Late at night.

Ling Zhi curled up in the comfortable bed and fell asleep, and a shrill voice broke into the brain that was resting quietly without warning—

"Failed side quest and entered penalty mode."

The emotionless electronic sound made Ling Zhi wake up suddenly, and before he could open his eyes, the original big bed seemed to have turned into a gravityless black hole, forcing Ling Zhi's body to fall downward.

She was swallowed up by darkness, her pupils could not reflect a trace of light, her hearing, smell, and touch were all gone, as if a fire was burning every inch of her skin, and the pain was overwhelming her intestines.

The burning lasted only a minute, but it was as long as a century.

When everything was quiet again, Ling Zhi sat up from the bed panting, sweat soaking her clothes, and her pupils were full of panic.

The pain seemed to be getting a little stronger.

"How many times has this been daydreaming?" Ling Zhi asked in a hoarse voice.

Daydream System: "It's the third time." ”

Ling Zhi rubbed his temples: "Why can't I remember the second time?" ”

In Ling Zhi's impression, this seems to be the second time.

The first time she was shot by the pig, and the second time was ......?

Daydream system: "I'm here with a computer record of the number of times, there are no mistakes, and the intensity of the punishment is incremental." ”

Ling Zhi hurriedly touched the bedside table for a while, turned on the desk lamp with a "snap", picked up his mobile phone and glanced at the time first, it was half past four in the morning. She opens her recent text message history and clicks on the sender's phone number on the first text message to dial out.

"Sorry, the phone number you are calling is not in the service area, please call again later......"

Ling Zhi used to block all the phone numbers of Qi Zhileng, but now she has unblacklisted the phone numbers she had blocked one by one, and dialed them out one by one, without exception, all of them couldn't get through.

Ling Zhi remembered again that when the Kirin Group gave her various projects before, Qi Zhileng's secretary called her, although she didn't answer, there were still missed call records on the phone. It took a long time for Ling Zhi to turn over this distant record and call the other party.

Half past four in the morning is indeed very disturbing to people's dreams, but this person's life is at stake, and disturbing people's dreams is also a last resort.

"Miss Yang? Is there anything wrong with calling so early? The secretary's tone was all sleepy.

Ling Zhi asked, "Where did your president go?" ”

"Didn't the president send you home after attending the charity gala last night?"

"No, something happened to him." Ling Zhi said with certainty.

"What's wrong?"

Ling Zhi said: "I don't know, but it should be an accident." ”

The secretary suddenly fell asleep, and after hanging up Ling Zhi's phone, he immediately called Qi Zhileng and called many times, but the result was the same as Ling Zhi, and he was not in the service area. The more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, so he hurriedly went out to find someone with a few clothes, and called the police by the way.

At the same time, Ling Zhi is also looking for someone outside.

The cold wind howls at the dawn of winter, and the sun shrinks into the embrace of the night and refuses to probe, perhaps the night is too cold, and the sun finally has to rise slowly.

It was dawn, but Ling Zhi still didn't find anyone.

Until Ling Zhi received a call from Secretary Qi Zhileng: "Miss Yang, I have found Mr. Qi." ”

"Where?"

The secretary was silent for a few seconds, sniffed, and said in a somewhat heavy tone: "You can come to the police station." ”