About 60 years ago, Fictional Story didn't have such a management system, and the rule was that the rule was to win or lose.

At that time, the highest-level NPC was selected based on the number and degree of the number of players received, and when they stood in the position of the highest-level NPC, their status was equivalent to that of the current manager, and they could freely control the entire Fictional story and NPCs.

Every two years, this system lasted for twenty years, and the ten NPCs who stood in the highest level position were the guides of the biennial round, so the number of times they received players were:

Eight, six, nine, seven, eight, six, nine, five, ten, eight

The number of deaths per NPC host player is:

two, none, none, one, one, one, two, none, none, one

The causes of death were different from now, there were only two:

Killed

suicide

The number behind the fragment happens to be:

8、6、9、7、8、6、9、5、10、8

2、0、0、1、1、0、2、0、0、1

Fan Xing had just finished speaking, and when he turned around, he saw Ling Yun asleep against the wall, and there was still a little milk left in his hand.

"No... Don't touch me, anyway... You're all going to die anyway, you... What are you crying about here... After I found out about it, you didn't... I'm very happy, looking forward to me every day... Death, you know what this disease is... It's hard to have a chance of being cured, so... You're just here on vacation... Hypocritically...... I don't even feel like it hurts to the bone... Can't say a word ......" Fan Xing has no way to listen to the content behind, he doesn't understand human feelings, and he can't understand Ling Yun.

Curled up in the corner, Ling Yun frowned, even in his dreams he had to face those, his heart spasmed, he opened his eyes suddenly, a thin layer of sweat oozed from the corners of his forehead, Fan Xing was still repairing the mural, and there were only a few fragments at his feet.

"Who are they?" Fan Xing didn't turn his head, only the last fragment remained, painted with a large area of dark blue, endlessly devouring the bright yellow on it.

"What are they, Starlight, are you stupid?" Ling Yun stood up, unashamedly stuffed the pacifier into the mouth of the eldest young master Fan Xing, and laughed stupidly twice.

Who is this personality that comes and goes so fast? Brother Yun's idol Xiao Han?

"Silly B, it's better to think about how to break through the level by being alone there." Fan Xing pressed the fragment to the vacancy, and after shaking through a layer of mist, the crack in the mural was intact again.

Stuffed the bottle to Ling Yun...

"Me? Broken thoughts? Fuck me, Starlight, do you hear me? Ling Yun began to feel that the development of things was not as simple as he imagined, and glanced at the mural, and then at Fan Xing.

"Hmm." Fan Xing stretched out his hand and shook it in front of Ling Yun's eyes, this thing was motionless like a sculpture, "What are you doing?" ”

"It's okay, keep going, your brother is definitely not the one who gets angry because you hear my dream words." Ling Yun's mentally retarded behavior didn't know when it would end, and Fan Xing was complaining.

"I'm not deaf, I can hear a creature of flesh and blood." Fan Xing didn't know which tendon he was wrong, so he actually wasted time with a stupid B here, arguing and hearing the dream talk???

"I'm deaf, the stars are shining, your words are piercing." Ling Yun's heart was mixed, and he would be salted by an NPC's wound.

"Silly B, let's go, someone is coming with you outside." There was no time left to waste here, Fan Xing took Ling Yun's hand, and the moment the two hands touched together, his face turned red.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

"What?" Ling Yun yawned, and a tear squeezed out of the corner of her eye.

"8, 6, 9, 7, 8, 6, 9, 5, 10, 8, 2, 0, 0, 1, 1, 0, 2, 0, 0, 1, all the numbers after the fragments, remember." Fan Xing frantically output to Ling Yun, and the ghost knows if this thing can be imported in.

"How do you remember this? The stars are shining, and I'll talk about it again. ”

"If you change every two years, it will be two math intervals, subtraction, subtraction, will it?"

"Minus what? Holy shit, Starlight, are we on fire? Ling Yun turned his head and saw a group of NPCs behind him, including Wanxia, He Chuan and Chu Xue.

Fan Xing ignored Ling Yun, shook off his hand, and said: "8, 6, 9, 7, 8, 6, 9, 5, 10, 8, 2, 0, 0, 1, 1, 0, 2, 0, 0, 1, subtraction operations at intervals of two numbers, the result of the calculation is the password, remember it, you must remember it, and then there will be NPCs to take you to the operating room, no matter what he says, don't struggle, it's all related to customs clearance, it won't hurt to play anesthetic, hear it!"

After finishing speaking, Fan Xing stopped and turned to face a group of NPCs chasing after him.

"I'm with you, Starlight, I'm with you." Ling Yun was completely panicked, and almost tore off his Young Master Fan Xing's arm.

"Do you want to go out?"

"Yes, but..."

"Then what are you going to do with me?" Fan Xing was unusually calm and took a few steps forward, representing that he had given up resistance.

