[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy Game

"What kind of girl will you look for in the future?" Qi Meng turned back to look ahead, thought for a while and added tentatively: "Or a boy?"

"You're so smart." Jiang Wuyuan didn't shy away.

Qi Meng suddenly widened his eyes and looked at him sideways: "You..."

"What about me?" Jiang Wuyuan asked.

"You have a good eye." Qi Meng smiled and patted him on the shoulder vigorously: "Don't worry, I'm not prejudiced, and it doesn't matter age or gender to pursue someone you like."

"But, I'm the only one!" Qi Meng took a few steps forward and turned around.

Jiang Wuyuan saw that he didn't speak, and the two of them chatted all over again, Qi Mengyue became more and more excited as he talked, from his previous life experiences when he was in school and all the good and small things that happened after he came to station M. All over again.

"I have a good friend named Li Ziyang." Qi Meng finally said this.

"Huh?" Jiang Wuyuan responded.

"I don't praise people, but I think you are a very good person, in terms of games and life. Although you may be a little abrupt, I really think you are very good in such a short time," Qi Meng kicked the stones on the road , one kicked it hard into the flower bed, he withdrew his foot, and walked back slowly following Jiang Wuyuan's pace: "If possible, I want to be friends with you, brothers, Tiezi, this may be love at first sight."

The last few words were really not so suitable for the occasion, and they completely broke the originally beautiful atmosphere, but also because of this, the two laughed together for a long time, and Jiang Wuren patted the back of Qi Meng's head: "Isn't it just now?" Well, I forgot so quickly."

Qi Meng covered his head happily: "I know, I know!"

"Go back and get a good night's sleep, don't be in a bad state for tomorrow's live broadcast." In the corridor, Jiang Wuyuan reached out to ruffle his hair.

The action was a little ambiguous, but there was nothing wrong with both of them being generous, Qi Meng smiled and said, "Okay, Brother Jiang."

Qi Meng's broadcast usually starts at [-]:[-] pm and ends at [-]:[-] pm, but Jiang Wuyuan's broadcasting time is a bit shorter, because he has to work during the day, so the broadcast starts at [-]:[-] pm.

When Qi Meng woke up at noon, Jiang Wuyuan sent him a message to go out. After Qi Meng ordered takeaway and ate his fill, he went to check the paintings, signs, etc. that appeared in the angel's funeral. Go through the information, including the giant deer whirlwind pattern that I didn't know what clue it was at the beginning.

But that's all the clues, and it's irrelevant if you find it, Qi Meng took a sip of the cold instant coffee, leaning on the gaming chair and thinking.

Then he got a few pieces of blank paper and a pen from nowhere, drew the pattern, and wrote the two words about God and desire next to it.

Then there are the four archangels, Gabriel, Michael, Raphael, and Uriel.

The coffins of the other three are empty. Is it because they themselves have become statues, or because they have not become people?

Guardians, Four Angels, Statues, Tombs, Lilies and Roses, Please Say No, and... Gabriel.

Where do these clues point?

All the problems are like a ball of wool that can’t find the end of the thread. Qi Meng played this kind of game for the first time. After playing for two days, all the clues and purpose are not clear. The first game said that this is a decryption game. It is to allow players to escape from the castle and discover the truth in the castle, but until now, the truth of what to discover is unclear.

"What do you mean..." Qi Meng turned his pen and sighed, suddenly the phone on the table lit up, then vibrated, Qi Meng picked up the phone and connected: "Hello?"

"Excuse me, is this Mr. Qi Meng? Your friend Jiang Wuchen is currently in the Central Hospital. Could you please come over and have a look?"

Scam?

Qi Meng glanced at the phone strangely, it was Jiang Wuyuan's number, and he said, "Let Jiang Wuyuan answer the phone."

"Your friend is unconscious and can't answer the phone." After speaking to the other party, he sent a multimedia message to Qi Meng, and a photo of Jiang Wuyuan wearing an oxygen mask.

Qi Meng shook his hands, stood up abruptly and rushed towards the door, and hailed a taxi when he went downstairs, and when he reached the gate of the community, the taxi was already waiting.

"Hurry up, Central Hospital!" Qi Meng stepped into the passenger seat anxiously.

The master driver glanced at him, probably knowing what the passenger was in a hurry, he let out a cry, and kicked the accelerator and flew out.

There was the ward number sent by the medical staff in the mobile phone. Qi Meng got out of the car and went straight to Jiang Wuyuan's ward. He saw the man lying on the bed with his eyes closed and his face pale. There was an ECG monitor beside him. .

Damn, this is completely different from yesterday.

Qi Meng's legs softened, and he helped the fence on the hospital bed. At this time, the doctor next to him said, "He has serious stomach cancer. Do you know his family? There is no family information on his mobile phone."

Qi Meng was stunned by this sentence, and stared at the doctor in disbelief: "What did you say? Stomach...stomach cancer?"

"Don't you know?" asked the doctor.

"I don't know...I don't know." Qi Meng's mind went blank, and he was even more at a loss than before when he couldn't find any clues. For a moment, he wondered if Jiang Wuresent was joking with him, but soon he knew it was impossible .

Qi Meng went to check Jiang Wuyuan's phone, it was unlocked and could be opened soon, but there was no one in contact except him, no wonder the doctor called him.

"Then how is he doing now?" Qi Meng didn't even notice that his voice was shaking.

"The situation is very serious. You have to undergo chemotherapy or give up." The doctor looked at him: "We still need to find his family."

"I have no family." A voice suddenly came from the bed, "Get me out of the hospital."

"Brother Jiang!" Qi Meng immediately went to him and took his hand: "How do you feel, is there anything uncomfortable?"

Jiang Wuyuan woke up, shook his head, took off the oxygen mask and said to the doctor: "I don't have any family anymore, I don't want chemotherapy, let me go out of the hospital."

"If you still have chemotherapy..." the doctor wanted to persuade him.

"I know." Jiang Wuyuan said, "I know how long I have left, thank you for your kindness."

Qi Meng stood beside him and held his hand. He knew that he was not qualified to intervene at this time, but his hand was getting harder and harder.

Jiang Wuyuan turned to look at him, and said with a smile, "I'm fine, let's go back together."

After completing the discharge procedures, Jiang Wuyuan seemed to have returned to the normal state of yesterday, and there seemed to be nothing wrong. They hailed a taxi, and Qi Meng kept looking out the window in the car.

"Sorry." Jiang Wuyuan said.

Qi Meng turned his head: "What?"

"Sorry." Jiang Wuyuan pursed his lips, "I don't seem to be able to do what I promised you."

"Then you..." Qi Meng's eyes suddenly turned red, "Why didn't you treat him?"

Jiang Wuyuan looked at him, and suddenly laughed: "The treatment will only last for a year at most, it doesn't matter if it's cured or not, the appearance of chemotherapy is too ugly, it's not good-looking."