Horror Game: Crazy criticizes a beauty who has no martial ethics

Warm breakfast milk is poured into a glass, steaming continuously, lightly fried bread slices are golden in color, paired with sausage, baby cabbage, fried eggs, two slices of bacon, and topped with a layer of salad dressing, cut into pieces Arrange neatly on the plate in a triangle shape.

Si Cheng checked the refrigerator and found that there was no fruit stored in it, so he went downstairs and bought two bunches of purple grapes and a pound of crisp dates. He washed them and put them on a plate on the table.

Xia Lingge picked up the sandwich and took a big bite.

"Is it delicious?" Si Cheng sat across from her and looked at her.

Xia Lingge nodded: "Yes."

The two of them were silent for a while, and the room was filled with the sound of clinking bowls and chopsticks. Si Cheng was the first to put down his bowls and chopsticks, quietly waiting for Xia Lingge to finish eating, and then he consciously stood up to clean up the mess.

"So full." Xia Lingge smacked lazily.

Si Cheng smiled: "If you are sleepy, senior sister, just go back and rest first, and leave the rest to me."

Xia Lingge held his head and blinked, but did not leave.Sicheng stacked all the dishes on top of each other, suddenly stopped and said softly: "Senior sister... how did we win that game?"

"what?"

Xia Lingge suspected that he heard wrongly.

Si Cheng thought she had misunderstood something and said hurriedly: "I don't mean anything else. It's just that after finishing the game, I always feel like I forgot something, but I can't explain it. I..." He paused and took a sip. Lip whispered, "Am I holding senior sister back again?"

The young man's self-blame and guilt clearly didn't look like an act. Xia Lingge's eyes fell on his face and he blinked, "You really don't remember anything?"

"I don't remember." Si Cheng shook his head. "I only remember that there was a seventh player at the end of that game, and then Mrs. Kloster was also in his camp, and then...and then I don't know anything. .”

Xia Lingge asked tentatively: "You don't know about blowing up the castle?"

"Blow up the castle?" Si Cheng was stunned for a moment, "Me?"

Xia Lingge nodded: "Yes. Not only did you blow up the castle, you also killed a person and a monster."

Si Cheng's astonished expression became more and more obvious: "I...killed one person and one monster? How could..."

Yes.

Xia Lingge still doesn't understand how the shy Sicheng could kill one person and one monster so fiercely, but seeing this, it is also true, unless Sicheng was possessed by some ghost at that time, but he couldn't figure it out Why go out of your way to help them?

Totally confused.

"Could it be... that I entered the game through Qin's oxygen chamber, so I suddenly burst out with such strong power?" Si Cheng seemed to suddenly remember something and said, "Anyway, He Zhinian told me, He said that it was indeed much easier to clear the level after Qin Sheng modified his dial data. Could it be that they had also tampered with my data after I entered the game, and that was why this happened?"

Hearing Si Cheng mention He Zhinian, Xia Lingge grabbed the phone at hand and opened WeChat. The last message was still the one she sent. He Zhinian didn't reply, and she didn't know if he saw it.

Xia Lingge simply dialed her cell phone. A beep sounded on the other end of the phone, but no one answered.

"Have you ever met He Zhinian?" Xia Lingge asked.

Sicheng shook his head: "Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for a long time. The last time I saw him was when he left the copy of "God's Gift". Later, we had a phone call when I handed over the game with him. After that..."

Xia Lingge frowned slightly and pressed a few times on the screen keyboard with her fingertips:
[When I saw the message, I replied immediately. 】

Sicheng asked: "Senior, what's wrong?"

Xia Lingge said: "It's nothing, I just feel it's abnormal. Besides, I don't trust Qin Sheng. He wants to hide something from us."

Just like the depression he found, his whole body was full of secrets.

"Yes." Si Cheng nodded in agreement, "I will be more careful with him in the future."

'Ding dong——'

The doorbell rang suddenly.Xia Lingge and Sicheng looked at each other: "Could it be He Zhinian?"

Si Cheng put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand, went to the entrance and opened the door. A dusty middle-aged man in police uniform was standing in front of the door. He was raising his hand to comb his hair casually. When he saw Si Cheng, he was stunned for a moment and then recovered. He smiled grumpily: "Sorry, I went to the wrong place."

After speaking, he was about to leave.

"dad."

Xia Lingge stood up and called him.

This sound startled two people.

Si Cheng suddenly turned to look at Xia's father: "Dad...?"

Father Xia looked at Xia Lingge in astonishment: "Daughter, why did you go to someone else's house? Come out quickly."

Xia Lingge had a headache: "It's someone else's house, this is our house."

Father Xia turned to Si Cheng: "Then who is he?!"

Si Cheng lost his ability to speak inexplicably, and Xia Lingge replied: "My classmate."

"It turns out to be a classmate. Please sit down, please sit down." Xia's father walked into the entrance hall and closed the security door. He smiled and invited Si Cheng to sit down.Si Cheng was put on pins and needles by Xia's father's enthusiasm. He wanted to ask Xia's father to sit down several times, but instead he was given a cup of hot water in his hand.

Xia Lingge asked: "Why are you back?"

"There's nothing serious in the bureau for now, so I'll come back and see you." Father Xia looked at the leftovers on the table. "Look, you are so ignorant. You don't know how to clean up when guests come to the house, and you even ask someone to come and open the door for me." .”

Xia Lingge didn't want to listen to him, so she picked up the bowls and chopsticks on the table and carried them into the kitchen.

"Senior, otherwise I..."

Si Cheng just wanted to get up to help, but Xia's father pushed him to the sofa.

"Boy."

Father Xia looked at him with a smile: "What's your name? Where are you from? How old are you? How did you meet Lingge?"

"My, my name is Sicheng..."

Sicheng sat on the sofa in an orderly manner, as well-behaved as a primary school student facing his teacher. He answered whatever Father Xia asked him. In less than five minutes, Father Xia had brought out all eight generations of Sicheng's ancestors.

Xia's father patted his shoulder, walked to the kitchen, came to Xia Lingge's side and whispered, "Where did you get this friend?"

Xia Lingge didn't even raise his head: "What's wrong?"

Xia's father said: "He looks good, and his character is quite honest and honest, but... I feel a bit silly no matter how I look at him."

Xia Lingge glanced at him: "He is my friend, not a prisoner in your interrogation room."

Father Xia frowned: "Speak carefully. I don't regard him as a prisoner in the interrogation room, but this is the first time I have heard of your friend who came to your house to cook for you. His apron has not been taken off yet. Don't take advantage of me." Be a fool."

"Let me tell you, you are still a student now. Study hard and stop thinking about trivial things. If I find out who you are hanging out with outside, I..."

He raised his hand intimidatingly.

"uncle."

Sicheng walked to the kitchen door at some point: "I have something else to do, so I'll leave first."

"Wait for me, I'm leaving too." Xia Lingge shook the water on his hands twice and said in a gentle tone.