Lucky Puzzle [Unlimited]

The proprietress looked down at him, her long, slightly white hair was hanging down, wrapping her head loosely, her face was hidden in it, it was dark and dim, and her expression could not be discerned.

No one knew what she was looking at, what she was thinking, and no one bothered her. It was just like this, with dozens of eyes focused on her, vigilant, worried and full of curiosity.

No one knows what crazy actions she will have.

Her sudden quietness was the same as sudden madness, without any warning, it just happened so suddenly.

No one spoke, she stared at the people on the ground who were getting angry, and people stared at her strangely.

As the breathing and heart rate gradually resumed, the value on the top of the head increased from 80 to 100,120,150, 200, [-], and when it stopped at [-], the man slowly opened his eyes.

Lying on his back facing the sky, the first shot he saw was a face, standing upside down against his line of sight, the face was hidden in the messy long hair, only a pair of black eyes fixedly fell on him from above.

Like looking at the prey, or looking at the prey in hand, thinking about which part of the knife is the most enjoyable.

"Whoosh" cold air rushed from the soles of his feet to his head, he was trembling from the ice, and he recognized that this was the woman who wanted to strangle him to death.

Crazy, crazy woman!

He doesn't know her at all.

The current situation is a bit weird, the woman just doesn't move, doesn't leave, and doesn't continue to do anything, her head is lowered like a statue, and she is extremely focused.

The man lying on the ground didn't dare to move rashly, for fear of attracting more intense tearing from the other party. He had felt the terrifying power of the other party. With such a thin body and arms several times thinner than his, the burst of power was terrifying and astonishing.

Do it again, you will really die.

Chi Er looked at the player and at the proprietress. The two formed a strange confrontation. Neither of them moved first to break this delicate balance. Naturally, the crowd of onlookers would not talk nonsense and watch silently.

After persisting for about six or seven minutes, the proprietress finally moved. Everyone's eyes flickered and they focused on it.

"You can't play with your phone while walking."

The voice was very low and the tone was flat, but everyone who was concentrating on it could hear it.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, with doubts in their eyes, the phone, is it the phone in the literal sense?

The player whose back was scorched by the high temperature on the ground was even more confused: "When will I..."

The proprietress uncle coughed twice, shook his head slightly at the player, and signaled—don't talk.

The proprietress repeated the same sentence: "You can't use your mobile phone while walking, and you can't use your mobile phone while walking." It doesn't matter if no one responds, it just keeps saying.

It seemed to be a warning, but when he listened carefully, it sounded like he was muttering to himself, just for himself.

After saying it several times, the proprietress turned around, and slowly, step by step, she returned to the snack shop, sat behind the cash register, and stared straight ahead.

The food was already cold, so she didn't move her chopsticks.

Chi Er, who witnessed the whole process, completely gave up the idea of ​​going to the snack shop to find out the news, and turned to the "victim" - his colleague.

The player had already sat up, with disbelief still written all over his face. The experience just now was like a dream. No, it was even more absurd than a dream. He didn't know what happened from the beginning to the end.

The crowd of onlookers dispersed, and Chi Er took the initiative to say hello: "Aren't you going to change places?"

The temperature is too high, the ground temperature is at least 40 degrees.

The other party looked up in confusion, and the number on Chi Er's head showed his identity: "Are you also a player?"

"Yes." Chi Er announced his name without blushing, "Blessings are all in the sky."

The other party got up with difficulty, and slapped his pants hard, which was covered with dust: "Water cat."

Realizing that the other party didn't want to deal with him, Chi Er decided to make a quick decision: "As far as I know, players can't use communication devices in the game, you are..."

"I don't have a mobile phone!" Mentioning this water cat has an angry face. It's a no-brainer. When I mention it, I get angry. "I bought a book and flipped through it. Where is the mobile phone? Who knows what happened to that woman? Damn, she's crazy!"

While the proprietress was dragging him, Chi Er witnessed Shuimao put a small black thing into his pocket, it probably wasn't a cell phone, but it definitely couldn't be a book.

The water cat glanced at Chi Er twice, seeing that his expression was normal, he scribbled a hello, and left quickly, obviously not wanting to communicate more.

Chi Er went back outside the snack shop again.

The proprietress held a glass in her hand and drank water in small sips. Her complexion was still not very good, but it was not as pale as before, but the eye sockets seemed to be more sunken.

In just ten minutes, she looked quite old.

This appearance gave Chi Er an ominous premonition.

He has met and dealt with many people, some happy, some unhappy, some full of hope in life, and some lifeless.

Of course, having no interest in life may just be a specific emotion at a specific moment, and it does not mean that you will do anything to hurt yourself or others.

One of them was Chi Er's college classmate, who left a deep impression on him.

The family member passed away in a car accident, and the classmate was left alone. After hearing the news, the classmate expressed disbelief at first, saying that he had just talked to his family on the phone an hour ago, but it was gone in just one hour, more than 60 minutes later.

After confirming the authenticity of the news, the classmate burst into tears, really crying. He sat on a chair in the dormitory with his face facing the ceiling without using any objects, howling and crying, without wiping his tears, just kept crying and crying, tears rolling down The speed, strength, and despair and sadness conveyed by the crying frightened the dormitory students and the counselors who came to visit. No one dared to go forward, so they waited silently, and a few quietly followed.

For the first time, Chi Er knew that people could shed so many tears, even though he and that classmate were just acquaintances.

A few hours after howling, the classmate began to be in a daze, sitting at the desk, holding the water glass that the classmate gave him in his hand, and staring at the front unconsciously.

In front were three rows of bookshelves, filled with textbooks, supplementary materials, and novels, all of which he was extremely familiar with.

He just stared, stared, so focused, but he had to look carefully, his sight didn't even have a focal length, he just looked at a certain place mechanically, so that his sight had a landing point.

The blinking was slow, the breathing was slow, and time seemed to slow down on him at that moment.

It seemed that everything was superfluous, he was tired and couldn't hold it anymore, including breathing, the things he depended on for survival lost their meaning.

Chi Er suddenly understood that despair and extreme pain also needed energy and strength, and hysteria also needed blood and vitality.

When you really can't even exert all these strengths, it is the real despair—the despair that makes people feel that death is not so terrible.

I don't care about anything, including my own life.

The eyes of the proprietress behind the counter were vacantly looking somewhere, and at this moment she seemed to be separated from everyone and everything.

Her appearance gradually overlapped with the appearance of her classmates in Chi Er's memory at that time.