At the same time, in reality.
Yujiao was lying on the bed with her eyes closed when the cell phone beside her suddenly began to vibrate.
She opened her eyes hazily, frowned, and wondered who would call her in the middle of the night.
He skillfully reached under the pillow to get his phone, pressed the answer button and put it to his ear.
"Hello?" She greeted skillfully with her eyes closed.
The next second, a man's excited voice sounded on the other end of the phone.
"Yujiao!! Limu is back!!!"
Hearing that long-lost name, Yu Jiao suddenly opened her eyes, and her sleepiness instantly faded away. She sat up from the bed, her eyes widened, and her voice trembled a little: "Who did you say...?"
Limu?
Is that the Limu she was thinking of?
As if he could guess what she was thinking, the man excitedly said again: "Limu! That's Limu! It's her!! She's back!! A high-level player saw her through the live broadcast system!!"
“Pah—”
The phone slipped from his hand and fell onto the quilt with a dull sound, and the rest of the man's words became unclear.
Yu Jiao's face was dull. She lowered her head in a daze, looking at her trembling fingers. She was silent for a long time before she clenched her fingers with her other hand. Her hands were already cold from being exposed to the cold air, but her heart was beating wildly. An indescribable sourness and heat surged from the bottom of her heart.
Limu...is really back?
Her vision gradually blurred, she blinked, and a tear instantly fell on the phone screen. The phone, which had been black, instantly lit up again, and the call on it still showed that it was continuing.
Yu Jiao quickly picked up the phone and put it to her ear. She opened her mouth and waited for several seconds before speaking in a hoarse voice: "Which copy was it in? When did it happen?"
The situation was too complicated, and the man couldn't explain it clearly on the phone. He could only say, "I'll send you the location now. Others will come by then. Let's talk about it when we get here!"
He seemed to know about Yujiao and Limu's previous relationship. After a few seconds, he suddenly hesitated and added:
"But you have to be mentally prepared. Limu seems to be a little different this time when he comes back."
…
In the copy, night is approaching, the sky is dark without any stars, and the dull air always seems to be filled with a damp and cold smell.
In the lobby on the first floor, the clock on the wall pointed to eleven o'clock, ticking in the empty space.
Second floor, 203.
Chen Zhixia sat on the sofa, rubbing his hands nervously. From time to time, he glanced at the two old people watching TV next to him, with a somewhat nervous expression.
When Chen Zhixia heard other players talking about their identities, he came back and searched carefully, but he didn't find any strange clues. If there was something strange, it was that he found out he was fired as soon as he went to the company today.
He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "Dad, Mom... I resigned from the company today."
It can be said that Chen Zhixia is the only source of income for this family. If he loses his job, this family will really be in dire straits.
I thought this heavy news would make the old couple sad, but after he finished speaking, the two old people were just stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "It's okay, son, I'll just quit."
Chen's mother even handed over a glass of warm water, looking at him kindly: "Your father and I have always known how hard you work. If you don't like that company, then you can quit and find another one. You must be tired today, so go take a bath and relax."
Now it was Chen Zhixia's turn to be stunned. He stared blankly at the cup of water handed to him, his eyes seemed to be filled with heat. He took the cup of water and uttered "hmm" softly.
When he walked into the bathroom and looked at the man in the mirror, Chen Zhixia let out a long sigh and a slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
At least for now, this parent couple is still very good to their son, and the deep-minded characters are increasingly just exceptions.
He felt a little relieved, raised his hand to turn on the faucet, and bent down to wash his face.
But when he saw what was on the stage, his gaze froze instantly.
On the sink, there was a small white medicine bottle placed in the corner among all the bottles and jars. It was extremely inconspicuous, and even the outer packaging was written entirely in English.
But Chen Zhixia translated the English words on the bottle.
That's... sleeping pills.
His movements suddenly froze, and for a moment he thought of the cup of warm water on the coffee table that he had not yet drunk.
She walked out of the bathroom with mixed feelings, and when she saw him coming out, Chen's mother smiled and waved at him.
"Son, come quickly. Didn't the milk powder you bought for me last time say it helps you sleep? I'll make you a cup. Drink it quickly and have a good sleep."
Chen Zhixia stood there without moving, staring at the three cups of milk on the table, feeling uneasy inside.
But under the expectant gaze of the two old people, he finally walked over slowly with a slightly stiff gait, picked up one of the cups of milk and drank it.
Then Chen Zhixia's pupils shrank, and his body froze in an instant. His hand gripping the cup tightened, and his fingertips trembled slightly.
His skill of being immune to all poisons... activated automatically.
[Ding—Ingredients detected in the liquid: rat poison.]
…
The clock downstairs quietly passed another ten minutes, and the time came to half past eleven.
4th floor, 402.
Rong Fan was sitting in his room while Rong Ya was watching TV in the living room, which meant that he finally had time to start sorting out the clues.
I turned back to the page I saw during the day, and those big words came into view again. Under the light, the black ink was shiny and reflected a faint luster, and the distorted font seemed to be infinitely magnified.
Rong Fan looked through the previous handwriting again and compared it with the previous one. He was sure that this was what "he himself" had written.
Continue to flip forward, the following content is still filled with all kinds of despair.
"I really have no other options. I really have no other options to deal with these monsters."
"Go to hell, go to hell!"
"Get out of my house!!!"
"This is not my sister! Get her out! I'm going to kill her!!"
"Everyone is a monster! There are no normal people in this world anymore!!"
From desperate requests for help to desperate madness, the man's fear and helplessness were evident when he wrote this text.
The more Rong Fan flipped through the pages, the deeper his frown grew, until at the end of the paper, "Rong Fan" wrote his powerless yet sarcastic words.
"The God of Light is fake, and the God of Peace is also fake. This world is just a huge cycle. All our efforts are useless. We can't kill these monsters at all."
Looking at these, Rong Fan's fingertips stayed on this page for a long time without moving.
God of Light, God of Peace, Cycles, Monsters...
What exactly are these?
Before he could figure out the answer, a sharp cry came from outside: "Ah——!!"
It’s Rongya!
Rong Fan's eyes narrowed, and he instantly stood up and walked out with big strides, saying anxiously, "What..."
But when he saw the scene in the living room, his pupils suddenly shrank, the rest of the words got stuck in his mouth and he couldn't say them, and his hands that were holding the door frame trembled slightly.
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