After a max-level boss mistakenly enters the infinite game

Dijia sat quietly in the office for five minutes when there was a knock on the door outside the room.

Two security guards held up their slender arms, one on the left and the other on the right, half dragging and half dragging the young man to the door of the room.

The prison uniform on the young man's body was somewhat tattered due to whipping, and the outside of the poor-quality linen cloth was stained with a mixture of mud, blood, and water.

The two guards held Baili Xin up and stood helpless at the door, not even daring to raise their heads to look at the terrifying existence aloft.

The man glanced at the pale young man with blurred eyes: "Why are you still standing outside? Bring people in."

The security guard hesitated and helped the man move two steps inside. One of them boldly asked: "Sir, where are you putting me?"

This is the chief's office, and the prisoner's clothes are so dirty that they will stain the office wherever they are placed.

The young man snorted unconsciously. His lips were as white as the falling snow outside the window against the blush on his cheeks.

The man just glanced at it and looked away, "Put it on the bed and get a brazier over. Where's the doctor?"

The guard was stunned for a moment, but he still respectfully placed the person on the big black bed. "The doctor has been called and should be here soon."

Rapid footsteps sounded in the corridor. As the footsteps approached, a man in a white coat hurriedly held on to the door frame to steady his steps, "Sir, I'm here. Are you injured? Are you okay?

Where does it hurt?"

"It's not me." The man in military uniform pointed towards the only big bed in the room, "Go and see him, he is sick."

The doctor's originally worried expression froze, and he looked at the figure lying on the bed in surprise.

Because of the obstruction of two security guards, he could only vaguely see some details of the person on the bed. When he saw the prison clothes clearly, he couldn't help but frown.

Prisoner?

Why did the prisoner appear in the chief's office?

When he heard the security officer asking him to go to the warden's office for medical treatment, he thought the chief was sick.

A mere prisoner deserves to lie on the officer's bed?

The doctor quickly suppressed his unhappiness in his heart, walked to the bed quietly, and silently diagnosed the patient on the bed.

The security guard had already left the office at Dijia's signal, and now only men in military uniforms, a doctor and a young man lying on the bed with trance-like eyes were left in the huge room.

At this time, the temperature outside had dropped to more than ten degrees below zero, and heavy snow fell from the sky, covering the land.

The heavy snow brings not only the vast white scenery, but also the extremely cold temperatures.

The security guard came back and brought a hot brazier according to Dijia's instructions.

After the sound of footsteps and the sound of the door opening and closing, the room became quiet again.

The man in military uniform always maintained a sitting posture with his legs crossed and his eyes scrutinizingly staring at the two people on the bed.

The charcoal in the brazier made "cracking" and "cracking" sounds. The high temperature turned the charcoal from pitch black to fiery red. The burned out and useless charcoal turned from fiery red into a pile of scattered ashes.

After a while, the doctor who was busy beside the bed slowly stood up and said, "Sir, it's nothing serious. I just caught a cold. An injection will take effect immediately."

"It looks like he hasn't eaten for a while, which is why he is so weak now."

"Sir, don't worry. This prisoner's life is not in danger. Send him back to the cell and watch him finish his meal. I'm sure he'll be fine tomorrow."

The man in military uniform was silent. He stood up from the sofa and walked to the bed. He stared at the young man on the bed with a razor-like gaze, his eyes wandering downward from the young man's hair little by little.

Finally, his eyes were fixed on the young man's red whiplash, "Where is his whiplash? Does he need any medicine?"

The doctor was stunned for a moment, but then he immediately replied: "You can use medicine, or you don't need to use medicine. His body has been sterilized with salt water, and it won't be inflamed. At most, it will leave some scars. As a grown man,

It’s okay to leave some scars.”

Man in military uniform: "..."

The doctor paused and continued: "Besides, I know this person. He is the thief who stole the Sun-Kissed Crown, right? Such a felony is definitely the death penalty. Since he is about to die, it doesn't matter what happens.

Just take a breath."

"You talk too much," displeasure flashed in the man's eyes, "Do you really think his life is worthless? The Queen was furious about the disappearance of Sun Kiss. ​​He is the only clue that can find Sun Kiss. ​​If

If he dies, we all have to be punished. Whether it's antipyretics or scar treatment, you have to treat him well."

A chill suddenly rose from the doctor's back, and his body stiffened suddenly, "I, I understand, sir, it's my subordinate who is stupid. I will treat his wounds now."

The doctor gave the young man an injection of antipyretic medicine, then took out the scissors from the tool box and pointed them at the young man's clothes.

