Chapter 44

The sudden system task caught people off guard.

Xia Yan immediately called Zhao Wenxu, but no one answered. He then called Zhao Wenhan... but no one answered.

Don't worry, don't panic.

Xia Yan comforted himself and searched for Zhao Wenxu online.

Since the last scandal, Zhao Wenxu has become a little famous online. There are often a lot of people chasing him and calling him husband, and fans have also dug out his various schedules.

Sure enough, the latest news about him is that he will return to his alma mater to give a speech.

The speech was scheduled for 3 pm and had already started.

Xia Yan quickly changed into a set of clothes that were easy to move around in, took the car key... paused for a moment, and put the key back. In order to avoid traffic jams, it would be better to take the subway.

He put on a mask and a hat and hurriedly got on the subway.

During this time, many passers-by stole glances at him, but due to the aura of keeping strangers away from him, they were not interested and did not come to chat with him.

After 45 minutes of subway and 5 minutes of walking, Xia Yan arrived at the school at 4:30. Zhao Wenxu had already left. The school was quiet and nothing happened.

"?"

Xia Yan opened the system panel in his mind.

The main mission three and mission seven were related to Tu Xi's subjective consciousness and had not been completed. He had given up; Xia Yan had completed the earthy love words of the branch mission one in the later variety show. The

remaining two branch missions are both related to the pillars of the world.

One is Tu Xi, who needs him to become the best actor.

The other was Zhao Wenxu, who asked to survive.

Didn't the fire happen today? Is this an advance reminder?

Xia Yan glanced at his phone, and the Zhao brothers hadn't replied yet. The cold north wind blew, and he pulled his mask and exhaled a breath of hot air.

Maybe it was because the weather was too cold, there were not many people in the school.

He wandered around inside to see if he could run into Zhao Wenxu.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky was already dark, and the warm yellow street lights illuminated the path on the campus. The young man kicked a stone on the side of the road boredly.

The stone gurgled forward, he raised his eyebrows, and followed and kicked it again, just like a childish game played when he was a child.

There seemed to be the laughter of girls on the side of the road.

"Look at that..."

"So cute..."

Xia Yan suddenly came to his senses, touched his nose awkwardly, and walked forward dejectedly. As he walked... he found that he was lost.

Damn! I can't tell the difference.

Looking left and right, there were no people on the roadside.

He took out his mobile phone, turned on the navigation, and then followed the stupid navigation, went around a long circle of small roads, and finally returned to the starting point... Will I really thank him?

Could he ask Wang Dazhuang to pick him up?

That would be too embarrassing.

While he was hesitating, a figure suddenly ran over from not far away. The other party's voice was slightly panting, but he had to pretend to be calm: "Xia Yan."

At the same time, the mobile phone that had been silent for a long time finally rang.

Zhao Wenhan called him.

Xia Yan pressed his thumb and answered the phone: "Hello."

"Brother Xia Yan, I'm sorry, I was just drawing, I didn't expect you to call me." Zhao Wenhan was hit by the sudden surprise, his voice full of joy, "Brother, do you have anything to talk to me about?"

"Just want to ask..." The young man paused for a moment, "How is Zhao Wenxu?"

"You are looking for my brother." The boy was a little disappointed, but quickly recovered, "He went back to his alma mater to give a speech today, and then he had to have dinner with the shareholders. He will probably be home after nine o'clock."

Xia Yan had never been to Zhao Wenxu's old house, but this kind of luxury house must have good security performance, and it would not cause a fire.

But just in case, Xia Yan still said a few words.

Zhao Wenhan has always been obedient to his words, and immediately said that he would ask someone to check the entire villa. The discussion was almost over, Xia Yan hung up the phone, and finally had time to look at the person who came.

He was about 1.8/1.9 meters tall, wearing a black sportswear, with a waist bag slung behind him, thick eyebrows, cool and handsome.

"Wei Junhao, why are you here?"

