The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

He Rui's body trembled violently, and black air billowed from the wound.He looked down at Wen Zheliu, the blood overflowing from the corner of his mouth was flowing on his chin, but he was still smiling, ghostly and fanatical.

"You... are fine..." His voice was hoarse, and he said gloomily every word.

The protection mechanism of the alien space was then activated, and the boundless darkness rolled like a tide.They enveloped He Rui, and also ejected Wen Zheliu's body, landing on the ground that had been transformed into the inner world.

——The last thing he saw was He Rui's mad tiger-like pupils that made one's heart chill.

He Qin stood in the only remaining room in the corridor on the sixth floor. He looked at the wide open doors and windows, and felt the star ring in his hand flashing with light and heat.

Wen Zheliu is safe.

He raised his hand and wiped away the remaining blood on his lips. While feeling at ease, he also felt a trace of worry that could not be figured out.

Is he badly hurt?What did He Rui tell him?For those secrets of the past, what method will He Rui use to add fuel and vinegar to them, so as to achieve the purpose of sowing discord?

He stood where he was, like a silent tall statue, falling into a rare hesitation.

"Then what... buddy," Guan Zhiyu scratched his hair, and shouted, "Do you still have the contents inside?"

Hearing his question, He Qin came back to his senses. He walked into the room and saw that the lights on the ceiling were like the twilight after dusk. A large amount of blood was also sprayed on the empty tables and chairs in the room, and the blood was splashed. The whole room was smeared like a large map.

On the front desk, there was an open black leather notebook.

He Qin didn't hesitate any longer, he stretched out his hand to grab the notebook, and saw that someone had also used a thickened red pen—or fingers, to scramble wildly and scribbled on it a few distorted characters.The blood that had long been oxidized and turned black spread out from the paper, dripping on the desk, like some kind of guiding sign, along the ground, to the edge of the wall where the map and the whiteboard were displayed.

The structure of this classroom is completely different from what they saw during the day. It looks like an old classroom many years ago, and the conditions will of course be simpler.The display whiteboard is hung on the wall with nails, and the residual ink of the marker pen is left on the surface of the board that is about to fluff, and seeps into the traces of scratches.

He Qin stretched out his index finger like a feather, and lightly brushed the rough and fuzzy plaster white in front of him, then slowly moved down, silently pressing the bottom of the whiteboard.

He was covered in wounds, gunpowder smoke and cold blade-like sharpness fluttered from the corners of his eyes and brows, but his movements were soft and flirtatious, like the spikes of blood on a long knife, with a dry rose falling in the wind.

"..." For some reason, Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu also became less daring to speak in this strange atmosphere. They tiptoed around, trying to flip through the notebook spread out on the desk.At this moment, He Qin's arm exerted a little strength, and there was a crisp sound of nails being broken. He lifted the whiteboard that occupied half of the wall with both hands, and placed it on a row of desks behind him.

When the members of the two Heresy Inquisitions turned their heads, their eyes widened.

I saw the whole exposed wall, except for the mysterious and distorted symbols, there were repeated words like crazy ravings of a mental patient.Different from the "help me" and "I don't want to die" outside, there are many long sentences written here.

He Qin took out his mobile phone, took a few photos neatly, then turned around, and spoke the first words to Guan Zhiyu and Qiu Boyi.

"How about it, do you want to make a deal?"

Qiu Boyi swallowed his throat and dared not look him in the eyes. Guan Zhiyu stiffened his neck and said bravely, "W-what deal?"

"I want the hidden information you got from the first level." He Qin went straight to the point, "The notebook and something on the wall of this level can be shared by the two teams."

The two looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to decide and measure the weight of this transaction.

Hua Ying in the monitoring room yelled in horror: "What a despicable man! Isn't this just taking advantage of the fire!"

"I—or no one sleeps, I don't have time to spend with you now, because new enemies have appeared, and you are no longer our priority target." He Qin said, "This is already a very generous condition. After all, in this round, you all followed me, and you didn't encounter any obstacles along the way, right?"

"Wait, wait, wait a minute," Guan Zhiyu was a little confused, "What are you, us, their... who is the new enemy? Are there any other characters in this world besides competing teams, bosses, and NPCs?"

