dramatic death

Chapter 123 Games

"Don't you understand?" Yintong smiled, "If you haven't figured it out yet, I can explain it to you."

He took the marble in Dong Tiantian's hand and threw it into the air.The transparent glass beads reflected the subtle morning light, and even the mottled cracks on the surface became more beautiful.

"About half an hour ago, at 8:50, we heard the marbles from upstairs."

"You should be familiar with this sound. At night or in the early morning, you can always hear such a small sound from the ceiling above your head, just like an energetic child playing tirelessly, beating the marbles in his hand Your fragile temple."

Dong Tiantian let go of his hand, and heard the echo of the marbles coming from the floor.

"Boom, boom, boom..." Yin Tong said, "We are attracted by this sound."

"Why did that zombie make such a move? Is it to attract our attention?"

Yintong shook his head: "It is true that this kind of thinking is in line with the current way of thinking, but in fact, from the perspective of the other party, it may be meaningless to make such a move."

"As I said before, this zombie was an ordinary office worker, with a wife who had a bad relationship and a child who was just born or was still trying to conceive, and only existed in its imagination."

"Its behavior is meaningless. It may just be based on the assumption of a role in the scene of 'father coaxing the child', or it may be its memory of its own childhood games. This range is very wide. Let's just say that understand."

"It has a certain dependence on this action," Yintong gestured with his hands in the "throwing marbles" posture."

"So it's drawn to it."

"In a hallway that's extremely quiet and there's no other attraction present, it might be attracted to a sound like this."

"It will turn its head and look at the place where the sound came from. Something slipped out of the closed dormitory door and stayed on the dirty floor outside the door."

"That's a key."

"It walked forward and looked down at the small copper key on the ground silently. In its remaining consciousness, this thing was used to open the door, so it bent down and tried to pick up the key."

"But at the moment it bent down, it heard a clear knock on the door within a short distance."

——"Boom, boom, boom."

"It raised its head and followed the reputation."

"I didn't notice the fire ax coming through the air behind me."

The roaring sound exploded on the door panel, Dong Tiantian picked up the marbles on the ground, saw Yin Tong listened for a while, and then stretched out his hand and opened the door.

Perhaps the word "pull" cannot be used, after all, there is still a headless corpse leaning outside the door.An Qi picked up the corpse and threw it out the moment the doorknob was turned, letting the other party's head hit the dirty floor like a bag full of garbage.

"Tongtong," he pursed his lips and smiled, then frowned unconsciously, and took a step back, "Shall we go back first?"

Yin Tong shook his head: "Where's Cheng Mingque?"

"Carry it back to the house."

It was Chen Yan who answered.When he said this, he was reaching out to pick up the corpse by the wall. Cheng Mingque's bright down jacket hat hung down to cover his small head, covering the wound on his neck, and he didn't look as scary as imagined.

While Chen Yan carried him on his back, he supported Cheng Mingque's thigh upside down.The boy's head just rolled into his shoulder socket, and the bright red blood stained Chen Yan's face in an instant.

"Carry it back?" Yin Tong repeated in doubt.

Chen Yan didn't care too much, and responded casually: "Carry it back, put it up, and say hello to him when the corpse gets up in six hours, and kill it again if it doesn't make sense."

"Tomorrow, I will return to the file, and I will say hello again."

What he said made Yin Tong dumbfounded, and for a while, his eyes on Cheng Mingque (the corpse) became complicated.

Dong Tiantian threw away the marbles in his hand, rubbed the blood on his hands repeatedly on his pants, and walked over with a frown. The one who squeezed to the door happened to hear Chen Yan's conclusion, and when he turned around, he saw Yintong's astonished expression. Laughed out loud on the spot.

"Don't pay attention to him," he waved his hand stiffly, stepping on Chen Yan's footsteps and planning to go downstairs, "This man's brain has never been very bright, and it is estimated that after we clear the game, his sanity will return a little bit. .”

These words sounded completely mocking. Normally, Chen Yan would definitely greet him with sarcasm, but now it was like a stone sinking into the sea, and there was no wave in it.

Dong Tiantian didn't get a response, but he felt a little uncomfortable, rolled his eyes and glanced at Cheng Mingque on Chen Yan's back, twirled the words he wanted to say, and finally swallowed them back into his stomach.

It was Cheng Mingque again.

He sighed inwardly.

Dong Tiantian could actually understand Chen Yan's feelings quite well. If it was him who had been involved in this matter, his own children would die before his eyes. He probably couldn't stand it and bombed the Academy of Sciences.It was like this three years ago, and it's still like this three years later. Cheng Mingque returned to the front line of the people's struggle, and even became an NPC, but he couldn't change his fate against the sky.

When is this kind of day...

He looked down at his still trembling left hand, his eyes turned around the clumsy knot on his wrist, and he remembered Yin Tong's red eyes in the 433 dormitory.

I am afraid that this kind of day will not come to an end for a while.

Before he entered the game, he and Wen Qiu searched back and forth in Central City for more than a year. They searched everything they could find, except for Nightingale and the Academy of Sciences. Dozens of times.

