She only had two choices.
One is to kill Su Mingan before he takes any action.
One is to cooperate with him.
But she had to come to this room anyway.
Generally speaking, Lin Jiang could take action during the daytime, but unfortunately Xia Luoyang was a stumbling block and had been protecting Su Mingan.
She could only arrive early at night, before he took action, using this tiny bit of time.
This opportunity is fleeting.
She caught it.
Smart person.
"Then why should I believe that you won't report me during the day?" Su Mingan said, "Or, why should you trust me and not suddenly attack you at night? Nighttime is my home turf."
Lin Jiang stretched out his hand and nodded at him:
"Just because you're the number one player."
She said: "If you were someone who would betray me so easily, I would not have proposed to cooperate with you. I am the same. I would not rely on reporting my companions to win. I do not like internal friction."
"Hmm..." Su Ming'an did not comment on her righteous words.
"Or, you can tell me where your fellow doctor is and I'll go kill him." Lin Jiang said, "As long as I become a doctor, we will have the same interests in the true sense - there will only be two doctors left in this white sand paradise."
"Okay." Su Mingan said.
"One person is responsible for one floor, there shouldn't be any problem," said Lin Jiang.
"That's fine with me, as long as you don't get into any trouble."
"Hmph..." Lin Jiang seemed very confident about this.
"Oh, right." Su Ming'an turned his head and glanced at the broken door:
"If you were calmer, you wouldn't have made such a fuss about breaking the door... It makes me lose a good night's sleep."
"I knocked, but you didn't respond." Lin Jiang said.
Su Mingan was stunned.
...Is he in such a bad condition that he can't even hear the knock on the door?
"You are in really bad shape, No. 1 player." Lin Jiang suddenly laughed, "You are in such a bad shape that even a cautious person like me feels like attacking."
Su Mingan started walking, passed by her, and smiled:
"It's okay to kill you."
…
[Lord God Space·12th District Server]
“Click.”
A cluster of faint blue flames suddenly appeared and danced quietly between the intertwined fingers.
The white-haired man frowned and looked at the gray sky, with smoke emitting from the thin cigarette between his two fingers.
"It's raining..." He blew out smoke rings, looking a little tired.
"——I don't know which bastard started playing with that shitty weather architecture system again." The man next to him had a slicked-back hair and a handsome appearance, a typical Western European look. He patted his long gown, shaking off the raindrops on the ground: "Shit——! I really don't know how these people's brain circuits are formed. They like to simulate rain, snow, and hail day after day——Do they like these bad weather so much?"
“Don’t say that. Maybe he was born in a country with continuous rainy seasons.” The white-haired man said with a smile.
"Are you saying that these motherless guys are homesick?"
"Perhaps."
"...I really don't know what that rabbit is doing with this. A virtual architecture system? How ridiculous. Are they doing this to laugh at us? To see us missing our homeland?"
“Maybe this thing will work, too.”
"--What?"
“When Fulton invented the steamboat, his scoffers had no idea it would usher in a new era.”
"How can this be the same? Fulton is fine, but if the things brought by that rabbit can be considered a revolution, then I would rather this new era die. Humanity should have been destroyed long ago, from the moment the world war began in the last century! Can you imagine? Such a ridiculous, absurd thing happened in this era - many people are watched by their compatriots like toys and actors, and so many people even take pleasure in it and have not woken up yet!"
"...Then what can we do?" The white-haired man exhaled a smoke ring: "Does that mean we are awake now?"
"What do you mean."
"Standing here, watching this imaginary rain created by those shitty people you mentioned, smoking a cigarette with a familiar taste, cursing my compatriots and denouncing the real us..." the white-haired man said, his eyes slightly frozen: "You can't say you're sober."
He looked at the seemingly non-stop heavy rain in front of him and put a few strands of wet hair behind his head: "At most, I am more of a complainer."
"I..." The man with his slicked-back hair choked for a moment.
"Don't be so stubborn. Just now, your short pause has answered my question instead of your words."
"I just choked on your cigarette, damn it, can't you smoke less?"
"...Ha. If I can't do what I like here, then I'm no different from a prisoner. The street isn't a no-smoking area."
Although he said this, the white-haired man turned slightly to the side and prevented the smoke ring from floating over.
The two seemed to fall into a brief silence. They leaned against the wall and looked at the pouring rain in front of them.
In the heavy rain, colorful fountains and misty rain mixed together.
In the dim sky, red and green lights flashed like traffic lights. Through the light of the thin mist, people holding umbrellas could be seen walking through the damp air and on the sparsely populated streets.
The display screens on the street were still broadcasting the live broadcasts of the top players, but despair was revealed on every screen.
The Sixth World, which is praised by people on the world forum as the "hardest copy", "the most dangerous copy" and "the copy of death", puts enormous mental pressure on people.
After a player became a madman who lost his mind and went crazy in the square, people's fear was magnified.
The reason why people dare to take part in these underworld dungeons and experience pain and death is actually mostly because "they will not really die."
And now, this premise shows signs of being broken.
Not really dead.
But it would be really crazy.
...No one wants to be a madman.
Now even the flow of people in the main god space has decreased a lot. Many people don’t even dare to stay in teahouses where people gather to watch live broadcasts, because they will get scared after watching for too long.
"Huh..." The white-haired man exhaled a smoke ring and looked up at the gray sky.
Time passes in silence, and people come and go before my eyes.
And during the time they stood still, several hurried figures passed by in the heavy rain.
Between them, there was a person tied to a white stretcher. The person had lifeless eyes and was mumbling to himself, as if he had become an idiot.
"...No one can escape, no one can escape, we all have to face hell..."
"I can't escape. It's... too late..."
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