She imitated Shi Jinzhe's usual way of turning the knife, and started turning the butterfly knife.
The elusive blade grazed his fingers, then kept striking Shi Jinzhai, making him tremble with fear and regret giving it to her as well.
When the butterfly knife fell onto her lap again, Shi Jinzhe caught it before she could.
Shekh grasped the other end of the knife, lifting his head from his shoulder: "Can't I use it?"
"Danger."
The word "danger" is unclear and it's unclear who it refers to as being in danger.
Shi Jinzhe used some force to try to pull the hilt of the knife out of her hand.
Shekh was reluctant to let go, but he was also afraid that he would grip the knife too tightly and break the butterfly knife. With this pull, his body moved forward a few more steps.
The snake's habits were clearly revealed; she could find a fulcrum to maintain her balance.
Shekh gripped the knife and remained in that position as he spoke: "But I still want to play with this."
Their faces were so close that it was difficult for Shi Jinzhe to turn his head. He looked straight ahead and said, "I'll teach you how to play this after we get out."
"Every time after we leave, you use this excuse to lie to me and prevent me from doing it."
Shekh held the knife in one hand and clasped his other hand in the other, with both hands placed in front of Shi Jinzhe, while her own body was turned to the side, making her look a bit awkward.
His body is contorted, but his speech is surprisingly logical.
"You lied to that guy with glasses, saying you'd played more than a dozen games, and you also lied to Fang Qiuyu, saying you were on her side so she could trust you. You're a good liar. Now I suspect you've lied to me too."
"Anything that can't be done is a lie; I've been trying to make my promises to you come true."
"Yes or no."
Shi Jinzhe's answers were skillful, but for those who wanted the answers, they only needed to focus on one point to break through his evasiveness.
This question is difficult to answer, and Shi Jinzhe remained silent.
He certainly made many promises to Shekh, and until those promises were fulfilled, it was indeed a form of deception.
Although he could give reasons for everything, the moment he uttered them, they were deliberate lies.
Shekh released his clasped hands and gently rubbed his fingertips along the jawline until his entire palm touched Shi Jin's creased cheek, forcing him to turn his head to look at him.
She had been in human society for more than two months, and she knew that silence was sometimes the answer, but she still wanted to ask.
Shekh extended his thumb and pressed it against Shi Jinzhe's folded lip, prying open his mouth slightly with his fingertip.
"I'm not going to kill you, speak." As if to prove he was harmless, Shekh's voice grew softer and softer, the last word almost swallowed.
Yes, I have.
Shi Jinzhe spoke even softer, the sound of his lips and teeth clashing together was more noticeable than the two words he uttered.
He lowered his eyes; there was less than two fingers' width between himself and Shekh, and he could clearly see her rosy lips.
His grip on the butterfly knife loosened slightly, and amidst the soft clapping of their breaths, his gaze slowly moved upwards, finally settling on her black ribbon.
The sound of the bowing was almost imperceptible; "Can't others see your eyes?"
"cannot."
Shekh withdrew his fingers and slid his hand off his face. "But if you're not afraid of death, then you can."
Staring at the face so close to his, Shi Jinzhe remained silent.
She lightly tapped his body twice with her fingertips, then returned to the matter of deception: "From today onwards, you cannot lie to me."
Big or small, for any reason, even if it's just a simple sentence, she wants the truth.
"I won't lie to you anymore."
"Then remember what you said."
Sher took the butterfly knife back, and she leaned back against her bent shoulder, twirling the knife.
The airport's first floor is quite low compared to the spacious second floor, and Schechn doesn't like this kind of space.
She likes to curl up in a tight spot when she sleeps, completely hidden from everything else, but she doesn't like to stay in such a place when she's awake.
This reminded her of the feeling of being trapped inside a stone statue.
Especially when she regained consciousness, the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes was a rock pressed against her skin, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.
"Let's stay for another half hour and then leave."
Shi Jinzhe turned his gaze away from her hands and asked, "Have you rested enough?"
"I don't want to stay here. I want to go somewhere bigger."
"Let's go now." Shi Jinzhe picked her up and prepared to go upstairs again.
At 4:30 a.m., the airport lights flickered a few times, and suddenly a third of the lights went out.
The corridor where Shi Jinzhe was located suddenly darkened, with only one light at the end still on, creating an arc-shaped boundary between light and shadow.
A skinny young man, as thin as a stick, ran over from a distance. He was startled when he suddenly saw a strange, blurry figure and jumped back two steps.
Once he mustered his courage, he walked a little further and realized that there were two people; the taller half of the body belonged to a woman being held.
Shi Jinzhe used a mirror prop to verify that the other party was one of his own.
This skinny guy is also a player from the brown faction.
He proactively extended an olive branch: "We're on the same side, so there's nothing to be afraid of."
"Fellow allies?" Magan was overjoyed. "I've finally met someone from the same faction! This is so rare!"
Shi Jinzhe: "How many times has this been?"
So trusting, believing everything they're told, it definitely won't happen more than three times.
"Two," Magan'er answered readily.
As expected, he really is a semi-new player.
“I’ve played the game more than ten times. Do you have any information about the map players? We need to do missions to protect the map players in order to get more points. We’re all on the same side, so we should help and trust each other.”
Shekh turned his head away, too lazy to listen anymore; this guy never changed his rhetoric.
The skinny guy scratched his head, "I don't know either..."
He chuckled awkwardly twice, "Since we're on the same side, let's act together?"
Seeing him like this suddenly made me feel very tired.
Why are all the teammates he's encountered on the same side making him more and more anxious?
We don't need a pro, but someone with some experience would be great.
He lifted Shekh up in his arms to make her aware of his presence, saying, "I have to take care of her. If we encounter danger, I can't look after you. It's safer for you to escape on your own."
Ma Gan'er pursed his lips, thinking that he, a stranger, was definitely not important and could be easily abandoned.
Forget it, he should just leave. He's survived this long on his own.
Before leaving, Shi Jinzhe told him how to distinguish those in the same camp and reminded him to conserve his energy and stay away from mirrors.
After sending the skinny guy away, only the two of them remained in the corridor.
Shekh asked him, "Aren't you going to integrate these players? The Brown faction is still a disorganized mess, making it difficult to find players on the map."
"I can't do it. I can't protect those weaker than me, nor can I suppress those stronger than me. To integrate the camp, we need to rely on your strength. In that case, you'll need to support dozens of people. Don't force yourself to do things you're not capable of. It'll just take a little more effort."
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