Help, I've become a paper man

The night fell completely, and two figures shuttled through the forest. The thin figure was in front, and the nimble one was behind. During the chase, the figure in front jumped and threw weapons back from time to time. The one behind dodged and chased, but had not yet launched an effective counterattack, just chasing closely. The two did not go down the mountain, but kept going up, running in the forest, towards the direction of the temple.

The distance that was originally visible to the naked eye remained a shadow for more than ten minutes and could not be reached.

The one chasing behind was naturally Song Yi. Although the opponent was the first to attack, if Song Yi were to explain it, he could probably understand it. The opponent was like an assassin in the game, throwing darts all the time, so it was normal for him not to want to be approached. After all, few shooters would take the initiative to get close to the opponent when entering a battle.

He was in a dilemma during the pursuit. He wanted to say that he didn't want to use the gun because he didn't want to deepen the conflict and let the two sides fall into a life-and-death struggle. But the fact was that his performance in moving targets was too poor. He could scare the opponent by pretending to fight in close combat, but he would expose his weakness if he used the gun. As for running away... wouldn't that give the opponent a chance to counterattack?

However, his pursuit was not high-intensity and was more interesting than the training in the past few days, but after it lasted for a long time, Song Yi also felt bored. Once he got used to it, the most idle part was his mouth.

Song Yi chased him and shouted, "Sir, spare my life!"

After the third shout, the man couldn't help himself and answered in the same loud voice: "You are chasing me!"

It was a female voice with a hint of sweetness. Even though it was an angry shout, it was difficult to eliminate the cuteness in it. It was obviously a young woman.

When Song Yi heard this, he replied even louder, "If I don't chase you, you'll treat me as a fixed target!"

Even so, both sides expressed concessions in their words, and the current situation of the chase did not change for the time being. The speed of each other's running slowed down significantly. Half a minute later, Song Yi couldn't help but mutter and said:

"You don't have cough syrup, but you have darts!"

The inexplicable words made the other party stop suddenly. She twisted her body, and when her right foot landed on the ground, she turned around and came directly towards Song Yi. The distance between them was not far, and her movements were so swift that Song Yi could not react in time and he was still moving forward subconsciously.

The metal light lit up again, instantly pointing to Song Yi's heart. Even if he tried his best to deal with it, Song Yi only had time to stop and didn't hit him directly. At the same time, he used his ability to aim the gun at the other's neck. The two of them barely held each other, and for a while they didn't move. Under the strange height difference, the gun and the dagger both found their targets.

This life-and-death battle stopped here. The scene was not heroic or beautiful. What was rare was the impact of the collision between cold and hot weapons. That bit of beauty also made Song Yi shut his mouth and refrain from complaining about the embarrassment of the confrontation between the two.

It is not easy to point a gun at other places, and it is not easy to point a sword at other places.

Song Yi was even more speechless. The girl in front of him was thin and small, wrapped in black clothes. She looked like an assassin in a movie or TV show, but judging by her figure, she looked more like a malnourished teenager, or perhaps even younger. Even half of her face was covered by a mask, leaving only a pair of bright eyes, which were full of vigilance and precaution.

The stalemate between the two did not last long. They looked at each other and spoke at the same time.

She asked, "Who are you?"

He said, "Triumph?"

In the new silence, the two men slowly moved their weapons away, the sword tips left Song Yi's chest, he put away his gun first, and the girl also stepped back, after moving a certain distance, she jumped and hid in the woods, leaving only the swaying shadows of the trees. Her petite body became an advantage at this time, and when she did not actively attack, she had to concentrate on hiding, making it difficult for people to tell where she was.

Song Yi suppressed the urge to curse Noah's Ark and continued to move towards the temple at a fast pace. After walking for a while, he caught sight of the girl again.

There was no obvious conflict. They both realized that the other's destination was here. The walking gradually turned into a race. Both sides gradually quickened their pace. They entered the temple one after another. It was obvious that the girl was more sober. Her figure flashed in front of the mountain gate and disappeared.

Song Yi followed behind, observing intentionally, but he was unable to find the other party for a while. It was obvious that places with buildings made it easier for the other party to hide.

This was not the current problem. He had no intention of becoming an enemy, so he shifted his focus to exploring the temple. It was quiet, simple, and majestic... Perhaps "dare not afraid to be majestic" was more appropriate. Whether it was the stone road or the house, there was a thick layer of dust. No matter how much he deceived himself, Song Yi had to admit that anyone who arrived here could tell at a glance that no one had visited this temple for a long time.

Looking for clues in the dust was no less than torture. Fortunately, he was a paid user and was fully equipped. He took out two dust masks, put one on himself, and placed the other on the ground in front of the hall. He shouted a few words to explain the situation, then turned and walked in.

Just one glance and Song Yi took a deep breath. The situation inside the hall was even more difficult to describe. It was more like a scene after being looted. Not even a statue was left. Only emptiness and desolation were left.

He walked around, took out a wet wipe from the space, and wiped a few walls intermittently. He stopped and carefully wiped out an area, which was only the size of his head, and then stopped. There was no need to try again. Song Yi made an absurd discovery. Not only the statues, but there were uneven grooves on the walls here. They were not the direction of the murals, but the traces of human carving. The original speculation of "looting" was crossed out, and more doubts surfaced.

Song Yi stepped out and breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the mask taken away at the door. He looked around and didn't see any footsteps on the dusty ground, so he raised his voice and asked, "Hello, hello, are you still here?"

The next moment, a voice sounded behind her ear, and the girl asked back.

"what's up?"

He turned sideways to look, and saw the girl standing by the door, looking up at him slightly. She still had the metal mask on her face, but she wore the mask on top of her head to cover her hair.

Song Yi was startled for a moment, then he remembered his hair. He threw away the wet wipe in his hand and just raised his hand to check when the girl's voice rang again.

She said, "I suggest you don't touch it."

He looked over and met the girl's slightly curved eyes. He heard the girl say again: "Your hands are wet and your hair is covered with dust. It will only make things dirtier."

Song Yi was speechless after hearing these clear and coherent words. He had no choice but to slowly put down his hand. After a few seconds, he regained his voice and took the initiative to say, "Have you found any clues? Can we cooperate in this copy?"

The girl raised an eyebrow and asked again, "Who are you?"

Song Yi suddenly had an idea and replied, "I am 072."

The air fell silent again. He was originally unsure whether players would report their numbers when they met, but he just thought it was cool, and his brain was slower than his body, so he said it first.

After a few seconds, he added nonchalantly, "You can call me Song Yi."

The girl's distant gaze moved back and fell on him again. She raised her index finger to her lips and said, "Shh."

Then, under Song Yi's gaze, she listened attentively, and walked slowly into the hall without leaving any trace, approaching the area where Song Yi had explored before. It was not that Song Yi did not want to follow. As soon as he could not take a step, the girl immediately turned around and frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the sound of his footsteps. So, Song Yi stood outside the hall, watching the girl slowly moving forward with a clear gaze towards a place. There was a light color left in the dirt on the wall, which was the scratch left by Song Yi at the beginning.

The girl turned around and said to Song Yi, "Come here."

After getting the admission permit, Song Yi immediately entered, walked over and asked, "I'm here, what's up?"

He was very self-aware. If the heroine had no business asking him to do something, she would not have called him in.

She pointed at the place where the ground and the wall met and said, "Smash it open."