Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 445 Retire

  Fan Wenrui and Sister Mei also moved Dong Ming's body to the morgue. This time the temporary morgue can be regarded as a veritable morgue.

   Xiaolan squatted beside the glasses and Siman, looking at them.

  How did things become like this?

  This broken game has progressed to the present, and every level has allowed me to see something new.

  Of course not a good thing.

  She listened to the two people's crying gradually ceased, and then repeated the conversation in her mind, and suddenly found a place of confusion.

   "Did you kill Lao Liu too?"

  The two people had stopped crying louder.

  It seems it should be.

   "What did you mean by killing the person in front of you with a pen?" Xiaolan still asked untimely, "Lao Liu was killed by you with a pen?"

  What kind of pen is so magical?

  Let me see, maybe I will learn it (no).

  The two hugging each other slightly separated and glanced at each other.

Siman's eyes were still full of tears, but she wiped her eyes, as if she had made up her mind, "Xiaohong, we are ready to quit."

"what?"

  "We don't want to continue anymore, we are too tired," Siman said, tears welling up again, "Xiaohong, you are a child, you must pay attention to protect yourself, this secret, we only tell you."

  When Xiaolan heard this, regardless of whether they were right or wrong, she closed her mouth and nodded vigorously.

"In fact, in the game, in addition to the normal tasks, there are additional special tasks," Siman lowered his voice, "Only when the hidden condition is triggered, will there be a chance to complete the special task. If the special task is completed, not only Extra points and special items..."

  Although Xiaolan already knew about this, listening to others systematically explained it, it still feels different.

   "The pen is the special item obtained by the glasses in the previous level."

  Wuhua pen!

   Xiaolan resisted the action of touching her pocket, and continued to put on an expression of shock.

"In the last level, the glasses and Feng Jing were separated together. Feng Jing is a veteran player. He took the glasses to the end. Feng Jing told the glasses when he chose the last door. He said, if you choose The room where the corpse is, you can pass the level directly, if you choose the room where the ghost is, you have the opportunity to get special props."

  "So you chose a room with ghosts?" Xiaolan looked at the glasses with a snot and tears in surprise.

   "Feng Jing told me the use of special props." The glasses took over the topic.

   "Pen...can kill people, right?"

The glasses sighed and nodded, "As long as you write down a person's name anywhere with a Wuhua pen, that person will die, and you don't need to do it directly. After Feng Jing finished speaking, he walked into the corpse. In the room I was in, I thought about it, and I still think... this item is so easy to use, so I chose a room with ghosts."

   Although Xiaolan was curious about how the glasses broke through alive, but seeing that they didn't intend to expand the topic in detail, she temporarily swallowed the problem back.

  Fan Wenrui and Sister Mei came back, they looked at the three people condescendingly, and simply said, "Glasses, Siman, if this happened, we will inevitably have some grudges in our hearts, you will understand..."

  The two were silent.

   "We may have to control the two of them." Sister Mei was very straightforward, and immediately pulled a rope from her back.

   "No need," the glasses finally restrained his emotions, took Siman's hand, and stood up with her, "We have made a decision and we plan to retire."

  "Retire?" Sister Mei seemed to have never heard of these two words. "What do you mean? You don't want to win the game anymore?"

  The glasses gave a heavy smile, "Sister Mei, thank you, we already know what our level is, and staying longer will add to the embarrassment."

   "But what are you going to do?" Xiaolan was really puzzled this time.

"We both discussed briefly," the glasses patted his girlfriend's head against her shoulders, "We shouldn't trouble you anymore, so... we are going to jump out of the window to take a look. If the delineation task fails, We can go home directly, if we go to other areas, then at least... we can be considered part of the rule."

  Finally, Xiaolan, Ai Luo, Sister Mei, and Fan Wenrui stood in a row, silently watching the spectacles that were still killing people an hour ago, with a nervous expression of Siman, stepping on the open window sill together.

  The window opened, and what appeared out of the window was the bottomless thick darkness.

"I am sorry."

  The two figures disappeared by the window.

  There is no sound anymore.

After   , the four people sat in the living room, waiting silently.

  In case, they really opened up new territory...

  In case the chaos outside this window is just a dangerous cover.

just in case……

  But they all understand that there is no more chance.

  They all understand that glasses and Siman should have returned to reality.

  But they are still waiting.

  Until night fell, Feng Jing opened the door of the boys’ bedroom on time and turned to the refrigerator.

  Fan Wenrui stared at Feng Jing's back, his eyes gloomy, "I don't want to spend the night in the same room with him."

Sister Mei patted Fan Wenrui on the shoulder, "You can spend the night in the living room, we don't mind."

  Xiaolan and Ai Luo nodded one after another.

   "Thank you." Fan Wenrui finally showed a faint smile.

  After these few days of tempering, Fan Wenrui, with a vigorous and clean brow, also has more eye bags and wrinkles carved on his face.

  After dinner, sleepiness struck, and it was time for mandatory sleep.

  I don’t know tonight.

  What will happen again...

  Xiaolan wanders in a wild dream.

  Dream, neither weird nor mediocre, neither happy nor sad.

  But, it's cold.

  The bitter coldness is like a poisonous snake that wraps around the body along the back of the instep, and a little bit of it enters Xiaolan's body.

  It's cold.

what happened?

   Xiaolan was interrupted by this cold dream.

  The sensibility of the body and the sense of wakefulness are slowly recovered.

   Waking up soon.

  A large amount of coldness rushed toward the face.

  Xiaolan opened her eyes sharply.

  The light is dim, and it is still night.

  A silver light flashed.

not good!

  Within half a second of the electric flint, Xiaolan tilted her head suddenly, and the knife stabbed on her face slid through her ear, piercing heavily into the pillow under her head.

"Who!"

   Xiaolan roared out, and bounced up with both arms propped on the bed.

  The figure was still going to carry the knife and press hard, Xiaolan suddenly thought of Ai Luo who was sleeping beside her, Yu Guang saw that she was still asleep, so she stretched out her foot and kicked her.

   "Ayluo will wake up soon!"

   Ai Luo woke up instantly, rubbed her eyes, and then stared at the scene dumbfounded.

  "Help me!" Xiaolan framed the assailant's arm, desperately preventing the sharp knife from attacking.

   "I... what should I do?" Ai Luo was in a hurry.

  "Hit him!" Xiaolan's face flushed.

  "How to fight...How to fight?"

  Really, kill me.

  Just as Xiaolan felt that a mouthful of old blood was about to squirt out, Ai Luo finally got his hands dirty, raised the glass ashtray on the coffee table, and slammed it at the back of the attacker's head.

  (End of this chapter)