Kou Dong vaguely felt that he had grasped a crucial thread in this fog.
He rolled up the written paper and stuffed it into his pocket.
Strangely, he vaguely felt that he had heard something else. It's all here and there, like—
Don't trust the system... call you daddy
…
Be crazy, how could the system suddenly convulse and call his dad!
Kou Dong felt that this sentence had no logic at all. But with a cautious attitude of seeking proof, he still poked out the dialog box and asked: [Do you have any impulse when you see me?]
Like the urge to call me daddy
The system was also stunned by his question, and it took him a long time before hesitantly gave him a question mark.
[?]
What's the meaning
Kou Dong changed his method and said tactfully: [Or, do you want to be my cub?]
system:[…]
The system sent him a long string of ellipses, obviously very inexplicable.
Crazy, how could I treat Kou Dong as my father
Kou Dong: [I think so too.]
It sounds like wishful thinking.
But after careful consideration, Kou Dong was actually a little disappointed.
[Actually, it’s not bad to be my son,]He said quietly,[I’m pretty good with cubs...]
The system said coldly: [This is not a question of whether it is good or not.]
It's that we can't possibly be father and son.
Kou Dong: […]
Oh well.
The dream of a second child was shattered.
He had no choice but to move to see his first cub, Ye Yanzhi was still asleep on the bed, his eyes were closed, and his little face was flushed.
Just looking at the eyebrows, in fact the eyebrows are deep, clear and handsome.
It's a pity that on such a body as big as a palm, this handsome man suddenly turned into a cute, almost a little doll with two heads.
Anyway, every time Kou Dong sees him, he can't help showing his fatherly love, so he needs to squeeze him a few more times to show his mountainous fatherly love.
If it was normal, Ye Yanzhi would have thought of him ten thousand times with a cold face. But now he fell asleep, and he couldn't control it, so Kou Dong was able to have a good time. When he pulled his hand back happily, he realized that he looked more like a pervert with bad habits than a loving father.
Ye Yanzhi was still asleep, without any sign of opening his eyes.
Kou Dong had no choice but to find something to do by himself, he would not be able to draw cards without the help of his cubs, a lucky E really couldn't take the risk to go into battle himself. He just lay down on the bed every day, drank tea and ate potato chips happily, and lived a life of nothing.
But for Kou Dong, it was already a rare and precious rest time.
Ever since he entered the game, he has never rested from that group of neurotic neurotic love. It was so easy to have a chance, but the time seemed to be stretched infinitely. The system couldn't let out a fart for a long time, and his cub who could talk fell asleep from beginning to end. Kou Dong babbled about the system when he was idle, and the system almost collapsed after a few words, and the dialog box shook into a sieve.
Kou Dong also asked very flatly: [If you were a human being, would you beat me up?]
The system was silent for a long time, then said dryly: [No.]
Kou Dong was curious: [Could it be that you still scold me?]
It's not that he said, the system really doesn't seem to be able to curse...
It's a real headache.
The system sent him a long series of ellipses, and at the end, sent him another round of fiery red sun pictures.
Kou Dong stared at the sun for a long time, but did not understand, [What do you mean?]
System: [Nothing interesting.]
Kou Dong: [But I think something is wrong.]
[yes.]The system said coldly, [What's wrong?]
Kou Dong: […]
He had a guess in his mind.
Is it difficult to be a system? It means that if the system is an individual...
Just date him
This idea is too creepy, Kou Dong would rather believe that the other party wants to be his son.
He lay heavily on the bed, and couldn't help but think in his heart: I haven't played the game for so long, and I don't know if there is anyone who notices in reality, help him to call the police...
In fact, Kou Dong is also a well-known figure in the game anchor world. He has a strange magic power, no matter what kind of NPC, good or bad, he can subdue all of them under the pomegranate pants. —Of course, the NPC mentioned here is just a love game. As for the expansion of the game field later, even the NPCs in horror games started to be obsessed with him and hit the big wall for him, which is not what Kou Dong wants to see at all.
