Seven Days, Seven Nights

The dark clouds gradually dissipated, and the gray sky seemed much more comfortable.

Ji Heng glanced at Su Er: "Go back?"

Suer nodded, this time the copy barely went well, but he basically never slept well, and the whole person's spirit is currently in a state of wilting.When he was sleepy, he decisively pressed the depression on the breastplate and left the game.

Finally returning to the real world, Su Er couldn't hide the tiredness in his eyes and yawned.

Ji Heng stopped delaying his rest time, and helped to call a rental car: "Get a good rest."

Suer nodded and slapped his hands twice at random: "Goodbye."

He has always been very vigilant, even if he is sleepy now, he is still holding on, not daring to sleep directly in the taxi.

The melody played on the radio is very appealing, and the singer's voice is accurate, and I will feel an itch in my heart.

Su Er's sleepiness dissipated for the most part, and he subconsciously sat up straight and listened carefully. The sound became more familiar as he heard it, and he subconsciously murmured, "Qu Qingming?"

The driver who drove was a young man, and he immediately became excited when he caught his self-talk: "You know her too?"

Sur answered vaguely.

"Have foresight!" Just in time for a red light, the taxi driver opened the window, put his arms on it and turned his head over and said: "I have seen it once, and I am really beautiful. I heard that she has recently started to get involved in the entertainment industry. Fire."

Sur: "It's dangerous."

"what?"

Sur: "Your hand."

The taxi driver said it was okay, but he still retracted his hand: "Have you seen "Mo Lu"? The very beautiful truck driver is Qu Qingming, and she likes doing this action inside.

Suer originally planned to introduce the topic and ask in detail, but it is a pity that the taxi driver is a standard obsession, indulging in self-questioning and answering, and does not give others the opportunity to speak.

Zhao Sanliang said that many people have investigated the missing players in reality, and the outcome of blind exploration will not be too good.

He thinks this sentence is an exaggeration, at least Suer is sure that Zhao Sanliang and Ji Heng have been tracking them, but they have grasped a degree.As for where the bottom line of the game is, no one knows until it is touched.

Thinking of this, Su Er leaned back again, resumed his relaxed posture, and took out his phone to search for Qu Qingming.

According to the taxi driver, the other party is still a celebrity.

The introduction on the Internet is very comprehensive. Qu Qingming has a small reputation in the modeling industry, and only slowly got involved in the entertainment circle last year. The current popularity is not very high.There is not much black material about her, and the most common title is'from small to beautiful'.

Suer clicked in a few photos and admitted that he was indeed very beautiful, and he was a beautiful child when he was a child.

Holding the phone upside down on his lap, Suer half-closed his eyes in thought. Before leaving the copy, the question Ji Heng asked Qu Qingming last was lingering in his mind:

——Are you good-looking before?

--maybe.

Two people, both the questioner and the answerer are strange.

Why does Ji Heng's temperament focus on Qu Qingming's appearance?

Su Er couldn't help but glanced at the photos again. Qu Qingming started early, and there are still many videos of her previous shows on the Internet. After going in and watching them one by one, no abnormalities were found.

Sur sighed regretfully, fortunately that before, he had also made up a story about Qu Qingming and the game trading in exchange for beauty.

"Here." The driver interrupted his cranky thinking.

"Thank you." After paying the money, Su hurriedly got out of the car and walked quickly towards the empty house.

The weather this year is very strange, I love rain especially, and it is the kind of unpredictable drizzle.

As soon as he entered the house, Suer ignored his wet hair, pulled a coat to cover it, and fell directly on the sofa to sleep.

He was dizzy, and when he was conscious, he was in the cemetery, surrounded by barren tombs, and the cry of the grave came intermittently.

There is a vast expanse of whiteness between the sky and the earth, and I almost told you directly, this is a dream, and it is not a good dream.Su Er walked over looking for a sound and saw a sad face, exactly like the stamp given by the Rose Gentleman.

He stood behind the man, motionless.

I didn't hear the voice for a while, because the weeping and trembling shoulders gradually calmed down, the crying grave man slowly turned around, and his dark eyes looked directly at Su Er.

Than Patience Sur never lost, insisting on not saying a word, waiting for the other party to speak first.

The crying person wiped away his tears: "Your eyes are very valuable."

Sul's face remained unchanged, instinctively that he was referring to the eye in his body.

The crying graver's mouth twitched, and he smiled like crying: "I can help him for free once he got my stamp."

Sur shook his head bluntly.

