Forces of Temptation

Jiang Fang's first PVP match was quite similar to the current situation.

The scene is a bungalow.

It's just that in comparison, the area of ​​that bungalow is relatively small, at most a thousand square meters.

It is not a battlefield full of flames of war, and the opponents are not these experienced veterans who can enter the fighting state in an instant.

The rules of the game are also very simple.

The two teams had three days to fight each other. In the end, the two teams each entered a special room and took turns blowing on the same Xun-shaped musical instrument mounted on the wall to prove that they were still alive.

If someone wants to cheat, if he blows more than once, when his mouth touches the mouth of the xun for the second time, he will die on the spot.

One chance per person, quite fair.

In the end, whichever team can breathe more people will win.

The winner will receive an S-level prop and enjoy the benefits of resurrection for all members.

All members of the loser's team must stay in this bungalow forever.

...Of course, in the form of a corpse.

This is the first time for everyone to enter this kind of PVP mode where either you die or I live. When face to face, they are interested in each other, and they are not very willing to put their faces down and go straight to it.

After staring at each other for a while, the two teams maintained a superficial harmony and said a lot of scenes about sincere unity.

In the end, everyone cheered and reached a consensus:

There are at least three more days, don't worry, we can think of a way together to tide over the difficulties together.

This is of course just talk.

Because Jiang Fang led a larger team than the opponent.

Such an embarrassing situation, of course, can only be a predicament specially set up for them by the game planner behind the scenes.

The purpose is also very clear: to induce and force the side with fewer people to act quickly.

Otherwise, if you delay for a while, you will be in danger for a while.

Jiang Fang thought that the other team would be more anxious than himself.

But he didn't expect to be so anxious.

He was so anxious that he was drugged during the first dinner that the two teams had together.

There are enough food reserves in the bungalow, and even wine.

When Jiang Fang was wearing an apron and cooking, the captain of the other party, Sheng Yimin, an honest man in his early 40s with [Answer], picked up a bottle of wine on the wine rack, observed it, and took the initiative to talk to Jiang Fang: "This brandy is not bad, it's 70 years old."

Jiang Fang glanced at him, showing some interest: "70 years?"

Seeing that he was interested, Sheng Yimin continued his efforts: "You are hairy...cough, are you of Russian blood? I heard that you all can drink?"

Jiang Fang lowered his eyelashes, with a gentlemanly demeanor: "It's okay."

After receiving the wine bottle, after confirming that the good wine was behind him, Jiang Fang did as Sheng Yimin wished, and said, "Excuse me, pour me a glass."

Jiang Fang has always been a walking wine barrel. After drinking a glass of wine, his face is neither red nor pale, and he continues to chop vegetables steadily.

He pretended that he didn't notice the abnormality in the wine at all.

The tip of his tongue has been soaked in all kinds of wine.

The subtle fruity sweetness mixed in the wine does not belong to any kind of brandy.

Such a shame for such a good wine.

I have to say that his opponent this time was a bit clumsy, and his acting skills could barely score 70 points.

However, after all, before being imprisoned by "Gravity", everyone was honestly being themselves. It is understandable that there are few abnormal humans like Jiang Fang who welded a semi-permanent friendly mask on their faces.

Jiang Fang was not surprised by the other party's act of drugging.

This is their hopeful encounter with another team of survivors.

Unfortunately, neither the place nor the timing of the encounter was good.

When a werewolf kills, it is common sense that the one who is the most skilled at the first knife and the most threatening is the one.

The only question is what effect the drug will have.

Jiang Fang was basically sure that what he took was the medicine called [Answer].

In Sheng Yimin's team, I am afraid that none of them has taken [Answer].

He is lying.

He has been going round and round trying to get Jiang Fang to try [Answer], probably because he is reluctant to throw away this S-level item with unknown functions and difficult to distinguish good or bad, and he is worried about the consequences of taking it rashly, so he wants to deceive Jiang Fang. Be a guinea pig.

If Jiang Fang took it, there were no side effects, and it was even beneficial, then Sheng Yimin, who had a large amount of [Answer], tried the medicine for free.

If Jiang Fang was poisoned and died, his team would be leaderless, and chaos would be inevitable. Sheng Yimin would even have the upper hand in this PVP.

Therefore, no matter what the possibility is, Sheng Yimin will make a steady profit.

After figuring this out, Jiang Fang smiled and readily accepted such a trap.

At dinner, he was sitting in the crowd with a smile on his face, holding a glass of wine, watching Sheng Yimin's hypocrisy, shuttled between the team members of the two teams like a butterfly. He cast a nervous glance at himself, watching his reaction.

Every time at this time, Jiang Fang raised his empty glass to him without hesitation, admiring Lao Sheng's unnatural and flustered expression at that moment, tried and tested repeatedly, and didn't care about the possible death in his heart, and even found it interesting .