Girls call him "Winter God", firstly because of his flamboyant operation and unique charm of attracting NPCs, secondly because his voice is quite pleasant, reminiscent of the handsome guy sitting behind the screen, rather than short and poor frustrated.
They also like to imagine his love story with other anchors on the platform or business executives. According to their words, Dong Shen, the anchor, is full of four words from head to toe: full of anger.
It’s just that the anchor company that Kou Dong signed is more responsible, and never engages in this kind of wheat bran. Every time he sees a similar post with La Lang, he will immediately show 404 to the other party. In addition, after losing his memory, Kou Dong no longer likes to go out frequently, so that up to now, Kou Dong is still an innocent little white flower in the anchor world.
Not to mention relying on his face, he has never even met a few strangers. In this turbid anchor circle, he can be said to emerge from the mud without being stained, and he is beautiful alone.
Kou Dong feels sad every time he thinks about it. The money he saved from live streaming was useless, and he actually got into this shitty game...
Every time I think about it, I regret it.
Why not krypton gold!
It should have been worth the money - at least to have a swimming pool.
On the seventh day, Kou Dong couldn't go on. The rest period for him in the game is only seven days, whether he wants to or not, he has to enter the dungeon.
He opened the team interface and found that Song Hong and A Xue were both absent, and their heads were grayed out together.
"Okay," Kou Dong murmured, "Then I'll choose one myself..."
Before he finished speaking, he saw Song Hong's profile picture jumping up, and he was online.
The little girl's head lighted up immediately, and both of them returned to the game within the seven-day deadline.
Kou Dong was quite happy to see it. It was better to have two reliable teammates who had dealt with him before than to be assigned to a stranger who didn't know his will. What's more, the little girl has a special perception of evil, which is quite reliable.
Before he could send a message, Song Hong's message had already arrived.
[Can you enter the copy?]
Kou Dong: [Enter. You haven't played the game these two days?]
Song Hong spoke vaguely, [checked some information outside.]
He seemed unwilling to talk about it, and only said: [Let's go in and talk.]
The three formed a team and entered the team copy. The number of participants in this dungeon is 6 people, and the achievement points are 430 points.
The name of the dungeon is seeing is not believing, and the task is to survive eight days successfully.
…
Seeing is not believing, this is really not a word that can make people feel at ease.
After Song Hong got it, he felt a little guilty. He glanced at the people beside him and said in a low voice, "Then went in?"
The real Ah Xue stood beside him. The little girl has black hair and eyes, and she has a pretty face, but there is no superfluous expression on her face.
She said lightly: "Come in."
Song Hong slightly nodded and officially entered the game.
Kou Dong picked up the cub who was still lying on the bed, and put it in the luggage compartment with great care.
He agreed to the task invitation before him.
The three of them felt an involuntary force dragging them down at the same time, and finally almost fell heavily on something hard. At the same time, a masculine male voice sounded in front of him, and he slammed the chalk head over: "What are you doing! - I'm going to be in my third year of high school soon, why are you still so inattentive in class?!"
This familiar cry made the three of them tremble at the same time, feeling a kind of spontaneous and heartfelt fear.
They lowered their heads almost subconsciously, and the piece of chalk that was thrown out wiped the tops of several people's heads and flew straight to the back.
Sitting behind Kou Dong was a male student who was also taller than normal, and was thrown upright at this moment. He let out a groan, subconsciously grabbed his fingers, and grabbed the yellow chalk head from the table with a bitter face.
Middle-aged man standing on the podium. He looked like the kind of teacher that ordinary people would meet. He wore an ordinary striped shirt and an old-fashioned round-neck sweater over it, with a small belly protruding slightly.
There was a black thermos cup on the podium. He raised the cup and took a sip, but he didn't show any guilt. He just scowled and said, "What's it called?"