He carefully cut the clothes around the young man's wound into pieces. After making a few cuts, he found that there were still wounds inside the clothes. He simply used the scissors to cut all the tattered prison clothes into pieces, exposing the young man's upper body.

His smooth body was covered with criss-crossing red whip marks.

Squeeze out the ointment from the latex glove and put it on your fingertips, then apply it freely on the young man's wound.

The cold ointment stung the young man's nerves, and the half-conscious young man couldn't help but let out an instinctive hum, and the facial features on his broken face also wrinkled.

He looked weak and pitiful.

The man standing beside the bed like a peak had dark and unpredictable eyes, staring at the doctor's hands coldly.

The eyes that could not be ignored were chasing his fingers, and the doctor couldn't hide his nervousness. Suddenly, he pressed hard on the young man's wound with his hand, and the young man immediately let out a suppressed and sad moan.

His wrist was suddenly grasped with a force as heavy as pliers, and the man in military uniform said coldly: "Leave the ointment and go out first."

Strong pressure suddenly came over, and the doctor's hand shook, and the metal tray placed beside the bed was accidentally knocked over to the ground with a "pop" sound, making a crisp sound.

The doctor looked up at the man above him with a pale face: "Sir, sir, I'm sorry."

The man let go of the doctor's wrist: "You're so frizzy, put your things away."

The doctor winced and lowered his head to collect the tools that had fallen to the ground. When he looked up again, he found that the man had sat beside the bed and took the ointment in his hand. He seemed to be preparing to apply the medicine to the young man.

The doctor was startled and quickly said respectfully: "Sir, let me do it. He is a dirty prisoner, and it is a great honor you have given him to lie on the bed where you rest. How can he deserve to be given the medicine yourself?"

"If I don't give him medicine, do I still want you to continue to aggravate the condition of this important person? I have said that he is the only clue to find the Kiss of the Sun. What I want is not his life, but that he lives well.

, I will not leave such an important person in the hands of you who are not good at business, do you understand? If you understand, please step aside now. I don’t want to repeat the same thing a second time.”

The doctor gritted his teeth and finally said nothing but bent down and said in awe: "Sir, then I'll take my leave."

The door to the room opened and closed, and now only a man in black uniform and a weak young man on the bed were left in the room.

The man glanced at Priscilla emotionlessly, then took off his leather gloves after a few seconds and walked into the room next to him.

Hearing the footsteps of the man leaving, the young man who had always been weak slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes were clear and clear, but there was no chaos and weakness just now.

The sound of rushing water came from the small room next to it.

Priscilla took advantage of the man's departure to silently look at the room.

This is a large office. There are only two colors in the huge room: black and white. At first glance, it seems like you have entered some kind of unlucky room.

Black desk, black office chair, black sofa, black cabinet, black bed, even the quilt and pillows are black.

A few words echoed throughout the room: rigid, rigorous, and lifeless.

Priscilla's eyes fell outside the window.

The black curtains were rolled up and hung on both sides, and there was heavy white snow outside the window.

Looking out from here, you can see a large yard, and beyond that is a high wall.

White snow fell on the wall, and the metal wire that had not yet been buried was exposed from the white snow. It stood there silently, and forcefully told others how terrible it was.

It seems like a forgotten area.

Depressed, empty.

There are only two colors: black and white, and other colors are lost.

The sound of rushing water stopped, and the crisp sound of leather shoes on the ground could be heard.

Priscilla looked away and closed her eyes.

The sound of footsteps soon reached my ears, and there was the sound of rustling cloth, and then a warm, moist and soft touch fell on my body.

The feeling slowly spread over her body, and Bai Lixin was stunned for a moment.

Dijia was so busy inside just now that she soaked a towel in hot water and wiped herself.

With your eyes closed and you lose the ability to accept the outside world with your eyes, your other senses will naturally improve.

The other party's strength was very gentle, and the towel took care of every corner of him.

Especially when he came to the location of the wound, he could feel the opponent's deliberate slowdown and avoidance force.

The corner of his mouth couldn't help but evoke a smile.

In this bitingly cold winter day, this is really a heart-warming gesture.

After wiping his upper body, the man applied ointment to his hands and reapplied the medicine to the young man.

After taking the medicine at work, he took a brief look at the young man's legs. After finding that there were no injuries on the young man's legs, he ignored it.

When everything was done, the man covered the young man with a quilt.

When he passed the brazier, he thought about it and kicked the brazier towards the bed.

Then the man sat back on the sofa, staring at the bed through the quiet air with cold eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

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Studio.

【"If This Isn't Love"】

[I picked out the candy from the knife and ate it, my family.]

[Big Boss: Although my eyes say I’m not interested in you, my body is very honest. 】

[Boss: I’m just trying not to be punished by the queen, not because I feel sorry for my wife.]

