The Easter Egg Game

"Be careful!" Lin Jue only had time to shout, and the huge monster had already raised the huge iron ruler high and slashed at the place where Song Hanzhang was standing!

A deafening bang sounded in this dark room, the ground was trembling, Lin Jue staggered, opened his eyes in the smoke and flying debris, and looked there, afraid that Song Hanzhang had already been turned into a corpse by the blow. The dead body, the fear at this moment even surpassed that when he saw the zombie for the first time.

The moment the iron ruler fell, Song Hanzhang rolled on the spot to avoid the blow. In the flying dust, he was as agile as an assassin in the shadows. Before the monster realized that he had missed, he had already got up from the ground Shouted to Lin Jue: "Over the head!"

Lin Jue was determined.

Song Hanzhang said that he wanted to attack its head, but the monster's body was too huge. Unless it bent down or fell to the ground, the monster's height was over two meters, otherwise it would be impossible to hit its head. What should we do...

Just when Lin Jue was racking his brains, the monster found that the little bug it had locked escaped its attack, and furiously waved the huge iron ruler, sweeping and chopping across the room, Song Hanzhang devoted all his energy to walking Even though he dodged its attack, even so, he was almost hit by the iron ruler a few times.

The floor of the room has become potholed under the successive heavy blows of the iron ruler, and one has to be careful not to trip over the ground when dodging. Seeing that Song Hanzhang's situation is getting more and more dangerous, Lin Jue's brain can no longer think normally, let alone Said to rationally find a way to attack the head.

Song Hanzhang was forced by the monster to the wall lamp in the corner, the only table and chair in the room blocked his retreat, the giant monster approached his eyes, its neat uniform was wrinkled in this cat-and-mouse game— ——Song Hanzhang didn't know why he had to pay attention to such details at such a dangerous moment. He could only say that this kind of observation and judgment had penetrated into his bone marrow during the more than ten years of being raised by him, and it had completely become his instinct.

You can't break through from the side, because it is blocked by tables and chairs, so you can only break through from the front.

Song Hanzhang's brain is running at full speed. Even in this life-and-death situation, he is still calculating the success rate of the adventure instead of fighting by instinct. From this point of view, he and Lin Jue are really the opposite type.

The iron ruler has been raised high, like a giant iron sword, falling, falling, falling...

This is judgment and punishment, a power that should not be given to it, but it is abused as a guardian, and it thinks it is saving a person who is guilty of original sin and will eventually go astray.

Its ears should be cut off so that it can no longer catch wind and hear rumors;

Its eyes should be plucked out so that it can no longer monitor his every move;

Its mouth should be sewn shut so that it can no longer spit out righteous and ridiculous accusations.

It should die, because it is already dead.

The iron ruler swung down, cutting off the flying dust all the way from the wall to the ground. Song Hanzhang saw the timing, leaned over and rolled forward, and fled from the monster's right leg. The dagger in his hand was still left on its calf. A "commemoration".

The pain-eating monster let out a "roar". Without a mouth, it looked like a person wrapped in a sack, and its voice was indistinct.

"Senior!" Lin Jue, who was blocked by the monster, didn't see the figure of Song Hanzhang covered in smoke, and even thought that something happened to him.Frightened and angry, he completely lost his mind, and Lin Jue, who only acted on instinct, broke out at an astonishing speed, sprinted to the corner where the monster was, and jumped onto the table next to it.Taking off again, his left hand clung to the dim yellow wall lamp, swayed vigorously as if grasping a horizontal bar, and landed firmly on the monster's shoulder.

The monster let out a muffled roar, and the vague voice rolled in its throat, but it couldn't come out from the stitched mouth. It felt the weight on its shoulders, and twisted its body to throw Lin Jue off.

Kneeling on the monster's shoulder, Lin Jue, who was holding its head between his legs, roared angrily, grabbed the monster's head with one hand, and stabbed the top of the monster's head with the other hand tightly - the sharp point of the gun pierced through a layer of soft flesh , A shot pierced into the brain of the monster!

Lin Jue, who was so red-eyed, didn't have time to think about why it didn't have a skull. The gun head was stirring in and out of its brain. The monster struggled frantically. It fell to the ground and rolled around, and even Lin Jue on its shoulders felt heavy. He fell to the ground, and he was thrown out in severe pain, rolling on the ground several times before stopping.

The dull roar of the monster has weakened, as if the tumbling of the giant wheel has also stopped-the monster whose brain was smashed is dead.

Lin Jue, who was stunned by the fall, was in so much pain that he couldn't see clearly. There was no place on his body that was not clamoring to strike. His forehead was still on the ground, and blood was flowing from the scratched brow bone. His eyes were blurred, so that when he opened them, they were bloodshot.

A figure appeared behind layers of blood, squatted down in front of him, patted his face and called his name.

Lin Jue was still conscious, but his body was unable to respond. This sluggishness made Song Hanzhang alert. He touched his carotid artery with one hand to confirm that his heart was still beating, and then checked his breathing.Lin Jue's eyelids were also pulled open, and the light from the mobile phone passed through the blood covered eyes, flashing back and forth in front of his eyes one after another. Lin Jue's lips moved, wanting to call him, but he couldn't Make noise.

"It's okay, the vital signs are stable, the pupil's light reflex is fine, and there is no nerve damage." Song Hanzhang touched his head for a while, "The scalp hematoma at the back of the head is not very serious, and it should not die."

