dramatic death

Chapter 116

If Cheng Mingque was asked to recall what he did at noon yesterday, he would not be able to recall it.

It is not because of physiological factors such as memory loss, and there are no special debuffs such as dungeon side effects, and it has nothing to do with "the game experience is too terrible, so I lost the memory before entering the dungeon". It was purely because so many things happened that he couldn't figure out the order for a while.

This matter should start from yesterday morning, to be precise, from the moment Cheng Mingque woke up from the nightmare yesterday.

Yesterday morning, 6:23.

Cheng Mingque, who had to stay in dormitory 335 because of the gingerbread man wandering in the corridor, turned over and lay flat on the junction of two single beds, frowning for a long while, waking up from the dream impatiently .Driven away by the thin morning light, he opened his eyes and unconsciously looked up at the cracked wall on the ceiling. After 10 seconds of silence, he recovered his memory and sat up in a trance with his eyes closed.

He hasn't recovered yet, but he can barely remember that he is sitting in Yintong and An Qi's dormitory, his consciousness is still nostalgic for the dream before he woke up, and everything he sees has a white filter.An owner of the dormitory was still curled up in the quilt and slept in the dark, wishing that even the strands of hair could be hidden in the soft cotton wool.The other got up early and was sitting at the end of the bed flipping through something.

Cheng Mingque rubbed his eyes and yawned, and sat holding the quilt for a while, watching An Qi turn over the pages before realizing that he was looking at a thick diary.

It's not that Cheng Mingque's eyes are bad, it's that An Qi's expression is too serious.He was wearing a pair of glasses, looking through silently with downcast eyes, and occasionally wrote some notes with the pen in his hand. It didn't look like he was writing a diary, but he was clearly signing some red-headed document.However, signing documents is not done sitting on the bed. An Qi's posture is always placed in front of the desk, instead of being stuffed in the pitiful little corner at the end of the bed, keeping the same level as Yintong.

Cheng Mingque blinked, hugged the quilt and looked at the other master beside him.

Yin Tong was sleeping soundly, wrapped in the snow-white quilt like a round silk cocoon, the dull hair floating on the quilt surface rose and fell with his breathing, occasionally trembling, avoiding the morning sun and rolling into the bed at last in.While flipping through the notebook in his hand, An Qi helped him tuck the corner of the quilt. Facing his movements, he wrapped the exposed ankles back when he turned over. The movements were familiar and calm, and he insisted on saying "Why are you sitting on the bed?" Here" stuffed back down the throat.

I don't know why, although the sky is not yet bright, Cheng Mingque feels that he is full, and can't help but want to hiccup.

Single dogs really have no human rights.

He got up with his mouth pursed, raised his chin towards the door in response to An Qi's suspicious eyes, then fiddled with his index finger and middle finger alternately, and drew a small walking figure.

——He tried to express the meaning of "I'm going to visit the opposite side", but the body movements were really not very coordinated, and he fiddled with it three times before he saw An Qi nodding to express "understood".

Fortunately, it turned out to be a success.

Cheng Mingque tiptoed out of the bed, carefully wrapped the coat on the back of the chair, and even walked lightly, mouthing "goodbye" with An Qi, while twirling on tiptoe in slow motion doorknob.

An Qi didn't froze on the bed either.The moment Cheng Mingque got out of bed, he closed the book and followed, his movements were as casual as if the host was seeing off a guest, but the moment Cheng Mingque opened the door, he pushed his head down with one hand and smashed the chair to the side Uninvited guests at the door.

The moment the chair legs collided with the door frame, there was a loud noise like a microwave heating an egg.

At 6:26 in the morning, Yintong sat upright like a carp amidst the roar.While calming his breath, he lifted the quilt and looked at the porch where the sound came from. The perverted little monsters in Hakoniwa Online had trained his adaptability to a certain extent, so that before his brain reacted, he had already perfectly Implemented a series of tasks of touching the knife and getting out of bed to put on clothes.

He was almost frightened into a cold sweat, and his calves were still shaking when he stood on the ground.However, after he got out of bed, he realized that he couldn't help at all. The cohabitants at the door and the children who temporarily borrowed had already implemented the policy of morning exercises. Fighting in the alleys of the corners for many years.

Yin Tong supported his forehead, put away the blade of the utility knife, let out a long breath, leaned against the doorway and looked helplessly at the two warmongers in the corridor.

Cheng Mingque pinned the zombie's head, and threw him to the floor with an over-the-shoulder fall.An Qi took the opportunity to smash the glass door of the fire hydrant box in the corridor with a chair, replaced the fire axe, turned around and chopped off the zombie's head.