【Get the bamboo shoots, guys.】

[Who would have thought that the boss didn’t say a word, didn’t say a flirty word, but I felt love from his actions.] [So what is the boss thinking about now? 】

[I know, I know, I must be thinking, "Why is this little goblin so beautiful?" "I only saved him because of the queen's order." "I just can't let him die." "But why am I so nice to him?" "Is it me?

Have you fallen in love with him?" "Yes, I have fallen in love with him."]

[Novel authors dare to write like this. Come on, I’ll give you the pen, and you’ll write the script. I’ll see the ending tomorrow.]

[Another contestant has been released from prison, and the other eight people have already started looking for evidence, and Xin Shen is still here to talk about love. Is it still too late? 】

[So what if you let them circle, Xin Shen takes action and will definitely overtake in corners!]

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When Bai Lixin woke up, she smelled the aroma of rice.

He originally just wanted to pretend to be dizzy for a while, but ended up falling asleep unconsciously under Di Jia's gentleness.

It was still daytime outside, and the snow outside the window had stopped at some point, leaving only a vast expanse of white.

He looked out in confusion and saw a dining cart placed not far from the bedside. The food on the dining cart was still steaming white.

There is a set of prison uniforms neatly stacked on the bedside table.

"woke up?"

A low, emotionless voice sounded in the room. Baili Xin followed the sound and looked to see that Di Jia was sitting on the sofa in the distance, looking at him.

The black felt military coat on his body had been taken off at some point, and the black hat on his head was also hung on the hanger. His silver hair complemented the white snow outside the window, shining with the radiance of stars.

Baili Xin was a little distracted for a moment, staring blankly at the silent man.

The man didn't get an answer, and there was no change on his face.

He stood up with his slender legs on the ground. His belt and armed belt outlined the man's figure. His straight shoulders and back, his thin waistline, his height and long legs, Bailixin couldn't find even a single flaw.

The man suddenly walked up to Bai Lixin and looked down at him.

Just when Bailixin was lost in thought, the man stretched out his hand. Bailixin was stunned and felt a rough touch on his forehead. Two seconds later, the man withdrew his hand and said, "It seems that the fever has subsided. When you wake up, put on your clothes and put some food on the table."

Eat, I have something to ask you."

The expression on his face did not change from the beginning to the end, and he looked businesslike.

Priscilla regained her composure, said "thank you", put on the clothes on the bedside table and ate some food obediently.

While he was doing this, the man was still sitting on the sofa where he had been sitting, staring at Prisin. His eyes were emotionless. Rather than looking at Prisin, it would be more vivid to use the word "surveillance".

Time passed by, and the clock on the wall had gone from twelve o'clock to twelve thirty.

The man was not in a hurry and just waited quietly for Bailixin to finish eating.

It wasn't until Bai Lixin put down his chopsticks that the man continued: "Are you full?"

Bai Lixin nodded: "I'm full, thank you."

Man: "Don't thank me. It's my duty to keep the prisoner alive until I get the answer I want to know. Come over after eating. I have something to ask you."

Seeing the young man approaching, the man in military uniform stretched out his long arm and took the information on the coffee table into his hand, "What's your name?"

"Brisin."

"Bai Lixin?" The man read the name and opened the record book. "It says your name is 'Mr. X'. Which name is true?"

Bai Lixin: "Both are correct. My official registration is 'Mr. x', but you can call me 'Bai Li Xin'."

Man: "Can I call you 'Brisin', which is another name for you?"

Bai Lixin nodded: "Yes, I will only tell this name to people I trust."

The man raised his head and glanced at the young man. The young man's thick eyelashes were like two small fans, half-hiding the other person's bright and sincere sight under their shadow. "You mean, I am someone you can trust?"

"Of course." The young man smiled, "Didn't you rescue me from the cell? Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to stand here and talk to you. The fact that you can help me like this means that you definitely believe in me and trust me.

I didn’t steal the Sun Kissed Crown.”

The man looked at the young man in front of him thoughtfully, his sharp gaze passing through the young man's face inch by inch, and finally he looked into the other person's eyes, "I think you misunderstood, I am not your partner, I am yours"

Judge."

"There is no need to play tricks like this on me. I have encountered many people like you. They either disguise themselves with sincerity, or use false lies to try to confuse my judgment, but they have found the wrong opponent."

"the same as you."

"I'm not helping you. I brought you here to treat you just because you are an important prisoner. You are still valuable to me. Before I get the answer I want, I won't let you easily."

Die."

"And..." the man paused, his eyes flashing coldly, "I don't like the prisoners I interrogate to have scars left by others. In contrast, I prefer to destroy my prisoners with my own hands. Seeing him

It's my pleasure to fall apart bit by bit from the healthiest state."

