"Qi Jiu, try to live."

"I believe you can do it."

The moment the other party pressed the trigger, the fine snow fell again.

You can't feel the cold in retrospectively, and you don't care about the pain.

The clock points to twelve o'clock –

On that night, Qi Yan had lost consciousness at this moment.

But Qi Jiu, who was in a dream, was very awake at the moment.

His killer finally grabbed his hand and didn't let the cake he was holding in his hand fall to the ground.

The killer seems to be concerned about the birthday cake that the convenience store bought temporarily.

Why?

After the bullet had penetrated Qi Jiu's chest, the murderer seemed to say something in his ear, and Qi Jiu tried very hard to hear clearly, but unfortunately, the dream backtracking stopped.

The sound of the rain gradually became clearer, and Qi Zhen could even hear the silent sound of electricity in the room.

He opened his eyes on the chaise longue, and the witch opposite him had already put away the hypnotic props.

"Don't worry, take a break before you get up."

The witch's little apprentice had already brought a bowl of hot potion, and after thanking him, he took a sip, and his originally drowsy consciousness instantly sobered up.

The medicinal juice quickly warmed up his limbs, Qi Yan's chest rose and fell slightly, and he slowed down for a while before sitting up from the recliner.

Even though it was only a dream regression, the dull pain in his chest remained.

Qi Yan even subconsciously touched the position of his heart, but unfortunately there was nothing except for the heartbeat that was a little out of rhythm.

There were no bullet holes in the blood, and no warm scarlet fluid oozing out.

"I didn't feel the other party's energy," a puzzled look flashed across the witch's face, "It's strange that through the dream backtrack, there is no murderer's energy at the scene of the crime where you were shot." ”

"Only your energy." The witch shook her head in confusion, "Probably because my ability is limited and I can't feel the murderer's energy field, I'm sorry to let you experience such a painful memory again." ”

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile: "It's okay." ”

As he spoke, he put his glasses back on.

Time passed quickly, and by the time I left the witch's place, it was already ten o'clock in the night.

The dripping rain never seemed to stop, Qi Zhen held his umbrella and tilted his head slightly, the night of the dying city became humid because of the rain, but also because the rain became bright.

Inspired by the witch, Qi Yan pondered several questions along the way:

The core plot line related to 1.079 was abandoned by the system, is it related to this bug? After completely releasing that guy's energy, can it help fix the bug?

2. What is the causal relationship between being forcibly sent into the "Rules Book" and the existence of the bug?

3. Why did the murderer care so much about that birthday cake? What was the last thing that came into his ear? If the other party is not 079, why can't the witch sense his energy field? Why did he have gray cat hair on his cuffs again?

4. Travelers who choose to redeem time from the "Rules Illustrated Book" will be emptied of their memories of spending time here, and it stands to reason that people in the real world can't know about the existence here, so how did those travelers who got stuck in the bug do it? Has the existence of the "Rules Book" been exposed? Is this related to the initial bug?

5. Is it true that the only travelers who come in through the card bug are death row inmates? Could it have spread to groups they don't know about?

Although there were many questions left, this meeting with the witch made Qi Yan affirm one thing.

Many travelers who are forced to enter the level will end up more inclined to stay in the city than return to the real world, and they don't want the city to be swallowed up by bugs.

As for the reason for staying, everyone will have their own answer.

So... What about himself?

Qi Yan began to think seriously, would he prefer to stay here rather than go back?

The sound of music flowing from the convenience store on the street interrupted Qi Jiu's thinking, and Qi Jiu subconsciously looked over, and was quickly attracted by the birthday cake placed in the window.

The neighborhood where witches live is densely populated, so even the convenience store is larger and more stocked than the Dawn neighborhood.

Qi Ji hesitated outside the door for a moment, and finally entered the convenience store by surprise, he stood in front of the cake window and motioned to the waiter: "Hello, can you please help me pack that cake?" ”

The waiter NPC in the store was very welcoming: "Of course no problem. ”

NPC quickly took the box and carefully wrapped the cake in the window, "Is it your birthday, sir?" Happy birthday. ”

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment and smiled: "Thank you." ”

He thought for a moment, and then took a small box of strawberry cream cake from the window, "This is also for me to check out, and the small cake does not need to be packaged." ”

"Okay, we gave you these candles, have you seen enough? Not enough, I'll get you two more boxes. With that, NPC stuffed a box of birthday candles into the cake bag.

"That's enough, thank you." Qi Ji took the packaging bag and put the unpackaged small cake in front of the cash register, "This is for you." ”

NPC was stunned: "Ah, this, how can this be, you spent money on ......"

Qi Yan smiled: "You wished me a happy birthday just now, eating this cake is even if you celebrate my birthday." ”

NPC looked at the fresh strawberry cream cake and licked his lips imperceptibly: "But there are regulations at the Employment Center in Dying City, because of limited resources, we, as service staff, are not allowed to eat the food in the store without permission......"

