Countdown [entertainment]

As soon as Jiumu entered the room, he felt that there was an unspeakable weirdness here. The door was locked behind him with a click, and a person was locked in a sealed space.

There is nothing in the entire corridor-like room, no table or mechanism, Jiumu squinted his eyes and looked around, not even a camera.

A faint premonition rose from the bottom of my heart, which was not a good guess.

After walking two steps forward, he found that the wall on the left had turned into glass, it should be said to be one-way glass—you couldn't see the inside from the outside, but he could see the situation on Yin Qing's side clearly.

Jiumu saw Yin Qing tried the walkie-talkie, and called her name in this direction.

Jiumu heard his voice and responded, but Yin Qing couldn't hear him at all.

Jiumu just stood there and watched as Yin Qing stretched out her hand to test the scattered fragments of the mirror, and was scratched.

The bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Jiumu walked along the long corridor, there was still nothing along the way, but there was a table at the end, and the door directly in front was tightly closed, and there was no combination lock or key lock to open it.

The intention is to trap him here, let him watch all the experiences of Yinqing on the other side as a spectator.

Jiumu felt that something might happen to Yin Qing.

And... He probably guessed who made this arrangement.

Yin Qing over there seemed to have found nothing and was still studying the fragment mechanism seriously. Jiumu stood by the wall, not daring to take his eyes off him for a moment.

Jiumu was startled for a moment when the densely packed mirror shards approached him, he was finally relieved when he saw Yin Qing flipping over, but in the next second, his breathing was stagnant.

——On the ground in front of Yin Qing lay a man whose clothes were exactly the same as her own, the fragments were pierced into his chest, and blood flowed all over the floor.

As expected, Yin Qing thought that person was herself.

"Yin Qing, can you hear me? Yin Qing!" Jiumu shouted, and at the same time patted the glass hard to tell him the truth.

There was no movement there, Yin Qing knelt down on the ground trembling and turned over the body with her hands, and put her hands under his nose.

Jiumu was even more frightened—even the appearance of that person was very similar to her, and it was difficult to tell the real from the real in this dimly lit environment!

It's imitation makeup, and it can be seen from the clothes that someone deliberately misled Yin Qing, making him think that the person who died was himself.

"Yin Qing!" Jiumu shouted again.

It seemed that the man's breath was basically gone, Jiumu watched helplessly as Yin Qing picked up the man like a lost soul, looking helplessly and weeping around for help.

Somewhat beyond his expectation, Jiumu thought that Yin Qing would be able to tell that the person was not himself very quickly, but seeing the boy's current state, he was completely immersed in extreme grief and almost lost contact with the outside world.

Jiumu's fingertips tightened slightly, and the veins on the back of his fair hand bulged. His mind was spinning rapidly on how to deal with the current situation. However, at this moment, all the lights on Yin Qing's side and the room where Jiumu was in were dimmed. The whole world fell into the boundless darkness that could not be seen.

Suddenly there was a smell of smoke coming from the side.

It's thick and pungent, but it's not the kind of smoke that flames produce, but low-quality cigarettes are burning.

Jiumu's pupils shrank suddenly, and the combination of the night and the cigarette suddenly awakened the most embarrassing and painful memory deep in his mind.

——Shi Wangshu committed suicide due to depression. In the last few months before her suicide, she announced to the outside world that she would retreat to the mountains to recuperate, but she actually stayed in the most busy downtown area of ​​Jiangyi and bought a small house. I didn't see anyone, and I only lived there with my six-year-old Jiumu.

That memory was contradictory for Jiumu. His father never gave this non-biological son the affection he deserved since he was a child, and Shi Wangshu was always busy with work and seldom went home.Only in these few months, Shi Wangshu can be regarded as trying to fulfill the duties of a mother.

In contrast, it was her indelible traces in Xiao Jiumu's heart that she soaked in cheap alcohol and low-quality cigarettes day and night.

On the night Shi Wangshu committed suicide, she seemed to have suddenly realized her conscience and wanted to push Jiumu away. However, this unusual behavior made Jiumu even more curious.

At that time, Xiao Jiumu was assigned to go out to buy vegetables. He didn't go far, just bought some casually, then trotted back, took out the key to open the door, and rushed into Shi Wangshu's room.

As soon as he opened the door, the smell of the brand of cigarettes that Shi Wangshu smoked the most hit his face. It was so strong that Xiao Jiumu coughed for a long time. When he came back to his senses, he saw the woman lying on the recliner, The ashtray by his side could no longer hold cigarette butts, and there were liquor bottles all over the place.

He called his mother several times, but there was no response. Xiao Jiumu went over to shake her, and his hands felt stiff and cold.

Only then did he realize that there were still two empty bottles of sleeping pills lying on the ground.

Exactly the same smell of smoke.

Jiumu felt a little cold all over. In order to warn him and Yin Qing, the organization even investigated the brand of cigarettes Shi Wangshu smoked after he was depressed.

