Please draw your way of death

Chapter 74 Untrustworthy

When Shao Shiyi left the room the next day, he saw Ning Mian finally come out of one room, turned around and opened the door of another room and walked in.

She rubbed her eyes, and after confirming that she was not mistaken, she was at a loss.

If nothing else, the two of them seem to have been living in the second room?

Why did they suddenly separate?

At that time, Ning Mian didn't notice Shao Shiyi's existence. According to the plot of the script, he couldn't be in the same space as Meng Qishu all night, so he didn't know when the opportunity of death was lifted, so he didn't dare to. Feel free to do something that violates the plot.

When the door was opened, the room was very quiet, the light in the early morning was not very bright, and in the slightly dim environment, the figure of the man on the white bed sheet was particularly eye-catching.

It seemed that he had tossed and tossed for a long time last night. Meng Qishu on the bed was breathing evenly, and was sleeping lightly with his eyes closed. His two wrists were raised above his head, and he still maintained the state of being bound together last night.

Ning Mian didn't bother him in the end, walked over with light steps, put down his wrist, and rubbed it pitifully on his palm.

Meng Qishu didn't wake up, he just buried his face a little deeper in the pillow and continued to sleep.

So when she came out of the room again, before Ning Mian could even take two steps, she felt that there was an extra person behind her.

When he turned his head, he saw Shao Shiyi sneaking behind him. Seeing him looking over, he immediately stood up and said, "Morning Brother Ning!"

"Why are you the only one, and where are the others?" Ning Mian asked, ignoring Shao Shiyi's probing gaze.

"I didn't see it, I should have gone downstairs." After looking at Ning Mian, Shao Shiyi was still not satisfied, and turned to look at the door of the room, "Where is Meng Qishu? Why hasn't he come out yet?"

It shouldn't be, usually at this time, Meng Qishu's restless character would have come out for a stroll, why is it so late to see anyone today?

"Last night... there was an accident." Ning Mian finally thought about how to explain what happened last night to Shao Shiyi. After much deliberation, no explanation was right, so she simply said concisely, "The trigger of Qi Shu's death is triggered, and the plot is tossed." long time."

A flash of understanding flashed in Shao Shiyi's eyes, and he was about to nod his head and say something, when there was a loud sound of broken porcelain downstairs, followed by a woman's sharp and ear-piercing scream.

She paused for a moment, the expression on her face suddenly became dignified, and she took a few strides towards the direction of the stairs, and looked down the stairs.

Ning Mian was unequivocal in the end, and at the moment the voice hit her ears, she came to the stairs at the same time and walked down two steps, so that she could see the situation on the downstairs floor more easily.

In the empty corridor on the third floor, a woman was lying on her back on the ground, a pool of dark red blood slowly flowing out of her loose black hair, surrounded by light blue fragments of broken ceramic vases.

And a man stood beside her, staring blankly at the woman who fell on the ground, holding a few fragments of vases left behind in his hand, even his arms were trembling slightly.

He raised his eyes to look over, with a bit of panic and fear in his eyes, as well as a bit of bewilderment and panic when he was discovered.

That's Long Island.

"She...she wants to kill me..." Chang Dao opened his mouth, trying to defend himself, but when he met the gaze of Ning Mian, who came down from the stairs, he shrank uncomfortably.

"Is it triggering the opportunity of death?" Ning Mian finally squatted down outside the pool of blood, staring at what she was thinking.

"Yes... yes!" Chang Dao hurriedly replied as if clutching at straws, with a slight twinkle in his eyes.

"Generally speaking, the person who triggers the opportunity of death will not be emotional when they come up." Ning Mian finally pinched his chin with one hand, raised his eyes, and looked at Chang Dao from bottom to top without any emotional ups and downs. "This buffer time, you Did you not do something?"

Do it naturally.

Chang Dao glanced at the face of the woman at his feet, shivering all over, and hastily withdrew his eyes.

He used this time to get a ceramic vase a few steps away.

"I didn't notice her buffer time. When I noticed her, she was already crazy..."

Ning Mian had been staring at the change in his face, but Chang Dao just had a sullen face, unable to distinguish his specific mood swings at this time.

But what is certain is that there is definitely something wrong with his words.

"The filming of the script is about to start, let's go down first." Ning Mian finally didn't intend to say anything more, he got up, looked back at Changdao, and deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the last few words, "In the dungeon, protect your own safety. when."

Chang Dao felt a sense of intimidation from the bottom of his heart when he saw him. It wasn't until Ning Mian walked all the way back to the stairs that he managed to breathe from the oppressive feeling just now.

He naturally knew what Ning Mianzhong's "necessary" meant.

It's nothing more than being able to save one player when facing a player who triggers the opportunity of death.

A few people in Ning Mian didn't want to let players kill each other in the dungeon, but why didn't they consider his situation?

