Chapter 2 Beginning
The man behind him sighed: "You are much smarter than Jiang Boyun."
The man slowly raised his head from the shadows, revealing his angular face under the light. His skin was much paler than that of an ordinary person, his features were elegant and dignified, and he was extremely beautiful. However, a dark scar extended from his right temple to his jaw, ruining his ink painting-like appearance.
Lu Yan stared at the face in the mirror, and for a moment he found it difficult to connect the other person with the warm and cold photo given by the system.
"You don't recognize me either?"
Yu Zechuan laughed so hard that his chest shook behind Lu Yan, and the sharp dagger was even closer to his throat. Every word he spoke was filled with deep hatred: "Do you know how I spent the past few years in prison?"
Lu Yan: “…”
I can see that he's having a miserable life.
Lu Yan clearly felt the murderous intent from the other party. He tried his best to raise his head to keep himself away from the blade, and at the same time said something ambiguous to test the other party: "Yu Zechuan, it was Jiang Boyun who caused you to go to prison. It has nothing to do with me."
"If you let me go, I will leave City B immediately and I won't tell anyone a word about what happened today."
"I was also forced by Jiang Boyun."
Lu Yan talked a lot until his throat was almost smoking, but Yu Zechuan didn't utter a word. He just clenched the dagger, and then slowly slid it down Lu Yan's throat, resting on his flat abdomen, with the tip of the knife sinking -
"Do you know what I hate most in my life?"
Lu Yan: “…”
Dog man?
Yu Zechuan said coldly: "I hate it most when people lie to me."
"If Jiang Boyun wasn't here today, I might have believed you, but unfortunately, I heard everything you said just now."
Lu Yan: “…”
What a bad decision, Jiang Boyun is such a loser.
Lu Yan tried to save the situation: "Mr. Yu, you finally got out of prison. Now you should find a way to take back the company and start a new life. Killing people will only make you sink deeper and deeper."
However, it would have been better if Lu Yan hadn't said anything. Once he said that, the knife on his abdomen pressed even harder. These words clearly irritated the other party. Through the foggy mirror, Lu Yan clearly saw that Yu Zechuan's eyes were red, and the pain inside was so intense that it was shocking: "A new life? My life has been ruined by you!"
"When the company got into trouble, my grandfather was so angry that he had a heart attack and died in the hospital. I handed over all the business to Jiang Boyun, but how did he treat me?!"
"Tell me, how can I start over?! How can someone like me start over?!"
Along with Yu Zechuan's angry roar, Lu Yan felt something boiling liquid falling on the back of his neck. Then his abdomen felt cold, and countless blood gushed out from the wound. His vision fell into complete darkness.
Before he died, he heard Yu Zechuan's whispered words in his ears: "There's no going back..."
There's no going back.
Just like a heavy rainy night that cannot be reversed, his life is completely broken and cannot be completed.
[Ding! Host death detected, automatically triggering rebirth opportunity! ]
The cold mechanical sound of the system put an end to this death.
“Blah——!”
The man lying on the sofa woke up instantly and sat up straight as if he had received an electric shock. Lu Yan's first reaction was to touch his abdomen to check, and after finding no wounds, he rushed to the bathroom, only to find it was empty, with no body or blood, and then he leaned against the door frame and lowered his head to take a breath.
He really just died.
As a cancer patient, Lu Yan had imagined countless times what death would feel like, but he never imagined that one day he would be stabbed to death. It can only be said that the feeling is indeed not very good.
Lu Yan turned on the tap and washed his face with cold water, then stared at the thin and handsome face in the mirror for a while. He found that the face looked more and more familiar, and he couldn't help but frown and said, "System?"
A black heart quietly emerged from behind him: [What happened? ]
Lu Yan: "Is this body mine?"
Although he lost a lot of weight due to cancer and hadn't looked in the mirror for a long time, the face in the mirror was clearly what he looked like before he got sick.
The system asked back: [Do you want to use someone else's body? ]
Lu Yan thought that if he was stabbed, he might as well use someone else's: "Give me an explanation."
The system didn't say much: [For convenience, every character you travel through from now on will be named Lu Yan, and their bodies will be replaced by yours, provided you can survive to the next level.]
Lu Yan leaned against the sink and wiped the water marks on his face with a towel. He had just died once, so he still had the energy to laugh: "How do you know I won't survive to the next level?"
The system watched coldly: [I have to remind you, host No. 603, you have already used up one chance to be reborn, and you have two chances left. If you fail, you will be completely wiped out.]
Lu Yan's number is 603.
This means that before him, 602 other losers died in the game.
Lu Yan didn't care. He was going to die anyway, and there was no big difference between dying in the game and dying in the hospital. Moreover, the first game was not a complete failure. At least he got some important information:
First, Yu Zechuan’s fighting power is really enough to fight two people at the same time.
Second, Jiang Boyun’s appearance not only cannot help himself, but will also stimulate Yu Zechuan’s emotions.
3. Yu Zechuan could hear their conversation.
Hmm? Talk?
Lu Yan couldn't help but frown when he thought of this. He looked around the room and finally fixed his eyes on the coffee table, where a mobile phone was lying quietly.
Even though the phone was just fully charged and no programs were running, the battery was slowly decreasing at an extremely subtle rate, far exceeding the expected power consumption in standby mode.
Lu Yan learned from the memories implanted by the system that his original self had participated in a Weibo lottery last week and accidentally won the first place. This brand-name mobile phone was the prize, and it was mailed to his doorstep the next day.
No one can refuse a brand-name mobile phone that costs over ten thousand yuan, at least the original one can't.
Lu Yan walked to the coffee table and picked up the phone. He weighed the phone, which was said to be thin and light, and vaguely guessed something:
"The phone was tapped."
