Strange talk about the rules: I fast travel with my deskmate

Wu Kexin sighed, got up and began to look for the medicine box Xiong Qingqing mentioned, and found it out of the cabinet after a while.

He took off his clothes with great difficulty, and the incision on it was bloody and bloody.

"Qingqing, look at it, look at it, it's too scary." Wu Kexin complained.

"What is this? Compared with the people you killed, you are considered lucky." Chen Zhijun said.

"What kind of luck is this?" Wu Kexin muttered.

"Of course it's lucky, Qingqing's knife point could have pierced your heart directly." Chen Zhijun said.

Wu Kexin lowered his head, picked up alcohol and began to disinfect the wound.

He gritted his teeth and frowned and closed his eyes in agony with each infusion of alcohol.

Xiong Qingqing and Chen Zhijun are used to this kind of situation, and they have also experienced this kind of pain, and they become numb after many times.

"Hurry up, you have to go to Song Xueqian's grave to worship in a while. You are a murderer, you have to be more religious." Chen Zhijun urged.

Qin Yibin stood up suddenly, carried the drawing board on his back, and went out the door without even looking at them.

"Xiaoxing, where are you going?" Chen Zhijun asked.

Qin Yibin didn't answer, but quickened his pace.

"It seems that everyone is afraid of you, even that bearded uncle is a little afraid of you." Xiong Qingqing said.

"It's better this way, and it's best if they don't provoke me." Chen Zhijun said.

"Zhijun, you have to cover me!" Xiong Qingqing said.

Chen Zhijun patted her shoulder lightly, "Don't worry, I will definitely cover you!"

An Xiaoyan said that he was still cleaning the tableware earnestly. Chen Zhijun and Xiong Qingqing looked at each other, and the two of them immediately understood and came to him.

Chen Zhijun glanced at the cutlery on the table. The knives and forks were already shining brightly, but An Xiaoyan was still fiddling with them.

"Xiaoyue?" Xiong Qingqing called out.

An Xiaoyan raised his head, looked at her and smiled, his smile was a little stiff, and his eyes were even colder.

"Honghong, you look beautiful again today. I just said, you look better in a white dress." An said with a smile.

"Really? Thank you Brother Xiaoyue." Xiong Qingqing said.

An Xiaoyan smiled again, then lowered his head.

Xiong Qingqing looked at Chen Zhijun, and muttered: "It's so strange..."

"Call him again." Chen Zhijun said.

"Xiaoyue?" Xiong Qingqing called again.

An Xiaoyan said that when he raised his head again, the expression on his face was the same as before.

"Honghong, you are so beautiful today, my brother likes you more and more."

After An Xiaoyan finished speaking, she smiled and lowered her head again.

"Try again." Chen Zhijun said.

"Xiaoyue." Xiong Qingqing called for the third time.

"Honghong, you are so cute. Brother Xiaoyue likes Honghong in a skirt the most, like a little princess."

An laughed and said that the expression she looked at her remained the same, as if copied and pasted, without any change.

"This guy is like a program." Chen Zhijun said while pinching his chin.

"It seems that they are only strictly implementing the content on the identity card. He and Qin Yibin should have no risk of breaking the rules." Xiong Qingqing said.

Chen Zhijun nodded, "Yes, because they have already violated the rules, the only players who are still participating now are the three of us, and I don't know if these two guys can recover."

"By the way, Zhijun, when we were in the hotel lounge, Xu...we had a strange talk." Xiong Qingqing lowered his voice.

"What?" Chen Zhijun was surprised.

"At that time, Xu Lingze and I were both in the room. I always felt that someone was watching me, and I couldn't sleep. Then a very familiar voice suddenly came from the ceiling. It was a girl, one of the players who participated in the game this time. "Xiong Qingqing whispered.

"Can't you remember who it is?" Chen Zhijun asked.

Xiong Qingqing shook his head, "I can't remember it, I just think it sounds familiar."

"Ah Ze didn't remember either?" Chen Zhijun asked.

Xiong Qingqing shook his head again, "He didn't either."

Chen Zhijun snorted, "Something's not quite right... We only have 40 players in total, and less than half of the girls are players. With Aze's memory, it shouldn't be impossible to remember."

"Could it be that this voice isn't familiar? It's just a...popular voice?" Xiong Qingqing guessed.

"Well, it's possible, and another possibility is that this timbre doesn't belong to just one person, it's the composite sound of two or more people, so it feels both familiar and unfamiliar." Chen Zhijun said.

"Makes sense."

At this time, Wu Kexin cried out in pain.

The two looked in his direction at the same time, only to see that his face was pale, his head was sweating profusely, and he seemed to be in pain.

After a while, he said weakly: "Qingqing, please help me, please."

"Don't you enjoy this feeling of pain? Why do you need my help?" Xiong Qing gave him an innocent look. She didn't have the slightest sympathy for guys like Wu Kexin.

"But Qingqing...if you don't help me, I might die..." Wu Kexin said.

"If you die, the game will probably be over, and there are only two of us left, just right." Chen Zhijun said.

The hatred in Wu Kexin's heart was already surging like a great river, but with his ability, he had no way to contend with these two people, so he gritted his teeth and endured it, and continued to apply the medicine alone. After taking the medicine, he held the end of the gauze in his mouth, carefully ground bandage.

Chen Zhijun frowned slightly, and said to Xiong Qingqing: "The thing you just said... Now that I think about it, I am a bit scared. Can the dead player become a strange story so quickly? Then the organization behind this game is too powerful. Then... Shouldn't we be under the watchful eye of that hidden monster all the time?"

Xiong Qingqing shook his head lightly, "Probably not, I didn't feel that anyone around me was watching me."

Chen Zhijun breathed a sigh of relief, patted her on the shoulder, and said, "I believe in your sixth sense."

"Let's not delay here, didn't we say we were going to worship Song Xueqian? Let's go and have a look." Xiong Qingqing said.

"Okay, you can ask An Xiaoyan to see if he will go." Chen Zhijun said.

"Him? Can he have that thought?"

Xiong Qingqing was skeptical, turned to look at An Xiaoyan, and asked, "Xiaoyue, go to worship Song...worship Xiaoyang, are you going?"

An Xiaoyan froze for a moment, the smile she just put on froze on her face.

After a while, he slowly put away his smile, put down the spoon in his hand and stood up.

"I don't know where Qin Yibin went." Xiong Qingqing said.

"He went out with a drawing board on his back. He should have gone to gather folk songs. Maybe we can meet him when we go out. The place outside seems to have grown a lot. An laughed and said that if we didn't lead us the way, we really wouldn't be able to find the cemetery. Where." Chen Zhijun said.

"Brother Xiaoyue, we'll go with you." Xiong Qingqing said to An with a smile.

An Xiaoyan said expressionlessly, and walked towards the door, Xiong Qingqing and Chen Zhijun followed behind.

Seeing that the three of them were about to leave, Wu Kexin was also anxious.

"Hey! Wait for me! I'll be fine soon!"

In desperation, Wu Kexin had no choice but to tie a bandage casually, put on his clothes and chased out the door.