Survivor 01 [Unlimited]

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【All players please enjoy Lin Xianxian's beautiful day with her】

Ye Fei was extremely calm in his heart. He took a deep breath and slowly opened his eyes.

Unlike the previous few times, the light in the dormitory is no longer cold white, but a dark red that permeates from every corner.

Just like in the loading space before, everything in front of you is filtered by red, which is easy to think of danger, death, blood, and purgatory.

Ye Fei let out a long sigh of relief, closed his eyes, and sat up from the bed.

Zhou Zhengning on the bed opposite him didn't respond at all. He was lying on the bed, except for the slight ups and downs of his body, the rest looked like a dead person.

Ye Fei glanced at him, but his gaze didn't stay on him for long, he got up and pushed open the bedroom door and walked out.

The corridor, the stairwell, and even the sky after walking out of the dormitory were all a shocking dark red.

This is probably a warning from the system to the player. After all, for people other than Ye Fei, this is the last chance. Everyone's life status has dropped to "endangered". Logically speaking, it is already a dead end at this point.

Because under the debuff of the "Endangered" state, even Qin Jing, who is as strong as Qin Jing, will probably lose the ability to move, let alone fight. Sooner or later they will be consumed within the twenty-four hour rule.

Ye Fei walked out of the dormitory building, and she was exposed to the blood-colored night sky.

But before he took a few steps, a hard object suddenly flew behind him and hit him on the head.

The gadget hit Ye Fei accurately and then fell to the ground and bounced twice. It was an eraser.

Ye Fei raised her eyebrows slightly, and raised her eyes to look in the direction where the eraser came from.

He saw that the only lighted window in the female dormitory building next door was opened, and someone was lying by the window, looking at him.

The distance was too far, Ye Fei couldn't see her expression clearly, he could only see that she was trying to hold on to the window frame to stabilize her body, obviously she had no strength left.

"Hello, Ye Fei."

Qin Jing's voice was a little hoarse.

"Yes." Ye Fei responded with a raised voice.

The two stared at each other for a moment in the disturbing red night. In the end, Qin Jing lowered her head and coughed twice, and a hoarse voice came from afar:

"Can I trust you?"

Hearing this, Ye Fei curved her lips and raised a smile.

He raised his hand and gave Qin Jing a thumbs up from a distance:

"Don't worry, Miss Gao, it's okay this time."

…

The campus at night was exceptionally quiet, and even the restless night wind in the past disappeared.

The world is still in red, and Ye Fei is walking alone in the strange world of stagnation, which is almost the only bright color in this oppressive world.

He went straight to the direction of the teaching building.

It is one o'clock past midnight, and there is no other light source on campus except for the street lamps that are always on. The dormitories and the library are all in darkness, except for a window at the end of the third floor of the teaching building that shines brightly.

That is the equipment room on the third floor.

Ye Fei entered the teaching building through the small door on the side. He followed the path he walked through last time, and soon arrived at the door of the equipment room.

When he arrived, the back door to the equipment room was open.

The old and rusty latches were exposed, and the corners of the wooden door frame were bumped and chipped with uneven paint.

It opened slightly, Ye Fei stood in the darkness of the corridor outside the door, a ray of red light leaked from the door crack spread along the ground to his toes, and then along his legs all the way up. There was a red light mark on the face.

Ye Fei narrowed his eyes slightly, he raised his hand and pushed the door open, the old wooden door opened inward with a "squeak", and the situation in the room was slowly revealed in front of his eyes.

Behind the door is still the equipment room with a large pile of tables and chairs.

It's just that, unlike last week's show, Lin Xianxian's desk, which was originally hidden in the corner, is now placed in the center, and there are still large areas of graffiti on the table, and Lin Xianxian is sitting behind that small desk.

She lowered her head, and several black chains were attached to her small body. Those chains grew out of the wall, and the connected locks caught Lin Xianxian's neck and limbs, firmly imprisoning her on that side of the seat.

Behind her are desks and chairs piled up into a hill.

Those desks and chairs were piled up crookedly, and the projections of the legs of the tables and chairs surpassed Lin Xianxian's reflection on the ground, like a monster with teeth and claws.

And when someone pushed the door open, Lin Xianxian raised her head slightly.

