Death Spiral [Infinite Flow]

    Honeysuckle's pupils shrank suddenly, clenched her fists and smashed hard against the invisible wall. There was a series of banging sounds in midair, but Lian Qiao, who was just a short distance away, remained motionless and was not affected in the slightest.

    No, don't...

    Honeysuckle slammed the air wall hard, and the blunt sound of fist and wall echoed repeatedly in the small space. His vision gradually blurred, and hot tears rolled down his cheeks without end.

    "Don't... Lian Qiao... Lian Qiao..." Xu Rendong gradually lost all his strength, and his body slid down the invisible wall little by little. His fists had been smashed with blood, and the joints were red and swollen.

    He knelt on the ground, his palms still stretched out, trying to touch Lian Qiao who was close at hand.

    But—untouchable—

    Just a wall…

    It's just a wall!

    Why? Why does it become like this?

    He hit that wall with a crowbar, a knife, and even his head. But the air wall remained motionless, standing quietly between him and Lian Qiao with an absolutely irresistible force.

     Quietly separated life and death.

    Xu Rendong heard a whimper that was not like a human voice in his throat. He looked at the statue-like Lian Qiao, at the corners of Lian Qiao's slightly raised mouth, the red eyes and the overflowing tears, his emotions finally collapsed completely.

    He suddenly grabbed the sharp knife that fell to the side and stabbed it into his chest!

    "Hmm!"

    The cold blade pierced deeply, and the pain followed. He bit his lip tightly, and instead of pulling out the knife immediately, he gripped the handle of the knife and turned it slowly.

    The blade got stuck in the rib and couldn't turn again after half a turn.

    So he pulled out the knife, changed the place, and stabbed again!

    Once, twice, three times…

    He stabbed the knife into his chest repeatedly, each time without the hilt. The knife pierced countless blood holes in his chest, the blood was blurred, and the pain was piercing. He felt a little comfort in the crushing pain. He just thought he didn't die fast enough.

    The blood soaked his clothes, and the blood beads splashed on the air wall, splashing into beautiful blood flowers.

    The massive and rapid blood loss made him cold all over, and his limbs felt like ants crawling over, numb and painful. After repeatedly stabbing, he finally exhausted himself, shook and fell into a pool of his own blood. No longer had the strength to pull the knife out of his chest.

    If someone passed by at this time and saw his miserable appearance covered in blood, he would not believe that the murderer was himself.

    Honeysuckle only felt the world spinning, and her sight gradually drifted. He felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, his soul was getting lighter and lighter, and he was about to float away from his body.

    But in this heavier than ten thousandth of exhaustion, he was reluctant to close his eyes.

    He raised his hand diligently, trying to wipe the blood on the air wall. He wanted to see Lian Qiao again, but he was reluctant.

    He felt sad and sad.

    Even though he knew we would see each other soon, he was still sad.

    In a trance, he saw something flashing, slowly rising from his chest.

    Silver white, round and small.

    That's…

    Honeysuckle raised his hand and wanted to grab the thing, but he had no strength. The deep blood and darkness enveloped him, dragging him back to the endless abyss again.

    …

    The elevator was running low and steady, suddenly shaking slightly.

    This happens every time, even Joe is used to it. But Honeysuckle couldn't seem to get used to it, because every time the elevator vibrated, he would gasp for breath.

    This time too.

    Lian Qiao looked at Honeysuckle and met his dazed eyes.

    Before Lian Qiao could speak, Honeysuckle's eyes suddenly became wet. He came over and stretched out his arms to hug Lian Qiao. Lian Qiao was stunned for a moment, then tilted his head and asked, "What's the matter?"

    Honeysuckle didn't speak, just hooked his neck and buried his head on his shoulder.

    Lian Qiao raised his hand habitually and stroked his hair lightly. However, as he touched it, Lian Qiao noticed that his neck was getting heavier and heavier. Honeysuckle hung on him like a koala, causing him to instinctively wrap around Honeysuckle's waist.

    Lian Qiao: "Huh?!!"

    Honeysuckle's clothes and trousers have slipped off her body. The little child was held in the arms of Lian Giotto, too young to be touched. Lian Qiao was stunned for half a second, and suddenly realized that the baby's skin was a little cold, and hurriedly wrapped his clothes around him.

