I jump repeatedly on the edge of life and death [Infinite Flow]

When Song Qingshu was hanging on the guardrail, he looked downstairs and found a small platform protruding from the window on the third floor, but the position where he was hanging was not directly above the platform. To buffer it, you must adjust your falling direction.

One hand is about to be split off, and the other hand will be split off sooner or later.Right now, people are swordsmen and I'm fish and meat. If you want to break the game, you have to gamble. If you win, he lives, and if you die, it's his life.

Song Qingshu pushed his whole body to the left while letting go...

With a "boom", something hit the ground heavily, and the pain seemed to have an independent consciousness and crazily transmitted along the nerves in various parts of the body to the internal organs, limbs, and brain.

Is he really dead?That's what death feels like.

"Little darling! Little darling!"

Hearing this nickname, Song Qingshu suddenly opened his eyes, who the hell is calling him a nickname!This made him feel uneasy.

He rolled his eyes and found that something was wrong, he didn't seem to be dead.

Enduring the pain by force, Song Qingshu looked for the place where the pain came from.

The body is generally fine, and there is a slight pain in the internal organs, which should be caused by the shock when it fell.His left hand was drooping weakly, and it looked like it was dislocated; his right leg was limp and twisted like a cotton doll's leg, and he couldn't use any strength at all, and it looked like it was broken.

He looked at the small platform that was about to catch him, and secretly rejoiced in his heart: I am so good-looking, God really doesn't want me to die.

Wen Zhaodi was not as lucky as him. She was dragged by Song Qingshu and fell straight down from the sixth floor. Her head hit the ground and she fell to her death on the spot.

Bright red blood flowed out of Wen Zhaodi's body, winding its way to the distance.Wen Zhaodi's eyes were wide open, looking at Song Qingshu who had landed on the third floor platform, she was full of viciousness and unwillingness.

She couldn't be reconciled until she died, obviously it was that person who should have fallen to her death, why did she fall to her death and that person was fine.

Even though we are all under the same sky, why should I be ridiculed and oppressed and avoid them all the time?And those who bully others can take no punishment at all and dominate the campus swaggeringly?

She thought God was really unfair, but it was so unfair!She wanted to shout out, but only spit out a mouthful of blood.The blood was flowing on her face, coupled with those venomous eyes, she looked like a ghost in a horror movie.

When Song Qingshu looked down from the platform on the third floor, he met a pair of worried and nervous eyes.

The owner of the eyes, Shuiyue, was standing beside Wen Zhaodi, holding two dolls in his hands.He raised his head and said to Song Qingshu, "Wait a minute, I'll go over right away." After speaking, he quickened his pace and went upstairs.

When Song Qingshu heard the sound of footsteps running up from downstairs, he was suddenly in a good mood and laughed for no reason.He didn't know what he was laughing at, whether he was glad that he was lucky or something else, he was simply happy.

The moon in the water came quickly, he climbed over the window at the end of the corridor on the third floor and walked carefully to Song Qingshu, carefully checked his situation, and then helped him stand up and let him hold the window.After returning to the corridor, he hugged him.

Shuiyue grabbed Song Qingshu's right hand with one hand and put it around her neck, and carefully stretched out the other hand under Song Qingshu's leg.With all his strength, Song Qingshu was hugged in his arms, and he went downstairs steadily.

Shuiyue directly hugged Song Qingshu and walked to Wen Zhaodi, showed Song Qingshu the two dolls in his pocket, and told him: "One was picked up from her side, and the other fell out of her pocket. of."

One of the two dolls was the pink rabbit that Song Qingshu had seen just now, and the other was a little puppet boy whose appearance was somewhat similar to the missing Youwen.

Song Qingshu gave the doll to Shuiyue after reading it, and told Shuiyue what Wen Zhaodi had done.

Wen Zhaodi's parents value boys over girls and leave Wen Zhaodi in her hometown, only bringing Wen Hua to live in the city.Their family is not very rich, but in order for Wenhua to have a better education, they still sent Wenhua to the most expensive kindergarten.

I don't know why Wen Hua was targeted by Hu Guangliang and the others, and he accidentally beat him to death while bullying him.Wen's parents accepted the loss after the quarrel, and got Wen Zhaodi's qualification to enter junior high school without tuition fees.

As soon as Wen Zhaodi entered the school, she was bullied by several people because of the dirt. By chance, she learned the cause of her brother's death, and used the old witch's method to summon him with a rabbit doll stained with his blood, and then brought them to the kindergarten. Let Wen Hua kill them.

Juventus didn't directly bully her, so she made Juventus into a puppet.

After killing those few people, Wen Hua's power became stronger and stronger, and the area he could cover also increased.After taking away the second batch of students, the principal invited Song Qingshu and other players to come and look for the missing students...

Song Qingshu combined Wen Zhaodi's last words and the clues he learned earlier, and added his own reasonable inferences to come up with a relatively complete story.

"Left-behind children generally live with the elderly of the generation of grandparents. The elderly have to do their own activities if they are inconvenient, and they need to make up their own minds about everything.

Over time, they will have their own ideas, so they can be independent very early, which is the so-called children of the poor to be in charge early. "Song Qingshu finally analyzed the logic of Wen Zhaodi's behavior.

He glanced at Wen Zhaodi who was lying on the cold ground, dying with regret. His mood was very complicated.For a moment he suddenly felt sorry for the little girl.