A milky white gleam lit up in front of his eyes, and the healing spell that Song Hanzhang drew in the second round of the game came in handy. Although Lin Jue could not be restored to a lively state immediately, it was still not enough to heal the trauma on his head. As for the problem, it depends on when Lin Jue recovers.

Lin Jue, who was an ordinary college student a week ago and is still an ordinary person now, is quite talented. There is a tenacity in his body, and he also has a fighting instinct, even at the moment when he is suddenly thrown from a monster. Well, the instinct to protect himself in his genes also allowed him to avoid the vitals. Although he fell dizzy for a while, there was no serious injury.

Song Hanzhang also sat down on the ground, leaning against the wall, Lin Jue was lying beside him, from drowsy to gradually sober, this feeling seemed to return to the world from the cold abyss of death, gradually waking up under the warm sunshine Come, tired but relieved, lazily do not want to move, just want to lie down forever.

The dim yellow wall lamp at the corner illuminated the room. Lin Jue opened his eyes, looked up at Song Hanzhang with his eyes closed, and seemed to feel his gaze. Song Hanzhang opened his eyes and met his gaze .

Lin Jue struggled to get up from the ground, squirmed to Song Hanzhang's side, and leaned against the wall like him. This movement was a bit laborious, and Song Hanzhang gave him a hand.

"How do you feel?" Song Hanzhang asked him.

"Fortunately, it's just a little bit out of strength." Lin Jue replied.

Song Hanzhang looked at the time, 21:07.

"Let's rest for another half an hour. Even if something happens, it should be in the middle of the night." Song Hanzhang said lightly.

Lin Jue responded, and turned his gaze to the huge monster body, and another monster body wrapped in a straitjacket.

"There isn't a single window here, is it the basement?" Lin Jue asked tentatively.

"What do you want to know?" Song Hanzhang saw through the real doubts in his heart at a glance, and asked bluntly.

Lin Jue scratched his cheek in embarrassment, his hand was covered with half-dried blood, and there was a vertical line on the back of his hand, which was the first two strokes of the character "正", which meant that he had killed two monsters: "You just Let me be curious... If you don't want to talk about it, that's okay."

Lin Jue said it lightly, but in fact he was thinking terribly.He knows that Song Hanzhang is not a person who likes to talk about himself. He always observes the people around him quietly, and when necessary, he will use fierce or tactful words to test other people's thoughts. He has a kind of insight into everything His instincts, the unknown and the uncontrollable, are abhorrent to him.If he says "I'll give you a few options", it's better to follow what he really thinks, because the other options mean "bye bye".

Lin Jue also knew that Song Hanzhang was actually a suspicious, arbitrary, and cold-hearted person, and he didn't look like a good partner, even though he was smart, sharp, cautious, meticulous, and had the courage to pursue the truth regardless of everything, But these advantages are still not enough to make up for the defects in his character.

Whether it's the fledgling plot, or the relationship built in living and dying together, Lin Jue cares about this person. He tries to learn more, and carefully lifts the curtain to reveal the real Song Hanzhang behind the curtain.

Song Hanzhang glanced at Lin Jue, sitting side by side, he could only see the blood stains on Lin Jue's face that had not been wiped off, and the eyes that were written with curiosity and longing.

In fact, Song Hanzhang didn't need to look to know that Lin Jue must be scratching his heart like a cat's paw at this moment, just waiting for him to speak.

This impatient curiosity didn't annoy Song Hanzhang—this was even strange to him—he even wanted to tease Lin Jue, making him more anxious and curious, and then told him that he wouldn't say anything.Lin Jue would definitely show a very disappointed and angry expression, but he didn't dare to attack him, so he could only sulk all by himself. His anger came and went quickly, and he would strike up a conversation with him in a few minutes, pretending to say that nothing happened. It's ready, we can go.

Look, he knows Lin Jue so well. Every kind of psychology, every action, and even the tone of his speech can be guessed. Lin Jue has almost no secrets in his eyes, which is why he is willing to trust Lin Jue , this person makes him feel safe.

However, Song Hanzhang would not do this.Sometimes he would have a few thoughts to play tricks on Lin Jue. Such weird thoughts are always like a summer dragonfly, which suddenly descends in front of his eyes under the sun, and the pair of crystal wings tremble in the air, and then fly quickly disappeared from view.

Although it is very interesting, this kind of teasing is meaningless, so Song Hanzhang will not do it.

It doesn't matter if you talk about the past, Lin Jue will trust him more if you say it, so just satisfy his curiosity.

Thinking of this, Song Hanzhang spoke amidst Lin Jue's uneasiness:

"You've already guessed some of it. This is the basement, where I used to stay when I was a kid. For a while, I liked being alone here, until I found out that there are hidden cameras watching my every move. The person wrapped in the straitjacket should be regarded as me when I was a child. The airtight straitjacket is a symbol, implying the tightly bound me, and the bleeding hands are a metaphor for my Struggling. As for the monster whose head was stabbed by you, it is my adoptive father, Song Lu, who is a policeman by profession. I was raised by him since I was a child, and there is no blood relationship between them. The reason why he adopted me is probably because of my biological father. He sent me to the execution ground. He said my father was the most evil, cunning, anti-social serial killer he had ever seen, and he was very worried that I had inherited the criminal gene. Yes, He's a criminal geneticist, a fanatical kind."

Song Hanzhang looked at the dim wall lamp and sneered: "So he has to teach me well, correct me, and use acquired education to change my genetic nature. He calls this corrective education, and I think it's called mental abuse."