"I'm studying here."

Xia Yan was a little confused, "You're not an art student."

"..." Seeing that his expression was not fake, the man grabbed a handful of hair irritably and muttered softly, "It seems that you really don't care about me."

After a pause, he put all the disappointment in his heart: "Let's go, I'll take you out."

"?"

"You've entered our school forum." Wei Junhao laughed sullenly, "There are junior girls taking pictures, please tell me which department you are from, you are very childish and like to kick stones."

Xia Yan: "..."

"Now I have to add one more word, you are obviously a stupid senior who will get lost."

"..." A day of social death.

Under the leadership of the man, the complicated path was quickly walked out. Wei Junhao glanced at his watch: "It's getting late. I'll take you out. Have you had dinner? Forget it, I guess you haven't either. Let's have dinner together."

He seemed to have made the decision on his own, but in fact he was stealing glances at the young man.

Seeing him nod indifferently, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief and became a little more excited.

"What do you want to eat? There are Sichuan cuisine, Hubei cuisine, hot pot, barbecue, casserole..." Wei Junhao listed a bunch of them for the young man to choose from.

Xia Yan rarely works these days and doesn't want to cook at home. Most of the time he eats takeout.

He thought for a while: "Hot pot."

Food suitable for winter.

The hot pot restaurant is near the school and has good business. The two of them opened a private room. The indoor heating is turned on very high and it is a little hot. Xia Yan took off his coat and opened the window a little.

Wei Junhao looked cold, but when eating with him, one could feel his gentleness and thoughtfulness beneath his silence.

"Are you and Tu Xi... okay?"

"Not bad."

"Oh." Wei Junhao fell silent again.

Xia Yan picked up a piece of tripe with chopsticks and dipped it in the sauce: "Have you not filmed any movies recently?"

"There are no scripts that I like, so I just take a break for a while." Wei Junhao picked up the refreshing fruit wine, took a sip, and said calmly: "I see that you don't seem to have any movies recently."

"My acting skills have always been terrible, and I can't get any good scripts." The original owner's acting skills were terrible, so Xia Yan naturally couldn't act well. In fact, there were also good scripts that saw his popularity and invited him, but in order not to offend the audience, he simply gave up.

He continued, "As for variety shows, it's getting cold now,

so I don't really want to take them." "After all, the reason we make money is to eat, drink and have fun." Xia Yan put down his chopsticks, supported his chin with both hands, and raised the corners of his lips. The light above his head hit his eyes, sparkling and hazy.

Wei Junhao's breath was choked, as if he was burned, and he stood up hurriedly: "The condiments are gone, I'll make them for you."

Xia Yan was not polite and directly ordered: "I want sesame sauce with hot sauce, vinegar, sesame oil, green onions, garlic, coriander, sesame seeds, and peanuts."

A lot of things were thrown out, and Wei Junhao was stunned for a moment, relying on his good memory to remember everything.

The cold wind blew in through the gaps in the window, taking away the steaming heat in the room. The young man lowered his head and fiddled with his cell phone. Zhao Wenxu hadn't called him back yet.

He called Zhao Wenxu, and the cold mechanical tone reminded him that the other party had turned off the phone.

Really... are you that busy?

A bad premonition filled his heart.

After hesitating for a moment, he called Zhao Wenhan again. After the other party answered the phone, he asked for credit: "Brother Xia Yan, I have asked someone to check all the fire protection at home."

"Has Zhao Wenxu arrived home?" Xia Yan got straight to the point.

"Not yet."

"Can you get through to him?"

"Brother is sometimes very busy with social events, and his cell phone is with his assistant, so he does miss calls occasionally." Zhao Wenhan whispered.

Although Zhao Wenhan had given him assurance, there was still an inexplicable sense of crisis lingering in his heart.

The young man opened the window wider in annoyance. He stared at the surroundings. In the dark night, a large area of ​​​​fiery red was unusually conspicuous.