He Qin said: "You might as well go back and ask your president about these questions, he should have seen it clearly."

"And..." Qiu Boyi muttered, "Why did we make this deal with you... You are only one person now, and you are injured, but we have two..."

"Uh, even though that's what you said, don't be too blunt, okay..." Guan Zhiyu whispered, "It feels so embarrassing..."

He Qin smiled.

"Then, let me put it another way." In the dim light, his eyes were like the golden pupils of a leopard, reflecting a chilling coldness, "——if you don't want to return empty-handed at this level, you can take what you got last time. Hide the information for me. I can let you take a look at the clues in the notebook."

Seeing his palm gently press the scabbard on the side of his waist, Hua Ying suddenly panicked, and regardless of whether the other party could hear it, he called out one after another in the monitoring room: "Give it, we'll give it! Don't hurt him both!"

The two nerds were so frightened by his malicious smile and threats that they wanted to speak and cry a thousand lines, and they almost hugged each other to make quail.I don't know if it was the power of the group soul, or if they finally had a tacit understanding with the president, and implemented the precious spirit of the Inquisition, they also shouted in a panic: "Give it, we'll give it! Don't come here! "

He Qin touched the scabbard's palm and changed his movements instantly, brushing the hem of his clothes down naturally.

"Thank you." He nodded gracefully, then walked out of the door without even taking the notebook, and quickly disappeared at the stairs in the corridor.

Both of them were stunned.

Guan Zhiyu: "...Ha, are you leaving now?"

Qiu Boyi: "...Yes, let's go now."

Guan Zhiyu: "Then what are we doing here?"

Qiu Boyi: "Yes, the question you asked is very good. It is worth thinking about and thought-provoking. Because I also want to know what we are doing here."

Guan Zhiyu: "..."

He Qin walked downstairs.

Except for He Rui's heavy punch, compared to many previous battles, tonight's intensity is not that high.However, the exhaustion of the mind was greater than the pain of the body. In just a few minutes, he had thought about it countless times and simulated it countless times. What kind of tone would his crazy blood relatives use to uncover Wen Zheliu's scar? What words, what gestures, the sun watching him condescendingly struggling in the mud of the truth... He will not let go of this opportunity, He Qin knew clearly.Because if He Rui had a weakness and a wandering heart, he would not give up the opportunity to torture him and beat him up.

They have the same blood running through them, they are the same freaks.There is no place for them in the secular world, but before the secular world rejects them, they have already started to kill each other, vowing not to install an equal path beside the throne.

The further down he went, the heavier and dragged He Qin's steps seemed.When he came down to the corner of the stairs, his ears moved sharply, and he heard a slight sound of footsteps coming from the steps not far away, and he was slightly taken aback.

"Brother!" Wen Zheliu panted, with tiny beads of sweat on his forehead.He raised his face in the shadow at the corner below, half of the dim and flickering weird light illuminated his face, and half of the cold shadow of the fishy tide covered his face. At this moment, the two formed on him A clear boundary line—he came from the darkness, and stretched out his body toward the light.

He Qin's lips moved, he lowered his head, looked at Wen Zheliu's clear and bright pupils: "...Ning Ning."

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The kittens who lead the house are well-behaved and cute, and the meals that my mother cooked today are also very delicious. The sun is shining warmly, which is really comfortable!

——"Hanako, where are you? Don't hide, the teacher found you, let's play together~"

I just did something wrong at school, and the teacher looked at me with terrible eyes... Hurry up and go home, as long as I see my mother, I will be safe...

——"Hahaha... so you are here! The teacher found you!!"]

The system prompt came suddenly, and the movements of both of them froze for a moment.

After a while, Wen Zheliu said softly, "Brother, you are seriously injured, shall we go back first?"

He Qin nodded, Wen Zheliu took his hand, put his arm on his shoulder, and the two wounded walked down supporting each other.

After leaving the dilapidated teaching building, the contact props immediately resumed their communication functions.The phones of the two rang together, but He Qin didn't move. Wen Zheliu took out his phone and saw the faces of Du Zijun and Xie Yuanyuan flashing in the small group of four.

