Higher Human Advancement Regulations

Mishaps happen in an instant.

At the moment when the heart was removed, Shen Xiu's body glued to the man's hand also slipped instantly, and the baseball fell to the blooming feet with a muffled sound.

Immediately afterwards, all the wax figures on the high platform began to move.

The three women sitting on the right saw the heart that had turned into an apple, and fought for each other; the baby lying on the ground on his back let out piercing cries; The old lady gradually turned into bones amidst the crying of the baby; the white bird at their feet struggled to spread its wings, but it seemed that a transparent curtain blocked the sky and was bound by the man.

The man's movements are fast.

After Shen Xiu's body fell to the ground, he immediately shifted to the next target - the closest to him was Blooming.

The wound on Shenghua's body was still hurting, and at that moment his mind was almost blank, and it seemed that he had passed through many neglected details, creating a mess.

The man's blue and white nails were in front of his eyes, like a poisoned knife.

Shengkai raised her eyes hastily, and saw Xu Zhifeng hiding in the dark.

He smiled, innocently:

"One of you killed my brother, and I can't find out who it was."

Halfway through the speech, Xu Zhifeng's voice began to get higher, and the low-pitched male voice slowly turned into the high-pitched female voice.

Clear and crisp, it clearly belongs to a girl's voice:

"Then let's die together."

In the blink of an eye, it seemed that all the clues were connected into a thread.

A moment ago, he told Wen Renxiao that the painter was Xu Zhifeng, and it was actually just a temptation with mixed truths and falsehoods.

He was not quite sure that the painter was him—because of Xu Zhifeng's gender.

The owner of the red room and the clues in the white card all seem to indicate that the painter is a woman, and Xu Zhifeng has never concealed his familiarity with painting. On the contrary, it is Zhuang Han, who is very consistent with the painter in every aspect. Xu Zhifeng was temporarily excluded.

But if Xu Zhifeng was a woman, all this would make sense.

In the red room, Xu Zhifeng was shy when he first saw Wen Renxiao. At the time, Shengkai thought Xu Zhifeng was gay like him.

Later, he would occasionally put his hands behind his ears unconsciously. At the time, Shengkai thought it was strange, but now that he thought about it, he was clearly doing an action of pinning his hair behind his ears.

So when Xu Zhifeng was approaching by the blood man, he deliberately made Shengkai take a step back, and the blood man injured his wrist.

After that, he kept sneaking in among the crowd looking for opportunities, until everyone gathered in this white room.

Until, the glass cabinet broke when it was silent, and the nightmare imprisoned in it broke the day and ushered in its own night.

But this was just the prelude to the music. Letting the people in the cabinet force them to the high platform was the real purpose of Xu Zhifeng, the conductor.

If Xu Zhifeng is an NPC disguised as a player, then they must be bound by the same rules of the sky, otherwise they will be burned to death when voting in the banquet hall.

So why did Xu Zhifeng choose to attack at this time?

This white room was a secret room, and under the circumstances that Xu Zhifeng was equal to them, the man would definitely not let Xu Zhifeng go.

How sure was he of escaping?

Blooming thought a lot, but in reality it only passed for a moment.

He remembered that there was no unsolvable deadlock in the secret room, but there were conditions that triggered the deadlock.

The intuitively existing dead end will not happen, but if the player himself actively triggers a certain death condition, it is unavoidable.

Like now.

Xu Zhifeng led them to this high platform as if they were burnt together, and on the high platform was a famous painting composed of real wax figures, "Where do we come from?"

who are we?

Where are we going?

And with the rapid vibration of the high platform, the people in the cabinet under the stage shrank back in fear.

There is no way to move in full bloom.

He could only watch helplessly as the man's hand passed through the crowd and reached his chest.

He heard Wen Renxiao's rapid breathing, Zhuang Han's scream from a distance, and his own calm heartbeat.

Death is coming.

But at the next moment, he felt as if his body was tightly bound by a pair of hands, and it was that familiar temperature again.

He was forced to turn around, raised his eyes with difficulty, and saw Wen Renxiao's face in the pale light everywhere.

There is a small doubt in my heart, like a superficial touch, passing by in shock.

Immediately afterwards, in front of blooming eyes, the man's hand passed through Wen Renxiao's chest.

With blood splattering everywhere, Shengkai opened his eyes wide.

The man's hand touched Wen Renxiao's chest a few times, as if the action of pulling out his heart was hindered.

It was also the moment when the man hesitated, Wen Renxiao quickly flipped his wrist, and blue light poured out from all directions, engulfing the two of them in an instant.

The blue light formed a small house with square corners. This independent space separated the two from the outside world, and the surroundings were very quiet.