The male student who was smashed for no reason dared not speak out, so he had no choice but to admit that he was unlucky.
Looking at the male teacher, Kou Dong really felt that it was urgent. He couldn't think of why he was kind at the moment, but just looking at it, it seemed that he had been taught by such a vivid teacher.
Song Hong coughed lightly, tried not to move his lips, and whispered: "I can guess what he said next, your class is the worst class I have ever led..."
Before he finished speaking, the middle-aged male teacher knocked on the blackboard with a pointer, feeling a little heartbroken.
"Your class!" He commented, "It's the worst class I've ever led!"
Kou Dong wanted to laugh a little bit, so he quickly took a breath and forcibly held back. The male teacher was knocking on the blackboard, and was still lecturing: "I can't do this! I can't do this!! Do you think you learned it for me? Let me tell you the truth, no matter how poor your grades are, my salary is not bad..."
This has been talked about by old people, and it has been said more than once or twice. The students in the class were expressionless, only a few people responded lazily.
Kou Dong was among them, but nodded seriously, feeling that there was nothing wrong with what he said.
After the male teacher finished grading people, he finally turned his head and started lecturing. There was also a round circle that he had just drawn on the blackboard. It seems that all math teachers have this ability. With chalk in hand, the elbow was used as the center of the circle, and it was turned to draw a circle.
He started talking about geometry.
Some of the students were taking notes, some were in a daze, and some were so sleepy that they couldn't even open their eyes, performing little by little chickens pecking rice. —No matter how you look at it, this seems to be an ordinary day in the classroom.
This kind of daily life seems to have nothing to do with the title of "seeing is not believing" and the task of "surviving eight days", and it can even be said to be contrary to harmony.
All three of them had some small doubts in their hearts.
Kou Dong didn't listen to the class carefully, but just looked around, and soon saw that there were four people sitting on either side of them in the class. student.
These should be the players who came in with him.
Kou Dong had the bottom line in his heart, and he and Song Hong looked at each other.
It seems that this time, all seven of them entered the same class. Then it is very likely that the main plot is concentrated in this class.
It's just that he turned his head to look at the four people again, and couldn't bear to look directly at them. Two of the players were obviously older. Even if the system defaulted their appearance back to their youthful age of sixteen or seventeen, it only changed 80% of it and failed to change their hair. Now those two players, one Mediterranean and the other gray-haired, really couldn't be more conspicuous.
The students in the class seem to be used to it, and no one looks at that shiny head. The Mediterranean man is holding a high school math book, with an expression as if he is reading a bible.
But at this moment, the male teacher spread the papers and started asking questions.
"Next, please ask two students to come to the blackboard to do the questions." He surveyed the entire classroom, "Which classmate will come up?"
Everyone present tacitly lowered their heads to avoid staring at the teacher who was looking for the unlucky ghost. Kou Dong lowered his head quickly, not making eye contact with the other party, so as not to be selected by a glance later.
Although he was a little skeptical in his heart, whether this trick would work for him who was full of favorability.
A few seconds later, the teacher who failed to find the prey set his sights on Kou Dong.
"That's it... the fourth boy from the left in the third row."
Kou Dong counted. There are two people in front and three people on the left.
"..."
The premonition at this time was never wrong, and he happened to be the fourth from the left in the third row.
Kou Dong raised his face and glanced at the question, as if reading from heaven.
He is not sure how his high school grades are, but there is no doubt that if he, who has lost his memory, is allowed to take the exam now, he will definitely not do well in the exam.
After all, the memory of learning is gone, and now Kou Dong sees every character as an inexplicable ghostly drawing symbol, and he doesn't understand half of it.
"Hurry up," the male teacher urged again, "it's you, the fourth from the left in the third row, the one wearing glasses, the new transfer student..."
The classmate at the same table urged him in a low voice, "Quick, let's talk about you."
