Sui Yuan felt Xie He's gaze, seemingly fixed on his lips. He instantly understood why the other had been silent for so long—he wanted to kiss him to provoke the ghost and force it to reveal itself.
Sui Yuan couldn't help but blurt out, "Are you impotent? If you're impotent, get lost."
Comments:
[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.]
[I love this straightforward little devil, hehehe.]
[Adding fuel to the fire.jpg]
[Amazing, baby, we need a cutie like you! Ahhhhhhh, is it impotent, Xie He? The main character asked you, what's wrong with you?]
A look of surprise flashed across Xie He's eyes: "?"
Few people dared to provoke him like this. But strangely, he didn't dislike it. The other's words were venomous; he just wanted to shut him up.
To make him stop talking.
Xie He, his eyes lowered, suddenly grabbed Sui Yuan's hand from his pocket and slammed it against the wall. He turned his head and forcefully kissed him, his sharp teeth biting down hard on Sui Yuan's lips.
His mind raced; this seemingly venomous mouth was actually sweeter than he'd imagined, with a lingering tobacco scent, like the aroma of pine tea from a snow-capped mountain.
"!"
Sui Yuan's eyes widened slightly.
Xie He, however, gripped his neck, pressing down on him, his lips frantically and wantonly drawing oxygen from Sui Yuan's mouth, like a vampire who had tasted blood, unable to resist.
The narrow space gradually filled only with their heavy breathing.
With each breath, a thin, damp fog spread across Sui Yuan's thin glasses.
Sui Yuan: "..." His mind exploded like a colorful balloon.
His neck pressed against the wall, his mouth and throat unable to breathe, the ambiguous atmosphere filling the air, his vision blurring with oxygen deprivation, his body limp.
"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!!" The phone suddenly beeped.
Sui Yuan reached for his phone, but Xie He held his fingers firmly.
Sui Yuan's vision gradually narrowed to only the other person.
The boy had pure black, lifeless eyes and brows…
And a light mole at the corner of his eye…
Very handsome… but his face was gradually blurred by the thin mist on his glasses.
Gradually, all he remembered were his lifeless eyes, like the heavy, impenetrable fog of a winter morning.
He could feel his clear heartbeat. Remembering the heart in the basement, remembering the damp, warm-blooded fingers from that day, Sui Yuan didn't pull out the rope to tie him up.
The other person's lips were slightly cold.
But the suffocating, near-death feeling grew stronger.
"Waaaaah—" The phones in their pockets were already sounding alarms.
When Old Zhang heard the sound and turned around, his face was full of astonishment.
But Xie He's lips were still kissing Sui Yuan's. Like honey, like poison.
It was like a kiss in a storm during the apocalypse.
His neck was being strangled tighter and tighter, intense and suffocating, and Sui Yuan slid down the wall.
It was over. Sui Yuan felt he was going to die; his legs went weak and he slid down the wall.
He didn't know if he was strangled to death or kissed to death.
───
By the time he could breathe a little oxygen, Sui Yuan kicked Xie He.
He picked up his phone and glanced at it, only to find a warning from the game developers:
【NPCs are prohibited from close contact with players!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! 】
【NPCs are prohibited from close contact with players!!! !!! !!! !!! !!! !!! 】
Sui Yuan immediately deleted the message history.
Xie He finally released his grip, licking the blood from the corner of his mouth. He said languidly, "These lips are so soft and tempting, they make you want to drag someone down to hell with you."
Sui Yuan coldly retorted, "What? You want to die? Is the game over? Or did you win points? Have you finished all the food on your meal card?"
Under Sui Yuan's interrogation, Xie He's gaze inadvertently fell on the other's bitten, bright red lips, like rotten berries, and his once fair but now swollen and bruised neck and wrists.
Xie He chuckled softly, "...Just kidding."
It seemed true; he still had many things left to do. He'd have to postpone those tasks.
Sui Yuan ignored him.
Silence fell over the surroundings.
