Doomsday Game

The dormitories in the base are simple and clean, with two beds in one room.

Lin Yue and Feng Mo sat on their respective beds, fiddling with their mobile phones and playing games together. They didn't talk about anything except what they had to say.

Before, Feng Mo was able to say a few words when Lin Yue was not being monitored, but now, both of them have bracelets, and Feng Mo didn't know whether he was being monitored, so he didn't dare to speak at all.

In fact, there is no obstacle.

Both of them can probably guess what the other is thinking, and they can also have some simple communication through the game.

Lin Yue was skeptical of everything Song Jinmin said.

He didn't believe a single word of what Song Jinmin said.

Lin Yue also believed that Song Jinmin's bloodline [Intelligent Brain Protection] could be forged through the abilities of other reincarnations. It cannot prove that Song Jinmin can really control BUG.

Just imagine, if Song Jinmin could really "hack" into the system of the reincarnation world, why would he bother to find so many reincarnations to protect himself?

As for Song Jinmin's purpose of taking back the head of Osawa Huimei, Lin Yue could also guess.

It should be that there are some secrets of Song Jinmin left in Osawa Emi's brain, which Yulia collected, and there may be some particularly important content.

Song Jinmin was worried that Lin Yue would know those secrets, so he simply took away Emi Osawa's head and destroyed it, completely cutting off any information leakage from this angle.

Lin Yue was very interested in the information Yulia had obtained, but since Song Jinmin was on guard, he was about to leave immediately, and Lin Yue had no choice.

And what big secret can Song Jinmin have?

That secret probably has something to do with the Guardian.

Lin Yue had a brief exchange with Feng Mo using game props, and Feng Mo was also very curious about the origin of that guardian Zheng He.

When talking about this topic, there is nothing to avoid monitoring, so Feng Mo directly said with a smile:

"It's rare to meet a person with the same identity as me. I'm very happy. If there is a chance, I will definitely have a good chat with Brother Zheng He."

From Feng Mo's expression, what Lin Yue saw was a kind of tenderness from the heart, shining with that kind of tenderness that only family affection can bring to people.

That expression made Lin Yue feel dazed for a while.

He was silent for a few seconds and asked:

"Do you really regard him as a relative?"

Feng Mo smiled mysteriously:

"you guess?"

Lin Yue looked away from Feng Mo:

"...too lazy to guess."

He couldn't figure out Feng Mo's thoughts.

But since he smiled so mysteriously, Lin Yue felt that he probably had some crooked idea again.

Treating a stranger as a relative is obviously not in line with Feng Mo's character.

Lin Yue thought about it, and there was still one thing he was interested in:

"What are Zheng He's abilities and blood? Is his card really a data analysis?"

Obviously, Feng Mo didn't want to talk too much about his feelings for Zheng He. Seeing that Lin Yue changed the topic, he was happy and relaxed, and answered while playing the game:

"The ability is indeed called [Eye of Truth], and the card is indeed [Data Analysis]. There is no bloodline, and it may be hidden in some way. The main ability of [Eye of Truth] is to be able to see through all lies. Just to restrain Song Jinmin's supernatural ability [Hypocritical Mask], it seems that he will not be deceived by Song Jinmin."

Lin Yue nodded and said nothing more.

Moreover, compared to communicating with Lin Yue, Feng Mo is obviously more focused on building a house in the game.

Feng Mo built the house mysteriously, he refused to tell Lin Yue the coordinates, and he refused to say what he was building. The map of this kind of sandbox game is too big, and Lin Yue couldn't find it even if he wanted to. I didn't even bother to ask.

Lin Yue checked the remaining charging treasure in the space ring, and reminded Feng Mo:

"There are only three charging treasures, is that enough for you?"

Feng Mo didn't take his eyes off the screen, and tapped the screen with his fingers quickly:

"That's enough, and I'm getting better soon, throw me another charging treasure."

Lin Yue silently handed him a new power bank.

Seeing that Feng Mo was in such a good mood and still interested in playing games, Lin Yue rubbed his greasy hair, said hello to Feng Mo, and went to take a shower in the bathroom of the base.

Anyway, with a space ring with him, even when he is not wearing clothes, he can draw out a bunch of things to attack or defend at any time, nothing to be afraid of.

Moreover, only by communicating with the reincarnations here can we get more information.

……

The underground refuge room.

A quilt was spread on the concrete floor of the bedroom.

Lin Yangyang, Zhong Ling, and Jiang Shuihan sat on the quilt, each holding a handful of poker cards.

The expressions of the three are different.

Zhong Ling had a serious expression, staring at his cards intently, as if he wanted to punch a hole in them.

Lin Yangyang's big eyes fluttered, and there was an unconcealable smile at the corner of his mouth.

Jiang Shuihan yawned again and again, half-closed his eyes, and changed his sitting position several times, just to find a more serving posture.

The three were fighting the landlord.

After all, it's boring to hide in the ground, and I have to find something to do. In this situation, the most suitable activity for three people is fighting the landlord.

Simply playing cards is of course meaningless, so the three of them set up a bet - whoever loses will cut their hair one centimeter shorter.

The reason for this bet came from a few arguments between the three.

