Mist

After they left that room, did Song Qinglan really find it back?

What did Song Qinglan hear?

Will he ask questions? Or will there be more misunderstandings like the misunderstandings of three boyfriends?

Eyelids were still beating, and even the heart began to chaotic rhythm.

During the monsoon rain, the fingers hanging by the side curled up quietly, his expression was as cold as before, and he said calmly: "Oh."

"Thanks to this recording function let me know that you have decided to go to the center block, otherwise we are still wasting time." Song Qinglan quickly continued, "Did you leave Lin Xinlan?"

During the rainy season: "..."

He and Lin Xinlan waited for Song Qinglan in that room for at least 20 minutes before and after, until the surrounding room was moved by more and more traversers before they decided to leave.

It turned out that the situation in the room Song Qinglan saw was just before he and Lin Xinlan left, not when they first entered the room.

The curled fingers loosened.

During the monsoon rain, my heart was relieved and relieved, but there was some unspeakable melancholy.

Fortunately, he was originally someone who knew what to do and what not to do, so he replied as usual: "Well, when there is a time difference, I get separated."

Song Qinglan declined to comment on this, and Lin Xinlan's absence will not affect the continuation of their mission.

"These records can help us distinguish the sequence of time. Coupled with the movement rules you analyzed before, we can go to each room with a different time difference and leave traces, and it should not be too slow to put together. "Song Qinglan said, "I will be able to get out of this mission soon."

During the rainy season: "Yes."

Song Qinglan curled her lower lip and smiled freely: "That's why Dog Bi Tianqiong said that we are the team with the highest winning rate. That's true."

After that, when he glanced at the season rain again, his eyes were deep and he said, "Because we have season consultants."

Don't open your face during the rainy season and follow the two people who talked about gossip.

He would rather listen to gossip than chatting with a straight steel man.

The time in the dark is shining brightly, and the cubes of time and space fragments merge and recombine in the movement of countless traversers, changing repeatedly.

Everyone walked to a big purple cube, and Duan Wen stretched out a hand.

The walls seem to have no substance, and Duan Wen only touches nothingness.

Then Duan Wen lifted his leg into the wall, and stepped into the wall just like when he came out of the capsule.

The others came out from the wall one by one, as if the game was loading.

The surroundings became bright again, and everything was white, except for a purple ball floating in the center of the room. They removed the purple ball and opened the hole in the wall when they came.

What I saw from the round hole was no longer the illusory darkness, but changed back to the quiet center block with the black sphere suspended.

This task is too abstract, and everyone who has gone through several fantasy journeys can't help but be surprised and admired in their hearts.

"Someone has been in this room." During the monsoon rains, I saw all sorts of weird marks on the floor. "It's already an integrated room."

Duan Wen squatted on the ground and counted: "There are nine. Does it mean that at least nine rooms have been spliced?"

During the rainy season: "Almost."

"Hey, the people who pass by these rooms are busy working in vain. They can't think that this is splicing." Zhou Mingxuan exclaimed, "We must have done a lot before."

Everyone nodded and said yes.

"If you want to, it's not us, it's them." Song Qinglan's thinking direction is different from them. "With the splicing of a color, the room becomes less and less, and the overlapping symbols are more and more. They are sure Sooner or later, this will be discovered, and the competition will be fierce in the end."

As the captain, as a person who has been in the competition all the year round, Song Qinglan has a strong sense of competition.

He almost keenly spotted the current difficulties. In the end, this task belonged to the confrontation of the traversers, and the relationship with the task goal became little.

Duan Wen patted his thigh: "Team Song is right!"

Zhou Mingxuan: "Then do we fight or not?! If you fight too much, the room will become smaller, giving them a chance to wake up, and if you fight less, you will waste time!"

Even during the monsoon rains, he realized afterwards and frowned.

Song Qinglan said: "Fight. Since the competition has all started, are you afraid to take a move first?"

Song Qinglan was standing on the side of the room, but she was born to be the focus of her sight.

I saw his eyes narrowed slightly, and a fierce and domineering perverse aura emerged from his body, and the desire to win and lose belonging to the strong was unblocked.

He does not shrink back, do not hesitate, and face the challenges that may be faced next.

"From this purple room, we have to win."

"Beep—"

The first circular hole in front of everyone opened.

"yellow!"

"Red!"

"grey blue!"

"green!"

Seven teams of four people worked together separately.

Every time they arrive in a new room, Duan Wen, Zhou Mingxuan, and Song Qinglan are responsible for checking the colors of the surrounding rooms and calculating them during the monsoon rains.

"There is also a gray here!"

Zhou Mingxuan jumped off the ladder.

"Yellow, red, gray, blue, green, gray..." Simulates their current moving direction on the holographic projection during the monsoon. "The right side of the previous room is purple, and we are walking forward. Forward-down, it Now we are on the lower right side. We need to go back. Now we have to go to the right. Right-front, right is green and you can pass. Then back-up, continue down, you can safely enter the new purple."

Everyone mosquito-repellent eyes.

Duan Wen: "What?"

Zhou Mingxuan: "Old man, don't care about it, you don't understand and do it."

This is the fourth purple room they entered. After comparison, there is a time difference between two purple rooms. The last purple room is in the correct order and adjacent to the first one. They can join the two together without others moving.

It doesn't matter if someone else moves, they can choose another color at random and start over-sooner or later these colors need to be joined together to make them a continuous timeline.

Different from the previous blindness, this time they walked through the rooms of different colors with purpose, and they were the first to awaken among the countless traversers.