Comments: [Hehe...hehehehe, they kissed! I'm still immersed in that scene, just grinning like an idiot.]
[Oh ho, wasn't it to provoke the little boy out? Where's the little boy??? This is awkward.]
[Hahahaha, I'm dying of laughter! Could this little boy be a divine intervention??]
Although the little boy hadn't shown himself, Xie He already had a plan and knew where the other was hiding.
Old Zhang walked over, hesitantly saying, "Xie He, let's jump. I saw that ghost disappear instantly after it jumped."
As he spoke, his tone became more determined, "I think that's the exit. If you're worried, I can jump first, and then you can come down—"
Xie He, however, seemed completely unconcerned. Another NPC leaned against the side, calmly smoking a cigarette.
Old Zhang's forehead was instantly covered in even more greasy sweat, which he wiped repeatedly with his sleeve, urging, "Hurry up! Time's running out! What will we do if we don't get out soon? We're doomed!"
"No need." Xie He took a beer bottle cap from his pocket and silently folded it in half.
Walking into the corridor, he pointed the sharp edge of the folded cap against the corner of the wall, testing the angle a few times.
Old Zhang, somewhat confused, looked at him with a puzzled expression. "Jump! We're running out of time. Wait, what are you doing...?"
Xie He looked weary. "This is an illusion created by the little boy. He's been watching us the whole time we came in. Everywhere we've passed—the classrooms, outside the school buildings, all the corridors—there are surveillance cameras. I think the cameras are his eyes watching us—"
The surveillance cameras were the little boy's eyes watching them.
Old Zhang swallowed hard, nodding hesitantly, "Y-that makes sense. The note said he's been watching us."
But he was puzzled by Xie He's beer bottle cap, asking in surprise, "Your prop card isn't just a beer bottle cap, is it? Was it this that shot those infected students?"
The speed was so fast back then, he thought it was some powerful dart weapon, but it's just a cheap bottle cap.
"Yeah." Xie He didn't explain further, pointing the sharp edge of the bottle cap at the surveillance camera in the corner.
It was a 360-degree all-around surveillance sphere.
The sphere rotated silently, a cluster of eerie infrared lights behind the pure black spherical screen, like eyes in the shadows, watching them intently.
Xie He narrowed his eyes.
Then he tightened the rubber band on the slingshot.
The rope was stretched to its limit.
Old Zhang stood guard to the side, silently clenching his fingers, swallowing hard, and urged, "Then hurry up and shoot! If it doesn't work, we'll try other methods. Time is of the essence!"
Xie He hummed in agreement.
"Tick-tock, tick-tock—"
Time ticked relentlessly.
The clock on the wall moved forward another notch.
The audience had been holding their breath for a while, but Xie He hadn't moved. They couldn't help but urge, "Why isn't he moving? That's strange."
"Hurry up! There's only one minute left in an hour..."
"19, 18, 17..."
"What's going on? Why are you taking so long to build up? Hurry up, hurry up, hurry up, hurry up and shoot! I don't want to repeat myself!!!" Under everyone's watchful eyes, Xie He suddenly—
changed direction—
"Whoosh—"
The bottle cap flew steadily toward Old Zhang's eye—
"Bang!" The sharp angle of the beer cap pierced his eye at high speed, rupturing his eyeball, and blood gushed out, turning into two streams of bloody tears.
Old Zhang screamed "Ahhh!" His original middle-aged man's voice was gone, replaced in an instant by a shrill, high-pitched voice—the voice of a little boy.
Xie He calmly said, "Sorry. This trashy bottle cap also hit your head—"
Xie He continued, "Compared to the surveillance cameras, it was actually you, 'Old Zhang,' who was monitoring us—when we wanted to split up, you insisted on staying with us—actually, you're not Old Zhang, you're the little boy. It wasn't that the little boy didn't appear just now, but because he was already standing in front of us with his fingers clenched, constantly urging us to jump off the building and die—"
Furthermore, Old Zhang's reaction was also wrong. The little boy was trying to conceal his identity and emotions. But he didn't know that the real Old Zhang was determined to get rid of Sui Yuan; it would be strange if he hadn't started arguing after witnessing that scene.