Ling Yun stuck in the second half of the sentence and didn't say it, but I'm allergic to anesthetics...

Thinking about how many sins Ling Yun suffered in the hospital before, in the end, he really had no choice, he gave up, instead of doing uncertain things in uncertain situations, it was better to finish the last part of the road quickly.

Walking alone in the bloody medical club, basins of dirty things were splashed on his body, his body was cold and swishing for a while, and Fan Xing's figure was no longer visible from a distance, it was going to be over, who was the next guide? Male or female? If it's a man, it's best not to crook melons and split dates, if it's a woman, it's better to be pure, don't be charming and charming, thinking like this, completely forget the big string of numbers Fan Xing said just now.

One hand grabbed Ling Yun into the operating room, and he couldn't see a figure, and he slipped away, only feeling that something was pricked in his spine, not an anesthetic, but an NPC bluffing method.

"You can't do something in the sun?" Ling Yun clutched his spine, and in an instant, the pain swept through his body, spreading from his back, and the pain was like the erosion of ten thousand ants, and every bone was being tortured.

The NPC was wearing a sterile suit, it was quite like that, pressing Ling Yun on the steel plate bed covered with sterile mats, the shoulder blades were painful, there was no meat in the first place, so next to the bed board, it was strange that it didn't hurt.

The shadowless light shone directly into Ling Yun's pupils, raised his hand to cover it, and gently put his long eyelashes on it, and the NPC took out the things he wanted to use from the porcelain plate, without any verbal communication during the whole process.

"No... No... I..."Before Ling Yun finished speaking, the NPC stood next to Ling Yun with a syringe, the syringe contained a white liquid, and a rose floated, Ling Yun's pupils were trembling.

Where will be as calm as Fan Xing said, grabbing the handrail next to him, the handrail is carved with hollow roses, very rough to the touch, around a thin chain, the surface is covered with a layer of rust, it should not have been used for a long time, and the rust should be formed by long-term dripping.

My mind is full of the tortures I endured in the hospital, starting with the first piercing and then freeing myself.

Now lying on the bed, he didn't dare to come out, the needle was pierced on Ling Yun's lower back, and he slowly felt the medicine pouring into his body.

Immediately, from the wrist to the back to the heels, a large red rash on the skin was accompanied by extremely unbearable itching, Ling Yun felt that the airway was choked, stretched out his hand and grabbed the skin vigorously, a large area of peeling off, and the back of the waist had already ulcerated.

Like Ling Yun's situation, it is a very serious symptom, but the players who are randomly captured in this game have not handed in the physical examination form before, and the NPC looked at Ling Yun without any reaction, and pulled out another from the porcelain plate, and was made like this, and even forgot how to calculate the password.

Ling Yun curled up, his hands shrunk in his sleeves, his body trembled in pain, he was sensitive to pain since he was a child, how could he be willing to come here to challenge the limits of human beings, tears couldn't stop sliding down his cheeks, and the pillow was wet.

"Don't move." The NPC forcibly lay Ling Yun down, his feet unconsciously retracted, and finally he was directly tied to the bed by the NPC, unbuttoned it, and from the collarbone to the lower abdomen, a large area of skin was exposed, which was also slowly festering.

"Don't do that... Don't..."Ling Yun blocked his eyes with his forearm, his eyelashes were wet and hot against the skin, and he seemed to see the attending physician of the Eighth Hospital in front of his eyes, always with a straight face, and he did everything directly, without giving him time to prepare psychologically, and even when he found out that he was allergic to anesthetics for the first time, he didn't tell himself in advance, nor did he tell his family, and the boy who was less than twenty years old was called like giving birth.

"The guide is Fan Xing?" The NPC suddenly spoke, startling Ling Yun.

"Yes, for the time being, questions? But maybe not anymore..."Ling Yun felt that he was "slaughtered" like an ingredient, do you want to flip through the recipe?

"Hmm."

"What are you, you... Hey, fuck, if you have something to say, don't move the knife," Ling Yun's eyes were shaken by the silver blade, and the next second the knife was directly inserted into the abdomen, as if he lost his voice, and only made an en sound.

NPC carried the knife and twisted it a few times and then pulled it down for a long time, the blood spread on the sterile cloth and shirt, this pain is real, it feels like the skin and flesh are being pulled, the head feels like it was hit twice by a big bell, the leg is slowly put down, trying not to faint, propping himself up with his elbows, seeing a piece of blood red, being pressed down by the NPC, almost breaking his neck...

"If you don't faint, don't move."

Ling Yun lay on the bed and swallowed tears, and the scene at that time was entangled in his mind, and he suddenly sprinkled a handful of salt on the wound for you, the kind that was enough to fry a few dishes.

The NPC picked an awl, grinded a vial of powder on a bone, and poured it into a transparent key.