Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

What the hell...

Is this entire world actually called an incinerator?

The content of this prompt has to be said to be even more thrilling.

Moreover, this time the conditions for containment were met, and it was very clear that the mission would be over as long as it was completed.

At the same time, the previous mission did not fail again, indicating that the two were parallel.

So what I need to do is to follow the mission instructions and find a way to escape from the incinerator?

In this way, the nature of these detailed mission instructions has changed.

They are not here to help you, but to kill you.

It's like a spike hanging above your head. As long as you can't complete it, your sanity will be lost.

The statement that the san value returns to zero is also quite shocking.

At a glance, it looks like a fight to the death.

I don’t know if I really lose all my san points by then, will I fail the automatic mission and return home to live out my life as an idiot, or will I still be stuck here with no way out and become a disabled person.

"Why don't you speak?"

Medea didn't say anything before seeing him, and Medea obviously thought she had guessed correctly.

The next moment, her expression suddenly relaxed, and she came forward and tilted her head to look at Fu Qian, with a smile like a spring breeze blowing on her face.

"Actually, the teacher is very happy that you can come to him."

"Although you are relatively silent, the teacher has always paid attention to you."

"Am I usually silent?"

The faint body fragrance hit his nostrils, and Fu Qian did not dodge, but asked back with a smile on his face.

"Yeah, I feel like you don't get along well with other people. You rarely talk. Many people say you are withdrawn."

"But in my opinion, you are one of the most special students I have ever taught. You are not very close to your classmates, just because your personality is too mature and you lack a common language."

While speaking, Medea's face was almost close to Fu Qian's ear, and the dazzling whiteness on her chest was even closer.

"So when other teachers suggested providing you with some psychological counseling, I decisively rejected it."

"You don't need that at all, do you?"

This one blew directly into Fu Qian's ear.

Of course, students of this age obviously need more physical counseling.

Fu Qian thought to himself, completely understanding what this person wanted to say.

And it's clear that she doesn't mind offering this kind of coaching.

"Yes, I actually have some physical problems now."

Fu Qian said seriously the next moment.

"I seem to be feeling a little uncomfortable. Can I ask for leave and go home first?"

"uncomfortable?"

Upon hearing Fu Qian's first words, Medea's eyes almost sparkled, but this turn of events obviously caught her by surprise.

"It obviously looks good!"

The man looked Fu up and down a few times, then seemed to understand something, chuckled and shook his head.

"It's not good to lie, and the teacher has to teach, so it's not convenient to go out now!"

"That's such a shame."

There was regret in his words before paying, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Don't rush."

Medea gave her an extremely seductive look.

"And you don't have to worry about what happened just now."

"Although Daniel has a more impulsive personality, I guarantee that he was just frightened and will never cause trouble for you because of what just happened."

"If you say that, I feel relieved."

Fu Qian nodded, his expression still unchanged.

whee!

As if she thought Fu Qian was unhappy or unwilling to bow in this subtle competition, Medea just smiled lightly and didn't say much.

"That's good, you go back first."

When saying this, this person even licked his lips, feeling a little reluctant to leave.

"good."

Fu Qian responded again and stood up without saying anything.

"Wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, as he was about to leave, Medea called out to him again and signaled to wait.

Then the man hurriedly took two steps forward and opened one of the desk drawers - not the locked one.

This guy actually took out a polaroid camera from another drawer.

"Can I take a picture of you?"

The man waved his hand and looked at Fu Qian with a smile.

"Please."

He waved his hands generously before paying, and even adjusted his posture.

"May I know what you want to do with it?"

"cannot."

Medea smiled playfully.

"It's a secret."

While speaking, this person pressed the camera shutter.

The white photo paper was spit out immediately, and this person carefully took it off and looked at the gradually emerging portrait, feeling very satisfied.

The next moment, Medea turned slightly sideways, quietly blocking Fu Qian's sight, took out a shiny key, and inserted it into the only locked drawer.

If I read it correctly, this person should have taken it out when he was looking for the camera just now. It was from the shoe under the table.

Fu Qian shook his head, once again glad that he had mastered an additional skill.

But at this moment, it was obvious that trouble was coming.

After opening the drawer, I didn't lock it again, and it was impossible for this person not to notice it.

Sure enough, Medea's movements froze in the next moment.

After a few seconds, the man slowly turned around and stared at Fu Qian with a strange expression.

"Have you seen everything inside?"

"yes."

Nod honestly before paying.

"It's really...it seems like I'm in really bad shape lately."

Medea lowered her head and rubbed the key in her hand.

"Even forgetting to lock it happens."

Right? Your reaction is a bit strange!

He sneaked into the office mysteriously, and then the secret drawer was opened. No matter how you look at it, you are the most suspicious, right?

Why did this person’s first reaction be that she forgot to lock it, and why was she so sure of it?

Medea's words made Fu Qian full of doubts.

"Why didn't I open it?"

If you don’t understand something, just ask, and don’t hesitate to ask questions before paying.

"You opened it? How is that possible?"

Medea smiled hoarsely, then shook her head.

"First of all, I put the key myself. I know very well whether anyone has touched it."

"And without the key, how could this drawer be opened?"

"Why can't it be opened?"

Listening to this person's extremely absolute tone, Fu Qian suddenly felt an ominous premonition.

"What's the reason? It just can't be opened!"

Medea looked at him doubtfully.

"Isn't the prompt very clear?"

…

hiss!

As soon as Medea said this, she took another deep breath before paying.

This incinerator is worse than previously thought!

It's not just me.

Everyone seems to see the prompt and seems to regard it as normal.

What kind of world is this? It’s really mind-blowing.

"Is the hint necessarily correct?"

Ask again calmly before paying.

"Are you kidding? How could the prompt be wrong?"

Medea opened her mouth wide, as if Fu Qian was asking why the water flowed downwards.