How long does it take to ruin a peaceful everyday life?

Two nights a day.

A day and a night are used to foreshadow, and a night is used to destroy. A giant hammer of reality, completely destroyed.

However, it seems that it will only take a few hours to restore the ruins.

When Xiang Nanxing and the others finished their breakfast at McDonald's next to the school and returned to the teaching building, all traces of what happened here had been basically cleaned up. The mysterious oil paintings, the blood-stained mirrors and the extra footprints are all gone. The traces of the chase and the fight outside have also been swept away, the grass has been leveled, the mud has been flattened, and the blood stains have been cleaned, and they are almost unrecognizable to the naked eye. Only the extra stairs in the historical building were broken, but it was difficult to move all the remaining waste materials for a while, so they could only be placed in place. So at this time, there can only be a "under construction" cordon fence, and when the truck comes in the morning, it will be gradually cleaned up.

And this is probably the only evidence that last night was not a dream.

Xiang Nanxing walked into the teaching building, and someone here had already arrived earlier than him. The early activists had already finished breakfast and came to the classroom, some of them doing simple exercises to wake up their sleeping bodies, and some of them sat down in their seats and began to prepare for today's lesson. It's just that they are too quiet, so although there are people here, the voices of people are sparse.

It's not time yet.

Xiang Nanxing knew that in another ten minutes, most of the students would enter the comprehensive teaching building one after another, and at that time, the bustling sound of people would fill every inch of his ears, just like every morning from Monday to Friday in the past. And those who like to sleep in usually show up after nearly an hour, sneaking in through the back door of the classroom with buns and milk and soy milk, and then hiding in the back seat and burying their heads under the table to secretly solve the breakfast problem.

Today too, it all looks like it was on a regular day.

"But it doesn't mean the same thing to you."

Ji Fenghua said quietly, then turned his head and looked at Xiang Nanxing with a smile, his eyes flowing, and there seemed to be a bit of ambiguity. Nangong Qian, who was walking on the other side, obviously couldn't see this scene, but as if she suddenly had a feeling, she took a step forward, leaned out and turned her head to stare at Ji Fenghua fiercely, her expression was like a cat that had suddenly exploded.

"I said you don't have to be so hostile. She just sighed at the beauty of daily life. ”

Xiang Nanxing, who was walking in the middle, said with a wry smile: "And I haven't done anything at all!" Why step on my feet! ”

If you look closely, although he still has a smile on his face, he is simply grinning. Nangong Qian stepped forward and stepped directly on the upper of his shoe, still using his heel, and stepped on it and crushed it fiercely. Fortunately, she was wearing just ordinary field boots, with a stiff but wide heel, and if she changed to that kind of thin heel heel, Xiang Nanxing suspected that one of her toes would have been broken.

"I wish you all a happy class and a happy study."

Nangong Qian raised her eyebrows, snorted coldly, clasped her hands in front of her chest, turned around and strode out, without looking back. Unlike the other two, she was not a student here, and she couldn't stay in this teaching area for long. I came here today just to feel the atmosphere of the university at the invitation of Xiang Nanxing.

The night before, she was successfully discharged from the hospital, but she waited left and right there, and she never waited for Xiang Nanxing, who promised to come. It seemed that he had given up on persuading himself to stay, but Nangong Qian had never really thought about it like this, after all, she knew Xiang Nanxing far better than others. In addition, mobile phone contact has not been available, at that time, she was very sure that Xiang Nanxing must have had an accident.

Then it's time for Miss Killer's resurrection. She activated the secret channel of the Nangong family and began to act. Although it is in a foreign country, the Nangong family's network still plays a role. In the evening, she had equipped herself with a set of equipment sufficient to carry out the operation, and obtained a concise report on Xiang Nanxing's whereabouts yesterday. Experience and intuition led her to focus on the "teaching area" for the first time. And when she approached, she discovered artificial obstacles and traps, which made her more sure of her guesses.