Qi Jiu: "This is already the cake I bought, of course I can share it with the people who celebrate my birthday together, right?" ”

"Oh, too," NPC tilted his head, a look on his face that abruptly appeared, and then he happily took the strawberry cake in his hand, "Thank you." ”

In fact, as an NPC selling goods, he has been hungry for this cake for a long time, but because of his identity, he has never had the opportunity to try it.

"You're wonderful, sir." NPC said to Qi Ji.

After completing the payment, Qi Yan smiled, nodded slightly, and walked towards the outside of the store.

"Welcome back."

The waiter's voice disappeared behind the door

Outside the door, the rain was dripping, and the rain brightly illuminated by the street lights reminded him of the snow that night.

Just as damp, just as bright.

He was also carrying a birthday cake in his hand.

His eighteenth birthday has long passed, and now he just somehow wants to eat cream cake.

No, he was killed on his eighteenth birthday, and it stands to reason that his time was forever stuck on that day.

So, is it okay to count it like this-

In the world of Dying City, Qi Ji lives every day on his eighteenth birthday?

It seems like you can celebrate your birthday every day... It's kind of romantic to think about it this way.

Qi Yan walked to the intersection with the cake in his hand, it was late at night, almost all the shops on the opposite street were closed, and only one clothing store was still lit.

The owner of the clothing store seems to be a very clean person, and the window glass is so spotless that even if he is standing across the street, through the fine rain, he can see the clothes displayed in the window through the fine rain.

Qi Jiu, who was waiting for the green light, felt a little bored, and inadvertently raised his gaze to look at the bright window.

But in the next moment, his face changed suddenly-

Because behind the lighted window, a familiar black trench coat hangs.

Black trench coat......

It was exactly the same as the clothes the murderer wore that night.

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Qi Yan froze in place for a moment, and it wasn't until the green light at the intersection turned red again that he gradually regained his ability to think.

What's going on? Is it just a coincidence?

Or is it that you've just experienced a dream regression from a witch, so you're now extra sensitive to things related to the murderer? After all, the black trench coat actually looks pretty much the same......

When the green light came on again, Qi Yan quickened his pace to cross the zebra crossing and walked towards the clothing store.

The young lady NPC, who runs a clothing store, was counting the shelves and preparing to close, when she suddenly saw a young man with an umbrella pushing the door into the store, and she looked at the other party with some surprise.

"I'm sorry, are you getting ready to leave work?" The young man who pushed the door in was very polite, he wiped the water stains on his glasses, and behind the lenses were a pair of chic gray-green eyes.

The young lady immediately smiled: "Yes, you are probably my last guest tonight." ”

The implication is that she will wait for Qi Yan to choose the clothes she needs before leaving work, after all, no one can refuse such a polite and good-looking young man.

"I'm really sorry," Qi Yan carefully put his umbrella out of the door and dried the soles of his shoes on the carpet before entering the store, and he walked towards the black trench coat on the shop window with a clear purpose, "I want to try this trench coat, okay?" ”

He glanced at the price tag, this black trench coat cost 279 coins, which is not cheap.

"Of course it's no problem, of course you need to try more to find out if it's suitable for you." The young lady had a very good attitude, she immediately put down the work in her hand and personally took off this windbreaker for Qi Ji.

"Thank you." Qi Yan took the trench coat and walked to the fitting room.

Half a minute later, Qi Jiu, who was wearing a black trench coat, stood in front of the mirror, both the cuffs and the length of the hem were just right, and the cut of the trench coat perfectly fit Qi Jiu's figure, as if it was tailor-made for him.

Although Qi Yan was not wearing a hat, the place where he was standing at the moment was in the backlight, and he couldn't see his face clearly in the mirror.

It's like that night, at the intersection where the temporary traffic lights flashed, the murderer who passed by him was also carrying the snow.

Qi Yan stared at himself in the mirror for a moment, and although he had already guessed in his heart, he still asked silently-

Who are you? And why?

"Hey, it fits perfectly." The young lady behind her, who couldn't see Qi Yan's expression clearly, smiled

"This style of trench coat is only available to us, it is an exclusive design, and you look good in it." The young lady enthusiastically introduced her own products, "and whether it is workmanship or fabric, they are the best." ”

Qi Yan asked again: "Have any other customers ever bought this windbreaker in the store?" ”

He needs to rule out all possibilities.

The young lady shook her head hurriedly: "It doesn't exist, because it's the only one, so there will definitely be no problem of hitting the shirt." ”

Qi Yan was stunned for a moment: "Okay, I understand." ”

After he came out of the fitting room again, he handed the black trench coat he had changed into to the young lady: "Please help wrap it up, thank you." ”

"No problem, it's really for you." The young lady folded the trench coat and put it in the bag, and sighed, "I can give you a discount for tonight's purchase, and you only need to pay 220 yuan." ”

"Thank you."