Kou Dong touched his face, and sure enough, he found a pair of thin gold-rimmed glasses with thin lenses on top, and it seemed that the degree of myopia was not high.
These glasses are quite different from the ordinary and plain attire of ordinary students, and they are actually a bit flirtatious.
He whispered to his deskmate: "Would you?"
His tablemate said: "Of course. It's not a problem..."
Kou Dong suddenly doubted his IQ.
Not a problem
Why does he feel that this seems to be more difficult than guessing people and ghosts...
So he took off his glasses, put them on for the classmate on his left, and squatted down from his seat.
The classmate at the same table looked a little confused, "...?"
The teacher on the podium: "???"
The teacher was also dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to call him: "What are you doing?"
Kou Dong didn't have the slightest psychological burden, poked his head out from behind the table, and said honestly, "Dump the pot."
teacher:"… "
Kou Dong: "That's right. He is the fourth from the left in the third row, and he also wears glasses. Teacher, you can just ask him directly."
teacher:"… "
After teaching for so many years, it was the first time he met such an unusual student who dared to play such a trick in front of him.
To be honest, there are quite a few tricks among the students. Just asking for a leave of absence is already full of mistakes and reasons. Grandparents with children can even die several times, and often need to go back to attend funerals. —
But at least, people still know to find a reason to whitewash peace.
How is it like Kou Dong! It was done so blatantly and with a sonorous voice, making it impossible to see.
The male teacher moved his lips and was about to get angry. But this item was not clearly written in the rules saying that it cannot be used. He couldn't find a basis, so he had to forcefully suppress the pressure and let Kou Dong's next-door deskmate take the stage.
The deskmate was a small boy who looked good at his grades and was still smiling after being teased by Kou Dongyin. He quickly wrote a few lines under the question and solved the correct answer.
The male teacher's expression brightened, and he didn't embarrass others anymore, but only commented on the steps of solving the problem. After he finished speaking, the get out of class bell rang outside. The teacher clipped the book, and when he walked to the door, he suddenly turned his head and said, "By the way, your music teacher has something to do. Next class, you will study music."
There was a sudden burst of lamentation in the classroom. A bold one tried to protest, and said loudly: "Teacher, I saw the music teacher at school today, and he has come to work!"
Look all right
The male teacher didn't turn his head back, and said more perfunctory, "He just happened. I'll hand out a paper later, and it's just printed out. It's the finale of another high school. Everyone hurry up and write it, and hand it in after class. "
The moaning in the class suddenly became louder.
They are just sophomores in high school who are about to advance to third year. They haven't been promoted yet, so why do they have to kill their dreams of all-round development of morality, intelligence, physique, art and labor
There was wailing among the students. Now that class was over, someone took the opportunity to take out a hidden mobile phone from the desk pocket, and looked down secretly.
Kou Dong looked at the table in front of him. Someone has drawn a grid on the table with a pen, and there are circles drawn on it, as if playing backgammon on this table.
He stroked the table, and soon realized that there was a small word engraved under the table.
Kou Dong touched it, and could only feel a few clear strokes, but he couldn't guess what it was. He simply squatted down and shrank under the table, trying to stick it up to see.
After watching for a while, Kou Dong finally saw it.
It is the word "winter".
—It happened to be his name.
He poked his head out, and Song Hong stood beside him. The classroom is full of people, and the two of them talk like underground party joints, and they have to be careful, "Is there something?"
Kou Dong nodded and said that word. Song Hong thought for a while, but couldn't understand.
"What does that mean?—meaning that when you came in, you were supposed to sit there?"
He tried to feel under his desk, but couldn't find anything, "It's empty."
Kou Dong didn't say a word, but he had a vague feeling in his heart that it wasn't the case. He just touched the engraved word, and he seemed to have a small touch.
It's just that now, he still can't think clearly about this inexplicable touch.
