Cold.

A biting chill seeped into every pore of his skin, and his limbs stiffened, making him look like a dead corpse covered with a coffin.

Muffled, he heard howls, cries, and the raucous voices of people he hadn't noticed before.

It's like having a mobile phone next to you, or falling asleep unconsciously while watching a TV series, and the clear voice of speech becomes a piece of silence when you listen carefully. Sleepiness paralyzed his entire body, and the vague consciousness he had alone was not enough to support the movements of the probe.

He couldn't turn it off, so he struggled to open half of his eyes and wait for the sleepiness to dissipate.

There was darkness in front of him, bleaker than ink, clouds, and night, and he finally became irritable, struggling to get up, and it seemed as if something was floating in his sight, making him make an unwilling sound.

……

"Hoo ......"

Zhuo Xuan gasped and sat up straight in the darkness.

His eyes were dry, he rolled slightly, and his consciousness returned to this body. At this moment, his heart was filled with fear, and a strange thought popped up to him, making him wonder.

Am I not dead?

When this thought flashed, some inexplicable images automatically jumped out of my head. His body stiffened, his mind stopped turning, and he blankly accepted the scenes that appeared in front of him, as if he were watching a memory that did not belong to him.

But that's clearly yourself.

The whole world is falling.

It was as if a hand was holding his body down, and he felt it fall uncontrollably. At the last moment, Zhuo Xuan resolutely threw away his mobile phone, and he frantically rushed to the bed of his roommate Wang Wankang and found the mobile phone left on the bed.

The truth is that from the moment he turned on the light and walked towards Wang Wankang, he had been pulled into a dream by the beast. At that time, he was only a few steps away from the truth, his heart was full of despair, and he gave up the chance to live.

But what happened to me, I survived again?

Could it be that Zhou Xueqiu is secretly helping!

Zhuo Xuan was a little surprised, he confirmed his guess more and more, so he moved his stiff body, got down the ladder, and pulled the dormitory light away. He looked around, but he didn't find Zhou Xueqiu's figure, he was stunned, and when he glanced at it, he took a step back in some horror, his body trembled slightly, and he looked at the figure sitting on the bed in disbelief.

Wang Wankang?

Zhuo Xuan hesitated, slowly approaching the figure holding the mobile phone, when he crossed the side of his roommate, and then looked up, his heart suddenly leaked half a beat, giving him a great sense of shock.

The figure sitting on the bed was still sluggish, as if he hadn't noticed Zhuo Xuan who had come into sight. His cheeks were pale, his lips were bright, and his greasy, shiny hair was windless, like a small snake on the verge of death.

This face, no matter what, Zhuo Xuan will never forget.

Beneath that transparent ground, it was this face that stared at its own body, expecting its own defeat, giving the deepest and greatest mockery.

It is a beast.

However, at this moment, it seemed to have lost its vitality, it was as still, extremely quiet, and somewhat strangely weird.

Zhuo Xuan hesitated, pressed his finger to the black watch, and the bright red blood flashed, enveloping the beast in it, and in an instant, everything was calm again. The red light dissipated, and the beast disappeared with it.

Is it contained?

Zhuo Xuan waited quietly for a hint from the black watch, and for a moment, a cold electronic sound sounded in his head.

"Terminal 0239 has completed containment mission, and harvest statistics are on-"

"Get the trick 'propagation antenna'."

"Propagation antennas: Someone once said, 'People are doing it, the sky is watching.'" When this act is endowed with the power of the curse, what does everything it sees mean? Allows the Chosen to broadcast a specified picture within a fixed range to convey information. ”

Can you convey what you see in front of you and what you think in your head?

Zhuo Xuan's heart was a little disappointed, he opened the backpack placed on the chair, and looked at a quiet network cable lying inside, less than a meter long, and the disappointment was even worse.

How much he wished he could have a trick that could be used in battle, whether it was a Go game like Zhou Xueqiu that could restrict his movements, or Wan Hongyu's prosthetic eye that could release a curse, it had a fatal attraction for him.

After all, having those things means that he can protect himself and the people he wants to protect.

If nothing else, Wang Wankang is already dead.

and the previous police officer Zhang Lian.

After Zhuo Xuan finished his last mission, he personally went to the Metropolitan Police Department and indicated that he wanted to see Zhang Lian, but he received a sad reply.

"Zhang Lian? There is no one named Zhang Lian in the entire Tinglin City Metropolitan Police Department, aren't you looking for the wrong place? ”

He still remembered the officer's reply, and stood stunned for a long time before leaving with a gloomy face.

People who have crossed paths several times have left him over time, and occasionally, Zhuo Xuan will also think, if he is as strong as Zhou Xueqiu, will the ending be different?

The melancholy feeling diffused in his heart, causing Zhuo Xuan to feel an irrepressible tiredness.

I suddenly wanted to smoke, because I didn't feel sleepy at this moment. Zhuo Xuan inadvertently turned his head and saw the night outside the window, it was pitch black, and there was not even a little starlight.

The night is still long, and who is still awake.

……

"Hello?"

……

The weak signal made Zhuo Xuan's heart fluctuate with it. Just a few seconds later, the moment the phone was connected, Zhuo Xuan could hardly believe his ears.

He magically dialed the number to Wan Hongyu, who was far away on the other side of the city, thinking that she should be sleeping peacefully at this time, and he couldn't bear to wake her up from her dream.

But he did it anyway, obeying the fiery heart.

He trembled, and his voice was a little unsteady: "Wan Hong Yu ......"

"What are you calling so late?"

The voice over the phone was a little tired.

At this moment, Zhuo Xuan only felt that his heart was beating wildly, as if someone was really using his heart as a drum and beating repeatedly.

The continuous sweat oozing from his palm made Zhuo Xuan realize his gaffe, he adjusted his breathing, and suddenly said, "If you didn't sleep...... I want to see you. ”

"At this time?" On the other side of the phone, Wan Hongyu was dumbfounded, but suddenly became gentle, "Zhuo Xuan, do you miss me?" ”

……

"Wait for me."

Through the cold mobile phone, Wan Hongyu's face was already crimson, like a peach blossom after a rain, and two shallow dimples were pointed out on his face.

Wan Hongyu can't remember how long he hasn't been so drunk.

At the head of the bed, the light is dim, as if breeding a little ambiguity that cannot be explained. Paper materials were scattered around the table, and at her feet, dark wine bottles printed in foreign languages were toppled over. The red wine flowing from the mouth of the bottle was like a fine rain, gently dripping her heart.

Hanging up the phone, Wan Hongyu leaned on the head of the bed, letting his consciousness be paralyzed by alcohol to blur, and another man appeared in front of him.

His face was bloody, his eyes were full of reluctance and despair, and he wanted to say some words of encouragement, and lay in the crook of her arm, like a child about to fall asleep.

His figure overlapped with Zhuo Xuan's lonely shadow, slowly separating, and cycled several times. The wonderful emotions made Wan Hongyu can't help but close his eyes, pretending that what just happened was just a sweet dream, leaving some aftertaste, but it made people cry several times.

……

Putting down the phone, Zhuo Xuan's heart was filled with shy joy.

He looked forward to it, lowered his head, and recalled Wan Hongyu's words countless times, like a flower floating after a strong wind. Rui, hazy and charming, remained in his memory forever.