Weird Regulator

In the end, Ji Li still turned into what she least wanted to see.

When he dragged his wasted right leg and waded through the cold and biting river in the dark night, he returned here step by step.

What appeared in her eyes was the Ji Li who woke up for the first time in the seventh branch.

Ji Li once had a firm goal and full of expectations. Although he was in an abyss, he believed that the light would eventually shine.

But now.

The man's hair was getting longer and longer, his mental state was deteriorating, and the light in his eyes had been extinguished long ago.

There was no trace of ambition in his body, only the madness of suffering and persistence, covered in mud, and a broken leg.

The sad thing is that even he doesn't know what he is obsessed with.

Maybe I have been on the road for too long and have forgotten why I set out.

The female voice walked forward with a choked voice, put the heavy Ji Li on her body, and walked upstairs without saying a word.

Everyone crowded at the door of the activity room, but no one dared to take a step for fear of disturbing Ji Li.

In an area, two people represent two states of mind, but they influence each other.

All the noise, games, and excitement stopped at this moment, and the happiness disappeared in an instant.

Only the door, which was constantly being knocked by the wind, was still shaking, as if to express dissatisfaction.

…

Pushing open the door of 301, a female voice helped Ji Li, slowly walked to the sofa and placed him down.

He went back to the bathroom and took out a towel and wiped his long, completely wet hair.

She took out the hot water bottle from the drawer, made sure the temperature was right, and stuffed it into Ji Li's arms.

After doing all this, the female voice carefully opened the trouser leg that had been torn out a crack and took a look at the wound.

Leg injury, very scary.

This was not caused by a simple ghost attack. A thin line that had turned black appeared on the side of the calf, the skin and flesh were turned out, and the white bones were vaguely visible.

Two staples were nailed to the upper and lower sides of the wound, seemingly to control the length.

The female voice gently touched the wound with her hand, then looked up at Ji Li.

At this moment, Ji Li was sitting on the sofa very calmly, watching her do all this expressionlessly.

He allowed the female voice to be busy, threw away the hot water bottle in his arms, opened the clothes that were still dripping, and took out a box of soaked cigarette boxes from inside.

He dumped all the cigarettes in the cigarette box on the sofa, picked out a cigarette that was not completely soaked, and held it in his mouth.

A clear tear dropped from the corner of the female voice's eyes. She gently raised her hand and the hideous wound was opened.

Part of the meat on this leg was missing, and there were signs of dislocation on the bones inside. As she moved, it began to bleed.

After just one glance, she turned her head in pain and did not dare to look again.

Ji Li's face remained expressionless, as if he was unaware of all this, and the sound of a metal lighter sounded.

The damp cigarettes emitted a musty and choking smell as they burned in the flames.

He did not look at the female voice again, but stared straight at the empty wall and asked without any emotion:

"who are you?"

The female voice did not dare to answer. She gently placed her hands on the wound, and a faint fluorescent light began to fall like snowflakes.

She is treating injuries.

This was obviously against the rules because Ji Li's leg injury was not caused by the mission, but she did it anyway.

And this also cost her a lot.

Ji Li didn't appreciate it and didn't pay attention. He still didn't look at her and asked again:

"who are you?"

The female voice is such an unruly hotel will, and she is using her authority to do some illegal operations.

As the fluorescence continued to fall, her already translucent figure became increasingly blurry.

This approach is obviously irrational, because Yu Guo can also accomplish this.

Ji Li would not ask a third time. He spit out the cigarette he had just taken two puffs from, raised his injured right leg, and kicked the female voice to the ground.

He stood up from the sofa with difficulty, dragged his bleeding leg, and walked to her step by step.

“My leg is useless, it took away one of the tibia and fibula bones, and I will never get them back.

Even if the trauma is cured, my bones will never recover and I will only be a cripple from now on. "

There was no expression on Ji Li's face when he said these words, it was just like he was describing himself.

The female voice had tears streaming down her face. She did not dare to look at the man in front of her, let alone respond to her question.

Ji Li forced her face to look at him, listening to every word that came next:

“It said I deserved it, and it spared me because it wasn’t done yet.

It also told me that you helped it build the cave outside the moat. When the ghost actress blocked me in Minguo Street, you were the one who tipped me off..."

Ji Li looked at the tearful female voice seriously, gradually loosened his palms, and sighed sadly.

"You want to kill me, why did you save me..."

After a long while, Ji Li quietly asked and answered himself:

"Kill me, that's what Tianhai wants you to do."

He lowered his head and glanced at the female voice who said nothing, and continued:

"Save me, you are pitying me."

The female voice suddenly raised her head when she heard this, her eyes opened in a panic as if she wanted to refute.

This time Ji Li gave her time, but in the end she didn't say a word.

Ji Li finally smiled.

He couldn't remember why he laughed last time, but it was definitely not the self-deprecating wry smile he was having now.

Blood began to ooze from the corners of his eyes, and two different colors, gray and red, began to mix in his pupils, occupying the little black that was left.

All expressions slowly disappeared in the stiffness, and he seemed to have returned to his ultimate calmness.

"I don't need your pity."

The female voice left.

She didn't dare to stay any longer because she didn't know how to stand with him again.

Maybe Ji Li didn't resent her for cheating on him, and she wanted to kill him.

Maybe Ji Li just wanted to get the answer from the female voice: "I'm not doing this because I feel sorry for you."

Maybe Ji Li really considered her a friend.

The empty, quiet house, the silence is as long as the night, swallowing everything.

Ji Li dragged the stump of his leg, took out a new pack of cigarettes from the drawer, tore open the package and walked out.

The moment he opened the door, he saw many familiar faces.

Fang Shenyan, Mei Sheng, Yu Guo, Xiao Qianduye, Tongguan, Chang Nian...

There are different emotions in the eyes of these people, which can be used to see the relationship between them and Ji Li.

But there was no shadow of them in Ji Li's eyes. He just dragged his bleeding leg and took out cigarettes from the cigarette case.

Those people just followed him, as if someone else was saying something.

Ji Li didn't want to hear it and didn't hear it. He walked down expressionlessly with a cigarette in his mouth and stopped at the door of 201.

He held a cigarette in his left hand, a black chain appeared in his right hand, and the ancient bronze coffin opened the door.

Mu Nianmei stood at the window with her clothes on, the silk scarf around her neck dancing in the wind, just like Ji Li's long hair.

Ji Li blew out a smoke ring and his eyes began to bleed again, but he was extremely calm at this time.

He wanted to send Mu Nianmei away to the eighteenth level of hell, and he wanted to do it now.

Even if the initiative of the ancient bronze coffin is used once, even if this move only does harm to him but no good.

But he's going to do it now.

Perhaps his extremely calm eyes had long been filled with the crazy impurities of evil spirits, which could no longer be removed.

Vaguely, it seemed as if someone whispered in his ear:

"Ji Li, it's going to snow."