One after another, people came back from the bathroom after filling the water between classes. A girl in front of the stage picked up a group of people's cups and went out to fetch hot water. The four players sitting on both sides looked at each other for a few moments, then leaned forward and said in a low voice, "Are you together?"
Song Hong nodded.
The girl in the middle ordered the Mediterranean Sea.
"We are also together, we arrived in a team. - This is Teacher Mo."
"Hey, I don't dare to be a teacher," Hai Hai smiled, took out a piece of paper from his pocket, and repeatedly wiped the sweat oozing from his bare forehead, "It's just how old you are, and your culture is not as good as yours."
The girl pointed to the young man with white hair again.
"This is Scar."
Scar's face was gloomy, and he didn't say a word. He was obviously not young, and there was a deep hostility between his brows, and he was obviously in a irritated mood. Even when he heard the girl's introduction, he didn't react in the slightest, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.
When he returned to the age of seventeen or eighteen, there were only some acne marks left by acne on his face, but there were no scars. Maybe that scar was accidentally injured after leaving school.
The girl's passion was dampened by Scar's indifference, she smiled awkwardly, but she was not angry, she just turned her face slightly, "And this, this is..."
The boy at the end nodded at Kou Dong and the others, and said, "This is my girlfriend."
"Yes." The girl was a little embarrassed, and blushed a little, "He mainly came with me, you can call me Xiaoying. ——He is Xiaokai."
The two of them looked very young, and the boy slightly hooked her shoulders. They really looked like a good match.
Song Hong also briefly introduced the three of them, explaining the number of dungeons they have experienced, and avoiding the word duplication. Hearing that number, Xiao Kai's eyes widened and he was speechless.
"Really?" He looked at Song Hong with admiration, "Brother, I respect you as a warrior!"
This game is not an ordinary game. As soon as the special section of "Dead Man" was opened, the game basically became a fight for life. It was just a moment of curiosity, coupled with freshness, that they wanted to come in and take a look, which can be regarded as a special date.
Fortunately, it's better than I imagined when I came in now, and I didn't find any scary scenes that made people feel chilling. On the contrary, there are teachers who are kind-hearted and chattering about his old-fashioned lines, and some classmates and friends are laughing and joking. The days are warm and ordinary, just like his own daily life.
Song Hong saw a lot of young people who wanted to find excitement, and although he felt somewhat uncomfortable in his heart, he couldn't persuade him. He can only say euphemistically in the name of someone who has experienced it: "You still have to be careful in everything."
Xiao Kai's eyes widened, obviously not paying attention to these words at all.
"What can happen on this campus?" He said, "At most, I didn't pass the exam, or I was caught in a secret relationship, and the head teacher called me to the office..."
Xiaoying giggled together, and the two of them staggered into a ball of laughter, causing everyone in the class to turn their heads to look at them.
Song Hong: "..."
After all, it is a newcomer.
At this moment, the boy who was secretly playing with his mobile phone suddenly said, "Have you read the news? It's another..."
"Look." The girl in the class swallowed, "The description is terrible... It feels like it's hollowed out, pale and pale."
"Have you caught it yet?"
"No," the boy replied, "it's obviously not something normal people can do, so we can only investigate."
Kou Dong listened twice, and he and Song Hong looked at each other at the same time. Kou Dong has gained experience now, instead of asking the NPC immediately, he first put his hand into the pocket of the table and searched carefully.
He quickly took out another mobile phone, a black one, an old model, but luckily it could surf the Internet. Kou Dong clicked on the browser, went straight to the local news, and immediately saw an article with the highest attention in the news module.
"The serial murder case is still unsolved, and the thirteenth victim died!"
There is a picture below. From the web page, it looks like a white cicada slough.
Kou Dong felt a little strange. He clicked on the picture and zoomed in, only then did he realize what was on it.
Not what insects left behind. —The white thing on the photo is a person.
After reaching this conclusion, Kou Dong himself couldn't believe it.
