midnight ten

Tang Lin woke up from being spied on.

When watching Demos spying on others before, although the person being spied didn't show much abnormality, after all, he was "inwardly spied on", and he always thought that there would be some discomfort and resistance.

But in fact, I feel nothing.

It was like he fell asleep, and the whole process was quiet, empty, and peaceful.

However, when his sanity gradually recovered and his vision became clear again, he could still somewhat feel that the "journey of being spied on" was a bit long.

Demus was still standing before him.

But did not look at him.

The gatekeeper's eyes are cast on the camp of passers behind, and the meaning is not good.

Tang Lin looked back in confusion, and followed Demos to look back, but there was nothing unusual in the passer camp. If I had to say it, there were a dozen passers, all with the same blank face.

Obviously he was spying on himself, why did Demos, who woke up first, look at other people?

Tang Lin couldn't figure it out, so he asked the gatekeeper directly, and the risk factor was too high, so he decided to make a side attack with the clearer camp first.

"That," he asked politely to his partners in the clearer camp, "Have I...been absent-minded for a long time?"

Absence is a euphemism for "being spied upon."

After all, the gatekeeper is unclear now, if he is stimulated by too direct words, it is really not worthwhile for Tang Lin who is still in the assessment.

Although it was euphemistic, everyone in the clearer camp understood it tacitly and nodded.

Monk: "Long? That's quite a long time—"

Fifty-five points: "The time you two look at each other is enough to watch a movie."

Whole Wheat: "How much fear do you have in your heart?"

Cong Yue: "Bai Luxie didn't mean that the two of you eloped in the bottom of my heart, which made Boss Fan look very bad."

Tang Rin: "..."

Tang Lin shifted his gaze to Fan Peiyang, and got a depressed face.

Then he silently turned his gaze back to Cong Yue, and stated objectively: "Boss Fan's complexion is not very good now."

"It has nothing to do with me," Bai Luxie lazily swinging one arm, throwing the pot away, "He's upset now because Demus has been staring at him since he finished spying on you."

Tang Lin was surprised: "Why?"

Bai Lu tilted his raised arm slightly, and pointed a finger at Demus like a weathervane: "Ask him. We want to know too."

Tang Lin turned her head back, just as Moss also looked away.

The two people who were facing each other finally met their eyes.

Tang Lin's thoughts suddenly returned to the right track.

He is still under examination.

Seeing his fear, Demos first woke up and then went to look at Fan Peiyang. After contacting each other, the only explanation was that his fear had something to do with Fan Peiyang.

So after all, we still have to go back to the central idea of ​​the assessment.

"What is my fear?" Tang Lin spoke first without waiting for Demos.

In fact, he can probably think of what he is afraid of, and based on the assessment experience observed earlier, his fear may not surprise Demus too much.If he is not surprised, he will be in danger of being "sentenced to death", so he must speak first and try to grasp the initiative in order to gain a greater probability of customs clearance for himself.

He doesn't want to die here.

"Your fear..." Demus spit out these words faintly, a little carelessly.

Because he really doesn't care about Tang Rin's fear at all now, he just wants to show off the heart-abusing memory journey he went through just now, let everyone have a taste, and he can't be the only one who is aggrieved and angry.

But the process of guarding the gate must be followed, especially if all the passers-by ask you directly, if you don't go on to implement it, you won't be able to explain it when you go back.

"Black fur balls," Demos said listlessly, "three."

Tang Rin: "...Huh?"

All passers-by: "...what?"

Demos sighed, feeling inexplicably ashamed about the lines he was about to say: "Your fear is three black hairballs crowded together, right at the bottom of the abyss of your fear."

Tang Lin: "Furball?"

All passers-by: "Crowded together?"

Demos suddenly raised his head, looked at the camp of passers, and casually nodded Shanhu, Cong Yue, and the monk: "You three, lean together."

Xiashanhu, Cong Yue, and Monk were indeed standing next to each other, but they were all at least half a step away from each other. They were suddenly asked to "close together", look at me, look at you, and finally had to make up together in a daze. Into three people shoulder to shoulder.

Demus: "Closer."

The three of them braced themselves and huddled together.

Demos nodded in satisfaction, and looked back at Tang Rin: "It's just crowded together, and when I try to catch them, they still run away."

Xiashanhu, Cong Yue, and the monk: "...Run?"

Demos: "This one doesn't need to be acted!"

Tang Lin couldn't hold back, the corners of his mouth curled up, thinking that there were three black fur balls living in his heart, he was still... quite cute.

"If I were you, I wouldn't be able to laugh," Deimos' voice sank, like the croon of a midnight ghost, dark and dangerous, "Your fear is the most common and clichéd kind I've seen here I've seen it countless times, and I'm going to throw up. A hundred people with such fear may not be able to pass a level with me..."

"Afraid of death," Tang Lin grabbed his words, "I'm very afraid of death, right?"