Seeing that the person who came was Ye Fei, Lin Xianxian was not too surprised. She just raised her head slightly, moved her neck, and leaned back on the back of the chair.

Ye Fei bent his lips habitually, he randomly pulled a chair from his hand, and sat on it by himself.

His voice is a little low, and his tone is a little gentle, which can always make people subconsciously let go of their guard against him.

he asks:

"Want to talk to me, little girl?"

Lin Xianxian pursed her lips:

"This is the third time you've said that to me, Doctor."

"Yeah, you know, I like to chat."

"I do not like."

Lin Xianxian lowered her voice.

She looked up at Ye Fei, and then looked away:

"But, old rules, you can ask me questions." She paused:

"This time, there is no limit to the number of times."

"Okay, good boy."

Ye Fei relaxed her sitting posture:

"Isn't that NPC Zhang Chenkang?"

"I don't know either." Lin Xianxian tilted her head unconsciously like a small animal in doubt.

"You had guessed before, so you led us to help you kill him, but the outcome of the trial...you have seen it."

Lin Xianxian nodded:

"Yeah, I'm also surprised, obviously he was the one who died, but when he fell to his death, I heard my name was read in the death notice."

"Well, let's pass this question first. Next... How long have you been in this place?"

"It's been a long time, I don't know."

"What are you doing?"

"I remember that I answered a similar question before. This is my world, and the invaders are noisy and troublesome, so I will kill them. Alas, the most annoying thing is that Zhang Chenkang, he is always in various appearing somewhere and not letting me get through the day fully."

"Do you hate it?" Ye Fei's tone rose slightly:

"I thought he was your friend."

"Friend?" Lin Xianxian repeated, then chuckled:

"Just a loud bum."

Hearing this answer, Ye Fei didn't express much.

He only held back his smile, and silently raised his eyes to look at Lin Xianxian.

After a while, he stood up from the chair, walked a few steps forward to Lin Xianxian's desk, put his hand on the top of her hair, and rubbed it comfortingly.

Ye Fei sighed:

"It's hard work, isn't it?"

"What?"

In fact, Lin Xianxian hates being approached and touched by others, but Ye Fei is the only one who accepts it well.

She let Ye Fei mess up her short hair, and she just quietly looked at him with wide deer eyes, looking extremely well-behaved.

"Isn't it very hard for a person to struggle in such a terrible nightmare?"

Ye Fei didn't say it clearly, but when Lin Xianxian heard what he said, she seemed to have suddenly realized something, and her whole body froze slightly.

Ye Fei glanced at her, didn't say anything, just raised his hand and took a metal compass on the shelf next to her.

Ye Fei had thought before that the formation of the world they lived in might have a lot to do with Lin Xianxian, but it was just a guess at the time. And when things developed to this point, he could be sure that the formation of this world probably originated from Lin Xianxian's memories, dreams, or something else.

If a person wants to remember someone or something, it is easiest to write down the impressive features. For example, Ye Fei relied on this very much. Now that he was reminded of his teammates, he could only hear Zhou Zhengning's pudding head and Qin Jing's high ponytail.

This is also evident in Lin Xianxian: the dormitory aunt with curly hair and a bloated figure, the thin female teacher who likes to wear red high-heeled shoes, and the dean with a bald beer belly. As for those identical faceless people in the classroom, they obviously played the role of Lin Xianxian's "classmates". But because Lin Xianxian didn't remember those insignificant guys, he didn't set a specific gender and appearance for them.

These people did not treat Lin Xianxian very well, so in Lin Xianxian's memory, their characteristics were infinitely magnified and turned into ugly and vicious monsters.

Ye Fei picked up a metal compass from the desk at hand.

The compasses were held in the hand and it was ice-cold, reflecting the scarlet light of the room.

Ye Fei habitually turned it around between her fingers:

"What did Xianxian think when she was hurt?"

Lin Xianxian's eyes fell on the compasses in Ye Fei's hand, and she replied with a blank expression:

"Kill everyone you hate."

"But that's not the best way to solve the problem, or you wouldn't be here, is it?"

"I'm trapped here."

Lin Xianxian looked up into Ye Fei's eyes and said emphatically.

Ye Fei also looked at her indifferently, as if he could see her deepest hidden things at a glance.