But separated by a thin glass, Yin Qing was still sitting on the ground in a daze, hugging the man in her arms, her head hanging limply, her youthful arrogance was wiped out.

Strange and strange, in Jiumu's eyes, Yin Qing at this moment overlaps with Shi Wangshu at the time of committing suicide.

Jiumu suddenly felt a headache, the pain was very painful, as if it was being stabbed by a needle and it was stirring.

After Yin Qing spit on Ji Haoran at the banquet, he realized that he hadn't completely come out of his childhood memories.It happened to be Ji Haoran's banquet, he learned of this, and finally saved it until this time before taking it out to beat himself severely.

Jiumu propped his arms against the wall, the smooth glass made it difficult for him to rely on his strength, and the oxygen in the confined space was gradually insufficient. He watched Yin Qing closely, and suddenly a feeling of powerlessness and despair pervaded his limbs.

At this moment, the previously closed door at the end of the secret room suddenly opened, the light outside the door was very bright, and oxygen poured in, miraculously creating a clear spring for the traveler who was traveling in the desert with extreme water shortage.

Even if it is a one-way glass, the light here is suddenly very bright, and some light passes through the mirror.

Yin Qing raised her face in a daze.

Jiumu looked at him, and clearly saw the boy's red eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks.

At that moment, his heart seemed to be tightly clenched by something, and the thoughts disturbed by the smell of smoke gathered together, and he understood what the design of this room was for.

It's their last chance to make a choice.

Going out through the door at the end, everything I did with Yin Qing in the past can be forgotten. Of course, I must abandon Yin Qing and his seemingly ridiculous and naive thoughts from now on.

Staying here, the death of Shi Wangshu and the death of "Jiu Mu" in Yin Qing's arms are probably what they hinted at their final fate.

And through this glass to let myself see clearly, a small design can make Yin Qing so fragile, and even wanting to fight against the organization, it is ridiculous to shake the tree.

Ridiculous indeed.

Jiumu laughed lightly, picked up the table next to him and smashed it hard on the glass, there was a loud bang, glass shards flew all over the sky, and a gap appeared.

Yin Qing's eyes were a little dull when she heard the movement, staring at this side in a daze, her brain has not reacted yet.

Jiumu took the wooden table and banged twice to make the gap bigger, walked out, picked up the corpse in Yin Qing's arms with a look of disgust and threw it aside, then knelt down and slowly hugged the boy into his arms inside.

"I'm here."

Jiumu whispered in his ear, "Yin Qing, that's not me."

Yin Qing was as cold as if she had just been fished out of the ice cave, and her whole body was not as cold as a normal person's body temperature. Jiumu was so distressed that she hugged him again, put his hand on his head and pressed it against her chest, like It is to be tightly fused together.

"Jiumu...is that you?"

There was a trace of weakness in Yin Qing's voice, her right hand was tightly clutching the clothes on his chest, and she stared at him with misty eyes without blinking, as if she was afraid that this person would disappear in the next moment.

"it's me."

Jiumu quickly replied: "Yin Qing, I'm Jiumu. I'm here."

Yin Qing heaved a sigh of relief, her tense body relaxed immediately, the last tear from the corner of her eyes melted into Jiumu's body temperature, she leaned on his shoulder and slowly closed her eyes.

Noisy footsteps and bright light finally came from the direction the two came from. Chu Yujing and Yu Ke rushed over immediately, and the latter couldn't help screaming when they saw the corpse on the ground.

Chu Yujing's eyes were about to burst, and he immediately squatted beside Jiumu, and asked anxiously, "What happened? What happened to Yin Qing?"

"Is the signal blocked?" Jiumu asked calmly, and at the same time dragged down his coat to cover Yin Qing in his arms, covering his somewhat embarrassed face.

He knew that his young master would not want others to see him like this.

"Yes." Chu Yujing's face was very gloomy: "As soon as you entered this room, all the cameras and walkie-talkies were disconnected. We went to the backstage to find someone. The staff there said that the general manager disappeared and they didn't know how to turn it off. For these organs, we can only follow the room you walked through."

"General, responsible, responsible."

Jiumu's eyes turned cold: "Someone is dead here, I guess it's the 'general manager' in their words, and he dressed him up like me. Someone is targeting Yin Qing."

Chu Yujing was taken aback: "What?"

"Yin Qing was a little stimulated, I will take him away first, and I will leave the rest to you."

Jiumu stood up holding Yin Qing: "However, someone should publicize the death of a variety show for you, just protect Yin Qing in front of public opinion."

"you……"

Chu Yujing couldn't say anything about his refusal, but the staff who rushed to him were eager to ask him about his situation, but Jiumu gave him a cold glance and didn't dare to ask a word.

The air fell into silence, and they just watched Jiumu walk out step by step, holding Yin Qing by the waist, stepping on debris, the white shirt was stained with bright red blood, there was no expression on his face, the whole The coldness emitted by people seems to be able to freeze the small space.

Yin Qing moved slightly, and Jiumu immediately lowered her head.

——Lonely kept such a trace of warmth and gave it all to the person in his arms.

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