Seven Days, Seven Nights

Sur did not return to the dormitory this night, but stayed in the hotel.

Seeing that he was coming alone at the front desk, he immediately smiled like a flower: "Is room 303?"

Sur nodded.

"Anyone?" The front desk couldn't help but confirm again.

Sur continued nodding.

The front desk breathed a sigh of relief when he witnessed him getting on the elevator.

Not long after entering the guest room, Suer lay on the bed with his head restraint in his hands and began to stare at the ceiling motionlessly.

"Sen slowly." After chanting the name again, he closed his eyes.

If he could decide the power of awakening by himself, Sul would not hesitate to choose empathy and try to experience the feeling of caring about his family.

Downstairs of the hotel, the clock on the wall is about to reach twenty-three grids.

The lady at the front desk is looking forward to changing shifts!

At this moment, she saw a familiar figure who had only been here during the day coming in through the revolving door, walking straight to the elevator, and the corner of her mouth twitched: "This classmate..."

"I'm looking for someone." Ji Heng responded frankly.

Front desk: "No. 303?"

The elevator door opened, Ji Heng nodded, and his figure disappeared behind the door.

"..."

Drops-drops-

The hotel is not only equipped with a doorbell, the sound is also very distinctive.

Suer opened his eyes abruptly, and then remembered that ghosts generally like knocking on doors more than ringing the doorbell.At least in the horror stories I have seen, I have only seen door knockers, and doorbell ghosts have never appeared.

"Who?"

"it's me."

Hearing Ji Heng's voice, Su Er opened the door.

Seeing that his left hand was still holding the props secretly, Ji Heng's mouth turned slightly.

Sur shrugged: "What if something dirty pretends to be you?"

The mysterious eyeballs in the body can help him not be deceived by appearances, but cannot distinguish sounds.

"It's good to be cautious."

Ji Heng noticed that the powder on the curtains had been cleaned up. Although the bed had traces of being laid down, the quilt was very regular, not twisted into a twist shape, completely inconsistent with Su's arrogant sleeping position.It can be seen that during this period of time, he was lying down and thinking about life.

"How do you know I'm here?" Sur opened the window and let the wind in through the floating curtain.

"When I saw that suicide note during the day, you seemed to feel quite moved."

Sur lowered his head and fell silent for a moment, with a somewhat complicated tone: "When my parents pass away, most people can always feel a little bit of pain. I'm just curious about this feeling."

Ji Heng's eyes moved slightly, and he didn't show much surprise. After a while, he asked, "Your parents are not good to you?"

"I have never treated harshly in my memory." The corner of Sur's mouth evokes a ridiculous arc: "The problem is me."

Without comforting him directly, Ji Heng really thought about this issue, and then said, "Close your eyes."

Su Er did what he said.

"Imagine a picture, I am dead, I was torn off my flesh little by little by tens of thousands of ghosts, and thrown into the fire for cooking...Sad?"

Sur: "It will feel bad in my heart."

"Zhao Sanliang didn't return the copy, and Yao Zhi died in the game. You suddenly discovered that the math teacher you have always hated will never come back again. Are you sad?"

Sur: "Sad."

"So most of the problem lies with your parents. Perhaps they have tampered with the memory. In fact, you have a tragic and amazing life experience."

"..."

Suer has given himself this kind of psychological hint more than once, the purpose is to comfort himself, no one thought that Ji Heng could provide a theoretical basis for this.

When I opened it again, I was very emotional: "You make a lot of sense."

He pursed his lips, and then pressed out a thank you.

He has always been a clever tongue, and at this moment, for some reason, he can't say anything else, even if he uses jokes to activate the atmosphere.

At first glance, Ji Heng still had a cold expression on weekdays: "You're welcome, remember to take the gun and send it to me."

Turn on the phone and go to the official website of Marlboro: "By the way, I also like these regular silver bullets."

"……buy."

303 is a big bed room, more than enough for two people.

Ji Heng was lying flat, while Su Er was lying on his side, deliberately pulling a distance.

He opened his eyes and stared at the curtains, faintly seeing traces of moonlight seeping in.Ji Heng's perception is too sensitive, Su Er has an illusion, as if the other party can easily analyze his brain once the distance is too close.

Ji Heng turned his face and said amusedly: "What are you afraid of?"

Some aspects of Suer were unexpectedly honest and chose to answer: "I always hope that someone can find a reason for excuse."

Since the death of his parents, he has longed for someone to appear, who can tell him that you are not a stranger, and everything else has a hidden meaning.

Suer once had this kind of expectation in Zhu Yun, because Zhu Yun is the only one who believes that he has an extraordinary life experience, but the former may have noticed his alternative, but chose to deliberately ignore this problem.

There is no doubt that this is a kind of goodwill, like seeing a disabled person on the street, deliberately not looking sideways, passing by calmly showing respect.

But psychological diseases are a little different after all.

I don't know how Ji Heng understands, his sleepiness gradually invaded, and Su Er finally fell into a dream completely.

Riyoushou, probably because he thought of Zhu Yun before going to bed, the missing mysterious tablemate became the protagonist in his dream tonight, and many things related to it were scattered.

He told him exactly when he was going to enter the game, anticipating that he would go to the Tianji City dungeon, and stored the mysterious eyeballs in the hands of Tianyi Gua in advance... Suer opened his eyes at dawn, and some details are still vivid.

