Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    There are so many people in the study room, although everyone is studying hard, as long as they make a sound, everyone will be alarmed.

    Honeysuckle bit her lip, thinking how could Lian Qiao make such an excessive request?

    But looking at Lian Qiao's pale face and thinking of the terrifying wound on his back, Ren Dong's heart softened again.

    Honeysuckle wanted to make a quick battle, so he turned his heart and did as he said. Even Joe laughed softly and said in his ear, "How can you do bad things?" Then he took off his jacket and put it on his lap.

    With the cover of the coat, the honeysuckle is a little more at ease. Never thought that even Joe would enter the room and reach out his hand in the same way.

    Honeysuckle almost screamed, subconsciously trying to retract her hand. Lian Qiao grabbed him and frowned, "Don't move. The coat is about to fall off."

     Honeysuckle looked around in a panic, with an almost pleading look in her eyes. Lian Qiao seemed to think that he was very interesting, lying on the table, looking at him with a smile, but holding his hand gradually tightened.

    "Don't..." Honeysuckle couldn't take it anymore, her voice trembled and begged for mercy, her whole body bent down.

    "Then you move too." Lian Qiao said.

    Honeysuckle made her eyes red, humiliated and unwilling. He didn't want his appearance to be seen by the initiator, so he also lay down on the table and buried his face in his arms.

    Lian Qiao tilted his head, admiring his bright and small earlobes.

    The two of them were doing shameful things under the cover of their coats. After a while, they both lost control. Lian Qiao was coaxed into the bathroom by Lian Qiao, and when the door was closed, she started making trouble.

    Honeysuckle is stoic by nature, and usually refuses to snort even if it hurts. This time, he took the initiative and couldn't bear it psychologically. Instead, his eyes were red and he cried out sobbing. Lian Qiao hugged him from behind, covered his mouth, and whispered:

    "Don't bark. Be heard."

    Honeysuckle was about to be driven insane, thinking about getting rid of it quickly, she fell for him again. Lian Qiao finally got emotional and regained the initiative, causing the partition to rattle.

    As a last resort, the two came out of the library in embarrassment and returned to the hotel against the cold wind.

    Honeysuckle was shy and angry, while preparing gauze iodine, while complaining about Lian Qiao's mischief. Lian Qiao was finally honest, sitting on the bed with his back to him, exposing the wound on his back.

    As soon as the honeysuckle turned around and saw the blood-stained gauze on his back, his heart softened.

    "You...you really..." Ren Dong sighed softly, and said with helplessness and pity, "Can't you bear it? It's just a few days away? When you go out, it's not just you... "He thought about what happened after he went out, and his face turned red.

    Lian Qiao lowered her head slightly and muttered in a low voice: "After going out..."

    Honeysuckle was inexplicably nervous when she heard this. He felt that there was something indescribable...sadness in Lian Joe's tone?

    Is it grief? Or am I thinking too much?

    He thought that Lian Qiao was probably afraid that they would not be able to get out, so he kissed the back of his neck and said softly: "I will take you out. Trust me, I will definitely be able to."

    Lian Qiao smiled lowly.

    Honeysuckle no longer wastes time, and gently tore off the blood-stained gauze. The gauze was soaked in blood, but it was easy to tear, and it was heavy in my hand. The shocking stab wound on Lian Qiao's back came into view again, and the stabbing made Ren Dong a pain in his heart, but he had to face it head-on.

    He took a clean cotton ball and carefully wiped the blood around the wound, trying not to touch the wound. Lian Qiao said, "It's fine, just soak a cotton ball with iodophor and put it in and wipe it. Otherwise, it's easy to get inflamed."

    Honeysuckle was taken aback: "Put it in? Does it hurt?"

    Lian Qiao said: "I can bear it. It's better than a fever."

     Honeysuckle frowned: "Isn't there any anti-inflammatory medicine? Why don't you take more medicine..."

    "It's useless. If it's really infected, this oral drug won't work at all." Lian Qiao turned his head and smiled at him, "Come on, I can hold it back."

     Honeysuckle had no choice but to do as he said.