He had never seen a person like this before. From hair to toes, they were all white, like a solidified plaster statue.
There is no vitality in that whiteness. The victim's skin sac looked extremely soft, and it was extremely full, almost rounding out the skin texture, making her translucent.
Looking at such pictures for a long time will make people feel uncomfortable. Kou Dong roughly rummaged forward, and found that the victims all died in exactly the same way, all of them were pale and bloodless.
No wonder people are so panicked. Such a thing is unbelievable, so how can you not be afraid
Fear breeds panic most easily.
He looked at the news content.
"This morning, our reporter followed the special police officers to the scene of the homicide on Third Street. The sanitation worker who reported the case said that the thirteenth victim was found on the ground when she started working, and there was no breath when she found it. This is the thirteenth bizarre death case within two months. The police are still unable to draw an accurate conclusion on the cause of the case and the real culprit behind the scenes. Anyone with knowledge is welcome to provide us with clues. Tel: 139****** *1… "
Kou Dong handed the phone to A Xue. The two looked at each other, and when they raised their heads again, their expressions were a little serious.
This is the first plot point they found that may be related to the mission of the dungeon after they entered the dungeon, and it is also the only content that can be combined with the mission of "surviving for eight days". Song Hongzai looked at it carefully several times, then returned the phone to Kou Dong, and said in a low voice: "So, there is still a risk here."
Kou Dong nodded, "Naturally."
He didn't believe that the system would be so good, giving him a world with no pitfalls to jump into.
Since entering the game, every dungeon that Kou Dong has experienced has been dug full of holes. It can be said that he can directly use the story of the mole as a venue...
After all, the ground is full of pits.
Song Hong: "When is school over? Let's go to Third Avenue and see if there is anything else."
The three reached an agreement temporarily, Kou Dong glanced at the little girl, and found that the other party was silent all the time, and her expression was also different from before, only staring in one direction, her face was rarely gloomy.
Kou Dong looked in her direction, only saw the scar, and now he put his arms on the table impatiently, and went to sleep. Kou Dong asked softly, "What did you see?"
The little girl didn't expect him to be so sharp, her eyes were blocked, and it was impossible to withdraw immediately or kill him, so she finally shook her head and said in a low voice, "It's nothing."
Song Hong also looked over, frowned slightly, feeling at a loss.
That person has a young gray hair, he is definitely not young, and he has a fierce look on his face. He is not the type that A Xue would like.
Why is Axue... still looking at him so seriously
Song Hong felt a little uncomfortable, like an old father marrying a daughter.
He coughed in a low voice, trying to say something, but he heard the class bell ring. The agreed papers arrived immediately, and behind the podium sat a class cadre who was on duty today, very seriously supervising everyone not to speak.
If anyone speaks, write down his name in a small notebook.
The three of them are cautious in doing things and never take unnecessary risks. Since the NPC said not to talk, they didn't even say a word, they just secretly threw small notes at each other, passing information silently.
This can be regarded as a classic method in the school. I don’t know which exercise book I randomly tore off on a blank page, densely written with words, and discuss secretly.
But the young couple couldn't stay idle. They just heard the NPC talk about the serial murder case, but they didn't pay attention to it at all. In their view, it is enough to live for eight days. As for the murder case, it has nothing to do with them. Now that the security of the school is so strict, the murderer will definitely not be allowed to come in.
With this in mind, the two of them are together, so you can't help but secretly squeeze my hand and I'll squeeze yours. Occasionally, if it is squeezed hard, it will make a small scream.
When the sound was loud for the first time, the class leaders behind the desk raised their eyes in warning and looked at them.
Song Hong whispered: "Stop talking."
But these words are of no use, the two of them are naturally used to being outside, and now they are passionately in love again, inseparable, they will get tired of being together just by relying on each other. Soon, the girl's laughter rang out, crisp and sweet without any concealment.