When he said this, he just moved his lips without making any sound.
The system was slightly surprised when it heard this, and then chuckled: [You are much smarter than those idiots before. ]
【Maybe you can really survive to the next level. 】
Lu Yan had a plan in mind. He lowered his eyes to look at the screen of his mobile phone, and saw two voice messages pop up on WeChat. The sender was Jiang Boyun.
[Ayan, I'll be downstairs at your house soon. How are you? Does your stomach still hurt? ]
[I think this place is going to be demolished. The noise is too loud. I have an apartment near the company. You can move in in a couple of days.]
Exactly the same words, exactly the same tone.
Lu Yan shook his head slightly, thinking that it would be better if he didn't come over for this useless snack. His fingertips quickly tapped on the screen, typing out a line of words: [My stomach doesn't hurt anymore, don't come over.]
He was worried that his words were not powerful enough to persuade Jiang Boyun, the scumbag, to quit, so he sent another message:
【Get lost, you idiot! 】
After doing all this, Lu Yan threw his phone aside. He walked to the window and looked down, only to see the black figure still standing at the entrance of the alley, with the cigarette between his fingers already half burned out.
Lu Yan stared at her blatantly on purpose, and Yu Zechuan downstairs obviously noticed this overly scorching gaze, and raised his head to look accurately in the direction of the eighth floor.
Their eyes collided in the air, and the crisis flowed quietly in the darkness.
Yu Zechuan narrowed his eyes dangerously and put out the unfinished cigarette in his hand. He stood up straight, thinking about whether to go upstairs to deal with Lu Yan right now, but he saw that the other party suddenly drew the curtain, cutting off all prying eyes.
Lu Yan didn't like the feeling of sitting and waiting to die, so he closed the curtains, took an umbrella and went downstairs, deciding to take the initiative. Although in Yu Zechuan's eyes, this scene was like a poor prey falling into a trap.
Autumn is always rainy and the cold rain falls on my body, devouring the remaining temperature like a monster. Lu Yan walked downstairs holding a black umbrella and finally stopped in front of the man who was soaking wet:
"Would you like to go to my house and hide from the rain?"
His hands were long and bony. As he gripped the black umbrella handle, one could vaguely see the beautiful blue veins on the back of his hands. It was as perfect as a work of art.
Yu Zechuan raised his eyes slightly, and his gaze followed the beautiful hand like a venomous snake and drilled under the umbrella. Then he saw a handsome, thin face. The other person lowered his eyebrows and smiled, which was captivating.
She does have the capital to seduce Jiang Boyun.
Yu Zechuan pulled down his hat with an expressionless face, exposing his rain-soaked face to the air. He had a high nose bridge, pale skin, and a deadly beauty, but a scar on his temple ruined his beauty, making him look like a desperado.
"Are you sure?"
No one with a normal IQ would invite a strange man into the house on a dangerous rainy night, especially when this strange man exudes a spooky ghostly aura. Just now, two passers-by saw Yu Zechuan and were frightened and fled in panic.
Lu Yan smiled, pretending not to recognize Yu Zechuan. After all, he looked completely different now. He tilted his black umbrella slightly to shield Yu Zechuan from the moisture above his head. "Let's go. My home is not far ahead. You'll catch a cold if you keep getting wet."
Yu Zechuan had forgotten how long it had been since he felt this kind of kindness from a stranger. In prison, there was only blood, oppression, insults, and fighting. He came to his senses, quietly grasped the knife in his sleeve, and whispered a word:
"good."
Yu Zechuan originally planned to kill Lu Yan, and now that the other party has fallen into his trap, there is no reason for him to refuse.
Jiang Boyun's little lover is stupider than expected.
Just like that, Lu Yan took the "murderer" back home. He took Yu Zechuan upstairs and opened the door of the rental house. The warm yellow light in the living room spread softly, which was much warmer than the cold night outside, making people relax unconsciously.
"It's a little messy at home, don't mind."
Lu Yan casually placed the umbrella on the shoe rack, turned around and glanced at Yu Zechuan, "You're all wet, let me find you a towel to wipe it off."
Lu Yanyu walked into the bathroom and took out an unused white towel from the drawer. At the same time, he was thinking about what to do next. He didn't notice that a black shadow had walked up behind him and the damp breath almost drowned him.
"Sir, I think we've met somewhere before."
A cold, hoarse voice rang in my ears, making my scalp tingle.
Lu Yan paused for a moment, and saw Yu Zechuan's malicious gaze in the mirror. He thought, of course I've seen it before, you just killed me here: "Really? But my memory is not very good, I will forget it after seeing it."
"My name is Lu Yan, you can just call me by my name."
Yu Zechuan asked again: "Do you live alone?"
Lu Yan said "hmm".
Yu Zechuan stood behind Lu Yan, staring at his own damaged face in the mirror, and suddenly sighed with a smile: "What a pity, Mr. Lu, your face is so beautiful, I thought you must have a partner."
His muscular body pressed against Lu Yan's back. A dagger quietly slipped from his sleeve into his palm. The tip of the knife moved as he thought about how to pierce into this flesh and blood body in a neat and decisive manner to bring the greatest pain.
However, Lu Yan suddenly turned his head to look at Yu Zechuan. His hair brushed against the tip of Yu Zechuan's nose. They were so close that they could hear each other's breathing. "Really?"
There was a dormant spark burning deep in Yu Zechuan's heart. This flame called hatred seemed to be able to burn everything in the world, making him look stunningly vivid and gorgeous.
Lu Yan smiled and stared at Yu Zechuan. His eyes were black and white, clearly reflecting the man's appearance, clean and without a trace of impurities: "But I think you are more beautiful."
The tip of the knife paused.
There is heavy rain outside.
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