Demus was a little surprised.

Tang Lin's fear is not like that of Fan Peiyang, who was born with books with clear names and surnames. No matter how cute the furball monster is-of course he reserves his opinion on this adjective-in essence, it is also a fear monster.

And the fear of such a monster form is almost difficult to be clearly recognized by people.To put it bluntly, it’s all subconscious fears. For example, Cui Zhan is worried about his parents, and he is half-five out of fear. The monk is afraid of being single, and he suddenly realized it only after being dug out by him.

Even he, the snoop, had to catch the hairball monster before he knew what was inside.

Tang Lin's "self-awareness", like Fan Peiyang's "exotic bookshelf", is extremely rare.

"It seems that I guessed it right." Tang Lin read the answer from Demos' expression.

Demos calmed down and sensed Tang Rin's "fear fluctuations", which was the only criterion for a passer to pass the level or be sentenced to death.

Very peaceful.

There are hardly any fluctuations.

Demus breathed a sigh of relief.

If Tang Lin's fluctuations exceed the red line, he must execute the death penalty. Then he will eat expired fake dog food all the way, and he will never find a chance to spit it out. He will be injured until next year.

"Yes, fear of death," said Demus. "Two of your only three fears are the fear of death."

Tang Lin smiled, and said clearly: "One is afraid of my own death, and the other..." Looking back at Fan Peiyang, "Is it because he is afraid of his death?"

"True." Demos said, shaking his head, "but I can't understand the second one."

All passers-by: "..."

This kind of obvious question is to make the other party show affection, why ask!

Tang Rin: "Without him, I would have died long ago, so his life is as important as my own."

Demus: "Thank you for not saying 'his life is more important than yours'."

"It's about the same," Tang Lin said naturally, "If I can only choose one of the two, I'm willing to trade my life for him."

All passers-by: "..."

Look, here comes the crit.

but--

Everyone looked at the gatekeeper whose aura around him had dropped sharply. Even if he ate dog food, he didn't need to be so angry. It wasn't anger in the simple sense, but the complex emotion of "sorrow for his misfortune and anger for his incompetence".

In stark contrast, Mr. Fan had just been "confessed".

The shoulders are straightened up, the waist is also straightened up, the little jacket is shaking, and the little hands are put in the pockets. Although all the movements are very slight, they still can't stop the joy and wildness of the soul.

"The third fear," Demos brought the topic back, "you guess again."

Tang Lin hesitated this time.

Apart from being afraid of death, of course he was also worried about many things, but it was indeed a bit vague which one stood out and settled in his heart.

Demus waited, patiently.

But Tang Rin finally gave up: "You can tell me."

It doesn't matter to Demos, it's just a process anyway, everyone said the same: "You are afraid that after you reject Fan Peiyang, you won't even be friends with him."

Tang Lin stood there in a daze, caught off guard by the third fur ball.

All the passers-by were punched in the face, completely dumbfounded.

What is "rejection"?What is "friends don't have to do"?

More than a dozen pairs of eyes focused on Fan Peiyang: "You two are not in love?!"

Mr. Fan was silent for a moment: "Not yet."

Everyone: "..."

Without that, what did they eat before?Friendship pill? !

"But we will talk about it later." Mr. Fan raised his head slightly, his tone firm.

Although this statement is very awkward, everyone really can't refute it. After all, Tang Lin's treatment of Fan Peiyang...

Wait a moment.

The eyes of all the passers-by refocused on Tang Lin.

Tang Lin was still there in a daze.

It doesn't look as calm as Fan Peiyang.

The passers-by can only infer from superficial reactions.

But Demos could directly feel it in his heart—the Tang Lin who said "fear of death" didn't have much emotional ups and downs, because of the third fear, the peak of the fluctuations had reached the dangerous red line.

Tang Lin knew that the situation was not good. Although he didn't react much on the face, he knew the shock in his heart.

He didn't expect that the matter of "rejecting Fan Peiyang" would bring him such a big psychological burden.

In other words, he cared more about his relationship with Fan Peiyang than he thought.

He even followed the third fear, if Fan Peiyang really wanted to break up with him, would he "agree to accept the other person's feelings" in exchange for this person still being by his side.

He didn't dare to think about it any further.

He was afraid of knowing the answer.

Beads of sweat oozed from the tip of Demus' nose like never before.

Because of Tang Lin's fluctuations, it exceeded the red line.

According to the rules, he must immediately announce that the opponent is not passing, and kill him.

But he didn't want to do that at all.

Have sympathy or distress for Tang Lin?

No, not possible.

The only reason why he didn't want to do anything was that he still had a lot of questions to answer, and there were still a bunch of white balls that were about to be smashed into this temple, which would hurt the bastard, wake up the idiot, and make others "passionately abused" like him.

But the process is the iron rule.

Demus narrowed his eyes slightly, and his pupils instantly became extremely black.