Shengkai knelt beside Wen Renxiao, supported his crumbling body with one hand, and felt for his pulse with the other.

His heart was beating violently, which seemed to be a sign of panic.

He didn't know why his unreasonable panic came from, he just felt cold in his heart, and even his teeth made a "creak" sound unconsciously.

Until his trembling hand finally landed on the side of Wen Renxiao's neck.

There is no interest.

Shengkai's knees softened, and even Wen Renxiao's body rolled to the side.

He frowned, grabbed Wen Renxiao's collar unwillingly, and cursed in a low voice:

"You're fucking sick!

Do I know you and you block the knife for me?

Are you going to let me inherit your behest and continue to serve the people? "

Cursing and cursing, the voice changed.

From the very beginning, he felt that the way Wen Renxiao looked at him seemed familiar.

But he couldn't describe this feeling, whenever he wanted to test Wen Renxiao's tone, the latter would behave like a snail's tentacles, retracting into its shell as soon as it touched something.

He had just escaped from the real world that suffocated him, as if he was about to pry into the so-called truth, this person waved goodbye to him holding a key that might open the door to his heart.

The heat of the pocket watch on the neck dropped, and it was stuck to the blooming chest, icy cold.

He wanted to laugh a little, so he pulled the corners of his mouth reluctantly, but his brows and eyes remained silent.

Blooming lowered her head, her eyes were full of twilight.

Suddenly, with a twitch between his eyebrows, he found a card oozing light in Wen Renxiao's pocket.

That is an exclusive card for everyone in the Chamber of Secrets.

The dead Chen Hui and Shen Xiu were white and black respectively, the blooming ones were blue, and Wen Renxiao, like Zhuang Han, was red.

However, at this moment, this small red card, as if being burned by a flame, began to fade unevenly from the edges.

The bright red was slowly covered by gold, like a piece of gold leaf being pinched at the fingertips in full bloom, and at the same time, a note fell out of thin air.

Before Blooming could respond, Wen Renxiao's wounds healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

He froze for a moment, then raised his head abruptly, and bumped into the man's gentle blue eyes.

bloom:

"..."

Damn, Bai is sad.

I don't know if he saw what Shengkai did, he just leaned on Shengkai, with a faint smile on his lips.

There was still blood on the corner of Wen Renxiao's mouth, and the color of his lips became abnormally gorgeous due to the blood stain.

His facial features are not soft, and the gentle temperament of his whole body is supported by those smiling eyes. He is staring straight at Blossoming, which inevitably makes the latter have some other thoughts.

Shengkai was sad and angry, and his current state of mind was mixed with inexplicable joy. When his mood fluctuated for a while, his eyes fell back on Wen Renxiao's thin lips.

An absurd idea arises in due course.

He thought so, and he did so.

Wen Renxiao's chin was forcefully lifted by Shengkai, and the two exchanged a moist kiss in this small space.

In Wen Renxiao's astonished eyes, the blooming lips and tongue rushed straight in, and they fiddled with his mouth as if to vent their anger before they would give up.

In the end, he straightened his body and raised his eyebrows:

"Honestly, are you coveting my beauty if you block the knife for me?"

Wen Renxiao's clear water-like eyes seemed to be darker in color, like shiny emeralds.

"I am married."

bloom:

"..."

Come on, it turned out that he was still a mistress.

"All of you married men like to hang out like this outside?"

Sheng Kai said, "A pigeon egg for a while, a BMW for a while, and you'll just give up your life right here."

A smile flashed across Wen Renxiao's eyes:

"But leave."

"..."

Blooming speechless for a moment, hesitantly said:

"why?"

"We had a fight."

The smile in Wen Renxiao's eyes faded away, and his gaze fell from Shengkai's face to the void, "Then he abandoned his husband and son, and never returned home."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

Suddenly, Wen Renxiao let out a chuckle, an uncontrollable smile poured out from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were stained with gentle water.

"You really believe it?"

Blooming a blind eye rolled up to the sky.

Wen Renxiao:

"Actually, I've never been married. I lied to you."

Shengkai didn't bother to go along with Wen Renxiao's bad taste, he squatted down and picked up the card from the ground.

He knew every word written on it, but he was still distracted while looking at it.

Although Wen Renxiao concealed it very well, Shenghua still caught a trace of sadness from it.

This matter should have nothing to do with him, but for some reason, the sour feeling seemed to be contagious, flowing from Wen Renxiao's eyes to Shenghua's heart.

He was so sour that he almost choked on tears.

Wen Renxiao saw that Shengkai bowed his head and was silent for a long time, then he also went to the note.

He glanced over and read aloud.

"The townspeople drawn by my brother are too bad, I have to give them some color."

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