Parents who don't love her, bully her and violent her classmates, learn that her brother was beaten to death and watch those people get away with it, and they don't have the ability to fight back like him. After much deliberation, it seems that only such extreme methods can be used up.

Song Qingshu asked himself, what would he do if he was in the present moment?Will this method be used to get rid of these people?

He didn't know if he would be blackened, but he would definitely not let those people go, and at the same time, he would never hurt innocent people.

Wen Zhaodi is pitiful, but this is not the reason why she can hurt the innocent students behind.

Not long after, the principal came with someone and carried away Wen Zhaodi's body.Shuiyue and the principal explained the process clearly, but the principal didn't say much, and asked him to take Song Qingshu to deal with the two dolls.

Shuiyue carried Song Qingshu to the door of the dormitory, gave Song Qingshu the doll, went to the dormitory to help Sang Yu to the door, and called out other people who were still alive in the dormitory.

Take out the iron basin and the remaining half barrel of oil, throw the two dolls in the basin like burning dolls, pour the oil, light the fire, and soon the fire will surround the two dolls.

The burning fire made a crackling sound, which was also mixed with screams of pain, occasional pain, and occasional resentment.

Gradually the screams became smaller and smaller, and gradually disappeared.When the pink rabbit and the puppet were completely burned to ashes, several customs clearance certificates appeared in the basin.Shuiyue took out the customs clearance certificates, took out her own and put them away, and handed one to Sang Yu.

Song Qingshu stretched out his hand and was about to receive his customs clearance certificate, but Shuiyue refused to give it to him for a long time. When he looked up and saw Shuiyue staring at his customs clearance certificate, he smiled.

Shuiyue looks good, and she looks even better when she smiles, but the timing of her smile is too bad, Song Qingshu feels that this smile is mocking herself.

Song Qingshu blushed when he thought of his nickname, and he grabbed his customs clearance certificate from Shuiyue with all his strength, not wanting to make Shuiyue laugh at him anymore.

Shuiyue looked at Song Qingshu, who was red to the tip of her ears, deliberately ignored the individual words on it, and said with a playful smile: "It's really a little boy, suddenly I think this nickname is also pretty good."

Song Qingshu got acquainted with Shuiyue, and he didn't want to hide his hair anymore, so he hurriedly found a place for himself: "Hey, you have the face to laugh at me, Shuiyue is not good to hear where to go."

Shuiyue stroked her chin and asked, "Isn't it nice? How compelling."

Song Qingshu: ...

He was speechless, although it was really nice, but it was a matter of face and he would never admit that his nickname was nice.

Song Qingshu ignored him, picked up his customs clearance certificate and looked at it.

Proof of customs clearance

Nickname: Little Rabbit Obediently

Game ID: 2333333

Points for this level: 200

Accumulated points: 200

At this time, a line of eye-catching red letters is displayed under the customs clearance certificate.

Reminder: The next one will open in a week. All players are requested to enter the game on time. Those who fail to enter the game on time will bear the consequences.

Seeing Song Qingshu staring intently at the clearance certificate with a blushing face, Shuiyue thought that this person seemed quite cute.

The remaining customs clearance certificates also accumulated some points, but they were not many.Shuiyue sent them one by one according to their nicknames.

After all the living players got their clearance certificates, a huge rectangular panel appeared in front of everyone.

There's just one question: do you want to invite other players to help you skip levels?whether.

The rest of the people ordered yes without hesitation.

After Shuiyue clicked "No", she looked at Song Qingshu, only to see Song Qingshu clicked on the position where "No" should be clicked, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

After everyone finished counting, a dazzling light surrounded them, and Song Qingshu quickly closed his eyes.

When Song Qingshu opened his eyes again, he had already returned home, and he was still leaning on the sofa in his original posture, with an extra customs clearance card in his hand.

The physical damage was completely gone, and his dislocated left hand and broken right leg healed on their own.

Song Qingshu took off his gaming helmet, glanced at his phone, and only an hour had passed outside the game.

He opened the WeChat group and sent a message in it, wanting to see how many people had come out, but nothing happened...

The WeChat group with hundreds of people has not sent any new news for a long time, as if he is the only living person in it, and the others are fake accounts.

He hurriedly called Sang Yu, and the phone rang for a long time before he was answered. Sang Yu's voice sounded limp, not angry, and he just told Song Qingshu that he was fine, and he just needed to take a rest.

Song Qingshu repeatedly confirmed his condition, and finally opened a video chat for a while, and then he was relieved after making sure that he was fine.

After calling Sang Yu, Song Qingshu sat up from the sofa, rubbed his uncomfortable left hand and right leg, put on his slippers and took his laptop.

He opened the webpage and browsed the latest news. As he expected, there have been some strange deaths recently.

Song Qingshu turned off the computer and looked at the red letters on the clearance certificate next to him.

He suddenly remembered the sentence in the sketch: What is the most painful thing in life?People died and the money was not spent.

In order to avoid such pain, Song Qingshu quickly got out of bed and ran to the bedroom to take out his small treasury. He decided to go out for a while.

Song Qing Shulang's place is a well-known gay bar in the local area, the consumption is not low, and he is usually not willing to come here at all, after all, the price of a random glass of wine makes his heart hurt.

He walked in wearing the most expensive set of facades in his closet. As soon as he entered, he saw a familiar figure sitting on the bar counter. He had just seen that figure a few hours ago.

"Hey, baby, what a coincidence." Shuiyue raised her glass to him and said with a smile.

Song Qingshu: ... It's too late for me to go back now.