Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    Bad news?

    Lian Qiao took a breath and his voice trembled: "He, he..."

    The monk held a rosary and walked up to him with his hands folded. Lian Qiao suddenly felt terribly tight in his chest. But no matter how hard he inhaled, it was like fake air, and the stuffy feeling in his lungs could not be relieved at all.

    "Hu...hu..." Lian Qiao frowned, pressing his chest with one hand and holding the railing with the other. The fingers were so hard that they turned white. Breathing heavily, he said with difficulty, "He... how... how is it..."

    Seeing that he was in such a hurry, the monk couldn't help but stay for a while, and quickly stepped forward and said: "Donor, calm down! He's okay, he's already awake! I scare you! He's okay!"

    Lian Qiao's tense heart finally relaxed.

    But his lungs don't.

    For some reason, he still felt terribly bored. Severe hypoxia brought a sense of near-death, and he had an illusion of drowning. His fingers gripping the railing kept tightening, but he couldn't help but slide down.

    So stuffy...so uncomfortable...why no oxygen...

    I'm breathing so hard...

    He heard a bellows-like wheeze from the depths of his throat, and he couldn't stop breathing, but the suffocation was not relieved in the slightest. On the contrary, the body is getting weaker and weaker, the muscles are sore, and the eyes are black. It was so painful that I wanted to die.

    The monk and the police were shocked to see him slide down the iron fence. The police hurriedly took out the keys and tried to open the door to save people. The outstretched hand stopped in midair.

    The monk said anxiously: "What are you doing! Hurry up and open the door!"

    The little policeman was sweating profusely, with a hesitant look on his face: "No, I can't open the door casually... What if he pretended?"

      Don't wear it now!"

    As soon as the police heard the truth, they no longer insisted, but helped the monk to open the door together.

    Lian Qiao had fallen to the ground, panting like a dying fish. His expression was a little painful, his eyes were erratic, and he didn't know what he was looking for.

    When his sight caught the figure of the monk, he suddenly stretched out his hand, grabbed the monk's robe, and stood up from the ground.

    "You, you said...hu...he...hu...hu...he..."

    The monk said anxiously: "He's all right! How about you? How are you!"

    Hearing the words "he's fine", even Joe smiled with difficulty. His chest still rose and fell violently, as if the 21% oxygen in the air was not enough for him to breathe.

    The monk was sweating profusely, and Amitabha kept saying, "Don't scare me! Don't scare me! Amitabha has sins and sins... don't die because of me!"

    Lian Qiao grabbed his collar and gritted his teeth: "Then you... huh... why... lie to me... huh... he's obviously... he's obviously fine!"

    Monk: "Oh! The monks don't lie, how did I lie to you! I really have bad news for you!"

    Lian Qiao opened his eyes wide, his pupils shrank, and his breathing became rapid again. The monk hurriedly said: "Don't worry! The bad news I said was only that he was expelled from school! It's okay! What a big deal? It's okay!"

    Lian Qiao: "..." He couldn't help rolling his eyes, thinking that I'm going to be mad at you.

    Although Lian Qiao was breathing heavily, she was still in good spirits. The little policeman saw that he had no intention of escaping the prison, so he hurried to inform the leader.

    But by the time the leader of the Public Security Bureau arrived, Lian Qiao's breathing had gradually subsided.

    Not only the monk Zhang Er was puzzled, but even Qiao himself was confused. He didn't expect that the word "bad news" alone could scare him like this - but it didn't seem to be scary, it was completely rushed.

    He seems to have heard his mother say that if people are too emotional, they can really gasp themselves to death. (Note)

    When he calmed down completely, he couldn't help calling the monk in front of him and scolding him.

    The monk is also very aggrieved: I only said three words of bad news, and the rest is your own brain. You are frightened by your own brain supplement content, but you are going to blame me!

    Why don't you talk about your own food!

    Seeing that Lian Qiao had fully recovered, the little policeman heaved a sigh of relief, locked the cell door again, and sat back at the table to continue reading his Gu Long novel.

    The detention room is not a real prison, and monks can visit. Anyway, the monk can't do anything in front of him, not to mention that this prisoner is about to be released after serving his sentence, there is really no need to die to escape.

    The monk glanced back and was a little surprised to see that the little policeman really ignored them.

    "I also bought cigarettes to stuff him..." He touched his bald head and said disappointedly, "Who knew they would let me in. Oh, it's a waste of money."

    "People in those days were pure and not as corrupt as they are now." Lian Qiao frowned, "Tell me honestly, how is he now?"

    "He's fine, he's really fine." The monk was really afraid of Lian Qiao, he found that Lian Qiao's attention to honeysuckle had surpassed everything, "Really, the only bad news is only one It's just a dropout notice. Oh, and he's grown up."

    Speaking of this, the monk seemed to recall something terrible, and his expression suddenly became weird.

    He leaned over and asked Lian Qiao in a low voice through the iron fence: "Why does he shed his skin like a snake?"

    This morning, the new era subtitles have been swiped. Lian Qiao expected that the monk would be startled by Honeysuckle, but at this time he was not only unsympathetic, but also gloated.

    The monk saw him like this, and immediately woke up: "Oh! You already knew! You didn't tell me!"

    "How can I have time?" Lian Qiao pouted and changed the subject, "By the way, what's the matter with the notice of withdrawal."

