Is He Really The Protagonist?

Ji Xiaoxiang held the snow gun as if nothing had happened and pushed open the ajar door.

The structure of the room is the same as hers, with a simple layout. On the left hand side of the door are the clothes racks, followed by the cabinets that come with the room.

The bed has a gray quilt cover and sheets, a green cat's nest next to the pillow, and a desk in the corner next to the balcony door. There is an automatic cat feeding machine in the space between the desk and the bed, and a lounge chair is placed on the balcony outside.

Simple and neat, it fits Xiao Bosheng's temperament very well.

But isn’t this recliner a bit against the rules? Shouldn’t it be in the security guard’s house downstairs?

The desk is not big, with a notebook taking up half of the area. There is a stack of A4 paper in the other corner, and a black pen box is pressed against the paper.

There are two plastic jars, one large and one small, next to the paper. In the small jar are tools such as scissors and fruit knives. The big one is covered with a lid and I don’t know what it contains. There is a scanner under the table.

Because the room was already quite large, there was still a lot of space and it looked a bit empty.

Another slightly sweet aroma filled the room. Ji Xiaoxiang sniffed it, a bit like peach oolong tea.

She quickly located the source of the scent, a translucent incense stick in the corner of the desk. Unlike the living room, which only has fiber sticks, this white bottle also has a few small white flowers inserted in it, which look like they were picked from the gypsophila in the living room.

Pursing his lips, Ji Xiaoxiang walked forward and picked up the only item on the desk that didn't look so harmonious: a box of goat's milk.

The snow gun in his arms struggled for a moment, and Ji Xiaoxiang subconsciously let go. The snow gun jumped to the ground. Then he walked to the automatic feeding machine, pressed it on it, and a stainless steel food bowl popped out.

Afterwards, Xue Qiang squatted aside and looked up at Ji Xiaoxiang. One person stared at him with big eyes and the other with small eyes. Ji Xiaoxiang came to his senses.

Take out a pair of scissors from the small plastic jar on the desk, cut a small opening in the milk box, and then pour the goat milk into the food bowl.

Seeing Xue Qiang drinking milk intently, Ji Xiaoxiang pulled out the stool under the desk and sat down. Looking at the A4 paper on the table and the large jar containing unknown contents, she suppressed her curiosity and looked away.

If nothing else, the A4 paper is the comic manuscript, so what is in the big jar?

‘No, no, I’m just here to feed the cat. It’s too rude to mess with other people’s things. ’

'It's just a look, it won't do anything, not to mention he just went too far, just to satisfy your curiosity. ’

‘It’s different. What others do is their problem. You can’t do this kind of thing. ’

‘Aren’t you curious? ’

‘…………’

‘Take a step back, stop looking at the original comic, which probably doesn’t have much anyway, and take a look at what’s in that jar. ’

‘Okay then, just take a look and remember to restore the scene. ’

Ji Xiaoxiang, who had horns, persuaded Ji Xiaoxiang, who was wearing a halo, and glanced at Snow Gun, who was concentrating on drinking milk. Ji Xiaoxiang stretched out his sinful hand towards the covered jar.

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"Lingyun, send a message to Sister Miaomiao and Ye Li and ask if they are still in the shelter."

"Has been sent."

"Ye Li has left. Si Miaomiao has not replied, but Kong is here."

"How do you know Brother Kong is here?"

"News from Ye Li."

"Can you contact Brother Kong?"

"Not sure, he can just wear Qianmian."

"Try it."

"clear."

Until the car parked in the parking lot of Tai'an Hospital, Xiao Bosheng did not wait until Lingyun successfully contacted Kong, and Si Miaomiao did not reply to the message.

At eleven o'clock in the night, Xiao Bosheng looked at the building in front of him with a solemn expression. There were no lights in the building, and it looked ghostly in the night.

Pushing open the door of the main building and stepping in, a chill swept over me, and I suddenly saw the brightly lit lobby on the first floor.

"Xingchen, the connection between me and the car is disconnected. No, all connections between me and other electronic devices are cut off."

"What's the meaning."

"Literally, I can't detect any devices that I can connect to. There are two possibilities, one is that there is something wrong with my connection module, and the other is that someone is deliberately blocking the signal near us.

The self-test has started and the carrier has found no errors. "

Xiao Bosheng shook his left hand: "Some people don't want what's going on here to be discovered by the outside world. This is probably why Sister Miaomiao doesn't reply."

Looking at the brightly lit but empty hall on the first floor, he took off the jade plaque hanging on his belt from his waist. As he brought it closer to his cheek, the jade plaque unfolded into a complete mask, and a star swirl pattern emerged.