At the same time, he also understood for the first time the real mastermind behind Xiang Nanxing's disappearance.

Later, her cooperation with Xiang Nanxing, on the one hand, was due to the tacit understanding between the two and the inertia of action, and on the other hand, it was also because Nangong Qian herself had rich experience in games and knew how to deal with the host, so she barely kept up with Xiang Nanxing's unusual thinking mode.

As far as the results are concerned, the two are undoubtedly a big winner. Nangong Qian's deterrent shooting coupled with Xiang Nanxing's negotiation ability made the host finally retreat and stop the game. The curse of the two parties that one side must die was thus broken, and the teacher, who was technically guilty of attempted murder, could at least stay with his sick daughter for this time, and then turn himself in and ask for a lenient sentence. And Xiang Nanxing and the woman survived, although they were all injured, but surviving was more important than anything else.

It's not over yet, even though they have escaped from prison and desert island, the invisible hand is still hanging over their heads, and it may be pressed down at any time. Nangong Qian understood at the time she saw the high-voltage wires that it was Xiang Nanxing this night, and at another time, it would be her turn.

It's just that she didn't expect that this time would come so early.

"Hello, beautiful young lady."

As soon as she stepped out of the door of the school building, a young man with a hippie smile took the initiative to greet her and greeted her with a feigned intimacy. Nangong Qian saw his face, and her face couldn't help but change slightly.

"Is that you?" She subconsciously stopped. At this moment, her hands wrapped around her chest were released, her left hand was protected in front of her for the first time, and her right hand reached behind her waist, her fingers slightly bent to maintain a state of alertness, so that she could complete the action of drawing a gun and shooting at any time in a few tenths of a second.

For her reaction, the person who came seemed very helpless. "Don't be so nervous." He smiled wryly, "I'm not a beast. ”

"It's not much worse." Nangong Qian replied coldly, but her spirit was always tense, and she didn't dare to relax for a moment. It's just because she knows that the person standing in front of her is not an ordinary student. She had just seen this face a few hours earlier.

This is Yue Ming, the host who dominated the game last night, ranked twenty-three among the hosts, and his title is "Avoidance".

The so-called evasion is the meaning of chameleon. Everything in the world can be disguised, and the appearance of this friendly college student in front of him is just one of his outfits. Nangong Qian had seen him fly down and instantly suppress the momentum of the audience, and she had also felt the huge killing intent that erupted in the moment before his final move. Although he has not fought substantially, this person's skills are definitely worthy of his ranking, even if measured by the standard of inhuman combat power such as the host, he is definitely above the middle and upper level.

Not only did I have to guard against it, but I couldn't even relax for a moment.

"You're really nervous today, though." Yue Ming smiled, reached into his arms, and took out something, "I deliberately came here to look for you early, just to give it to you." ”

"Do I have it too?" Nangong Qian looked at the white envelope in the other party's hand, and her brows raised slightly.

"Was it that unexpected? I guessed it a long time ago. Yue Ming smiled and gently stuffed the envelope into Nangong Qian's hand, "You should think that these are all the rights of the 'candidate'." Xiang Nanxing has it, and of course you have it. ”

"It's a right, so of course I can say no."

Nangong Qian said as she raised her hand and was about to throw the envelope aside. It's just that she speaks simply, but her movements are slower than usual, like playing frame by frame, and her gaze is fixed on the other party's eyes without moving—this is simply a clear temptation.

And Yue Ming didn't care about this.

"Of course you can give up, as long as you don't have anything in mind that you care about." He shrugged, "It's the best way to get the truth, it's hard for the curious, and if there's anything you want to know, this might be the last chance - but those who are willing to numb each day will probably give up." ”

He smiled and looked at the envelope in Nangong Qian's hand.

"By the way, I'd like to ask more...... Which side did he choose? ”

It was obviously a simple question, but this made Nangong Qian silent.

Her fingers unconsciously rubbed the envelope, listening to the subtle rustling sound on the surface.

Silent.

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