Ye Fei pursed her lips slightly.

He turned the compass in his hand for the last half turn, and the sharp metal point of the compass was facing himself. In the next second, he stabbed his wrist with it without hesitation.

Ye Fei looked down at the compasses that had sunk into her wrist, and slid it down again expressionlessly.

Blood gushed out, and a few drops splashed on Lin Xianxian's table.

Ye Fei pulled out the compasses, and slapped the hideous wound downward, and the blood that flowed out slapped on the table, and the ticks gathered together, and quickly spread across the table.

The crimson blood gradually covered the vicious curses and graffiti on the table, it covered the sores, hiding them under the color of blood.

"The person who trapped you here is yourself."

Ye Fei's voice was low and her tone was firm.

At the moment when the end of his words fell, a gust of wind swept behind Ye Fei, black mist climbed and spread from the wall, along the chains extending from the wall, slowly wrapped around Lin Xianxian's body.

Ye Fei dropped the compasses, walked around the small table in front of her and walked behind Lin Xianxian.

From this angle, he saw "Zhang Chenkang" suddenly appearing at the door.

Ye Fei has experienced Lin Xianxian's memory. The appearance and behavior of each NPC can be found in her memory. The details are so detailed that even the mental attack he received in the classroom at the end of the second week can be found in the corresponding event. .

But under such a mechanism, the existence of NPC Zhang Chenkang seemed out of place.

If he is also an aborigine in this world, then according to his personality, he will probably be a little monster covered in Ultraman chatter.

But the image of Zhang Chenkang looks like an ordinary kid who is not so ordinary. He is not bound by the "rules" of this world, and he hunts and kills Lin Xianxian day after day in this hunting ground.

But Lin Xianxian is the master of this world, and the uncontrollable factor that can invade her world and stand outside the "rules" can only be herself.

Sure enough, the face of "Zhang Chenkang" became blurred, and after a short blur, it re-condensed, and finally turned into Lin Xianxian's appearance.

Back then, before Ye Fei and Lin Xianxian officially met, the Central Laboratory of State K also invited other doctors to contact her.

They concluded that Lin Xianxian's mental state is different from ordinary people. She has no specific understanding of "killing people", and she doesn't think there is anything wrong with her actions. In her heart, she just dealt with a few things that made her unhappy people.

As for Zhang Chenkang whose innocence was affected, Lin Xianxian only mentioned it lightly, as if he didn't feel guilty about his manslaughter.

She can only remember "evil", but ignores the "good" of those around her.

Therefore, after the creation of this world, all the people and things that represent "maliciousness" in Lin Xianxian's memory have become specific scenes, events and NPCs, but the boy who died innocently in that year has never been named in this world.

But ignoring doesn't mean she can't feel it, it's just that her thoughts are too extreme, and she regards guilt and nostalgia as weakness.

But those weak parts tormented her day after day, so some of the memories and conscience about Zhang Chenkang hidden deep in her heart became an independent "person" without her.

That "she" was punishing herself on behalf of Zhang Chenkang, so she hunted and killed Lin Xianxian in this world over and over again, just to remind herself to face "her".

But probably "she" is self-defeating, so that both parties frantically try to kill each other 10,000 times in this infinite loop of time.

Obsession that cannot be resolved is itself a shackle that confines itself, a hopeless cycle of reincarnation.

"You know, Xianxian."

Ye Fei's tone is gentle:

"The way to make obsession disappear is not killing, but 'reconciliation'."

Ye Fei raised his hand from behind Lin Xianxian to cover her eyes.

Lin Xianxian blinked, and her slender eyelashes swept across his palm.

She sneered:

"Reconcile with those guys?"

"No." Ye Fei leaned down slightly, and leaned into her ear:

"Make peace with yourself."

Lin Xianxian's hands on her knees were slowly clenched, and after a long time, she loosened them slightly.

She meant something, and asked quietly:

"Then, doctor..."

Lin Xianxian paused for a moment.

In these short moments, the pictures in front of Ye Fei collapsed and merged, and then his consciousness gradually blurred. At the end of falling into the abyss, he only heard Lin Xianxian's voice floating in his mind, as if attached to his ears. While whispering, it seemed to come from a far away place:

"Can you... also reconcile with them?"