At the last moment of Qi Mian's life, what he saw was the ceiling of the empty forensic hospital, and the pungent smell of medicine filled his nose. Except for a few anxious words from the doctors around him, "The patient's vital signs are declining, soon...", there was nothing else. the sound of.
She lived to be twenty years old. She had no family or friends. She spent most of her life in the hospital. The most beautiful scenery she had ever seen was the dense wild woods next to the orphanage.
The pain slowly peeled away from her body, and she slowly closed her eyes, crystal tears falling silently from the corners of her eyes.
Qi Mian silently thought to herself that it would be great if she could have a healthy body.
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[Hi, dear, are you awake? ]
The soft and waxy little milky voice woke her up. Qi Mian opened her eyes with difficulty, and all she saw was pure white. There was nothing but white, clean and empty.
She was stunned, this is...?
[It is a place I temporarily created to preserve your soul. ] The little voice sounded again, [Besides, you don’t have to look for me everywhere, I’m in your head. ]
Qi Mian exhaled slightly, and then she realized that the pain that had accumulated in her chest for many years had disappeared, and her whole body felt relaxed, as if she had been reborn.
She spoke softly, her throat still a little astringent, but still speaking in a gentle female voice that smelled of illness: "What do you mean?"
[That is, should we make a deal? You bind me and help me complete tasks, and I will give you a healthy body and a chance to start over, and there will be no penalty for failing the task. ] That voice carries a sense of seduction.
Qi Mianzai listened carefully. She only had one question: "What will happen if I don't bind you?" ]
The voice seemed a little distressed: "I'm not sure either. It may be reincarnated, or it may just disappear into the human world." ]
Qi Mian was silent for two seconds and then quickly agreed: "I agree." She didn't even ask about any tasks.
The voice was slightly surprised, but it was quickly dissipated by the joy of successfully finding the candidate: [Great! Then let me introduce myself, you can call me San San. Your mission is to go to different worlds to influence the villains, let them understand the truth of love, and become a positive and optimistic person! ]
[How about it? Sound great? ]
Qi Mian nodded and responded quietly: "I know, I will work hard."
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The moment he landed, the long-lost sense of solidity returned to his body, followed immediately by a strong and pungent smell of blood. Qi Mian frowned in discomfort.
She subconsciously raised her eyes to see if anything was happening around her, but when she opened her eyes, what she saw was a dim place. Qi Mian's heart skipped a beat, and she just forced herself to calm down.
[Sansan, where am I now? ]
[Dear, this is your first mission world. The world is classified as suspense and horror. You are a blind poor girl. When you were about to be sold to the mountains by your unscrupulous parents to be an old man’s wife, you met A murderer who kills everyone around you. ]
[By the way, the murderer standing in front of you now is your target for this mission. ] Sansan’s tone was extremely cheerful, as if she was particularly looking forward to the implementation of this task.
Qi Mian's eyelids twitched. She tried hard to distinguish the scene in front of her, and found that she could not see anything completely, but could still see some blurry shadows. For example, she now noticed that she was standing in front of her. There is a tall shadow.
The killer is observing her.
This was the first thought that came to Qi Mian's mind. Blindness would make her other senses more acute. Qi Mian could feel the eyes of the person opposite her with a cold and sinister patrol, slowly crawling over every inch of her skin. As frightening as a poisonous snake.
The young girl's dull eyes were quickly filled with tears, and the bright luster made the dark eyes extremely moist. The girl had a pale and beautiful little face, and her bright red lips were slightly opened as if she wanted to say something. What.
Finally, she took a few panicked and anxious steps forward, eager to find a reliable embrace. The moment she touched the hem of the man's clothes, she hid safely in like a little beast that had been bullied outside and returned to its own lair. .
Qi Mian's body trembled, and she hugged the man's thin waist tightly, burying her cheek in his chest. She could clearly feel the textured muscles through the thin fabric. She even noticed that the man's chin was still weak. Without touching the top of his own head, it's hard to imagine how tall the other party is.
The fabric that her fingers touched was a little moist, and the smell of rust was stronger. Qi Mian didn't dare to think deeply about whether what she touched was water stains or something else.
The murderer seemed to be stunned for a second by her sudden intimate embrace, but he quickly came to his senses. He lowered his eyes and looked at the top of the girl's black hair, feeling every frightened tremor of the girl with his body, and the expression on his face. His expression remained cold and indifferent.
Slowly, he raised his right hand, and the dagger he held shone with a sharp cold light under the light, and it was stained with the blood of an unknown person.
"Husband, I'm so scared."
The girl's voice was as thin as a gnat, and along with the voice, she hugged her hands harder, wanting to get into his body to avoid all dangers in the outside world.
However, her strength is obviously limited, because even if she seems to have used all her strength, in the eyes of a man, she is just acting like a cat and a dog, and he can easily throw people away if he wants to. on the ground.
He paused, and finally put down his right hand. The dagger was still in his hand, and blood occasionally dripped onto the ground along the vertical blade, making a slight sound.
He raised his free left hand, and with seemingly gentle force, he greatly opened the girl's tightly buried face, forcing Qi Mian to reveal the face that had been crying until the ends of his eyes were crimson and stained with water. It looked lovely and misty. Her eyes were scattered in the air and unable to focus. There was no doubt that this girl could not see anything.
Qi Mian opened and closed her lips a few times. She tasted her own salty tears, and her brows wrinkled pitifully. She timidly allowed the man to place his slightly rough palm on her cheek, and her eyes widened helplessly. Still only a magnified shadow can be seen.
The man moved again, this time wiping her tears. His movements were not gentle, probably because he had never done this kind of thing before. He also made Qi Mian's eyes, which were already red from crying, even redder, which could be used to wipe Qi Mian's face. There was an alluring charm on her face.
He remembered that when he had not dealt with the few people lying on the ground, they seemed to have mentioned selling their daughter to the old man as his wife. The situation in front of him was obviously that the girl had misunderstood something.
A male voice sounded, low and deep, like a lover whispering from the abyss.
"Don't be afraid, my husband is here."
As he spoke, a smile gradually bloomed between his lowered eyebrows, waiting leisurely for the girl's next reaction.