Ji Heng woke up half an hour ago and took a shower. He sat on the bedside playing with the silver bullet, wondering what he was thinking about.

He woke up early in the morning to talk, his voice was a little hoarse, Suer got up and took a drool, his dream last night inspired him a lot.

The hand holding the mineral water bottle unconsciously forced a little bit, and Suer said with a serious face: "In terms of strength, even if it is against the ghost king, the host will not be let down."

When he first climbed the bed, he had personally seen Mr. Shuhai and the Skeleton Ghost King clash with his own eyes. Even Zhou Linjun did not dare to be too aggressive with Mr. Shuhai.

Ji Heng stood up and opened the curtains. The dazzling light instantly flooded the room. He quickly thought of Suer's identity as a vampire, and then closed it again: "Preemptive strike."

Unless one party has some kind of advantage.

"I have searched on the Internet. There are many strange types of abilities in this world, and only one has never appeared..." Ji Heng leaned on the window sill and slowly spit out two words: "Foresight."

Even with this speculation, Suer couldn't help feeling tight after hearing it, and he had seen the same ability in Zhu Yun.

Nowadays, it is very likely that someone has the same ability as Zhu Yun.

They all predicted a certain future, and made a series of arrangements to change this future.

It's just that Zhu Yun chose to let herself enter the game, but the prophet in this dungeon was simpler and rude, and directly designed to kill the host.

Ji Heng looked at Suer suddenly, his eyes were not as sharp as when he saw ordinary people, but he gave Suer an illusion of being seen through.

Fortunately, he didn't say anything, and Ji Heng wouldn't get to the bottom of it. What he rationally analyzed was the things in the current copy.

"No matter who it is, it must be closely related to Marlboro and hate players' acts of stealing auction items."

The mission set by the dungeon will not have an irreversible impact on the world. The opponent takes the risk to kill both the player and the host, and Marlboro will inevitably be a fuse.

Su Er nodded in agreement with this view, and suddenly found that there were only two hours left before the auction, and quickly rushed to wash up.

·

There are at least ten security guards outside Marlboro, not to mention the security lines.

Su Er and Ji Heng stood on a street corner slowly nibbling on fried dough sticks, instead of going directly in, they watched carefully.It didn't take a moment to come to the conclusion that there are loopholes in the security checks that seem to be in place, and there is a high possibility that you can enter the urn.

Pulling out a black card from his pocket, Sur swallowed the last bite of You Tiao: "It doesn't matter whether it is the game or not."

Anyway, he has money and can buy things with integrity.

Wiping his hands clean, Suer stood up straight: "Go, tell me what you want."

The defiant nouveau riche acted quite well.

In cooperation with his performance, Ji Heng deliberately fell behind by a half step, like a younger brother following the older master.

Marlboro has four floors. There are many exhibits in the hall for people to enjoy for free.Below the third floor are mainly spectators. Those who want to enter the last floor must pay a deposit online in advance to make sure to participate in the bidding on the day of the auction.Of course, if only the final balance of the bid is insufficient or if it goes back, Wan Baolin will pursue its legal responsibility according to the contract.

This auction process is completely different from the real world, because a deposit of 10,000 yuan was paid in advance last night, and Suer is now sitting on the fourth floor.

People with status like to bring their assistants or female companions to bid together. Ji Heng is not of any kind, but the security guards still strive to let him in on Su's reason.

Sit in the third row and observe the people around you, whether it is a suit or a long skirt fluttering.

Before the auction started, there were a few ceremonial personnel standing on both sides, their appearance and temperament were all outstanding.

When he glanced at the last ceremonial person, Suer's eyelids jumped and wanted to look away, but the person had already looked over, grinning, showing a smile like a white shark.

Bloodthirsty and cruel.

Suer twisted his neck stiffly: "I remember you once said that meeting the same host is a very small probability."

Ji Heng nodded.

Sur: "Look at the front right."

Ji Heng squinted his eyes, and the sorrowful face of the loyal tomb guard came into view without warning.

Suer was silent for a few seconds and couldn't help saying: "Did I encounter a ghost hitting the wall?"

Why do you always jump horizontally between familiar hosts?

Ji Heng: "It's normal for him to be suspended and want to redeem his merits."

If you can find out the truth first, the merits can be offset; even if you get nothing for the time being, once Mr. Pu Liu suddenly dies in an accident, the tomb-keeping servant is likely to be arranged by the game to temporarily take over the remaining work.

In any case, the loyal servant of the tomb is not at a loss.

"Don't worry too much." Seeing that Su Er frowned, Ji Heng said with relief: "Finding out the death of the host is his main purpose, and you are only a secondary contradiction."

Su Er's brows stretched slightly, and he glanced at the position of the loyal servant of the tomb guard, the kind of resentment that he could not wait to frustrate his bones and ashes could be passed through so far.

A light cough: "It's about to rise into a major contradiction."

Ji Heng obviously also felt the anger that the loyal servant of the tomb could not conceal, and said lightly: "Since fighting can't be turned away, then be realistic."

Sur: "Tell him to bring tea and water?"

Having said so much in the summer, it is inevitable to be thirsty.

Ji Heng actually had other thoughts. Hearing that he did feel that his throat was a little dry, he nodded, "I want ice."

The author has something to say:

Tomb-keeping loyal servant (gritting teeth): Only ordinary mineral water at room temperature.

Ji Heng: Oh, then you can screw the bottle cap.