His pearly teeth rubbed against his carotid artery.
Sui Yuan smelled wonderful; the alcohol scent had faded considerably after he changed clothes. Burying his face in Sui Yuan's shoulder felt like feeling the snow-capped pines on a distant mountain.
Xie He braced himself on his arms, turning his head to see a tender red tinge at the corners of Sui Yuan's eyes, yet his eyes were filled with hatred, as if he wanted to tear him to pieces!
The man's muscles were tense, his lips tightly pressed together.
Xie He couldn't help but pinch his cheek; although the other's face was thin, he could still pinch some flesh.
Xie He chuckled softly, his dark hair falling down: "Hey. Why aren't you saying anything?"
Sui Yuan scratched at the ground with his fingers, glaring at him resignedly, "No medicine, only one antibody, enough for three days. Take it or leave it."
His voice was distorted from being pinched.
He believed that if he didn't give Xie He the antibody, when the virus flared up that night, Xie He would drag him down with him. If he weren't currently in a dungeon, his abilities restricted… he would have gouged out Xie He's eyes first, then chopped off his hands and ripped out his kidneys!
Thinking this, he angrily bent his knee and kneed the other man in the stomach.
"You…" Xie He slipped, losing his balance, and his mouth collided with Sui Yuan's.
Because he wasn't prepared, it was a hard impact, and Xie He's mouth was even cut.
Xie He got up, wiping the half-congealed blood from his lips with his fingertip, clearly somewhat surprised.
Sui Yuan hadn't expected this; his ears turned red. He hurriedly got up as if fleeing, and went to a nearby cabinet. While rummaging through potions, he glanced up at the mirror in front of him.
The man in the mirror, behind his thin glasses, had eyes that were also misty, his mouth was also red, the buttons on his white coat were popped open, and there was a clear, bleeding, and very conspicuous… teeth mark on the side of his neck!
That guy's a fucking mad dog.
Sui Yuan lowered his gaze, glanced at the drug's code, and then quietly placed the antibody drug and another drug together.
Two drugs.
The other one is...toxic.
He couldn't remember exactly what kind of poison it was.
He openly mixed them right in front of Xie He, since Xie He wouldn't understand anyway.
Poison you to death first, then talk.
Xie He sat by the hospital bed, looking thoughtfully at his "masterpiece" on Sui Yuan's neck. He commented, "It looks pretty good. Why are you angry about this? It looks like a tattoo."
Sui Yuan: "..."
Xie He chuckled softly, "Since you brought the medicine, I'll let you bite back. You can bite my lips, wrist, collarbone, carotid artery—bite it until it breaks, even chew it up."
He tilted his head, squinting in the smoke rings Sui Yuan exhaled, his expression languid. "Or maybe you don't like it? Do you have OCD? You want me to bite symmetrically?"
The comments section couldn't help but jump out: [Symmetrical bites, hahaha.]
[Why do I feel like what he said is scary, but I'm also a little tempted? I even want to see them tearing and kissing in a sea of blood and mud (sisters, please don't scold me, I'll run away if I'm being insensitive, sob sob)]
Sui Yuan: "..."
He kept a straight face, lifted Xie He's arm, and expressionlessly injected the new medicine into him.
After the injection, Sui Yuan felt much better.
Xie He lifted his shirt, looked at the red spots on his body, and seeing that they had faded considerably, left.
───
The classroom remained gloomy.
It was already evening, and the temperature was chillingly cold. Old Zhang had been reading all day, his voice hoarse, but the students below, devoid of facial features, still stared at him with their heads tilted back, their gazes unsettling.
Don't look at me! Don't look at me! Don't look at me…
Old Zhang felt a chill run down his spine, teaching with trembling fingers, his voice quivering as he read.
Although he had been through several dungeons before, seeing so many strange students sitting below still made his heart pound with fear.
It was the cold, incandescent light that created a strong sense of oppressive visual pressure.
These students looked as if they might rush at him at any moment. They were infected with the ZA virus, and could explode at any time within the next three days!
"Knock, knock, knock." After a long while, there was a knock on the classroom door.
Old Zhang's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked over.
The person was tall and slender, casually leaning against the door, with dark eyes and a heavy, oppressive aura.
Old Zhang almost cried, but seeing Xie He enter calmed him down a bit, as if he had seen a savior.
The students in the class, all faceless, stared at Xie He.
Xie He walked nonchalantly to his seat.
Old Zhang remained at the podium, trembling as he read the text: "Guan... Guan Yu said: 'Pour the wine, I'll be right back.' He went out of the tent, drew his sword..."
Xie He sat in the back row, his feet resting on the crossbar of his desk, casually twirling his pen, looking at the phrase "leaping onto his horse" in the book, and continued: "He went out of the tent, drew his sword, and the horse leapt onto the warrior—"
He deliberately misread two words.
A few seconds of silence followed, then laughter erupted. Some of the faceless little kids were even doubled over with laughter.
Old Zhang felt a slight relief, but then he suddenly realized that Xie He was testing them.
—These people were clearly real people with emotions, thoughts, and the capacity for joy and anger.
It's just that they all had the same face and were all wearing neat school uniforms; finding one of them was incredibly difficult.
Where should he begin?
As Old Zhang pondered this, he suddenly heard a strange commotion coming from the next classroom, as if something was vibrating. His heart skipped a beat, and he panicked again.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhh!!" A terrified scream pierced the night.
Then came a loud "Boom—!"
Someone had exploded!!