Du Zijun: [You go back and settle your own affairs first, and we are left to negotiate with the Inquisition Council. 】

Xie Yuanyuan: [(づ●─●)づCome on!If there is any misunderstanding, we must make it clear! 】

Wen Zheliu couldn't help laughing, he said softly, "Brother, look."

Even if there is no infatuation, he can still feel He Qin's unusual reticence at the moment, as well as the gloomy air emanating from him.

He Qin also smiled, bent his pretty eyes, and sighed again.

"Then let's go back first, and I'll help you get some medicine."

"Ok!"

The two of you hug me, and I hug you. The shadow behind them merges into one under the streetlight, stretching very long. Looking from behind, it looks like a large wobbly gingerbread man.

When they arrived at the downstairs of the teacher's apartment, the two of them didn't dare to go through the main entrance, fearing that they would be opened and killed, so they had to go around to the back of the building, climbed up the pipes and the air conditioner, and struggled to climb along the window to He Qin's apartment. .

As soon as he entered the room, He Qin closed the doors and windows, drew the curtains, and then led Wen Zheliu to the bedroom, and turned on a small bright lamp beside the bed.

"Take off your clothes." With his back to Wen Zheliu, he took off his coat first, and Wen Zheliu's breathing stopped quietly.

The tall man took off his gold-rimmed glasses, and tore the shirt that was completely glued to the wound into rags along his waist and abdomen, revealing a thick, wide, bare|naked back with smooth muscles.The halo of the lamp was viscous and thick, spread unevenly on his skin, as if a cup of flowing wild honey had been knocked over, it was golden and fiery, full of amber color, and could sweeten the root of one's tongue until it became hot.

He turned his head and saw that Zhe Liu was still standing there, he couldn't help raising the corners of his lips, and smiled evilly: "What's the matter? It's just applying medicine to you, don't think too much."

Hearing Zheliu's groaning and groaning, he could only pray that the light and midnight's concealment would be strong enough so that people couldn't see his embarrassment that was blushing all the way to his ears.

"Why are you applying medicine to me..." He muttered, walked over boldly, stood behind He Qin, felt the steaming heat from his body, and carefully touched his lower back with his fingertips, " You hurt more than me, does it hurt?"

He Qin's movements paused: "It's almost better a long time ago."

Wen Zheliu: "Bah, I believe you are the only one who is a ghost."

He threw off his shoes, only wearing socks, ran to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water, took a clean towel, and a roll of cold bandages, then forced He Qin to lie on the bed, and carefully covered him with a hot towel to soften the rags that had been caked together with half-dried blood.

He Qin didn't move at all, he was resting on his arm, his exposed side face was extremely handsome under the light, the contours of muscles and bones were undulating and compact like mountains, like a golden statue of the god of war.

Wen Zheliu wiped off the blood scab with concentration, and carefully lifted a corner of the red cloth, lest He Qin feel pain.While he was doing these things, he suddenly heard a question from He Qin's voice.

"...He Rui, what did he tell you?"

Wen Zheliu's hand holding the hot towel stopped, he raised his eyes, and saw He Qin staring at the bedside table in front of him, his eyes focused on nothing else, as if he didn't ask this question, and it had nothing to do with him.

...Like a big cat.

Wen Zheliu shook his head: "I talked a lot... in a mess."

Without waiting for He Qin to continue to ask, he continued in a straight line: "He mentioned the identities of my parents before they were alive, saying that they were both senior researchers of N-Star Company; that he was the same person as you; that you treated me The love is out of guilt and pity, and said that the death of my parents...is the result of your choice."

Every time he said a sentence, He Qin's body tensed up, and when he said the last sentence, He Qin was already taking a deep breath.

In the moment of complete silence, only the hiss of the cloth peeling off the flesh is inaudible.

"...So, do you trust me?"

Wen Zheliu lowered his head, staring at He Qin's back, the blood was flowing, the thick cloth on the pad was dyed into a red wound, his nose suddenly became sour, and his eyes were burning hot.

"I know that you are really hiding something from me," he said, "but you are also real, and you are willing to protect me with your life."