Jiang Fang looked humble and gentle, but he always looked down on everything, including his own life.

He didn't mind taking a gamble with Sheng Yimin.

The premise is that Jiang Fang himself has a grade A drug that can remove the debuff status.

Of course, he doesn't know if A-level items can work against S-level items.

So he has to observe, observe how toxic [Answer] is.

Under this kind of PVP rules, with Nanzhou around, they would always win.

Therefore, the degree of toxicity determines how Sheng Yimin will die.

I don't know whether it's luck or misfortune, but in Sheng Yimin's team, there happened to be no player who had brushed the copy of "Eternal Day".

Therefore, even if Nan Zhou swaggered in front of them, they would not be able to recognize it.

What's more, apart from his good looks and low-key, Nanzhou's personality is quite introverted and quiet. When he eats with everyone, he sits on the stool at the end, and while eating, he tilts his head up and listens patiently to the greasy-haired and pink-faced person who comes to strike up a conversation. The man speaks.

I don't know what happened, but every time Jiang Fang's wanton eyes turned to Nan Zhou, he didn't want to stay for a moment, so he quickly moved away.

Jiang Fang traced back to the source of this vision, and found that probably after he realized that he had reacted to Nan Zhou, he intentionally lost touch with Nan Zhou.

As if afraid of something.

Jiang Fang pressed the hard and cold glass to his lips, thinking with a smile, it's ridiculous.

What is he afraid of?What are you hiding from?

With such a lesson learned from the past, he would be crazy to love someone.

Let alone a virtual person like Nanzhou.

It's just that when he was thinking about this matter, his eyes refused to stay on Nan Zhou.

He looked in the completely opposite direction to Nan Zhou, but the fruity aroma of brandy in his mouth became stronger and stronger.

It's apple flavored.

After finishing a lonely banquet, Jiang Fang simply cleaned up the leftovers and went back to the room alone.

...By the way, he took out the recording pen.

This is his habit.

Whenever he entered a dungeon, he never forgot to turn on the recording pen, record the information, and play it back afterwards, so as not to miss some details.

This time, Jiang Fang did not hope to obtain any effective information.

The other players are not fools, and of course they will not conspire loudly, revealing their inner suspicions and schemes.

He was just out of habit, and it sounded like he was just passing the time.

While waiting for the onset of toxicity, he lay on the big soft bed, listening to everyone’s meaningless gags in the recording, but he was thinking about another thing.

He remembered [answering] the poem.

So he wrote in his notebook that classic line about the "mean" and the "noble."

He conveniently drew a circle on "Despicable", and dropped a "?" next to it.

Jiang Fang guessed endlessly, could it be that the effect of the medicine in [Answer] could change one's temperament?

Bury the "noble" in people's hearts, make people "despicable" and win?

At that time, Jiang Fang certainly didn't know that he directly touched the essence of the [answer] prop.

He tapped the notebook twice with the tip of his pen, and continued to speculate.

In this way, is this a targeted drug that awakens the "despicableness" in the human heart?

No.

The concept of "mean" seems to be too thin.

Perhaps it can be understood as "desire".

If it can magnify people's inner desires, it is like adding chips to the balance of people's hearts little by little, making them sink and not know it, which is more reasonable and terrifying.

Thinking of this step, Jiang Fang couldn't help feeling amused.

That being said, he might not be able to die yet.

And the effect of this medicine on oneself needs to be questioned.

Because after much deliberation, Jiang Fang couldn't figure out what his desire would be.

He is not short of money, does not smoke or drink, and is not particularly attached to food, drink and housing.

Gambling is just one of his means of making a living, so he is not good at gambling.

He even lacks the desire to survive that everyone has.

His desire to live and return to reality is not very strong.

What Jiang Fang wanted had long since ceased to exist.

But is there any reason for a bird who is used to freedom to be nostalgic for the birdcage?

Since he couldn't think of the answer for a while, Jiang Fang didn't think about it.

He circled the word "Answer" with a pen again.

His thinking went a step further.

So far, Jiang Fang is still not completely sure whether this "answer" is the other "answer".

What if the person responsible for writing the text of the game just named it randomly?

If the first two lines of the poem "Answer" were too famous, Jiang Fang would not think in this direction.

For others, perhaps they only know the two most popular phrases of "despicable person" and "noble person", which may not be able to match the title of the poem "Answer".

Did he think too much?

It is best.

Otherwise, the message revealed behind this would be too creepy.

——The planners of the game have figured out their civilization bit by bit, and used the civilization of human beings to design props and dungeons one by one.

This feeling is really strange and terrifying.

When Jiang Fang's thoughts went all the way, he heard Nan Zhou's voice: "Brother Fang, what are you having for dinner?"