"I adjusted Qianmian's settings so you can connect and assist me at any time."

"Instruction received."

Pressing the button on the elevator, the elevator started running from the sixth floor. The door opened and Xiao Bosheng saw the first person he saw after entering the hospital.

A nurse stood in the corner of the elevator, wearing a mask and lowering her head. Xiao Bosheng could not see anything except the nurse's cap on her head.

Walked into the elevator, pressed the sixth floor button, and stood beside the unknown nurse, silent.

The elevator door closed and the elevator started running. The floor display changed to minus one, then minus two, minus three... and finally stopped at minus eighteen.

"Tsk."

Looking at the scene shrouded in black fog outside the opened elevator door, Xiao Bosheng stretched out his hand, his spiritual energy-covered palm, and grabbed the face of the nurse beside him, twisting and throwing her out the door.

The nurse who flew out of the elevator door roared suddenly, and several bloody tentacles stretched out from her body. Four of them clung to the elevator door to stabilize his body, while the remaining few wrapped around Xiao Bosheng, trying to pull him out.

Several fragments appeared around him, light flew by, and the tentacles broke off.

He pinched the sword finger with his right hand and looked at the unknown creature that was still stretching out its bloody tentacles: "A second-level creature composed entirely of spiritual energy, you have the nerve to use it to stop it. Isn't it because I simply threw it out just now?" "

Star Pupils suddenly widened, using the sword fingers to stir up the spiritual energy implanted in the opponent's body when they first came into contact, the unknown creature bloomed like fireworks.

He shook his head, looked at the camera in the corner of the elevator, and raised a disdainful curve at the corner of his mouth: "Don't send this kind of thing next time. Aura is aura. Even if you have consciousness, it is still aura."

In a ward upstairs, the man behind the scenes also laughed: "Interesting, how do you get out of here?"

Xiao Bosheng in the elevator looked at the black fog outside the elevator door. There were many figures faintly appearing in the fog, and he was a little speechless.

"It's endless, isn't it?"

He raised his right hand and snapped his fingers, and a faint blue flame rose from his fingertips and flew into the black mist. The mist burned quickly like cotton wool, disappearing in the light of the fire along with the figures inside.

Faced with this aura-constructed environment, fireworks seem so useful.

After the flames dissipated, Xiao Bosheng appeared in front of the elevator entrance in the lobby on the first floor.

'Ding. ’

The elevator arrived, the door opened, and the familiar nurse costume appeared in the corner of the elevator again.

"Xingchen, this must be some kind of illusion."

"nonsense......"

Ignoring the tentacle nurse waiting in the elevator, Xiao Bosheng chose to take the stairs.

The stairwell was very dark, with only the dark green emergency exit sign on, but it did not affect Xiao Bosheng. I climbed up to the sixth floor in one breath, pushed open the trap door of the stairwell, and the familiar hall appeared in front of me.

"..."

Returning to the stairwell, this time he chose to leave from the second floor, still seeing the same scenery.

"It seems that you can't leave this hall until the illusion is broken."

Lingyun's calm analysis came from his mind, and Xiao Bosheng was even more speechless.

"The analysis makes sense. Don't analyze it next time."

The elevator door on the side was still open. The tentacle nurse lowered her head and couldn't see her face clearly. A low laugh came, seeming to laugh at Xiao Bosheng's weakness.

"I have to make a big one."

The spiritual energy gathered and surrounded Xiao Bosheng. He protected his chest with his left hand and raised his right hand high. The gathered spiritual energy quickly rotated and formed a vortex.

As the aura rotated, the surrounding scene began to become distorted. After more than ten seconds, the illusion seemed to adapt to such aura, and the scene stabilized.

Standing in the center, Xiao Bosheng's expression remained unchanged, his right hand retracted and joined with his left hand, and then he spread his palms and turned against the direction of the aura's rotation. The aura surrounding him paused for a moment, then spun in the opposite direction and exploded.

As the spiritual energy exploded, the illusory scenery also became nihilistic, but it still managed to maintain itself. The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and the nihilistic picture soon began to solidify again.

After a quick look around, Xiao Bosheng sat directly on the ground, breathing heavily.

After all, it's only the second level. Calling this level of spiritual energy at once is a bit unbearable for the body.

In the ward, the man behind the scenes looked at Xiao Bosheng, who was sitting on the spot. His face, which was a little nervous due to the fluctuations in the illusion, relaxed.

"I overestimated you, brother."