He is facing a person who may go crazy at any time, but he still has to find ways to get the other party's script to save him?What are the odds?

Nagashima let go of his hand, and the fragments in his palm fell to the ground with his movements, making a crisp sound.

He glanced at the motionless corpse beside him, and took two steps back as if in shock, his face finally showing a trace of fear uncontrollably.

This is the second person he killed.

The one yesterday was the first time he killed someone.

That person had a sign before triggering the opportunity of death, and even asked him for help, but unfortunately, he didn't have that ability himself...

Nagashima closed his eyes for a moment, as if he wanted to get these messy scenes out of his mind, and he took out a booklet from his arms tremblingly, which was his own script.

If Ning Mianzhong and the others knew that they had failed in yesterday's mission, would they be more likely to save themselves, or kill themselves?

Maybe the latter?

Their original purpose was only for the resurrection card in his hand, and they could completely take away his resurrection card and destroy him.

Human nature is never vulnerable to death, so how can he guarantee that his teammates are really different from other players in the instance?

At the turning point of the corridor, a figure was hidden in the dark, and he had a panoramic view of Changdao Queen's expression.

Meng Qishu closed his gaze, and turned his gaze to the piece of glass between the two floors under his feet, looking through the glass at Ning Mianzhong and Shao Shiyi who happened to walk out of the hotel and walked into the shooting location.

His hair is messy, it seems that he has just rolled around in the bedding and hasn't had time to take care of it.

Meng Qishu had one arm across his chest, and the other arm was half-raised to grab the unruly messy hair on the side of his head, as if he wanted to straighten them out.

It's so annoying, it's rare to fall asleep when it's almost dawn, and be woken up again.

The sound insulation of this hotel is really poor.

Ning Mian didn't know when Meng Qishu woke up. Anyway, when he saw Meng Qishu again, this guy was sitting leaning on the window sill on the third floor of the teaching building, with his back against the wall and his head tilted to look at the scene downstairs.

There was no expression on his face, as if he was careless, his eyes were half-downcast lazily, and they were slightly warm in the sun.

Hearing the sound of footsteps in the corridor, Meng Qishu turned his eyes over, paused for a moment, then turned back uncomfortably to look at the scene in the shooting venue downstairs.

"It's been all morning, I thought you were still catching up on sleep in the hotel." Ning Mian was surprised to meet him in the teaching building at last, he stepped forward two steps to the window, and followed his line of sight to look downstairs.

I saw that in the shooting area, the director was holding a loudspeaker to his mouth, and he didn't know what he was shouting at the players in the area.

"..." When Meng Qishu saw him now, he could remember what stupid things he did last night under the trigger of death.

It's a scene of social death.

He pursed his lips, his eyes still avoided Ning Mianchu, but he was no longer silent: "When you die in the morning, you wake up."

Otherwise, it would not be sober until now.

He didn't even do the task, just ran upstairs to watch.

"I heard the conversation between you and Chang Dao in the morning." Meng Qishu looked at the scene downstairs for a while, then turned his gaze back to Ning Mianzhong, "This man Chang Dao can't believe what he says."

"To be honest, I think so too." Ning Mian finally said.

I felt it when I talked to Long Island in the morning, but unfortunately, the boy behaved so that it made people unable to attack.

"Let's keep an eye on it, Changdao definitely has something to hide from us." Meng Qishu jumped down from the window sill, patted the corner of his clothes that were a little wrinkled, "Do you want to go on a mission?"

"Where are you going to do the mission?" Ning Mian couldn't help asking, still standing by the window sill, watching Meng Qishu getting up and going up the stairs.

Meng Qishu turned his head, with a somewhat lazy face showing the meaning of "you are talking nonsense": "Find a director and shoot the script."

"Do you still need to find a director for the task?" Ning Mian finally smiled slightly, and did not leave. "We can act the script ourselves, can't we?"

Meng Qishu originally frowned and was about to ask him what he was thinking about, but he suddenly thought of something, looked over with suspicious eyes, and said uncertainly: "Did you explain the news about the dungeon to me last night?" ?”

When he triggered the trigger of death, he seemed to vaguely remember what Ning Mian finally said to himself.

"The script in the dungeon does not have to be filmed by the director to complete the task." Ning Mian finally looked at Meng Qishu and nodded slightly, "Otherwise, what should the players who have not completed the filming task do?"

"You mean, as long as we act out the plot according to the script, we can live anywhere?" Meng Qishu followed his train of thought, and had new doubts, "Then we were blocked by the director yesterday. Why didn't you play the show?"

If the standard of mission completion was not determined by the director, why did they still not complete the mission?

"Maybe we haven't experienced that scene before?" Ning Mian finally thought about it, and could only explain in this way, "For example...true feelings?"

At that time, both of them thought about finishing the scene quickly, so there was no real emotion involved.

This is of course unqualified.

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