"?" There was clearly no fire

before... Xia Yan's breath was choked. He didn't even have time to take his coat. He hurried to the source of the fire. His panting could be clearly heard on the other end of the phone. "Brother Xia Yan?" "Does Zhao Wenxu have a house near the school?" Although Zhao Wenhan didn't understand, he still answered obediently: "There is a house. It was where he lived when he was in school." "The specific location." "301, third floor, building 1, Huayuan community." Zhao Wenhan subconsciously said the address, and then he felt something was wrong, "Brother Xia Yan, what's wrong? What’s the matter--" Before he finished speaking, the phone was hung up. Xia Yan ran to the gate of the community. There was a large group of people downstairs where the fire had broken out. The security guard shouted that the police had been called and the firefighters would be here soon. He told the residents hiding on the top floor not to jump out of the building and that they would be saved . Huayuan Community is an old community with no elevators. It has six floors in total. The fire has now spread to the fourth floor, which is still a certain distance from the top floor. Regarding Zhao Wenxu's side quest, it is still an ominous dark red. It means that he is not out of danger. [System, turn on the pain shield for me.] Damn! He tried his best. [Okay.] After 999 responded, he asked, [Host, do you need to protect the mosaic? In this way, if you see a corpse in the fire, you won't be disgusted. 】 【……】After three seconds of silence, the young man nodded sullenly, [Open it. ] A lot of people gathered downstairs in the community, and some people brought water over. Xia Yan picked up a bucket of water and poured it on himself. Before anyone could react, he rushed into the building, leaving behind everyone's screams and requests to stay. The first floor was not the point of the fire. Although there were sporadic flames, the overall situation was not serious. Going up to the second floor, Xia Yan covered his mouth and nose with his sleeves. The fire burned extremely fiercely, mixed with the unpleasant smell of gasoline, and burned in large pieces. The young man's heart sank little by little. [This is not an accident, it's murder. 】 There was no time to talk nonsense. Xia Yan took two steps at a time and went up to the third floor. The house numbers on both sides had been damaged, but if he looked carefully, he could find that the fire in the room on the right was more intense. The door had been burned, and the young man kicked it open with force. The flames in the living room touched the young man's skin, which was warm and a little numb, like being roasted by a fire, but there was no pain. He slapped it out expressionlessly, rushed into the room, and found Zhao Wenxu, who was in a powerless state. When Zhao Wenxu saw him, his eyes suddenly widened and his voice became hoarse: "Yanyan? Why are you here? Go away, don't worry about me." "Shut up, you're so noisy, just be obedient." The man was obviously drugged, and although he was conscious, he was powerless. The other party obviously hated him and wanted him to feel the end of his life with his own eyes when he was conscious. The young man took off his wet sweater and stuffed it into his hands: "Cover your nose with the sweater, can you do it?" The man nodded stupidly, and the figure of the young man was reflected in his dark eyes. The only white shirt left was clung to his body, revealing a hazy flesh color. The cuffs had long been dried out, his skin was red, and there were a few small blisters popping out. His face was also red from the high temperature, but his eyes were bright, with a vigorous vitality. Like a gorgeous meteor, just for that moment of burning. The young man squatted down and carried the man on his back. His back was not broad, but he had thin muscles that could hold the man up steadily. The two were very close to each other, and the man heard him muttering softly: "It came in handy, so the exercise was not in vain." It was such a critical moment, but Zhao Wenxu couldn't help laughing.

"What are you laughing at?" Xia Yan carried him upstairs. The second and third floors were splashed with gasoline, and the fire was the most intense. Relatively speaking, the fire on the fourth floor was much smaller.

"You are a CEO worth hundreds of billions. Don't you know how to find a few more people to protect you? You were actually plotted against like this." Xia Yan couldn't help but complain, "So useless, like the plot in a third-rate idol drama."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly reacted.

Damn! Isn't he in the world of novels?