"Don't rush to refuse," the grave cryer said with a smile: "Get to know, you can call me a loyal servant of the tomb guard."

Sur: "nice to meet you."

"..." The loyal servant of the tomb guard: "Let's talk about business."

Su Er's eyes moved: "Can you understand?"

The host understands foreign languages, does it mean that there is an intersection with the real world?

"Cunning kid," the loyal servant of the tomb guard made a silent gesture: "Don't explore the connection between the two."

Su Er's expression returned to coldness: "Don't you want to talk about business?"

"..."

I really want to kill him.

When the loyal servant of the tomb is excited, tears will easily burst out. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes with his sleeves, and said in a deep voice: "There is a bead in the rose hand that can reveal the secrets in people's hearts.

Sur had only seen it in the last copy.

"That thing is just a defective product, or imitate the one in your body."

Sur has always been good at hiding emotions, but at first he heard his fingers bend.

It seems that there are indeed similarities, but to put it bluntly they all reflect the essence of things.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard saw this scene in his eyes, like a poisonous snake that lured Adam and Eve into stealing the forbidden fruit: "Do you want it to be freely retractable, even for daily use?"

Su Er squinted his eyes: "What do I need to pay?"

Tomb-keeping loyal servant: "Tears."

Speaking and took out a small bottle: "Any ghost or monster will do. Collect their tears until the bottle is full."

Seeing that Suer refused, the loyal servant of the tomb guard took out the contract again, which clearly stated that the bottle is not a bottomless pit, as long as a hundred tears can be filled, and the tears entering the bottle will not evaporate.

Sul looked through it carefully, and there was nothing in the contract.

"The time limit is one year." The loyal servant of the tomb guard added.

Trading is almost a fantasy. Usually, ghosts make players cry.

"What happens if I fail?"

The tomb-keeping loyal servant shed two lines of tears falsely and pointed at the surrounding deserted tombs: "That's it."

The situation in the distance is invisible, but there are at least a hundred grave heads in places that are not covered by the fog. Suer is secretly wary... They are all smart people. Why are so many players willing to make deals?

"The value of acquisition is different, and the requirements are also different," the loyal servant of the tomb guard explained kindly: "Some of them desire props, some desire fame and wealth, and most of them only need to save less than ten tears."

Sur: "How many successful?"

The loyal servant of the tomb guard actually told the truth: "Three percent."

"It's not worth it," Suer said rationally, "Is there any ghost in reality? Even if it works, this eye won't do much."

So many players died for ten tears, let alone a hundred drops.

"Wrong," the tearful incontinence of the tomb keeper made his eyes full of tears: "This is related to whether you can get the qualification to escape the game."

His eyes met, Su Er was silent.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard smiled: "It is impossible for any player to collect 24 achievement points. Some promises are just gimmicks."

During the silence, Suer read the treaty three times in a row, and when he was about to intend, he suddenly asked: "Are these tears to be collected from different ghosts?"

Suddenly he was dismantled, and the tomb-keeping servant pursed his lower lip.

"No wonder..." Sur sneered: "The same ghost, no matter how many tears he shed, he will only be judged as a drop."

Otherwise, where would so many players die.

It is not difficult for a slightly more powerful player to catch a ghost, but if they want to intimidate multiple ghosts, they will capsize in the gutter sooner or later.

Seeing that the cooked duck was about to fly away, the loyal servant of the tomb organized a speech and tried to bewitched again.However, the next moment, Suer directly bit his finger and scribbled his signature on the contract.

After checking it again, the signature was not tampered with, and the tomb-keeping servant felt something was wrong.

Sur stretched out his hand: "Bottle."

The tomb loyal servant threw it to him.

Sur: "Should it be time to fulfill your promise now?"

Most of the white mist dissipated, and the loyal servant shook his head: "Time is not enough, I will come to you again tomorrow night."

Suer didn't force it, and looked up at the vast world in the distance. When the white mist completely dissipated, everything in front of him suddenly split with consciousness.The darkness disappeared. He was lying on the sofa. The leather furniture did not dissipate heat in the summer. A thin T-shirt was almost saturated with sweat.

Before I got over, I just turned over and heard a crash, the bottle fell on the ground and rolled towards the bottom of the sofa.

Sur hurriedly went down to pick it up, the bottle was stained with a lot of dust in the cracks, and it was very strong, without any damage.

Not a dream.

He lowered his eyes, the existence of the bottle was a real manifestation.