Purple, yellow and then blue.

The target changes several times on the way, and it can clearly point out the way according to the movement law during the monsoon rains.

In these intricate fragments of time and space, it is like a dazzling beacon during the monsoon rains.

Song Qinglan was the helmsman in charge of the ship, and according to his instructions, led the team members forward.

The room with slower time and the room with faster time can be joined together, and the room with two seconds backward and the time of fast forward two seconds can be joined together.

It takes two hours, two seconds later, static...Every time it needs careful analysis and experimentation, in order to understand the time gap smoothly.

In order to test the time sequence, the four separated several times.

In rooms with different time lags, they used to go out and in, and when they merged again and successfully spliced, they were separated for two days.

For a while, they seemed to be back in the cycle of ourouroboros that was difficult to see the truth, and they had to find the only way to victory from the interlocking and mutually influencing events. "The Rubik's Cube" really deserves to be the super S-level mission in the sky system.

Go all the way, mark all the way.

As the number increased, they encountered several batches of transversals who had never met, and the number had reached more than a hundred. They also met themselves several times. These rooms recorded their passing so that they could clearly and clearly find the time difference between the rooms of the same color.

The rooms are constantly decreasing.

Mental stress is increasing during the monsoon rains.

"Beep—"

The new room arrived.

As soon as he stepped down the ladder during the monsoon rain, Song Qinglan grabbed his wrist and stopped him from preparing to turn on the holographic projection: "In the monsoon rain."

"Team Song."

During the monsoon rains, his face was a little pale, and there was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead. Although he looked energetic, he was just holding on.

The behavior of the two attracted the attention of their teammates.

Duan Wen and Zhou Mingxuan stopped and looked at them together.

"First rest in this room for a while." Song Qinglan said nonchalantly, "We will continue after we rest."

"Successfully spliced ​​37 blue, 23 purple, 16 green, 5 red, 2 gray, and 15 yellow." Monsoon expressed objection, "The successful splicing rate is only half, I don't know how many more are waiting. Let's finish it."

Song Qinglan said: "This is only what we did, and there are still many traversers who are also doing it. So many rooms are gone, so don't rush at this moment."

When the monsoon rains, look straight into his eyes, his eyes are very calm: "I just want to go home quickly."

Go home quickly.

Hearing these words, Song Qinglan seemed to think of something, and let go of her hand that grasped her wrist during the monsoon rain.

"We all want to go home quickly." Song Qinglan retreated a little distance, "but no, you must rest, relax your spirit and let's set off."

"No." said during the rainy season, "you don't care about me."

Song Qinglan laughed: "I don't know if anyone at home cares about you, but here I am the captain. I don't care who cares about you?"

This is not the first time Song Qinglan has asked him to rest, but this time he is extremely determined.

Knowing that there is no room for negotiation this time, I lowered my eyelashes during the monsoon rain to express acquiescence.

The two are not quarreling, nor do they mean to confront each other, but they don't know why the atmosphere is a little tense.

"After walking more than two hundred rooms, I feel a little tired." Zhou Mingxuan added in due course, "It's almost time to rest."

"Let me see what's around me first." Duan Wen said.

I found a place to sit down during the rainy season.

Then he figured out his own black and white game console.

His rest is always the same. He doesn't sleep and doesn't need to sleep. Playing Tetris is the best way for him to relax.

Duan Wen and Zhou Mingxuan checked the colors of the surrounding rooms together, while Song Qinglan stood in the original position, watching the monsoon rains. The other party's beautiful profile and quiet temperament were no different from the past, but Song Qinglan could feel his impatience.

After completing the tasks in the Skydome Plan, they can get home and get rewards.

And it's any reward.

He knows exactly what he wants during the rainy season.

Song Qinglan hesitated, feeling that she couldn't control herself for the first time.

He turned twice, and finally gritted his teeth and walked over. But before he spoke, he stopped his movements during the monsoon rain: "Why do you care about me so much?"

Song Qinglan was startled.

During the rainy season, the voice is not too loud, and the teammates are talking, and they may not be able to hear what they are saying.

"From our departure to the present, you care about me more and more." His eyes were clear during the monsoon rain, "In fact, it is easy to misunderstand."

During the rainy season, he has always spoken directly in this regard, and Song Qinglan was caught off guard every time he asked.

He is different from the members of the seventh team. He has not yet entered the seventh team, which shows that his sexual orientation is different. He is also different from everyone else. He is frank and generous, and he is never ashamed to say that what he likes is a man, and it is the unusual monsoon season.

It is also during the rainy season when it is not single.

This time, Song Qinglan couldn't even say "I am the captain".

He was unabashedly reminded by the monsoon rains, and he couldn't answer as if his throat was strangled.

When the monsoon rains, he bowed his head and restarted the game: "I will also misunderstand."

Song Qinglan's expression changed a few times, and her mood surged.

Some words are almost on the lips.

At this moment, "Bee—"

The round door opens.

Everyone looked up at the same time.

Someone on the ladder looked down and shouted, "Blue! Someone inside!"

Another person's voice came: "Then go down!"

Familiar Chinese made everyone almost think that they met the other teammates, or the nine team members.

Slowly climbed down the ladder, a middle-aged man, chubby, looked like an otaku. The one who came down behind was a younger man, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and a white shirt, with a bookish air without speaking.

They don't look like traversers.

No one noticed that during the monsoon rain, the whole body became stiff and froze in place.