There was not much effective information three years ago, and it was even rarer before that.Teacher Wen once analyzed for 48 hours day and night, filled in more than N social portraits in a row, and finally only came to one conclusion: If you want to find out the reason why they are so unlucky, you may have to go back to school again.

As soon as he said this, Dong Tiantian laughed.

Leaving aside how mentally handicapped this kind of coquettish manipulation of "they escaped from all these hardships and ran to school" is, just the question of "is the school still there" is enough for Dong Tiantian to laugh for three nights .

As soon as they ran out of school on their front feet, the place on their back feet was occupied by the people's soldiers.Yin Tong's brother took people to seal it himself. Although he died in the battle later, it is rumored that he rescued five living people in total.

Yintong counts as one, An Qi counts as one, and the remaining three are probably direct children of some big boss, or the Academy of Sciences wouldn't be keeping a close eye on them.

So Mr. Wen concluded: If you want to take the Academy's attention away from them, you must not only destroy the Academy's internal materials, but also find another backer.

This backer can't be lower than the Academy of Sciences, and it's better to be as powerful as Nightingale.

But from the perspective of applicability alone, these little boys are not capable, they are all cumbersome, and their reconnaissance and anti-reconnaissance capabilities are not very good.

Take another ten thousand steps back and say, if someone gives in, who knows if there are any good brothers from the Academy of Sciences in Nightingale?After all, according to Dr. Bai Yanxing Bai: "Hakoniwa Project" is a great cause that can save mankind. Who knows if Nightingale will unite with the Academy of Sciences on this and work hard for the "happiness and well-being" of the people?

Dong Tiantian thought, life is too difficult.

But at any rate, he can be regarded as returning to "school" now, which to some extent fulfilled Teacher Wen's wish.

It's just that Wen Qiu still doesn't know which corner to squat to feed the flies.

As he went downstairs, he sighed nine twists and eighteen bends in his heart.I didn't see Yin Tong who was behind her also lowered her eyes and pursed her lips, silent like a poor student facing an exam paper.

The stairwell next to the platform is next to the windows. Although the lighting is not good in foggy days, you can still see the road clearly, and it will not be as dark as in the corridor.Yin Tong walked down the steps, switched the fire ax from his left hand to his right hand, hesitated for a while, then couldn't help frowning, and whispered what he hadn't finished just now.

"In fact, I don't think Mr. Chen's way of thinking, um, is quite special." He should have said this to Dong Tiantian, but his voice was not loud, and only An Qi next to him could hear him, "He has always been very supportive. Especially since when Christie was still there," Yin Tong's voice paused, and he tilted his head and smiled helplessly, "well, Christie is here now, but in a different way."

An Qi didn't make a sound, took two steps forward, reached out and hooked his last two fingers.

Those two fingers were a bit cold, and An Qi's was not hot, but the two of them could feel some warmth when they were pressed together, and gradually warmed up after holding for a long time.

Yin Tong drooped his eyes and took a deep breath, and exhaled forcefully as if to embolden himself.He said: "I can actually feel that some of you can't speak, as if you can hesitate or weigh something. At first I thought it was because of my amnesia, but after thinking about it carefully, I probably couldn't explain."

"Just like Mr. Chen is reluctant to mention some things because Cheng Mingque will notice something strange. Dong Tiantian is reluctant to mention some things because he doesn't want Xia Zexing to know. According to the characteristics of reasoning games, nine of the ten protagonists There will always be Infernal Affairs. There is always someone who is deeply ambushed, hidden among everyone from the very beginning, responsible for causing the protagonist group to choose the wrong branch line, so that everyone GG exits," Yin Tong enumerated softly, talking Then he laughed unconsciously, "This game is too difficult."

"Do I have the aura of the protagonist? Why must it be me?"

"I often wonder if my amnesia is caused by myself. You see, there are always such settings in film and television literature, such as sudden amnesia after great sorrow and joy. That's why someone wants me to remember it now."

Yin Tong looked up at An Qi.

They just walked to the platform on the third floor, and the misty sunlight diffused through the cold glass windows and fell on An Qi's soft hair, covering the 17-year-old boy with a layer of bright sand.

It looks unreal.

Yin Tong narrowed his eyes and smiled.

He said: "Perhaps there are drawbacks to my statement. After all, the other party, the GM of the game, moved the timeline back to three years ago, probably to remind us all of something. These plots should be inductive. After all, it is a The reasoning is suspenseful, just like what Chen Yan said just now."

He paused, pulled An Qi and walked towards the dormitory: "If I remember correctly, the so-called 'six hours' is just our inference. I calculated it according to the offline time on the black card. Not sure, but when Chen Yan said this number, he looked very sure, as if he knew it, or he had experienced it personally."

"Has he ever played the game?"

An Qi was silent for a moment, and reached out to hold Yin Tong's hand.He seemed to be muttering something silently in his heart, and seemed to have made up his mind. Five fingers pressed Yintong's fingertips into it, flinched a bit, and then tightened hard.

"I have played," he nodded, and added with downcast eyes, "he has played, you and I, many of us, have played."

"More than once."