Zhong Ling thinks that long hair is useless in the environment of the reincarnation world, and it is difficult to wash and maintain it, and it is easy to become a weakness when fighting...

Lin Yangyang also agrees with Zhong Ling's words, because she hasn't washed her hair for several days, Lin Yangyang is already hesitating whether to cut her long hair shorter, but her job in Elysium City is an artist, if her hair is short, it will affect As for the image, Lin Yangyang felt that there was little hope of terminating the contract, so he still had to take care of the image, and not cut it too short.

While Zhong Ling and Lin Yangyang were discussing how short Lin Yangyang's hair should be, they were chatting, and when they talked about Jiang Shuihan's long hair, they also advised him to cut it shorter.

As a result, Jiang Shuihan refused to die.

There is no particular reason, he just thinks long hair looks good!

Because he couldn't wash his hair for a long time, Jiang Shuihan had braided his hair into small dreadlocks all over his head, as if he was ready to not wash his hair for several months.

Originally, Zhong Ling and Lin Yangyang didn't bother to take care of him anymore, so they didn't plan to persuade him anymore, but Jiang Shui was cold-mouthed and said: "No one in this life has dared to touch my hair. Who can cut my hair? Just call someone daddy."

Zhong Ling and Lin Yangyang showed their fighting spirit.

In order to become Jiang Shuihan's father, they tried their best to provoke him and make him agree to the poker game.

Three boring people, after being bored crazy, started a battle to defend Boring's hair.

After twelve hours, the three of them finally got sleepy from playing.

As for the result... it's obvious.

In the cardboard box next to Lin Yangyang, only the bottom of the box was covered with a layer of hair. Her waist-length hair became back-length hair, and there was basically no big difference.

Zhong Ling's hair, which could have been tied into a short ponytail, has now become a neat short hair.

And Jiang Shuihan, the dreadlocks on his head were shaved to only two or three centimeters.

Jiang Shuihan always felt that his luck was very bad.

But he is quite confident in his Landlord fighting skills!

Unexpectedly, he had accumulated more than 30 years of fighting landlord skills, but he still lost to the luck of two teenage girls.

Jiang Shuihan panicked for a while.

He touched his head with long hair shaved off, and sighed:

"I really convinced you, two fathers, you won."

Lin Yangyang and Zhong Ling laughed, and each of them patted Jiang Shuihan's shoulder, praised him for his more handsome hairstyle now, and told him a bunch of benefits, which made Jiang Shuihan feel a little better.

However, it was still inexplicably boring.

Jiang Shuihan went to the warehouse to get a pack of cigarettes, sat next to the vent of the warehouse, and smoked with a dazed expression on his face.

Smoke billows.

Jiang Shuihan's entire face was faintly visible in the rising white smoke, and his eyes were as dazed and confused as ever.

He never took the initiative to express his thoughts to his teammates, and he muddled through everything and treated it with improvisation.

Jiang Shuihan was often annoyed by his own decadence.

He couldn't remember when he became so unmotivated.

Jiang Shuihan knows that he has a loose temper, but...has he been so loose to the point he is now?

He seems to be getting more and more used to being protected and taken care of by his teammates. At first he wanted to work hard to become stronger, but since he got the power, he felt that the power was too useless to save the world, so he didn't bother to continue working hard.

It felt like something was wrong, and he couldn't figure it out...

Is it because the underground is too closed, so it is easy to think wildly?

Or is it because of the side effects of the [Darkness Devouring] ability?

Jiang Shuihan rubbed his temples, and the more he thought about it, the more annoying he became.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shuihan suddenly wanted to go out for a stroll.

He stubbed out his cigarette and pushed open the warehouse door.

The two little girls in the bedroom seemed to be in a good mood. They had already made their beds and were going to sleep.

Jiang Shuihan greeted:

"It's too stuffy here, I'm going out to get some air."

Lin Yangyang and Zhong Ling were originally lying on the bed with satisfied faces, but when they heard Jiang Shuihan's words, they were both taken aback, but they didn't ask any further questions.

Lin Yangyang told him to be careful not to be found in their shelter, Jiang Shuihan waved his hand to show that he understood.

Climbing up the long stairs, Jiang Shuihan carefully listened to the movements around the exit, and only after making sure that no one was there, he got out of the ground.

The time on the ground is now midnight.

There were bursts of fighting sounds from the street in the distance, but the sound did not stimulate Jiang Shuihan's nerves at all, he only felt irritable——

These people fight and kill every day, are they tired of it?

He found an eleven-story building nearby, and Jiang Shuihan climbed onto the terrace, squinting at the moonlight.

I don't know if he was sleepy, but his eyelids started to fight, the moonlight became more and more blurred in front of his eyes, and the sound of fighting in the distance could hardly be heard.

When he was in a daze and his spirit was extremely low, suddenly, an inexplicable impulse rose from Jiang Shuihan's heart——

What would happen if a reincarnation with 100 fighting power jumped from an eleven-story building?Will it also fall to death?Will the limbs be twisted like twists?

When this thought came into being, Jiang Shuihan's feet had already stepped out of the terrace!

When he felt his body fall out, Jiang Shuihan also felt that his mind suddenly cleared up a lot.

Something is wrong!

He didn't want to kill himself at all!