Tinglin University, in the Office of the Student Dean.

Zhou Xueqiu's brows furrowed, and the fingers of his left hand unconsciously brought to his mouth; His eyes were glued to the computer screen, his right index finger tapping restlessly on the mouse, as if he had seen some shocking news.

It's just that with Zhou Xueqiu's character, it is difficult for him to make that kind of extremely shocking expression.

His chaotic thoughts were interrupted by a "bang" on the door.

Zhuo Xuan, who looked puzzled, closed the door casually, walked straight to Zhou Xueqiu, sat beside him, and asked directly: "What are you looking for me?" ”

It has been a few days since Lin Xinyu found Lin Sicheng. After Zhuo Xuan destroyed Zhao Yusen's computer host, those brainwashed readers have regained their senses, including Lin Sicheng, and have returned to normal life.

Due to the influence of the "beast", they did not maintain the memories of this period, and according to what Zhuo Xuan learned, the rules of this world would automatically erase all the knowledge that ordinary people had about beasts.

Judging from Zhou Xueqiu's previous experience, it is generally difficult for humans who are directly affected by beasts to survive normally. It is precisely for this reason that he has been silently following Lin Xinyu in the past few days, and he has also been in touch with the chat software. Fortunately, the result was not bad, Lin Xinyu did not have any abnormalities, which can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

"Look at this." Zhou Xueqiu did not answer Zhuo Xuan's question directly, but turned the laptop around and pointed the screen at him.

Within Zhuo Xuan's line of sight, the news headline "A woman died in XX apartment, and the police preliminarily concluded that it was a vendetta".

"Nothing special." Zhuo Xuan muttered.

In this era, in this era of idealism in which "beasts" roam the blind spot of cognition, it is all too common for one or two homicides to occur.

However, Zhou Xueqiu did not respond to Zhuo Xuan's complaints, but waited for the latter to continue reading.

Zhuo Xuan patiently read word by word, and soon his face turned pale.

"Did you kill her?" Zhou Xueqiu asked.

Zhuo Xuan's lips trembled, and then his reaction became very intense: "How could it be me!" ”

That's right, on this news, the identity of the deceased has been confirmed!

Zhao Yusen!

The owner of Miki Bookstore, a strong woman who tried to turn Lin Sicheng into her partner with the power of a "beast", actually died in a murder?

It's hard to imagine that this is what really happened.

Zhuo Xuan's thoughts became extremely confused, he couldn't believe such a fact, his hands trembled, he didn't know where to put it, and finally he had to collapse on the chair, like a puddle of mud.

"Was it killed by the beast?" Zhuo Xuan's eyes were a little hollow, and he asked as if talking to himself.

Zhou Xueqiu's brows were twisted into a rope, and when Zhuo Xuan's words were asked, his tone became less polite: "Use your brain, if you are killed by the 'beast', you won't be in the news!" ”

That's right.

Beasts are supernatural creatures that are outside the rules of the world, and if humans are killed by them, then there will be rules to create new beings to fill this gap.

It's like writing a text. One word can be replaced by another synonym without much difference in context. Because the human beings affected by the beast are erased and replaced by the words in the text, and the fight between the chosen ones does not follow this law.

In other words, Zhao Yusen just died in a homicide.

But is it really such a coincidence?

Zhou Xueqiu looked at his phone, his eyes narrowed: "If nothing else, the police will follow the clues to the school, how to speak when the time comes, you must know as well as me." ”

This is not Zhou Xueqiu's threatening words, Zhuo Xuan knows that once the news of the "beast" is revealed, he will reveal his identity as the chosen one. Besides, who would believe in the existence of the "beast"?

"I see." Zhuo Xuan nodded, the shock in his heart still not dissipated.

Zhou Xueqiu looked at his phone again, seemed to reply to a message, and then said to Zhuo Xuan: "Okay, there is nothing else." Close the door before you go...... I still have some things, so I'll go first. ”

Looking at the figure of Zhou Xueqiu leaving, Zhuo Xuan only felt that a sense of helplessness swept over like a tide. He leaned silently on the boss's chair, his body as if he was sinking into a cloud, and he just wanted to fall asleep like this.

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Bend your fingers slightly and tap the door panel with your joints.

The door opened, revealing a man wearing a hydra mask. Hydra has a slender body, and her voice has a different kind of magic: "I'm glad you kept the agreement between us, now tell me about your condition." ”

He nodded, and with some apprehension, he touched the fairy mask on his face, which he had bought to satisfy the quirks of the famous psychiatrist.

In order to make an appointment with the psychiatrist, he spent almost all of his savings from his part-time job.

"My condition. I'm not sure," he paused, sitting in the chair next to his desk, but hallucinated to smell blood, "I just feel lonely, I don't have any friends, by the way, I've met a very strange person lately." I treat him as a friend, but I don't know if he treats me as a friend......"

It was as if the conversation box had finally opened, and he began to confide, becoming more and more emotional. His fragile voice seemed to actively highlight the fact that he was only a student, and although his face was obscured by a mask, it still gave room for speculation.

"That's probably it," he thought he had vented enough, only to find that the Hydra doctor in front of him didn't seem to really listen to him. The other person kept staring at the computer, as if he was hesitating to make some kind of determination, "Are you listening?" ”

"Of course," Hydra's voice remained gentle, "it's the influence of your family of origin, right?" ”

"Yes," the young boy relieved, and it seemed that the other party still listened to him.

Only twenty minutes had passed.

Hydra smiled, though not in front of anyone, as he threw a document from his computer into the recycle bin, "Let me teach you something." ”

"Please."

He manipulated the mouse and clicked the clear button: "There are some things that you have to selectively discard; Especially when all its possibilities are presented to you, then it no longer has meaning to you. ”

"Huh?" He clearly didn't understand the meaning of Hydra's words.

Hydra's voice was gentle, and he paused, "I mean, if I can help you and fulfill all your wishes, will you be satisfied?" ”