    The cotton **** soaked in iodophor turned tan. He took a cotton ball with tweezers and approached the wound. When I was about to put it in, my hands trembled.

    He took a deep breath, gently opened the skin around the wound, and stuffed the cotton ball inside. He felt Lian Qiao's muscles tighten as he gripped the sheets under him.

     Still saying no pain? Obviously it hurts to death.

    Honeysuckle gritted her teeth, thinking that the beginning has begun, it is better to end it earlier. With a sigh of relief, he wiped the sterile cotton ball back and forth in the wound, taking away the oozing fluid and blood in the wound.

    Lian Qiao never said a word, but Ren Dong felt the same, and felt that her back also hurt like being cut by a knife.

    He stared at the wound, a trace of guilt creeping up his chest. He thought it would be better if he watched Lian Qiao and didn't let him go to the appointment alone. Although this was Lian Qiao's own intention, he still didn't want Lian Qiao to suffer even the slightest injury.

    Although I don't know who cut the knife, I think even Joe has already avenged it on the spot. Ren Dong sighed softly, and was about to put on the gauze, when a flash of thought suddenly occurred to him, feeling that the stab wound was a bit strange.

    This knife was from the right shoulder to the left shoulder blade, and the wound was nearly 20 cm. The depth is not deep, and the incision is neat, no doubt cut by a sharp knife.

    But...I always feel that something is weird...

     Honeysuckle thought about it carefully. The corpses he saw on the back mountain today were also cut with sharp knives. Daggers, kitchen knives, watermelon knives and other weapons were also scattered at the scene. So he didn't think much about it at the time, and didn't look carefully at the wounds of the corpse.

    Now that I think about it, the stab wounds on those corpses are all crooked. After all, people are not standing there waiting to be chopped. This knife will always be resisted, so all the knife wounds left are crooked and twisted, and none of them are as straight as Lian Qiao.

    Lintong thought of this, and immediately understood where the sense of disobedience came from.

    The wound on Lian Qiao's back was long and straight, with neat and shallow cuts. To be honest, it didn't hurt that badly. And the stab wound was so beautiful, it was as beautiful as it was slowly cutting through the skin with a knife.

    The angle from the right shoulder to the left shoulder blade is also... No, if it is the other way around, from the left shoulder blade to the right shoulder?

    Wouldn’t that be… easy?

    Honeysuckle was taken aback by her own thought, and then she shook her head in self-deprecating manner: Why, could even Joe cut himself?

    What is he drawing? Picture me distressed?

    "...Honeysuckle?" Lian Qiao tilted his head and called him softly as if he had noticed something.

    Honeysuckle put that strange thought behind her, sprinkled Yunnan Baiyao on his wound, then covered the gauze again and said, "Okay."

    Lian Qiao took a long breath. It seemed that he had been holding his breath for a while.

    Honeysuckle put on his clothes and got up to pour him a glass of hot water. With this movement, he suddenly realized that his back was still sticky, and he couldn't help blushing. He turned and walked towards the bathroom, saying, "I'm going to take a shower."

    Lian Qiao sat on the bed and said hello.

    The hot water washed away the things that should not have appeared in his body, and also took away the tiredness of Honeysuckle. He couldn't help but stay in the bathroom for a while, and his mind gradually emptied and drifted away, making him curious about what would happen on that day in 2020.

    From the moment "1992-2020" appeared in the elevator, he knew that he was the key player in this dungeon. This string of numbers is like the number of the year of birth and death is so unknown, anyone who sees it will think in that direction. Fortunately, 2020 is still far away, and no one dares to act rashly before that.

    But what about 2020?

    There is no doubt that the rest of the players will attack. He is a key player, and even if you kill him and you can't get the button, you can at least get a stand-in puppet. For other players, this operation is not a loss at all. But they would never have thought that Xu Rendong had the ability to reset after death. That is to say, his death is definitely not the final condition for opening the gate of life - after all, once he dies, the entire dungeon is reset.

    Unfortunately I can't tell anyone this.

    But where is the way out?

    What will happen that day in 2020. Now that the elevator has a clue, what about the button?