All movements are done in one go, simply and neatly without sloppy.Yin Tong leaned against the door frame, watching the bloody irregular sphere rolled out and stamped on the smooth corner, a pair of copper bell-sized eyes were turned upside down, saliva and blood were still visible in the gaping tongue. Mixture, then raised his head to face Cheng Mingque's aggrieved face, for a moment he didn't know what expression to put on.

"Boss Yin, I was wrong," Cheng Mingque said, "I disturbed your sleep again."

With a paralyzed face, he followed Cheng Mingque's bloody figure and looked back. The door of 338 opposite opened. Dong Tiantian raised his eyebrows in the crack of the door. The fire ax behind the door joined the morning training team.

The movement triggered by a zombie "uncle" lasted for about two hours, during which no one raised any objections, as if everyone forgot to understand why these things that are neither human nor ghost are endlessly alive.They gave up thinking, unwilling to think and unable to think, some things are only safe to watch on the sidelines, once they go deep into it, they will easily fall into the quagmire.

Cheng Mingque will unconsciously think of this morning for a long time afterwards, maybe not only because he was too frightened when he opened the door, but because of many things and many details, in fact, there was no sound at all. A foreshadowing was laid in it.

For example, Yintong did not have time to analyze the information of the deceased with them. For example, An Qi did not respond to the automatic repair of the fire hydrant box this morning. For example, everyone in the small group "seriously" regarded everything they experienced as a "game". They can't take these things seriously, Cheng Mingque thought, if they "admit" that everything in front of them is alive, it is equivalent to "admitting" that they are committing a crime.

It's like admitting to murder.

Are these monsters roaming the corridors really NPCs?Are they also players?Could there be a trembling soul locked in their huge shell, and would those souls be screaming and weeping, gnashing their teeth at the blade of the ax and calling our names?

No one thinks about it, and no one dares to think about it.

Human self-protection mechanisms are always strong.A woman who has been abused will convince herself: "I love this criminal man deeply", an old man who has been stolen will convince herself: "I am just confused by his smell", and a student who has failed in an exam will convince himself: "This time The test papers are too difficult”, people are always good at convincing themselves, as if not doing so, the psychological defense line will completely collapse.

People are always good at convincing themselves.

Just like at 8:30 in the morning, Cheng Mingque stood in the corridor filled with blood and pieces of flesh, looked at the man standing not far away, and thought for a while before mustering up the courage to go over.

He couldn't remember what he thought when he just opened his eyes, and he couldn't remember why he had to leave the room.But he did it, his limbs always made decisions one step ahead of his mind, as if he was happy to do so, or was used to this distance.

Habit is a hard drug to quit.

He looked at Chen Yan's fingertips revealed a little gold-plated halo, as if he stuffed something into the pocket of his coat.He jumped up and down, pretending not to care, and leaned in front of the other party, raised his head, and tried his best to put on an innocent expression.

"What is that?" Cheng Mingque asked.

Chen Yan looked down at him, was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes and said, "It belongs to an acquaintance."

"friend?"

"No." Chen Yan answered quickly this time, and his expression was still not very relaxed. After denying it, he immediately looked away and pursed his lips, obviously unwilling to say more.

Seeing that he couldn't find any information, Cheng Mingque simply blinked and changed the subject.He asked, "What shall we do next?" Wiping the blood on the soles of his shoes, he waited for Chen Yan's answer without idleness, as if trying to clean himself from the pool of blood.

However, a clear belly sound interrupted his movements, and Cheng Mingque froze in embarrassment. After hesitating for a while, he raised his head and blinked pitifully.

"Can we go downstairs and get something to eat?" he asked timidly. "I seem, seem, maybe, a little hungry."

……

In dormitory 335, Cheng Mingque drooped his head under the eyes of everyone condemning him, and hugged his head with a "owwow".

"Don't look at me, it's normal for people to eat and drink. The timing of my proposal is not right, but hunger is beyond my control."

Yin Tong smiled silently, and gave Chen Yan a sympathetic look.Dong Tiantian rolled his eyes mercilessly, leaned on the back of the chair and stared at Cheng Mingque who was curled up on the desk behind him, sneered and said, "Then you went downstairs? Swaggering without anyone accompanying you Did you go downstairs to the canteen to buy food?"

"Please don't say it, we look more like idiots," Cheng Mingque squeezed out a tearless voice from between his fingers, but he quickly calmed down and sat cross-legged on the desk, An expression of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.

"And then we went downstairs."

"However, there is one strange thing," he looked up at Yin Tong, "there is no monster in the stairwell we chose."

"It's very 'clean', whether it's the walls or the steps, it's 'clean' as if it has been cleaned by someone."