    "It's not your fault. You rushed into the school and beat up their head teacher. Of course, the school will punish him. But fortunately, the head teacher corporally punished the students first, and their principal also knew that he was wrong. So I didn't tell you."

    When the monk said this, his eyes were a little vacant.

    Actually, the reason why the principal was wrong was not only the teacher's corporal punishment of the students, but also that the little honeysuckle was also lying in the hospital at that time, and the situation was not very good.

    However, the monk would never tell Lian Qiao about this.

    Although Xu Rendong looked okay yesterday, several bones were broken on her waist and back, and she almost punctured her internal organs. The hospital also gave him a serious illness notice in the middle of the night. Fortunately, the next morning, after molting, he changed his body and recovered completely in an instant.

    He will be released from the hospital this afternoon, about the same time that Lian Qiao was released from prison.

    The monk stole a glance at Lian Qiao, saw that he didn't notice anything strange, and sighed: "The trouble is still to come. The owner of the snack bar thinks you have a tendency to violence, and dare not let you continue to Their family is working part-time. The hospital also owes a medical fee. To be honest, the amount is not large, and the fee is quite reasonable, but the problem is that the three of us really don’t have any money!”

    "..." Even Joe didn't speak for a while. He frowned, as if thinking about something.

    The monk comforted: "Don't worry about it first. Let's slowly figure out a solution for the money issue. If it doesn't work, I'll go to the street again..."

    "Do you think..." Lian Qiao interrupted him and said thoughtfully, "This copy is too real?"

    "Huh?" The monk was inexplicable.

    “How many instances have you experienced?” Lian Qiao asked.

    The monk recalled: "Four."

    "Have you ever encountered such a realistic dungeon? This dungeon is almost identical to the outside except for the limited scenes and haunted nights."

    "You said that..." The monk also frowned, "Indeed. I also think this dungeon is not the same as the previous one... I finished 120 yesterday, and an ambulance actually came. Pick up people, I was stunned."

    "But there are also unreasonable places." Lian Qiao said, "I entered their school and saw other students in his class, all faceless. At the time I thought they were ghosts , but it's obviously daytime. And those faceless elementary school students don't seem to hurt him... He actually went to class with those ghosts for two days. "

    Speaking of this, even Qiao frowned deeper: "And corporal punishment, why didn't he tell me? Why should he hide it from me?"

    The monk showed a rather shocked look.

    Why did he hide it from you, don't you have any points in your heart? !

    You look at the iron fence in front of you, feel your conscience and say it again: you, heart, heart, no, point, count, do you? !

    "In short, there are many strange things in this copy." Lian Qiao ignored his strange eyes and concluded with a solemn expression, "I feel that there is some key information missing, I have to think about it. "

    "...you stay in there first, and then you can talk about it when you come out." The monk glanced at the empty detention room and said, "Okay, I have come to see you. The environment of your house is not bad and it is suitable for living. Your children can rest assured. I will go first."

    "Yeah." Lian Qiao said goodbye to him without hesitation.

    However, the monk just took two steps, and Lian Qiao stopped him again: "Hey, wait, I have something to ask you."

    Monk: "What?"

     Even Qiao hesitated, opened her mouth several times, but couldn't say a word.

    The monk waved his hand impatiently and said, "Oh, you look so cowardly. Do you want to ask him if he blames you?"

    Lian Qiao's expression froze: "He told you?"

    "What's the matter, didn't you accidentally injure him when you hit someone? I can't stand your flirtatious flirting. You didn't mean it, he I also understand you. In the end, one of you was embarrassed to visit, and the other was embarrassed to ask, are you two aggrieved?" The monk waved his hand again as if chasing flies, "Okay, don't worry about it, wait. Come out and talk to him yourself."

    "..." Lian Qiao crawled in front of the iron railings and watched the monk leave eagerly, a very complicated emotion rose in his heart.

     Honeysuckle really didn't blame him.

    No matter what he hurts the honeysuckle, the honeysuckle will not blame him. Just because Ren Dong felt that he didn't do it on purpose.

    But even if it wasn't intentional...the damage he did to Honeysuckle was real.

    Lian Qiao suddenly realized: Honeysuckle loves him too much. I love him so much that I lose my principles, and I can accept him completely and tolerate him without any bottom line.

    This gave Lian Qiao an indescribable joy. But in this happiness, there was a faint uneasiness.

    He was very afraid of himself, and when he didn't know it, he would cause more harm to the honeysuckle.

     Even Joe's heart sank a little and his eyes drooped. He inadvertently caught a glimpse of the Gu Long novel in the hands of the police, and his heart skipped a beat. That weird feeling came to mind again.

    Useless setting...

    Is this novel really a useless setting?

    The author has something to say:

    Note: Lian Qiao's condition is called hyperventilation syndrome, also known as hyperventilation syndrome. It is a physiological and psychological reaction caused by acute anxiety. During the attack, the patient will feel a rapid heartbeat, palpitations, and sweating. Because they cannot feel breathing, they will speed up breathing, resulting in the continuous discharge of carbon dioxide and the low concentration, causing secondary respiratory symptoms. Symptoms such as alkalosis. It can cause numbness in the hands and feet, and in severe cases, the limbs can twitch. The treatment method is very simple, give him a paper bag, let him breathe into the paper bag, and **** the exhaled carbon dioxide back into it. However, in severe cases, medical treatment is still required.