    Xu Rendong suddenly had a terrible idea in her heart.

    What if... what if this dungeon is a hedging game?

    From the dungeon prompt to the subsequent development, the entire dungeon world revolves around him, which naturally isolates him from ordinary players. If it wasn't for Lian Qiao who stood by his side firmly, I'm afraid he would be the target of all the people now.

    No, in fact, the current situation is that he and Lian Qiao have become the target of public criticism.

    Then the intention of the copy seems to be to want him to be against everyone. So... could it be that he kills all the other players to get the button?

    In this case, isn't he the only one who can escape?

    But can't the game have an absolute dead end? If he was the only one who could possibly escape, then for the others...

    At this point, Xu Rendong suddenly shuddered.

    No, he actually experienced it—a copy that only one person can escape.

    In "The Lock Without Keys", there are ninety-eighty-one players who can actually meet the escape conditions, and only Iwamizumi is the only one.

    Iwami Chuan once said that the difficulty of the dungeon will be adjusted due to the existence of special participants. Iwami Chuan is a real boss, so the dungeon that time was surprisingly difficult. The elevator can only be opened by piecing together the nine chains, but collecting the nine chains will trigger the nine-layer debuff. The ring to resist debuffs must be concentrated on one person, and the others can only be slaughtered.

    Although the longevity lock given by Zhong Xiu can also resist the debuff, in addition to the mental control of forced eating and forced estrus, the debuff also has group damage such as rainstorm, Gu eagle, and flying arrow. Even if the honeysuckle is wearing the longevity lock, it cannot escape these attacks. But Shi Jianchuan was different. The white snake was extremely powerful, capable of both attacking and defending, and it was able to separate out countless small snakes. As a folklorist, Iwami Chuan has also done a lot of research on the Nine Links, so he can solve the puzzle in the shortest time.

    Fundamentally speaking, this dungeon is only capable of clearing the level by Ishigami. He and Lian Qiao were "brought" out by Iwami Chuan by virtue of their longevity locks and dolls.

    So, will this dungeon be like this?

    A copy that only he can escape...

    The steam was steaming in the bathroom, and the scalding hot water rushed on the back, making the honeysuckle's skin red. Honeysuckle still felt cold and kept turning up the temperature of the hot water.

    If this is the case, then…

    Then live here forever.

    He will never sacrifice Lian Joe!

    But even Joe, as smart, must have thought of this. Will he...

    No!

    Xu Rendong turned on the faucet, wiped her body indiscriminately, and stumbled out.

    Lian Qiao couldn't help being surprised when he saw him in a hurry: "What's wrong?"

    Honeysuckle told him her thoughts, and after listening to Qiao, she tilted her head and looked at him: "Are you afraid that I will commit suicide in exchange for your way out?"

    Xu Rendong's eyes trembled. Just hearing the word "suicide" from Lian Qiao's mouth made his heart hurt to the point of death.

    "You can't do this, you can't have such thoughts." Honeysuckle grabbed his hand, her fingers trembling uncontrollably, "If you die, I will definitely chase you to death! You can't...you can't..."

    Lian Joe stared at him. Xu Rendong's expression was fragile, and the circles of his eyes were red. At this moment, he was terrified and helpless, like a pigeon whose wings had been plucked and its wings cut off. The tender pink flesh was exposed unobstructed, fragile and delicate, and shimmered with wet water.

    The look of despair and pleading, although lovable, is even more...

    Want to abuse.

    There was a dim light in Lian Qiao's eyes, but it was fleeting. He raised a warm smile and said, "Don't be afraid, I won't. Didn't you agree to live together before you came in?"

    The statue of honeysuckle caught the straw and nodded desperately.

    Lian Qiao's eyes slowly moved to the corner of his mouth, full of fascination, like a caress. Honeysuckle seemed to sense something, and took the initiative to come up and kiss him with his eyes closed.

    Xu Rendong raised her face slightly, like a devout believer. Holding his heart in both hands, tremblingly begged him to accept it, and begged his gods not to abandon him.

    "Come up."

    Honeysuckle trembled, but without any resistance, she sat up obediently.