Thriller Hunting Program

Ling Chengmu has no idea about how long it has been supported on the outer wall of the gymnasium. She only remembers that the blood wave grew higher and higher, forcing her and Qin Ce to keep climbing. , I'm afraid not so strong.

Then the night training finally ended, and the two were teleported back to the dormitory.

She threw away the blood-stained school uniform, took a hot shower, and climbed into bed—of course, she almost closed her eyes during the bathing process, symbolically respecting Qin Ce's body structure.

Therefore, she is more satisfied with Qin Ce's temporary blindness, at least she can't see what she shouldn't see.

She washed first, put on her new school uniform and lay on the bed to ask Qin Ce, "Do you need help?"

"unnecessary."

"great."

When she got a negative answer, she turned over with peace of mind and fell asleep in the quilt.

The night in the early morning is still dark.

It's strange to say, probably because it occupied Qin Ce's body. In the past, Ling Chengmu seldom dreamed, but tonight he had an unprecedented long dream, and it was still from Qin Ce's perspective.

Although the dream was long, the picture was broken and flashed back, making her unable to find any clues.

She saw the uniform of the Time and Space Inspectorate, the metal cufflinks and the watch complemented each other;

She saw the four-sided fenced training ground; saw the information center covered with monitors, like the information center of the monitoring center; saw the executive officer's office with black, white and gray as the main color;

Strangely, she seemed to really have an impression of these places.

From Qin Ce's point of view, stepping forward seems to have passed through a long corridor.

Through the window on the side of the corridor, you can see the space-time barrier that covers the entire Inspectorate. The dark light floats, and there are hidden star patterns flickering.

There are no mountains, rivers, lakes and seas, no flowers and trees, no day, only endless night.

Draw the ground as a prison.

She heard someone calling with a smile, "Ace."

When he turned around suddenly, the figure flashed by and disappeared into the permeating mist.

The blurred images overlapped and reappeared, but someone was asking in a deep voice, which rang clearly in the ears.

——Qin Ce, have you decided?

- If you really don't regret it, then I will keep my promise.

- He and I will keep our promises.

...

Gunshots erupted.

Ling Chengmu lowered her head, she saw that in the dark and cold cell, the lightning-like light went on and off from time to time, and blood dripped continuously, splattering the metal locks under her feet.

Such a sad and desperate mood, even in a dream, she can also feel the same.

At the end of the dream, the eyelashes seemed to be stained with blood, and the field of vision was narrow and covered in blood. She could only vaguely see the slanted note on the messy desk.

The note reads: You must remember her.

You must remember her.

The pen falls off the table, and the screen turns black.

Ling Chengmu suddenly opened her eyes, she subconsciously rolled over and sat up, who knew that one of the center of gravity was unstable and fell directly from the upper bunk.

The next second, she was taken into her arms by someone.

...a moment of silence.

Ling Chengmu felt her long hair that was loose, and noticed the familiar, thick darkness in front of her.

She seemed to understand.

"Returned?"

"Um."

"Why are you by my bedside?"

Qin Ce was helpless at her strange question: "I was passing by, I was going to wash my face, and I caught up with you and fell."

Ling Chengmu was expressionless: "Oh, then please put me down, don't hold me."

"..."

Qin Ce leaned over and put her on the chair beside the table. The two of them were relatively speechless, and they didn't know where to start.

In the end, Ling Chengmu spoke first.

"I have no luck anymore. After tossing for a night, I changed it back during the day, and my eyes are still blind."

Qin Ce replied in a low voice, "Thank you for your hard work."

"Yo, I didn't expect you to say something human." Ling Chengmu said, "Then in order to prove your sincere gratitude, please guide me through the whole process today."

"..."

In the cafeteria, the team members, together with Jin Xia and his party, were drinking porridge collectively.

Except for Wu Shijiu and Lu Ling, these two said that they didn't want to have anything to do with rice-based food for a long time.

"Braised pork rice, who wants to cut meat and stuffing from the corpse?" Wu Shijiu clenched his hands tightly, filled with righteous indignation, "Not to mention the corpse is so rotten!"

Lu Ling complained: "Okay, anyway, it's not you who cut the meat and chop the stuffing."

"Then don't I look disgusting? Didn't my fragile heart suffer a huge trauma?" Wu Shijiu rolled him a glance, then asked Guanyue Lingzi, "Sister Lingzi, did you all go well last night?"

Guanyue Lingzi thought for a while: "It's okay, Mr. Jin runs faster than I thought."

"Mr. Jin? Run fast?"

"Yes, there were too many ghosts in the art museum last night, and my buff couldn't handle it. Mr. Jin carried me and ran away - Mr. Jin is such a good person."

Chang Su confirmed the matter: "Yes, Brother Jin runs...too...too fast, I suspect he is Flash...The Flash."

Jin Xia is still a little embarrassed: "Hey, no, I have to contribute to my roommates no matter what, I can't always let the girl protect me."

After he finished speaking, he looked up inadvertently and saw Qin Ce coming from a distance.

Qin Ce was holding one end of the blind stick in his hand, and Ling Chengmu was holding the other end behind them.

"...what's the matter?"