"But you are right about one thing. I do believe you. I believe that in the next few days, you will definitely bring a little different fun to my boring life."

The first smile, but this smile was extremely cold, "I hope you can hold on a little longer and don't let me lose this happiness so quickly."

The expected fear did not appear on the young man's face. Instead, the young man raised a smile: "Okay, if it can make your life more happy, then I will be happy to cooperate with you."

Di Jia's eyes turned cold, and he examined the young man in front of him with sharp eyes.

He tried to find flaws and strong disguises in the other person's face and eyes, but in the end he found nothing.

The young man seemed... to be laughing from the bottom of his heart.

Dijia's chin drooped slightly, and his long eyelashes covered the confusion in his eyes.

What tricks is this man playing?

"So now you don't admit that you are a prisoner, and you don't want to tell me the whereabouts of Sun Kiss?" After a long time, Di Jia raised his head again, his beautiful lips pursed into a line.

Bai Lixin: "There is another criminal, but I can help you find the real murderer, as long as you give me time."

Dijia threw the information in his hand on the table, "It seems that there is no need to continue normal communication. Come with me."

Seeing the man in military uniform getting up, Prisin asked: "Where are you going?"

Dijia had already walked to the door and put on his black felt coat. He stretched out his long arms to take off his hat, turned and walked to Baili Xin. The large coat wrapped the man's whole body in thick black shadow. The man stood in Baili Xin.

In front of Xin, it is like a towering peak, majestic and majestic.

He looked down at him while putting on his hat, "Take you to where you should go."

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Minutes later, Bai Lixin followed Dijia into a dark room that was completely enclosed on all sides.

This room is larger than other interrogation rooms, and the layout inside is also different from other interrogation rooms.

In addition to the familiar cross, there are also various strange torture instruments hanging on the wall, each of which seems to be unforgettable.

Probably due to Tiga's habit, there was no one else in the room except the two of them, and no security guard followed him.

The cold metal door closed. Bai Lixin glanced at the cross and said uncertainly: "You want to tie me up? And beat me?"

The man glanced at Bai Lixin: "What, are you scared?"

The young man pursed his lips, and grievance flashed in his eyes: "How on earth do you believe that the prisoner is not me? Why can't you just listen to me?"

Dijia: "..."

A big hand pressed on Bai Lixin's shoulder, and the man said indifferently: "I won't punish you today. I brought you here to introduce you to the tools in this room."

The palm moved slowly along the shoulder, and soon came to the young man's slender neck. The black leather gloves passed across the fair and fragile neck, and finally fell on the young man's delicate chin.

The man stood behind the young man, controlling the other man's chin with his palm and forcing him to look directly in front of him: "Did I not show you the cross, but the metal cylinder behind the cross?"

Priscilla was forced to look at the strange torture device in the corner.

It was a cylindrical device, as tall as a person, and looked like a big bell from the outside. There was an open door in the middle of the cylinder. Looking from here, one could see that the inside was filled with sharp thorns.

"The name of this torture instrument is the 'Iron Maiden'. The victim will be locked in the innermost part. When the door is closed, all the spikes on it will sink into the victim's body. The victim will taste a hundred times the taste inside.

pain, but the victim usually does not die."

"These spikes have been specially treated. The needles can penetrate deep enough to penetrate the body surface, but they do not penetrate into fatal internal organs."

"But the victims still died. Do you know how they died?"

Priscilla blinked.

The man pinched Baili Xin's chin, bowed his body slightly and pressed his cold lips to Baili Xin's ear, "They watched their blood flow in, and they died of pain in constant despair."

The leather gloves scratched the young man's neck, and the man's deep voice was heard in his ears. The cold air blew on Bai Lixin's ears, making his ears itch.

So close to me.

Bailixin's heart skipped a beat and she shivered physiologically.

Feeling the young man's fear and trembling, the man opened his chin with satisfaction, "Are you scared? Do you want to introduce some other toys to you? Every toy in this room gives the victim the same experience as the Iron Maiden.

'Likewise, no one can escape unscathed from these instruments of torture."

He paused and looked down at the young man's pale face and moist, shining eyes.

A few seconds later, the man patted the young man on the shoulder: "Your injury has not healed yet. I just came to take you to say hello to them today. Let's go back."

…

The doctor is getting ready to find the chief.

After much thought, he decided to apologize to the superior and once again asked to treat the prisoner himself.

No matter how he thought about it, he felt that the prisoner was not worthy of sleeping in the officer's bed. This time, even if he was punished by the officer, he would stick to his opinion.