The system automatically notified him: 【Congratulations to player Xie He for breaking the ghost's dream.】
【Dream Level: Normal. Reward: 10 points. Keep up the good work!】
"Old Zhang" was still screaming in agony when, as Xie He's resounding words fell, everything around him began to change rapidly.
It blurred like pixelated mosaics, then scattered—
The illusion shattered, the scene began to reassemble, instantly returning to nighttime.
It was an empty playground above the basement, with basketball hoops and soccer hoops hidden in the darkness in the distance, and an empty lawn nearby.
Standing before Xie He and Sui Yuan was a thin boy, though his appearance and attire made him indistinguishable from a girl.
He had long, slightly curly hair, and his white skirt fluttered gently in the wind.
When the little boy saw Xie He return, he instinctively took a small step back, then calmly stood still, seemingly remembering his infinite resurrection ability, his scalp tingling slightly.
The little boy said somewhat sullenly, "You barely won this round. I'll make the next dream a little harder."
Xie He: "What about the rest?"
"They're all in different dreams." The little boy shrugged casually, "Whether they can get out is up to fate, but it looks like the chances of a total wipeout are pretty high."
Xie He: "..."
The little boy seemed like someone who had been lonely for a long time, suddenly overwhelmed with a desire to share.
He waved his hand casually, and several scenes from different dreams appeared in the air.
He displayed them to Xie He and Sui Yuan with a showy air.
───
In the dream, Principal Zhang was running breathlessly in the game, the keychain on his trousers rattling noisily.
He quickly hid behind a wall on the side of the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. "Thump. Thump. Thump—"
He clearly heard the other person's footsteps approaching.
Oh no! They're about to catch up!!!
Seeing students still walking in the corridor ahead, Principal Zhang quickly chased after them, panting, "Student, it's dangerous here, get out of here quickly—"
As a middle-aged man who rarely exercises, Principal Zhang couldn't help but bend over, exhausted, and rest his hands on his knees, panting.
The other person ignored him.
Principal Zhang patted the other person's shoulder in confusion, but when the other person turned around, it was still a faceless face…
Principal Zhang froze, then screamed in a daze, “Ah ... The little boy looked at Xie He and smiled, "For the sake of the fireworks, I'll let you off this time. I'm helping you. The traitor's mission is to destroy the good guys' mission, right?"
"As long as they die, you can leave here alive."
"But then," the little boy continued, "if they survive and complete the good guys' mission—"
"You'll be killed by the game for failing the mission. Why not join me in enjoying the happy scene of them being unable to escape the dream world, their blood splattering on the screen..."
Xie He was silent for a few seconds, deep in thought.
One dream was worth 10 points, and there are two more dreams left. Those three players' dreams are worth at least 40 points each.
Ji Yun's total score is 10,000. If he wants to be several times ahead of his opponents, he needs to collect every point in every instance, always facing challenges head-on, and striving for perfection.
Only then can he become someone everyone can only look up to and never catch up to.
Xie He: "Open these dreams, I want to go in."
The little boy screamed incredulously, "Are you crazy? I'm giving you a chance to live, and you're going to die!"
Xie He: "Open these dreams."
"You!" the little boy explained, his voice trembling with anger, "Don't even mention the difficulty of these dream spheres—even if you rescue them and come out alive, and they survive to complete the good guys' mission… as the traitor, you're doomed. Opening them means you're going to die anyway, a complete and utter death."
The other party fell silent, seemingly deep in thought.
A gentle evening breeze blew across the lawn.
The little boy felt relaxed and smug, a smug expression spreading across his face. He knew it…
But then, unexpectedly, the other party suddenly gave a serious evaluation: "...Absolutely perfect. Open."
Author's Note:
#KissKissHeHeXing
Sorry, young man, I mainly need a wife to amuse me.
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