Xu Xiao explained: "Chengcheng should be temporarily blinded again. This is the sequelae she left in the jungle system. Even if the soul is exchanged with Executive Qin, the sequelae of her body will not change."

"That means that the warden is now guiding Qin Ce to the blind?" Jin Xia was unhappy, "What is the status of our warden, can we do such a thing?"

He suddenly got up, stepped forward and snatched Qin Ce's blind cane.

"Warden, you let him be self-reliant!"

Ling Chengmu was speechless: "What's wrong with you? I'm blind."

"I know you're blind! Don't think about using the warden's body to do anything wrong!"

"...I'm the **** warden of yours. We've changed back. Do you understand?"

"?"

Jin Xia was shocked, and his teammates hurriedly surrounded Ling Chengmu when they heard the words.

"Are you all right, warden?"

"What to drink, warden?"

"Do you eat bean buns, warden?"

"You sit here Warden!"...

Xu Xiao moved his seat beside Ling Chengmu's seat and asked her softly, "Are you you again?"

"Yes, I am me again."

He sighed inexplicably: "How do you feel about using the body of Executive Qin?"

Ling Chengmu had a half-smile but not a smile: "I have a good figure and good physical strength, except that I like to have nightmares at night and the quality of sleep is not high, everything is fine."

"What nightmare did you have?"

"I did..." She hesitated for a while, and finally shook her head, "I can't remember."

While talking, Jin Xia had brought a bowl of sweet and salty porridge to her.

His voice was like a bell: "Prisoner, please have a meal!"

"..." Ling Chengmu, who was in deep thought, was rarely taken aback. She was silent for a moment, her eyebrows raised slightly, "Next time you yell like this, I'll shove your head into the cavity."

"?"

Today is history class.

Ling Chengmu didn't listen to what the npc said in detail. She was just a sleepy blind man, her body was swaying from side to side, and she was drowsy.

When she was about to lean towards the aisle of the table and chairs, Qin Ce next to him stretched out his hand, gently and steadily protecting her ear, and took her back to his side.

Natural vigilance made Ling Chengmu wake up instantly, but she quickly realized whose hand it was, so she didn't say anything.

His fingertips touched her skin, and the temperature seemed a little cooler than before.

Somehow, she was aware of it at that moment, and he was uneasy.

She tilted her head slightly, her butterfly-like eyelashes blinked lightly, brushing over his palm.

Qin Ce put his fingers together and looked down at her: "Didn't you fall asleep?"

"I fell asleep, and you woke me up again." She deliberately asked back, "Executive officer, how is my skin? Can it be broken by blowing a bullet?"

"..."

She smiled: "How about it, what did you hear from the history class?"

"It doesn't make any sense."

"Yes?"

"Only heard a little."

"Which point?"

"Right or wrong, history is always written by the victors."

And many unknown truths are often buried in the dust of time, and they can no longer be exposed to the sun for a lifetime.

This is a cruel reality and an impermanent fate.

The NPCs on the podium were chattering non-stop, Ling Chengmu crossed his hands and supported the table, for a long time, the corners of his lips raised slightly.

"Okay, then we'll be the winners," she said.

The subject she used was, we.

She wants to grab the pen and write the ending she wants.

This is the fourth night at the Red Maple Ghost School.

It was also the fourth night when Ling Chengmu handed in a blank.

When the watch sounded, she still lay on the upper bunk to catch up with sleep until Qin Ce called her.

"It's time to prepare."

"What can I prepare for? I'm just a weak and helpless blind man. I depended on me last night and you tonight."

Qin Ce paused and responded calmly, "Don't worry."

He took her hand and helped her get out of bed. The moment Ling Chengmu stepped on the ground, the environment of the dormitory distorted and changed, and the night training started.

This time, the two were teleported to a locker room.

Yes, the dressing room, with mirrors and dressers, and full of fancy dresses, skirts, masks and decorations, as well as countless high-heeled shoes.

Ling Chengmu reached out and touched the satin skirt of a certain evening dress: "What is this?"

"The dressing room." Qin Ce explained, "It seems to be the backstage of the masquerade."

"Masquerade ball?" She looked suddenly, "Then according to the general rules, we also have to change clothes?"

"Um."

"Then you can just help me pick one, and pick something plain."

Qin Ce really agreed. He walked around the dressing room and finally settled on a small dress with orange and pink as the main color, decorated with feathers and veil.

He held the skirt in his hand and opened one of the doors for Ling Chengmu.

"Go change."

Ling Chengmu always changed clothes quickly, and came out within three minutes. She pulled at the neckline of the one-shoulder, and her face was full of suspicion.

"It's really a neat dress? Don't you lie."

"Very plain." Qin Ce leaned over and adjusted the skirt for her. "The length is only up to the knees, and there are inner linings. What's wrong, it's convenient for you to beat someone."

"Oh, it makes sense." Ling Chengmu accepted this statement, she asked him, "Have you changed? Let's go."

"etc."

"Wait for what?"

Qin Ce glanced at her watch, and there was a five-minute countdown on it, the countdown to the official start of the dance.

in time.

He led her to the vanity mirror.

"You're still short of a hairstyle to match this skirt."

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