    I thought about it and felt a little worried, so I unzipped my jacket and shoved the little guy into my arms.

    "How did you become so small..."

    Lian Qiao doesn't know how to take children. At this time, holding this little guy felt awkward both vertically and horizontally. I wonder if it would be uncomfortable for him to hold Honeysuckle in this position.

    The sudden change made Lian Qiao doubt his life, but there is no doubt that this crumpled little guy is Honeysuckle.

    Little Honeysuckle's face was pressed against his chest. Lian Qiao couldn't help but gently poked Honeysuckle's face with his fingertips. The soft and fragile touch made him feel a warmth that he had never felt before.

    He suddenly thought: What if they have children?

    The apex of his heart trembled suddenly.

    After being with Honeysuckle, he never thought about "having a child". He felt that it was enough to have honeysuckle in his world, but the heavy little guy in his arms at this time inspired a tenderness he had never experienced before. He couldn't help thinking: If he and Ren Dong had children...

    What a wonderful thing that would be.

    Little Honeysuckle lay quietly in his arms, as well-behaved as a doll. Lian Qiao fondly stroked his little head, and he couldn't help giggling when he touched it.

    So cute...the hair is so soft. Is this what baby hair actually looks like? Is this called fetal hair?

    It sounds like some people will collect baby hair to make writing brushes…

      I am in the elevator! I want to make a copy too!

    He turned around, only to find that the elevator door had already opened. Outside the door is a world of ice and snow, and the light is not very good, so I can't see clearly. He subconsciously caged the collar of the cage, for fear that the wind and snow outside would freeze the little honeysuckle in his arms.

    "Are you asleep?" Lian Qiao lowered her head and whispered to Little Honeysuckle.

     Honeysuckle lay meekly on his chest without making any sound.

    Probably because of his birth, his eyes were swollen and purple, and he could not open them. It looks like a little mouse, which is pathetic.

    Lian Joe thought he was asleep, but he wasn't. Hearing Lian Qiao's voice, Xiao Rendong raised her little hand and gently rubbed his neck.

    Little Honeysuckle was wrapped very warmly in his arms, so this little hand was also hot and extremely soft, so fragile that it seemed like it would break if touched. Even Joe was so gently rubbed by him that his heart was about to melt. I just want to hold the little guy crooked until the end of the world, and I don't want to get out of the elevator at all!

    It's over, it's over, I'm addicted to holding a baby and I don't want to type, what should I do!

    Lian Qiao rubbed little honeysuckle's head lovingly, and suddenly realized that if he continued to rub little honeysuckle, he would be bald by him.

    No no no, I have to restrain myself!

    Lian Qiao coughed and said, "Honeysuckle, are you okay?"

    Little Honeysuckle nodded slightly.

    "Then out?"

    Little Honeysuckle nodded again.

    Even this simple action made Lian Qiao feel like she was going to be cute. He couldn't help but bowed his head and kissed Honeysuckle's little head, contented, and then he wrapped his coat tightly and stepped out of the elevator.

    Then I was dumbfounded.

    "Fuck!"

    Lian Qiao looked at his empty chest in shock and touched left and right in disbelief.

    My partner!

    I am so big!

    The elevator disappeared in an instant, leaving Lian Qiao alone, standing in the open snow all around, with a confused expression.

    —No! Don't be fooled!

    Honeysuckle is too small! If he stayed alone in the snow, he would freeze to death!

    Thinking of this, even Qiao's whole body stood up. He quickly forced himself to calm down and carefully observe his surroundings.

    There was heavy snow in the sky, which reminded him of the first nesting doll world. But this time is not quite the same as that time. This time it is late at night, and the surrounding is foggy, so I can't see anything clearly.

    Lian Qiao was about to take out a flashlight to illuminate, but inadvertently found a faint yellow halo in the distance.

    The snow field is very empty all around, there is no guidance, obviously this halo is the indication of the copy.

    Lian Qiao ran towards the halo without hesitation, but just two steps away, the halo disappeared.

    …Huh?

    Lian Qiao froze for a moment, looked around, and found a halo in another direction.

    Is that thing moving?

    No, it should be called "teleportation" rather than "moving".

