[Comprehensive] Open your mouth and take medicine!

"What are you most afraid of?"

"Can you stop talking about this if it's so dark?"

"Oh, you are afraid of ghosts."

"...Where did you infer that from?"

This road is a bit dark. After my eyes gradually adapted to the light, I was more sure about one thing. It wasn't the original lunatic. He was definitely dead. I shot him in the spine and he was sentenced to death. , and an active criminal—no, maybe he was just an accomplice in the previous incident?But this style of handling is indeed subtly different from before. If it was before, then there must be at least one trap on this road... But I can't move now. Let's digress—I'm worried that Ginoza is the chosen "lamb"—according to the world view of this world, it's not enough to just take him away from here.

I also have to pay attention to his psychological index.However, I can't chat with him too much about this game. The psychological index is contagious. It doesn't mean that he is not resistant to stress, but the planner of this game is definitely capable of breaking down the game within twelve hours. I'm him, or we're both crushed together.

Not only can’t talk to him about anything, but I have to try my best to distract him from other things—in this case, he must completely trust my judgment and follow the decision I made— —Maybe after another three to four levels, that guy will put up a pit that people have to look into even if they know it's a trap.

Thinking like this puts a lot of psychological pressure on me—I can’t be taken over by him, I have to be calm, I have to be calm, “Do you remember how long you have been here?”

"The only thing I can use to determine the time is this timer." He replied, I don't know if it's because of the state of the problem, it's a bit buzzing when I listen to him, and it sounds impractical, "And... I rest."

If you don't know the time, even if you hope that others will find you missing and find it, it will be a little difficult, and it will be even more unlucky to rest... Xiao Zhu should be with the uncle and the others. With that child's understanding personality, he probably won't disturb his rest day Bar.

So you can only rely on yourself, "If you feel tired, you can stop and rest for 5 minutes. Also, did you eat when you were brought out? Do you feel hungry now?" Habit is the standard, and hunger will start to appear in about five to six hours.

"I've eaten, I'm fine." He replied.

"Now is not the time to hold on."

"It doesn't matter."

...Why are you so stubborn, brat? I'll go.

Forget it, let him go.

"Can you tell me about you?" I lay on his back, feeling that I only had one head left, and I couldn't feel anything else. It's very bad to go on like this, and I don't know what that guy will use There are many ways to achieve the "Brahman and Kshatriya" in the rules of the game. There are many ways to split a team. We are a team composed of half-way monks.

Generally in this situation, exchanging names is a way to gain the trust of the other party, saying: "I will not hurt you." But as the pressure increases, people's thinking will become quick, suspicious, and Becoming irritable, even manic and reckless - what can I do to avoid falling into this trap?

What about Ginoza?Does he dare to give his life to me?

My head hurts.

"I have nothing to say." He replied to me.

"I understand, but you must be thinking in your heart 'this woman might be a social scum of potential criminals, don't talk to her.'" I rolled my eyes, "Hey, Mr. Ginoza, you scoundrel, you really It is discriminating against me QAQ."

"..."

"Hey, hey, if you don't chat with people, people will be scared QAQ." The tone here is a little bit stupid...

"..."

"I'm really a person who is not liked by others, I really want to become a floating cloud in the sky, when a little wind blows..." This is a little more brain-dead, it seems that my behavior has finally caused waves of goosebumps Pimple, he finally said, "What do you want to know?"

"You can say whatever you want. Anyway, chatting is just talking about what you have to say."

"How do you know the answer is 'God'?"

"Ah, Mr. Ginoza, have you ever seen the sea?"

"Don't change the subject!" He frowned again.

"Do you grow clivia and mint? Mint can be used to make tea to refresh the mind. In fact, you can consider planting some jasmine or something. The scent smells very relaxing..."

"..."

"Do you like to read books? I recommend you to read more Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales and Grimm's fairy tales, and keep your childlike innocence..."

"..."

"Are there any girls who work around you who like you to send you love letters or express their love in secret? Share with me gossip entertainment."

"..."

"Don't keep silent."

"Don't make it like a spring outing, okay..." When he spoke, I could hear the helplessness in his voice, which was as strong as coffee without sugar and milk, as if I would go straight to paralysis if I continued. The feeling of powerlessness when he fell to the ground—well, he was thinking too seriously, and he was very logical. It's normal for him to be unable to pick up this kind of jumping-off topic.

"I really don't understand you," he complained.

If you can figure it out, you are also mentally handicapped.I thought like this, "Say something, it will be very depressing if you can't hear the voice." Brother, I am doing it for your own good, since our Mr. "James* Wen" has made a division of labor like "You don't need to think". There are his intentions in it, and based on the situation I am analyzing now, I also think it would be better for you to think less about these things-he may shake the foundation of your thinking and make you doubt the decisions you made, and even Doubting your own values...

This is a very dangerous thing.

I felt him stop, "What's wrong?" I asked him.

"In front, there is an operation platform." He said concisely, and I stopped him, "Wait a minute, is there any mechanism or something in front of the operation platform? Pay attention to whether there is anything similar to a fishing line at the entrance of the passage." It's a small circular chamber—a structure like a tomb.

There was a burst of ominousness.

As if he had experienced some kind of ideological struggle, he put me aside, touched the wall and approached the operating table, because the explosive device on his neck was connected to the one in my hand, and he couldn't walk too far.

"Be careful with the holographic projection, and pay attention to your feet when you walk forward. It's best to try it with your hands first."

He seemed to have touched something, stepped over carefully, carried me over the barrier and moved me into the small room, and continued to walk towards the operating table shrouded in light beams, "When you move forward, you must continue to treat yourself as if you were still there. In the dark, you cannot let your guard down because of the light." I said lying on the ground.

He didn't reply to my words, but carefully repeated the method of exploring the way, and got me all the way to the front of the operating table, and took a few breaths.

This is actually a waste of energy, "I sincerely suggest you take a break."

After an awkward silence, I heard him read: "The Little Mermaid's grandmother told her that when you were sixteen you could decorate your tail with oysters and lilies and float to the surface, and she did, because She did this, she lost her tail, her life, and the grandmother cried and blinded her eyes." He paused, "She sings in heaven, if bad children make her cry, she will add a hundred years of pain." When After he finished reading, two doors opened, one on the left and the other on the right.

One is covered with glass slag and steel nails, and the other is wide and bright.

It's an alternative.