His attention returned instantly, and he looked at the recording pen at hand.

This conversation happened about an hour ago, so Jiang Fang still had some impressions.

He even silently continued his next question: "What do you want to eat?"

Nan Zhou ordered: "Apple pie."

Jiang Fang: "Do we still have apples?"

Nan Zhou: "I don't bring much out."

Nan Zhou: "...Well. Let's not do it then."

At that time, Nanzhou's unyielding little eyes should be quite cute.

Because Jiang Fang heard a gentle smile from himself: "I'm sorry. We will replenish the stock when we get to a place with apples."

This conversation is very ordinary.

But Jiang Fang frowned.

He had heard his own voice many times, but he had never heard such a tenderness that made one's skin crawl.

What made him even more incomprehensible was that he accidentally rewound this meaningless recording.

After rewinding tens of seconds, Jiang Fang let go of his hand.

Just right, he heard Nan Zhou calling him "Brother Fang".

The cold and indifferent tone, but he didn't know what kind of combustion accelerant was added, which made his heart burst into flames.

Jiang Fang put his fingertips on the sound outlet of the recording pen, stroked it up and down, and felt his voice with his fingertips.

As if in this way he could touch the man's open and closed lips.

Soft, nice and warm.

After realizing what he was doing, Jiang Fang suddenly let go, and swept the recording pen under the bed casually.

The recording pen bounced twice on the soft floor, without even making a louder sound, it easily stirred up an echo in Jiang Fang's heart that made his scalp tingle.

When can he promise "later" with Nan Zhou?

Jiang Fang immediately found an explainable excuse for his strange behavior.

This is the "drawbridge effect".

Under the feet is a bottomless abyss, a creaking suspension bridge that will break at any time.

The two walked among them, embracing each other tightly, mistaking the beating of fear for love for each other.

This was the most dangerous thing for Jiang Fang, who was always afraid of heights.

He closed his eyes and tightened the corners of his eyes, forcing himself to get out of this unprovoked and useless emotion.

He didn't wait for the discomfort to end, but he waited for Nan Zhou to come first.

Nan Zhou, who had a fever, happened to be having the same dream.

He walked into a room,

The sky outside the window is gray, and the gray is all over the sky, penetrating into people's hearts.

Brother Fang was sitting on the bed.

He didn't seem very comfortable, with one hand tightly sunk into the soft mattress, and the other hand pinching his eyebrows.

Nan Zhou walked up to him silently and asked, "Have a headache?"

Jiang Fang's shoulders tightened, and only then did he notice Nan Zhou's arrival.

He only briefly met his gaze, then turned away: "There is no sound when you walk, is it a cat?"

Although the tone was joking, his guttural voice was as tight as his shoulders, as if he was deliberately avoiding something.

Nan Zhou was a little curious, and tilted his head to follow his gaze: "What's wrong with you?"

Jiang Fang Xuxu closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and did not answer his question.

This is really rare, and it aroused Nanzhou's curiosity even more.

Nan Zhou squatted down in front of Jiang Fang, spreading his arms on his knees: "Brother Fang?"

Such an ordinary physical touch seemed to suddenly turn on a button.

Jiang Fang grabbed his wrist, threw him onto the bed, twisted his waist, and he was over Nan Zhou.

Because such behavior was really disrespectful to Jiang Fang, Nan Zhou forgot to resist on the contrary, let him bully himself, and looked at him curiously.

In contrast to his violent movements, he is expressionless and eerily calm.

The atmosphere in the room froze for a moment, and was broken by the sound of a loud key.

The key was taken out of Nanzhou's windbreaker pocket, and it smelled of sweet men's perfume.

Jiang Fang swished the key in front of his eyes, and silently asked where the key came from.

This key was given to him by the greasy-haired, pink-faced man who struck up a conversation with him at the dinner table.

Nan Zhou also explained the background very happily, and said: "He said that if I am bored at night, I can go to him."

Jiang Fang: "You accepted it?"

Nan Zhou was a little surprised, because this was the most obvious fact.

Anyway, he wasn't bored with Jiang Fang, so he definitely wouldn't go looking for that person.

He didn't quite understand why Jiang Fang asked, and even hesitated to answer: "Yes."

After the "hmm", Nan Zhou felt that Jiang Fang's palm on the side of his face was suddenly clenched into a fist.

Immediately afterwards, the bunch of keys was thrown out of the window with a clatter.

Nan Zhou's eyes followed the bunch of keys and ran away, but soon, his face was straightened by Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang's expression was very strange.

He pressed his forehead against Nan Zhou's, and the tail of his silvery white hair fell on Nan Zhou's shoulder, giving him an itchy touch.

Nan Zhou heard him speak slowly and said something strange.

"...Don't go on other people's bridges." Jiang Fang said softly, "Go my way."

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