    The more wrong something is in the copy, the more worth paying attention to. Lian Qiao thought about it, turned off the flashlight, and started running towards the new location of the halo.

    The flashlight is too bright, the halo is very weak, and it is hidden under the heavy snow. However, without turning on the flashlight, Lian Qiao was almost running in the dark. Once in danger, it is impossible to guard against it.

    Fortunately, there are no obstacles in the snow, only snowflakes keep hitting my face.

    Where is Honeysuckle? Where did the honeysuckle go?

    Will he be in that light place?

    1992-2020, this time the copy hint is so ominous. If you guessed correctly, Ren Dong is the key player this time. Then it is reasonable and reasonable that Honeysuckle is placed in a special place as soon as it enters the dungeon.

    —but is there any danger there? Where is he alone?

    He's so small...he can't be alone!

    The snow is getting heavier. Lian Qiao kept running towards the halo, and the hot air from his slap hit his face in turn, hot and wet. The halo changed position every minute or two, and it was so far apart that it was abnormal no matter how it looked.

    What's even weirder is that bloodstains gradually appeared on the road. The bloodstain also extended towards the position of the halo, as if a seriously injured person would always walk in front of him and guide him.

    Lian Qiao was like a ghost hitting a wall. He turned around before he could run far, and was led by the halo and blood.

    Fortunately, he moved fast enough, running and running, the halo was getting closer and closer to him, and he could vaguely see the shadow of a building.

    Lian Qiao narrowed his eyes while running, carefully identifying the shape of the building. He felt a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it. As for the blood on the ground, it looked fresh and hot, as if it had dripped from someone not long ago, and the residual body temperature even melted the snow into small red holes.

    There are occasional scrambled footprints around those small holes. Lian Qiao didn't have time to check it out, but at this moment there was only one thought in his mind:

    Find the honeysuckle now!

    After running for a long time, the building with a yellow halo finally broke through the fog and appeared in front of me.

    It is a small two-story western-style building, the architectural style is the style of the last century, and it looks old and simple. Lian Qiao's heart jumped when he saw the small black shadow on the steps of the courtyard door.

    "Honeysuckle!"

    He ran over in a hurry, almost tripping over the heavy snow. Stumbled to the gate of the yard, he almost fell to the ground, held the small ball in both hands, and quickly held it in his arms to check.

    It's honeysuckle! It's his honeysuckle!

    Little Honeysuckle's original sauce purple face has turned pale, and her swollen eyes are still unable to open. He was clearly frozen, and even his lips were shaking.

    However, strangely, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, as if he sensed Lian Qiao's arrival.

    "Honeysuckle! Wake up! Honeysuckle!" Lian Qiao called to him, opened his clothes, and conveyed warmth to him with his body.

    As soon as the small body of Honeysuckle was attached to his chest, even Joe was startled.

    Good ice!

    How long has he been lying in the snow? How did I find him so late? How could I be so late? !

    Lian Qiao blamed herself and wanted to stab himself a few times, but at this time there was no time for him to abuse himself. He kept calling out the name of Honeysuckle, but the little guy in his arms never responded.

    Fortunately, the little chest is still heaving, confirming that the little honeysuckle is still alive.

    Lian Joe didn't waste any more time, clenched his fists and started knocking on the door of the building.

    "Open the door! Open the door! Anyone! Help!"

    Lian Qiao knocked on the gate of the yard, and Lian Qiao shouted, and soon saw a figure flashing in the window on the second floor.

    However, before the man on the second floor came out, there was a rustling of snow being trampled behind him.

    Anyone? !

    Lian Qiao turned around abruptly, and with a swoosh, he pulled out the crowbar.

    "What are you doing?" Lian Qiao narrowed her eyes and stared at the person who came.

    I only saw the young girl in the down jacket in front of me, her cheeks were frozen red like a small apple.

    She frowned, her eyes fell on the crowbar in Lian Qiao's hand, and she said unhappily: "What am I doing? Of course I'm here to find a place to warm up! Look at you, so are you. Player? Can you put the crowbar away first, how dare I talk to you like this?"

    Lian Qiao: "Then don't say it."

    Little Apple: "???" So cold? Do I have a grudge against you!