Almost everyone felt the murderous intent of the gatekeeper at this moment.

Fan Peiyang rushed out of the clearer camp in one stride.

But just when he wanted to move on, the murderous look in Demos' eyes suddenly disappeared, replaced by extreme astonishment.

On the other side of him, Tang Rin had recovered from the shock, and his gaze regained his composure.

Onlookers were unaware of the unpredictable undercurrent between the two.

But Demos knew that at the moment he wanted to do something, Tang Lin's fluctuations suddenly dropped back to the safe zone.

This process is somewhat similar to the five-five-five-point fear fluctuations before, but it is fundamentally different.

Because the fluctuation of [-]% is only close to the dangerous value. To this extent, it is difficult to calm down the fluctuation, but it is not impossible, so [-]% has been done.

But the peak of Tang Lin's mood swings has far exceeded the red line, which means "complete loss of emotional control, or even collapse" for any passer-by.At this point, it takes a lot of willpower to bring back the mentality.

Demos didn't know how Tang Lin did it.

But according to the rule notes, as long as he didn't do anything and the passer-by meets the safety standards again, the latest situation shall prevail.

Demus liked this note.

Looking at each other again, Demos realized that Tang Lin's eyes were a little more determined and cold than before.

This changed his whole aura.

If the previous aura is called "communication".

The current aura should be "fighting".

Demus was amazed at the change.

Tang Rin's toughness was beyond his imagination.

"I think I know your criteria for judging," Tang Lin fixedly looked at the gatekeeper, directly and sharply, "It's not about whether we are happy or not, it's about our mood swings when we are facing fear..."

"You spread out the fears that you have worked so hard to dig out one by one in public, humiliate the person being spied on as much as possible, and make him excited, but you will kill anyone who has violent mood swings..."

The more Tang Lin spoke, the colder his voice became, every word was like a knife, tearing through the hypocrisy of the gatekeeper.

"I've been thinking about it before, you and Tyre both must mention 'assessment', and what Tyre assesses is our use of the stationery tree, what are you assessing..."

"It's 'face the fear in your heart'." Tang Lin paused and slowed down his speech, but the pressure was even more compelling. "In fact, it doesn't matter if fear is clichéd or good or evil. The secret to clearing this level is actually just one sentence. "It's okay to have fear, but don't let fear control you."

In the temple, it was so quiet that not even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Like a series of attacks, the clearer camp can't wait to applaud Tang Lin.

It was such a joy.

That's the way to slap him in the face, let Demos, who has been arrogant all night, know that his little tricks are not enough!

But no matter how ups and downs their hearts were, everyone still held their breath, keeping a low profile.

Because Demos's anger value is definitely rising rapidly, and whoever takes the lead at this time will...

"wrong."

The gatekeeper almost murmured, interrupting the thoughts of the clearance camp and disrupting the atmosphere that was tense to the limit a second ago.

"You shouldn't be such a person," Demos looked at Tang Lin with some hurt, "You are so gentle in your heart."

All passers-by: "..."

Why do you have to look hurt?What happened to the long "snooping tour"!

Bai Luxie: "Look, I'll just say that the two of them have something to do."

"..." Mr. Fan, who had just returned to the clearer camp, wanted to get out of the gate again.

The onlookers were confused, Tang Lin was even more confused, and his tone was less cold and more relaxed: "I... gentle? Aren't you spying on fear?"

Who will be gentle like water in fear?

Demos finally waited for the part of his mind: "I not only looked at your fear, but also looked at your memory."

Tang Lin's heartstrings were inexplicably tense because of this word: "Memory?"

Demos glanced at Fan Peiyang in a vague way: "To be exact, it's part of your sealed memory."

Tang Lin and Fan Peiyang looked at each other at the same time.

Is it really that memory?It was not erased by the stationery tree, but sealed in the bottom of my heart by the stationery tree?

"Look what he's doing!" Demus was short of breath again.

"Okay," Tang Lin turned around with a good temper, "Look at you."

Demos took a deep breath and asked, "Do you want to know what is in your sealed memory?"

Tang Lin didn't expect that Demos would really announce it.

Those memories are nothing more than the relationship between him and Fan Peiyang. If he really wants to know so much, he can just ask Fan Peiyang directly.

But he hasn't asked until now, because "knowing the past ≠ rekindling feelings", once he asked, Fan Peiyang also said, and then, how will he end up?

Therefore, the most beneficial thing for team unity at present is to maintain the status quo.

"Actually, I don't really think so." Tang Lin deliberately made himself ignore Fan Peiyang's scorching gaze behind him, and only answered Demos cautiously and sincerely.

Demus nodded: "Okay, I'll tell you everything."

Tang Rin: "..."

The author has something to say: Tang Lin: Don't say it, don't say it... Hey, it smells so good.

Fan Peiyang: Go ahead, go ahead... Get lost, shut up.