The class cadre frowned completely, and this time he didn't give them any more face, and directly rewrote the names of the two on the blackboard.
What he wrote was not his real name, but the nickname they used when they introduced themselves.
The name was on the blackboard, and the young couple finally knew to shut up, staring at each other. After a while, the boy in the young couple quietly threw a note to Song Hong, and asked carefully, "Will it have any impact if it is written on it?"
Song Hong really couldn't answer this question. Although he has experienced many dungeons, the plot and cause of death settings of each dungeon are different, and the story line and world view of the dungeons are independent and complete. He couldn't guarantee it, so he had to write euphemistically: "Not necessarily. You can think of a better place first."
Wait until you go through a few more dungeons and you will know that there is nothing good in this game at all...
What was triggered by this incident will definitely not be any positive content.
Song Hong thought, but couldn't help feeling a little angry. It's not that he didn't remind them, he clearly reminded them, but the two of them still don't know how to restrain themselves, and they have to panic after getting into trouble. Is there something wrong with this
He couldn't say it clearly, but the thought really turned in his mind. When I look at Xiao Kai again, it's like watching a living psycho.
After the morning class, the students went back to the dormitory in twos and threes.
High school is different from junior high school, the boarding is almost uniform, only occasionally there will be two day students living in their own home happily. Kou Dong and his friends walked towards the dormitory building, and when they got downstairs, they had to separate from A Xue. The girl was in a separate building. She bid farewell to the two and walked towards the corridor over there.
"Hey, wait, wait!" Xiaoying chased up from behind, smiling, "Sister Xiaoxue, shall we go up together? I just heard from them that we are transfer students, and we can consider sharing a double bed when we just arrived. .”
The little girl raised her eyelids and looked at her from head to toe.
This glance was actually a bit abrupt, not polite. It's just that A Xuesheng's handsomeness doesn't seem inappropriate when you look at him this way, it just looks faint.
After reading it, she shook her head very simply.
"-Do not."
Xiaoying was stunned, she looked at her incredulously, and stuttered.
"But... but we are both that, we must take care of each other..."
A Xue said coldly: "I don't believe this."
After she finished speaking, she went straight upstairs without looking at Xiaoying again. Xiaoying's expression changed a few times, and finally she stomped her feet, feeling a little at a loss.
Soon, the whistle for the afternoon nap sounded, and the yard was empty, and there was no one in sight.
Xiaoying felt a little flustered, and felt that she couldn't stay here too long, so she went upstairs with her.
It's okay to sleep in a single bed by yourself.
Although she tried to comfort herself in this way, when she chose the dormitory, she still chose the one next to A Xue, and she still had some delusions in her heart. In this way, if something really happened to him, the other party would still be able to save him in time.
She didn't know that when something happened, no one could save it.
Kou Dong and Song Hong entered the boys' dormitory. The two slept in bunk beds, and Kou Dong was on the upper bed.
The school was quiet now, and there was no other movement. Kou Dong was silent for a while, then whispered: "Before you come in, do you want to tell me something?"
He still remembered the news that he hesitated to speak. Song Hong seemed to want to convey something to him, but failed to convey it, "What did you find out?"
Song Hong propped up his body and said in a low voice, "We have searched for a long time and finished browsing the forum."
Kou Dong: "...?"
Song Hong: "We..."
They eventually found a post that Ashue had stumbled across. In the post, someone swears that the reason why "The Dead" opens a special module is because of a young man.
He wrote: [You didn't see how the game treated him. He is written into all the pre-plots and will always be the core and special person in the game. He is the treasure of the entire game, a treasure that NPCs carefully join.]
But this treasure was lost.
Song Hong wanted to avoid key words to say these words. But when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly shivered, his mind went blank, and he couldn't remember what he wanted to say just now.
Kou Dong was still waiting, "What?"
"..."
Song Hong was silent for a long time, but finally shook his head.
"No," he whispered, "…nothing."