The truth behind the boy's death...
What could it be?
With strong resentment, he repeated his life with his parents day after day...
And what is the obsession?
In all the seemingly ordinary daily life, what kind of murderous intention is hidden...
Cheng Ye looked towards the window.
A few hundred meters down the street, there was the only open window.
The boy trapped himself here.
Is it really just because of...hate?
Is this gentle appearance a mask...or is it true...?
Cheng Ye frowned slightly. He had to first determine how long [malice] had passed.
It was afternoon on the third day when they came in.
Others may not be able to determine the time, but he has a museum of dead objects.
Cheng Ye called Chu Yue...
Chu Yue quickly picked up: "How are you doing?"
Cheng Ye put down all his strength and felt a little tired. His voice was very soft, as if he had just woken up: "There is nothing I can do."
Chu Yue was stunned for a moment.
Cheng Yeke had never shown weakness before. What was going on with this state of relaxation?
It's like a man who comes home from a hard day and suddenly spreads his hands: give his wife a hug.
Kinda cute.
Chu Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "We have just passed more than two hours. Don't worry, you still have a long time."
Cheng Ye smiled, his fatigue swept away.
Chu Yue really understood him, she didn't even need to say anything he wanted to ask on the phone.
"Tired?" Chu Yue's voice was a little teasing.
"Yeah." Cheng Ye found a step and sat down, making a perfunctory sound that was a bit like a cat's tiredness.
Chu Yue's eyebrows became even more curved: "Thank you for your hard work, my little one. When you come out, I will prepare something delicious for you, okay?"
"Yes." Cheng Ye responded softly, his voice full of longing.
Chu Yue smiled: "You only know how to hum?"
Cheng Ye also laughed and said in a low voice: "In addition to confirming the time, I also want to hear your voice."
Chu Yue: "You will hear it now."
Cheng Ye: "Very satisfied."
Chu Yue: "Is this enough?"
Cheng Ye smiled, with indescribable tenderness and happiness in his eyes: "Of course... I still want more."
Chu Yue glanced at Ah Hui, who was smiling like an aunt, and quietly hid by the window: "Okay, just concentrate on thinking of a solution. Our Cheng Ye has always been the most powerful, right?"
"You're coaxing the kids." Cheng Ye chuckled softly.
"Yes, aren't you my little friend?" Chu Yue said matter-of-factly.
Cheng Ye's expression became softer, and he nodded: "Yes, I will be your pillar of support when you are outside, and I will be your little friend when you get home."
"Okay, okay, my little friend, when you come out, I will not only cook you delicious food, but also give you a shoulder massage. Let's relax..."
.......
Liu Jianjun looked at Cheng Ye's happy smile from a distance and started laughing too.
The emotions during the period of passionate love are indeed contagious.
Although forty years have passed, Liu Jianjun still feels very happy when he recalls the silly things he did when he was passionately in love.
Unfortunately, it’s been forty years.
His wife is already an old woman.
Thinking of this, Liu Jianjun couldn't help laughing.
She loves beauty the most. Now that she has white hair and wrinkles, she has cried quietly several times.
After thinking about it, Liu Jianjun lowered his head again and sighed deeply with melancholy.
It was as if he wanted to spit out all the frustration in his heart.
I don’t know how the little old woman is doing now or whether she is still alive.
If I went out to play, would I go to see her in this state?
One is old and the other is still middle-aged.
puff.
Liu Jianjun suddenly laughed again.
When you imagine it this way, it feels like a historical picture.
Over there, Cheng Ye was tired for a long time and finally finished the call.
After hanging up, Liu Jianjun stepped forward and said, "This tool of yours is so awesome. Can you make phone calls across time and space?"
Such props are probably already SSR level.
Cheng Ye smiled and did not explain.
If he knew that this could be a refuge, I don't know how shocked Liu Jianjun would be.
Cheng Ye said softly: "I still need to make a call."
Liu Jianjun waved his hand and asked him to continue.
Cheng Ye called Wei Sheng'an.
At this moment, Wei Sheng'an was standing at the entrance of the amusement park.
He already fully knows the rules of this copy.
It's really ridiculous to say that everyone is like an experiment, and this place is like an amusement park, carrying out self-carnival.
Wei Sheng'an looked at the more than one million shining stars in front of him and smiled.
A transparent phone suddenly appeared.
Wei Sheng'an raised an eyebrow.
The call was answered.
"What happened this time?" Wei Sheng'an said calmly.
Cheng Ye smiled: "If I have nothing to do, I can't come to you?"
"You wouldn't come to me if you had nothing to do." Wei Sheng'an remained calm.
He was right. Cheng Ye regarded Wei Sheng'an as the leader of the team. He would only call him when he encountered something he couldn't figure out.
He goes to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, and he does have some people who use people to go forward and people who don't need people to go to the back.
Cheng Ye smiled: "That's right, you know Xiao Ming, can you guess where he will go?"
Wei Sheng'an's eyes reflected the light of stars and flickered slightly.
The tall iron railings cast gray and black shadows, cutting him into several pieces.
He paused: "He's missing?"
Cheng Ye recounted everything that happened after entering [Malicious].
Wei Sheng listened quietly and frowned slowly.
"You said he pretended to be here after entering the dungeon?"
"right."
"After entering the nightmare, he insisted on exploring by himself?"
"yes."
"You've searched all the doors on all floors, but you haven't seen him yet?"
"That's right."
Wei Sheng'an narrowed his eyes slightly, and the breeze blew by, rolling up the broken hair on his forehead.
It was clear that he was just a child now, but there was an extraordinary solemnity on his face.
He sighed.
It seemed to be sighing, but also seemed to be regretful.
"This is indeed not the first time he has entered this instance."
Cheng Ye was surprised: "But when we first came in, he was still fumbling around and didn't even know where the stairwell should be?"
Is this the reaction you should have after visiting this copy?
Wei Sheng'an smiled: "Cheng Ye, we shouldn't judge others by ourselves."
"You are very smart and have a good memory. Most ordinary people's brains will automatically delete those unimportant memories."
"As you know, Xiao Ming has always been mainly about having fun. He has no interest in living. He just lives for the sake of living. Maybe he is also trying to find things that make him happy, so he keeps following strange players into low-level dungeons. "
"He is different from you. He has downloaded hundreds or even thousands of copies."
"He should have followed a certain player to this dungeon a long, long time ago. It's just that this dungeon wasn't that difficult. For Xiao Ming, maybe he just casually played the game and it was over, so he forgot about it. It's normal. "
"Not everyone has an amazing memory like you."
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