"Forget it, hold me tight, let's go up." The old neighborhood was soundproofed, and Xia Yan clearly heard the whistle of the fire alarm.

The young man felt stuffy in his chest and a little breathless.

From entering the fire scene to now, he has inhaled too much toxic gas.

"Zhao Wenxu? Are you still alive?"

"Yeah."

"When we get out, remember to tell Tu Xi to make him win the Best Actor Award, otherwise I will die with regret." After all his efforts, if the world still collapses in the end and he doesn't get any points, he will definitely be furious.

The young man's words, like a suicide note, made Zhao Wenxu sober up a little.

"Yanyan--"

"I won't let you go, no need to say it." Xia Yan quickly turned sideways to avoid a corridor light that fell down. The house on the fourth floor was burning badly, but the corridor was much safer because there were no flammable materials.

"Don't move, otherwise we will both fall down and die."

Zhao Wenxu's body was stiff.

He was not afraid of death. When he was dying, the most regrettable thing was that he did not say goodbye to the young man in person. Therefore, when Xia Yan appeared, he thought he was dreaming.

But now, he felt real panic.

"Yanyan, are you okay?"

"Not very well." When he was about to reach the sixth floor, the fire gradually became smaller. Perhaps the firefighters played a role. His calf bent and he fell directly on the stairs at the corner.

Zhao Wenxu was also thrown down by him and was pressing on his back.

"Yanyan."

"..."

Xia Yan climbed out from under him, turned the man over, and let him sit against the wall: "It's almost safe here. Just wait for rescue next."

Zhao Wenxu's voice was trembling: "Yanyan, your leg..."

"?"

Xia Yan looked down and was also shocked.

What a large red square mosaic.

When he splashed water, he poured it from his head. In order to avoid being stopped by the security guards, he entered without getting his shoes and trousers wet.

And the people who murdered Zhao Wenxu splashed a large area of ​​gasoline in the corridors on the second and third floors.

The ground was full of fire. He was not Superman and could not fly. He could only run honestly on his legs. Because of the pain shielding, the young man did not feel the pain.

It was not until this time that he could not lift his calves that he realized the seriousness of the situation.

[Host, the body is damaged by 20%, and a large amount of harmful gases have been inhaled. The respiratory tract and lung infections are serious. ] The system said urgently: [Side mission three, saving Zhao Wenxu has been completed, we have to evacuate this world. ]

In short, this body is no longer save.

The maximum damage value set by the Lord God has been reached, and it will automatically detach to avoid causing physical and psychological burden to the host.

[What about Mission 2? ]

[According to the original plot, the cannon fodder should have been offline long ago. After we are gone, this world will continue to develop. As long as Tu Xi wins the Best Actor award in the subsequent timeline, it can also be counted as a branch line completion. ]

[I understand. ]

Xia Yan took a deep breath and took advantage of the last time to remind Zhao Wenxu again: "Tell Tu Xi to become the Best Actor. I want a Best Actor boyfriend."

"Yan Yan."

"As for you..."

The young man glanced and saw that the man lowered his head, his eyes fixed on his legs, and warm tears dripped along his chin.

Such a calm person, crying for him?

"Don't feel guilty, I did it voluntarily." It was getting harder and harder to breathe, but the young man's voice was still lazy and a little careless.

He wanted Zhao Wenxu to be more open-minded. Everything he did was for himself and for the mission.

Death at this moment was just the end of a journey for him.

But the more relaxed and wanton he acted, the more uncomfortable the man felt. When he felt that the young man beside him stopped breathing, he felt an indescribable confusion.

Many unfamiliar pictures suddenly emerged in his mind. The huge impact made him faint.

After an unknown amount of time, the firefighters found this place.

"There are two more victims here, one of whom is still breathing. Call an ambulance."

"Here they come."

The gloomy sky was covered with white snow, burying everything.

Somewhere far away, in the system space,

the young man suddenly opened his eyes.