The first thing Suer did after he was relieved was to check his fingers, and he was relieved to see that there were no wounds. At least the injuries in the dream would not burden the body in reality.

At this time it was approaching dawn, and Suer took a shower first. He was very excited. He turned on the TV and put on his apron, listening to the news and preparing to make a rich breakfast.

"According to the latest report, an agent recently reported to the police that one of his artists was missing..."

Sul Checa's movements were stagnant, and he walked quickly to the TV.

A report is only a few words, no specific content can be heard, and a search on the mobile phone is full of related revelations.

——Qu Qingming is missing.

She has won a model award before and has not been promoted by the media, but now because of various marketing accounts, she has occupied the major headlines for a while.

According to a fairly reliable media introduction, Tianqu Qingming was absent from shooting a magazine yesterday, and the agent could not contact her through various channels, so he chose to call the police in a hurry.

Since Qu Qingming was on vacation before this, there is no way to determine the true missing date.

After reading the latest news, Suer stood in silence...it was a coincidence.

News broke out at this time. Even if he hadn't entered the game one day earlier, once the news of Qu Qingming's disappearance came out, the copy would be much simpler. At least he would definitely suspect that Qu Qingming was a love killer at the beginning.

The phone vibrated a few times and it was Ji Heng's call.

"Have you watched the news?"

Su Er hummed: "I'm watching."

"Don't pay too much attention, I will see you in two days."

Sur: "Good."

The conversation ended hurriedly, and Suer stared at the black screen of his phone for two seconds, then walked back into the kitchen to make breakfast.

Ji Heng specifically called to remind him that perhaps he should be more cautious about Qu Qingming, at least not easily to investigate the disappearance case openly.

Absent-mindedly, after making a luxurious sandwich, he looked at his watch and found that half an hour had passed, and Su hurriedly packed his things and prepared to take them to school.

The class is noisy, and most of the students have obviously not yet recovered from the ravages of the mock test, and are worrying about how to tell their parents about the parent meeting.Suer did not even have the qualifications to hold a parent-teacher meeting and gave up joining their discussion.

The heavy thoughts have caused the math class to listen to some wonder.

Yao Zhi is a serious person on weekdays, knowing that Suer only came out of the copy, he was rarely tolerant and did not drag the get out of class after class.

When the bell rang after school, Suer missed the evening study for the reason of being unwell, and lay in bed early to force himself to sleep.

A familiar cry came from the grave.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard pretended to cry at the tombs of the players who were killed by him. When he saw Sur, he rubbed his crying red eyes: "You are here."

Suer nodded, and immediately raised a question: "The rose gentleman gave me a stamp, does it mean..."

After speaking, he paused for a while, looking straight into the other person's eyes: "Next time I will definitely go to the copy you host?"

Tomb-keeping servant: "boring question."

Sur didn't care about his opinion, waiting patiently for the answer.

"Yes." The loyal servant of the tomb guard said slowly: "If you take the stamp, you must return it yourself."

After getting an affirmative answer, Suer immediately said: "Could you please borrow pen and paper?"

The loyal servant of the tomb guard glanced at him, and finally met the conditions set forth.

It seemed that he had already drafted the draft in his mind, Su Er wrote like flying, and after a while he passed the written things together.

The loyal servant of the tomb guard at first just glanced casually, and his expression quickly became weird.

The content on the paper can be described as unsightly, the title column says "Love Companion Plan", and the following is a detailed introduction:

Are you lonely after the long night?The Companionship Program will warm your life.

Price List:

A wise little clay figure (recommended for adoption by ghosts who want to spend a lot of money)............ 5 tears/piece.

The beautiful rubber man (dead house ghost, single ghost must! Note: this is the version without wisdom)... 1 tear/piece.

Cute animal clay figurines (gospel for pet lovers)…………5 tears/only.

Gentlemen of Rose Season, Mr. Shuhai, Smiley Merchants and other Q version little cute people can design various functions such as singing and dancing... The price is negotiable.

Opening a big bargain, come if you want to love you!20% discount for the first three orders, the rubber guy buys three and gets one free!No capping!

"If you can, please help distribute the leaflet to the ghost in your copy in advance," Suer said seriously: "Look if they need it, group orders are more favorable."

A hundred tears is not a small number, and it is certainly not desirable to mutilate ghosts alone. It would be great if they could be compensated through business channels.

When the loyal servant of the tomb guard saw the rubber man, he always twitched his mouth like sorrow and joy, took a deep breath and looked at him and said, "You, sooner or later, will be banned from the game."