Kuaiwen: Trust me! The boss is very gentle

When the sun rises and sets, the flow of time in the dungeon is different from that outside the dungeon, and it is also different from the real world.

It was another night, Junque's face was slightly red and he was ready to carry Yan Jiang Zhou to the bed. But Yan Jiang Zhou raised his hand to stop him.

"I want to go somewhere else tonight, would you like to go with me?"

Without the cover of being an administrator, Yan Jiang Zhou was just an ordinary doctor in Junque's eyes. He seemed to regard the strange humanoid creature's concession last night as a coincidence, and the difference Yan Jiang Zhou knew as a coincidence. A joke that happened to be correct.

Anyway, during this period of time, in his heart, Yan Jiang Zhou was just a victim who was sick and still wanted to participate in this inhumane killing game, a poor girl.

"No, it's dangerous outside."

Their status seemed to be reversed. He was the one who asked for Yan Jiangzhou's consent before.

There seemed to be a vague smile in Yan Jiang Zhou's eyes, and her slender hands gently touched Junque's lower abdomen. Through a layer of clothing, you can still feel the unobvious abdominal muscles.

But Yan Jiangzhou's hand did not stop here. Before Junque could react, Yushou crawled forward, passing by the undulating chest muscles, until he stopped at the distinct collarbone and warm neck.

"Haha, silly boy." The gentle voice sounded in Junque's ears, as sticky as a whisper, "When do I need your consent to do things? Without the skin of an administrator, you can do whatever you want. ?”

A drop of cold sweat slowly slipped from Junque's forehead. He wanted to grab Yan Jiangzhou's hand, but was stopped by his remaining reason.

"Do not……"

A seemingly non-threatening hand grasped his neck, like a knife to his throat.

"Very good," Yan Jiang Zhou retracted his hand slowly. Yan Jiang Zhou's expression did not change at all. He was still gentle and gentle, smiling calmly. "Then let's go. Sorry, I have to go to the archives."

"Okay, I hate my sister."

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The crunching sound of the wheelchair crushing withered grass was particularly obvious in the dark night, like bones being crushed, emitting bursts of blood-curdling whines.

Taking advantage of the evening breeze, the smell of blood was strong and pungent.

Junque held the handle of the wheelchair and walked leisurely in the dark world where he couldn't see his fingers. Yanjiang didn't say much during the day and flowed quietly in the wind.

When they arrived at the archives room, Yan Jiangzhou pushed the wheelchair in alone. Junque stood guard outside the door, his body a little cold, and he poked his head into the archives room worriedly from time to time.

Needless to say, the darkness inside the archives room was of course more of a smell of damp paper than outside.

The shelves are filled with neat files, and the classification is very regular. They are arranged in alphabetical order by the name, which is clear at a glance.

Raising his hand to pick up the files on the first shelf, Yan Jiangzhou started reading.

She seemed to be looking for something with purpose. She read a column very quickly, and then continued reading down without getting tired of it.

Until the third row, which is the file rack starting with the letter C.

As before, he was about to take out the small stack of files, but Yan Jiang Zhou's hand stopped. She didn't know why there was a smile on her lips, and the fingers that touched the file also rubbed it.

It seems that I found what I wanted, but it seems that I didn't find it, and I just gave up looking for it.

"Okay Junque, let's go back."

"Ah."

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The night was so deep that it seemed like there was no moon. Between the file racks in column C, a faint red light flashed on the corner of the files that had been touched, like the pattern of a flower from the other side.

With a smile on his lips, Zhou Jiangyan carelessly touched Shan Hai's ears and slowly said two words: "That's all..."

Shan Hai's ears twitched and he looked at Zhou Jiangyan doubtfully, as if asking him why he gave up the investigation.

"So...hehe, let's leave some little surprises for our old friends."