after falling asleep

Chapter 898 69. Do You Like Lu Lili's Family Fun? (Blink)
The firelight licked the resting cheeks around it.

In the flowing silence, two faint voices of conversation sounded with the "crackling" of the bonfire.

"You must write the most clichéd script. You invite star actors, hosts, and athletes to perform, but you don't invite comedians. What buzzwords, real-time news, you can put it all together. It's the end of the show, don't worry about anything. It’s okay, everyone has to say ‘eat~dumpling~smash~’, an authentic Mandarin, Bel has tradition.”

"Add love to the sketch, write it as if it were mentally handicapped, and it will cause a lot of quarrels. If you add some family affection, what kind of conflicts in the neighborhood don't come home to urge marriage. It's just a word, embarrassing!"

"The surrounding programs either focus on current affairs or speak out for the organization. If you write a short story about your parents, you will be embarrassed to say hello to them."

"You said such a program, what platform should it be on?"

Yinghua thought for a while: "I think it's going to be a school graduation party, right?"

"Graduation party? Star Federation TV started! Don't think this can be on, you have to study the psychology of the TV station. Can it be on if it's just funny? Isn't it a waste of opportunity if so many people can't watch it?"

"So, our slogan for making sketches is——"

"Don't ask to be funny, but to teach!"

The conversation gradually fades away, and the sound of firewood crackling and long breathing replaces the quiet resting place, and time flows quietly.

"I like cats more than dogs. Fruits grow on the eaves. Catch it immediately and don't let it be worn on the bridge of the nose by office workers..."

In the vague dream, a sharp cry pierced the morning mist.

"ah------!!!"

Mu Su woke up in a daze: "Screaming... Is there a new case?"

The sticky phlegm tendons of the vigil are elastic and the cool night Tangram rushes out of the resting place, and the sleeping players wake up one after another, seeing them dragging the screaming cat nine back.

"I'm cracked!"

Hearing this, Mu Su thought that besides himself, there are people playing outdated Internet buzzwords.

"He was attacked?"

Qianye watched carefully as Mao Jiu kicked his legs and covered his face and screamed, blood oozing from between his fingers.

"Stop barking! Tell me what's wrong!"

Tianmo was annoyed by the noise, and the others were also worried about the monster being introduced.

"It hurts! It hurts like being pulled out of the nose hair all the time!"

Mao Jiu's miserable howl made others twitch their noses empathetically, and stopped complaining about his noise.

Cat Nine’s intermittent narration allows the anxiously waiting players to get the intermittent truth: he didn’t encounter anything, was not attacked, or in other words—it wasn’t a monster that attacked him.

"I want to see if the fog has cleared... approaching the cliff... the body seems to be split... I just retreated and then... my face cracked!"

"There is nothing outside the cave." Said Tangram observing the cool night outside.

Wangwen Wenqin's persuasion made Mao Jiu move his palm to show the wound... The bloody and bloody cuts extended from the scalp to the jaw.

"Like being drawn across the courtyard by something..."

Observed by Qianye Whisper, the wound was definitely done by unconventional force - from the forehead to the lower jaw, the depth of the wound is the same, if it was a sharp weapon, it would cut the entire nose.

"Mind if I pull it away?" Qianye stared at the eyes that were dripping with blood.

"mind."

The pain like plucking nose hair made Mao Jiu feel that his head was splitting open—although he was indeed splitting.

"Tianmo, hold him down."

Tianmo skillfully straddled Maojiu, twisting his arms.

While all player attributes are average, size and weight are recessive attributes.

"Don't... ouch! Nose hair! Nose hair!" Mao Jiu repeatedly screamed comically, his teary eyes still oozing blood from the stimulation.

"Scream if you want something to be drawn."

Wangwen Wenqie pressed Mao Jiu's constantly shaking head, Qianye gathered the ends of his hair, pressed close to his face and gently opened the wound.

The cartilage at the tip of the nose was also cut open, as well as the slightly curved nasal septum. Mao Jiu kept twitching his nose and Qianye moved closer to observe the wound on the nasal septum——

Outside the crowd, the naive and ignorant Mu Su looked as if he was caressing Maojiu's cheek, as if Qianye was about to kiss him, something emerged deep in his heart...

A palm holding a rag came to wipe the blood, and Qianye let the owner of the palm wipe off the obstructing blood, without worrying about sepsis—in this world, it is just the most insignificant of countless dangers.

"What hurts you is not a direct injury, but a certain force." Qianye analyzed.

Regardless of whether it was a hard skull or a soft nose tip or lips, the depth of the wounds were all strangely consistent, like a sharp enough blade of only 0.3 cm along Mao Jiu's forehead to his jaw.

"Did your face get close to anything?"

Mao Jiu, who no longer yelled "nose hair", pressed the bloodline on his cheeks, enduring the pain: "No...should...just get close to the edge of the cliff and look out?"

He remembered that he had leaned forward on the edge of the cliff to look down, and then the sharp pain suddenly emerged——

"Heh heh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The screams suddenly resounded through the calm cave, and Mu Su, who had slipped out at some point, rushed back to the resting place with his bloodstained face howling.

"And my face—my face—"

Musu fell to Qianye, and was subconsciously supported by her, and slowly lowered with difficulty supporting the weight.

Mao Jiu, whose blood volume was gradually declining, stopped humming, and got up in a daze to make room for Mu Su.

"I'll hold him down!" Tianmo excitedly approached and stretched out his hand, and suddenly slammed into the cracks between the cracked fingers, showing resentment: "No need..."

Tianmo felt cold all over his body and stiffened in place.

"Then be careful not to move around." Qianye didn't force it, and leaned closer to Musu's face to observe the wound. The bloodstain from forehead to jaw was exactly the same as that of Maojiu.

His fingers brushed over the edge of the wound, wiping away the blood, revealing the pale and tender skin.Didn't notice the wound Qianye subconsciously got closer, and suddenly noticed something strange - the scream of pain disappeared.

The eyes moved down, the eyes close at hand were closed, and the lips were pursed.

Realizing something, Qianye beckoned at Wangwenwenqie, and quietly backed away...

And Mu Su's brows gradually frowned, feeling the breath sprayed on something, and the coldness bounced back—the eyelashes fluttered and opened, and a terrifying and fleshy face came into view.

"What are you doing!"

Mu Su hugged his chest and sat up quickly.

"I did not do anything……"

The innocent looked back.

Ignoring Musu, who was pretending to be injured, they returned to Maojiu, and he led them to the edge of the cave.

"It's like spicy rice."

With his cheeks cracked and his speech leaking, Maojiu identified the crime site—a cliff with nothing but rock debris.

"We did not seem to be close to the cliff yesterday." Wangwen Wenqie recalled.

Qianye stepped forward at this time, and slowly stopped on the edge of the cliff, stretching out his palm as if wanting to touch something.

"Going further..."

Mao Jiu said behind him that Qianye's hand was still within the range of the cave.

So she took another step forward, poking out the cave with her fingertips.

tear-

Qianye suddenly frowned and retracted his fingers.

A line of blood spread along the fingertips to the knuckles, and was submerged by oozing blood beads.

(End of this chapter)