But then, a series of loud "bang bang bang bang bang!" sounds, like firecrackers, erupted. The students in the front rows of the classroom all nervously and gossipyly pushed their way to the door. Old Zhang, who had been a beat slow to react, was now terrified, his face shiny with sweat, frantically pushing his way forward through the crowd!
Meanwhile, a boy on the other side had already decisively opened the classroom window, climbed out, and ran to Class 4 of the second years!
Even before reaching the door, a thick, nauseating stench of blood assaulted his nostrils.
Xie He ran to the door and glanced inside. The classroom looked like a meatball had exploded, a chaotic mess of blood and gore, severed limbs and remains scattered everywhere.
Visually, it was as if a meat grinder had shredded them all, spraying droplets everywhere.
The light bulb flickered weakly, its light dim and intermittent.
Even the ceiling was splattered with blood, and bits of flesh and blood clung to the fans. The classroom was now a mountain of corpses!
Not a single student in the entire class survived.
Something pressed against his foot. Xie He looked down. It was a braided pigtail connected to a piece of scalp and brain matter.
A braided pigtail…
And then there was the blood-soaked clothes in the middle of the classroom.
Xia Yuanyuan had also exploded!
She was the mole Xie He suspected.
The “mole” was dead.
The players in the other classrooms, hearing the screams, rushed over in shock. They froze at the bloody scene before them, taking several steps back in fear. Several female students were already vomiting violently nearby.
“The mole… the mole is dead?” Song Gua, witnessing the scene, felt a chill run down his spine. His tone was surprised, his eyes filled with disbelief.
“It seems that's not the case now. The game is still going on. That means she was part of the good guys. Then some death mechanism was triggered, and the virus in her body suddenly flared up—” Zhang Langlang explained.
“Wait!!” As if realizing something, Song Gua suddenly turned to stare at Xie He, walking towards him step by step, and said warily, “It’s you again. Where did you go this afternoon and evening?! Why is Xia Yuanyuan dead now? What did you do to Xia Yuanyuan?! Were you bribed by an inside agent? What did she give you?!”
This level of probing was comparable to the endless questions from distant relatives during holidays.
Xie He looked up at the sound of his voice.
Clearly, these people had exchanged many clues that afternoon, and now they were even suspecting him.
He looked at Song Gua coldly, offering no explanation.
Zhang Langlang, the same wavy-haired, mature woman, quickly stepped in to smooth things over, smiling as she said, "We're all players in the same instance, can we stop with this guessing game? I hate that. Either you have evidence, point it out, or you shut up." She then looked at Xie He apologetically, "If you want to talk, then talk; if you don't, we won't force you."
Even so, Xie He noticed several players putting their hands in their pockets. Song Gua was even more exaggerated; the cards in his pocket had already flashed.
These people might already be suspicious of him. Now that Xia Yuanyuan was dead, these veteran players wanted to pry information out of him.
Tense, and ready to erupt.
Xie He calmly began, "When I went to get my antibody injection today, I met an NPC. I was trying to get some information out of him, to see if I could get any clues—"
Clues.
Hearing these words, the men quieted down considerably, all looking at Xie He expectantly, eager to hear him continue.
Only Song Gua, standing to the side, couldn't help but sneer, saying sarcastically, "You think NPCs are so easy to pry open, that they'll help you just because you want them to? What a joke!"
"I want to find out who the mole is," Xie He suddenly said, looking at Song Gua. "But he told me his access is limited; he only knows there's a mole's contact in the game, and he only told me who the contact person is."
"Who is it?" Song Gua said. "Don't fucking say it's me."
Xie He said indifferently, "Looks like you already know, it really is you—"
"So, Song Gua? Who is that female mole?"
Song Gua's face turned deathly pale: "I gave you a way out, and you just took it! How do you know who the mole is?! You're being unreasonable! What evidence do you have?! And you say he told you? Why would he tell you?!"
Xie He stared directly at him, his aura unwavering, and said with extreme conviction, "It's simple, probably because he...likes me."
Everyone: "???"
Everyone: "!!!"
The viewers' eyes lit up: [Whoosh!!!!]
[Shocking statement!!]
[Words, then more words! It's all improvised!]
[Stop talking, just send me the two videos, 10GB each, thanks.]
[Damn it, am I the only one still wondering who the mole is???]
Xie He continued, "That NPC took me to his basement today, saying he loved me to death, and that he'd help me escape the instance—"
He rolled up his sleeve, revealing red marks on his pale wrists from being bound with rope, his expression languid. "He also cruelly tied me up, blindfolded me, and pressed me against the wall to kiss me. His cold fingers dug into my hair, stroked the back of my neck, and bit my lips. These are the marks he left after tying me up—"
On the other side, Sui Yuan was leaning back in a beanbag chair, his long, straight legs casually stretched out, his collar slightly open, the cigarette between his fingers flickering, but his face was cold.
On the television in the basement, a live video feed from Xie He's side was playing.
Sui Yuan narrowed his eyes.
That person was using him as a shield.
—Then, he saw the boy standing in the middle of the crowd, his lazy voice carrying a hint of smugness: "This is where Sui Yuan bit me on the lip. How's it? Pretty, isn't it? Sui Yuan wanted to bite a heart shape, but I told him to tone it down, so this is what happened."
Sui Yuan felt the teeth marks on his neck hurt even more, and a blush crept onto his pale face, down to his ears.
He angrily stubbed out his cigarette.
He suddenly regretted that he hadn't put in more poison earlier today.
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