Sinian, walked over hesitantly, and couldn't help but glance at Fang Daichuan.
What the hell can't understand? Fang Daichuan glared at Li Sinian, and spread his right hand upwards.
"Huh?" Li Sinian tilted his head to express his incomprehension.
Fang Daichuan rolled his eyes at the sky, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the key card of your house, I'll go to bed first, you two talk slowly."
Li Sinian didn't ask him why he insisted on going to sleep in his own room, obediently took out the key card from his trouser pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "Open a bottle of white wine, and treat your injury."
Fang Daichuan nodded noncommittally, and walked away without even looking at Yang Song.
When passing by Niu Xinyan, Fang Daichuan hesitated for a moment, thought for a while, and still handed his key card to Niu Xinyan: "You will have my house from now on, Li Sinian and I make do."
He thought very simply. Among the remaining people, the young lovers shared a room from the beginning. Even if there is a spare room, judging by their current state, it is impossible to tell whether they will share the same bed or live apart; Yang Song Not to mention Ding Zihui, they don't seem to be able to get along, and they are strangers to each other, and they don't trust each other. Fang Daichuan doesn't want to wake up early tomorrow to hear that one of them killed the other.
After all, he and Li Sinian were the only ones left, and they could help each other out by living together.
Niu Xinyan stared at the door card for a long time. When she raised her head, there were still tears in her eyes. She had a complicated expression. She glanced at Fang Daichuan and then at her dying son. She gritted her teeth and accepted the door card. He whispered, "Thank you."
Fang Daichuan was a little at a loss, he hurriedly waved his hands and went upstairs with his head hanging down all the way.
With a beep, Fang Daichuan opened the door of Li Sinian's room.
The room was very dark, the windows were open, the gray and white thick canvas curtains were blown up by the wind, and the black clouds outside were low.
Fang Daichuan called out tentatively: "Meow?"
The room was quiet and there was no response.
The black cat probably went looking for food on its own, Fang Daichuan didn't take it seriously, after all they didn't come back last night, the cat should have been starving in the house. As he thought about it casually, he took off his shirt, pulled at the wound, and hissed slightly.
With the little light outside the window, he looked down at his shoulder, and there was a long cut in his right shoulder, which was not very deep, and scabs had already formed. It's just that the black and red scabs are mixed with smoke and dust and clothing fragments, making the whole wound look miserable and hideous. The most serious part of the right hand has blisters, the tip of which is yellow, and there should be interstitial fluid oozing out of it.
Fang Daichuan listened to Li Sinian's words, picked up a bottle of wine, and walked into the bathroom topless.
He stood before the mirror and pried the cork off. The person in the mirror looked very haggard, he couldn't eat well and sleep well, and Fang Daichuan himself had an easily moldable physique, and he had already lost a lot of weight in just four or five days. Several miserable scars ran across the right chest, running from under the conspicuously thin collarbone, and the edges were not neat.
Fang Daichuan wiped the mirror with his hand, then took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and poured a whole bottle of white wine directly on his right chest.
"Uh..." The sharp pain hit instantly, Fang Daichuan clenched the wine bottle tightly, gritting his teeth tightly. Even if he was mentally prepared, the moment the strong wine filled his chest, he was drenched in sweat.
He propped himself up against the cold sink, breathing heavily. Some white foam popped out of the wound, the severe pain made his scalp tense, and only the pain itself was left in his consciousness.
After resting for a while, he lowered his head to check the wound. The fragile blood scab that had just congealed was washed away by the wine, revealing the fragile muscle tissue inside, the flesh at the edge was curled, and the place without bloodshot eyes was pale and pale.
Fang Daichuan found a pack of new towels from the grid, briefly sterilized them with wine, and pasted them on the eversion wound. There is a shortage of doctors and medicines here, and there is no cotton bandage, so he had no choice but to hold back, and he comforted himself with a wry smile.
Suddenly the doorbell rang.
Fang Daichuan thought it was Li Sinian who had come back, closed his eyes for a moment, took a few breaths, covered his right chest and went to open the door.
The door opened, and he stood leaning against the doorframe, the pain tormenting him, and his whole body terribly weak.
Outside the door, Ding Zihui stood outside with his head down. Hearing the sound of the door opening, he looked up, but unexpectedly, the person who opened the door was not the person she expected, and she was startled.
"Why are you here?" Fang Daichuan was in severe pain, and his temples were bouncing, so he didn't have a good temper.
Ding Zihui misunderstood, her eye circles turned red suddenly, and she sniffed: "You look down on me, don't you?"
Where the hell did this start? Fang Daichuan's head was as big as a bucket: "Don't think about it, I didn't say anything."
"You didn't say anything, but you think so in your heart," Ding Zihui held back the tears in his eyes, his nasal voice was thick, and he felt infinitely wronged, "I know what you all think, I seduce other people's boyfriends, I really do Shameless..."
She spoke and began to cry.
Fang Daichuan raised his right hand above his head, and said helplessly, "I really didn't think so, it's none of my business to seduce whoever you like..."
He talked too much, and his breath was unavoidable. Ding Zihui heard that his voice was wrong, looked up at him with red eyes, and exclaimed: "Your shoulder!"
Looking at it like this, she won't leave easily. Fang Daichuan sighed, moved two steps, and gave way to the door.
"How about you come in and say?"