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Gojo Satoru didn't mean to be angry with Sakai Natsuki, but he didn't want to see Sakai Natsuki's injury get worse when he was around.The blood needed to fill the gate was beyond imagination. It was already a miracle that she didn't die from blood loss. It would be suicide to continue to break the closed wound.

He lowered his head and glanced at the girl's guilty expression, then took the bottle she handed over to her and raised the corners of his mouth: "Help me look at the pointer of the balance."

Misunderstanding resolved.Sakai Natsuki breathed a sigh of relief under the softened expression of the white-haired boy. She turned around and walked to the left of Gojo Satoru, staring at the constantly swinging pointer on the balance with piercing eyes.

When she finished all the preparations and was short of Gojo Satoru's bloodletting, Sakai Naizuki realized that she seemed to be acting based on his face. She couldn't figure out why things turned out like this, but it seemed that she unconsciously Just formed this habit.

very scary.

Nazuki Sakai wondered in a daze whether she should stand up as an npc, but if she suddenly made trouble now, it seemed that she was a little unreasonable.

She comforted herself that as long as Gojo Satoru was willing to simply end the game, everything would be fine. Before that, he could do whatever he liked, and she would definitely cooperate.

While she was letting go of her thoughts, Gojo Satoru over there had already begun to remove the gauze from her hand.The pure white cloth has been stained red by excessive blood, and the inner layers are almost completely soaked.

The saturated liquid dripped down the gauze onto the yellowed tabletop. Gojo Satoru placed the glass bottle on the tray on the right side of the balance, and the pointer to the left swung back a few degrees.

Perhaps it was because the time was too short, the wound on the severed finger hadn't healed yet.The pink flesh became darker due to oxidation, the white bones were severely worn, and there were some rough barbs on the cross section.

The action of tearing off the gauze caused the ungrown flesh to be torn again, sporadic pieces of meat and damaged skin stuck to the gauze and fell together with the discarded cloth.

The moment Wujo Satoru was torn apart, Wujo Satoru was shocked by the pain, but it may be that he had already had a psychological expectation, so the pain was still within his tolerance.He calmly put the bleeding severed hand on the mouth of the bottle, and filled the falling blood into the bottle.

The bright red gradually accumulates in the transparent glass, and the rich color is extremely dazzling under white light.

Sakai Natsuki leaned over to look at the pointer in the indexing plate, and when it was about to move from the left to the middle, it got stuck and shouted: "It's ok!"

After hearing the instruction, Gojo Satoru quickly withdrew his hand, and the balance with the glass products stabilized at the same height after a slight shake.At the same time, a slight clicking sound came from the wires connecting them together, and then the entire stone carving door changed.

The blood that filled the groove suddenly boiled up, they kept shaking, and rushed to the bottom of the door little by little.Like the ebbing tide, the blood flowed down along the sunken lines, and finally gathered in the crack of the door, where it was completely swallowed by the unknown blackness, as if it had never appeared before.

Gojo Satoru and Sakai Natsuki walked towards the gate, the red mark remaining on the gate was dim and dirty.He stretched out his hand to touch it, and the dry and hard feeling of the tentacles surprised him to find that the blood was really completely absorbed, and what was left was only the color that had been changed in countless times of soaking.

The scene of shaking the earth and mountains he imagined did not happen. After drinking the blood, a gap quietly appeared in the middle of the door, which was as quiet as a hallucination.

"What, it's too lacklustre," Gojo Satoru looked at the scene that was not magnificent at all, and curled his lips, "Isn't it better than that cabinet? It's a pity that we took so much effort to open the door .”

Sakai Natsuki nodded with a pale face.

For some reason, after the blood on the door disappeared, her body became inexplicably weaker, as if her life force was being absorbed by the swallowed blood.

She had already recovered a lot of energy, but because of this abnormality dissipated, she felt even more tired than when she was just awakened by Gojo Satoru.

What the hell did Countess Mary do to her?

She manipulated her weak arms to push the opened stone door, and the ominous premonition in her heart made Sakai Natsuki want to end the game quickly.

Gojo Satoru felt a little strange with the weak voice of the blond girl. He stared at Sakai Nazuki who was standing in front of the door and was trying to open the door, and he took two steps forward to push the door made of stone with her: "Nazuki, what's wrong with you?" ?”

With the strength of one more person, the door was easily pushed open. Sakai Natsuki calmed down her heavy breathing, and smiled, "It's okay, the door is just a little heavy."

Gojo Satoru's expression froze for a moment after hearing these words. He looked down at Sakai Natsuki's bloodless cheeks, and held her cold hand: "Is that so..."

The seemingly solid stone door does not require much effort to push it.Even for him whose strength is only 20, it is easy to open. How could Sakai Natsuki feel that the door is heavy?

Gojo Satoru was keenly aware that something might have happened before he knew it, and he hadn't forgotten about the virus injection, so he couldn't help but hold her hand tighter.

[Strength increase, current strength: 50]

Gojo Satoru was taken aback by the system's sudden broadcast, but what baffled him the most was the content it prompted.In the whole game, the strength value, which was as immobile as a mountain, actually increased by a large amount at this time, directly changing his useless stats to normal people.

what's going on?Gojo Satoru's gaze passed the opened door, and then turned to Sakai Natsuki, dark shadows expanded in the clear sky-like pupils.

He didn't know whether these two things had anything to do with his stat improvement. He thought that the fog that had cleared away and gradually became clearer was shrouded in a hazy white fog in just a few minutes.

There was a dead silence in the laboratory, and the piercing chill wrapped around the two of them like a necrosis, and they fell into silence simultaneously with their own thoughts.

The feeling of suffocation and lack of oxygen caused a little white light to appear in front of Sakai Natsuki's eyes. She had no time to waste with Gojo Satoru, so she restrained herself and tugged at his hand anxiously: "Let's go?"

Once you step through the gates everything seems to change.

The door they just opened closed after letting them in, and the stone without a single gap clearly indicated that they had no possibility of going back on their word.Gojo Satoru was a little thankful that he remembered the archive, but heaviness and depression were the absolute main theme on the road of uncertain future and life and death.

The complete closing of the door allowed the darkness to dominate the whole world. Gojo Satoru let go of the blond girl's hand to search for the flashlight, but no matter how hard he touched it, he couldn't find it.

He suddenly remembered that he seemed to have tied it to his arm before, but with the scuffle with the zombies in the prison, the flashlight had long been lost.

No way... A drop of cold sweat dripped from Gojo Satoru's forehead.

The sound of objects colliding made Sakai Natsuki understand that Gojo Satoru was looking for something in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, but his figure was buried in the darkness with perfect fit.She cautiously groped in the dark, and when her fingertips touched the soft fabric, she grabbed the corner of his clothes: "Wu-chan? What's wrong?"

The phone automatically shuts down and the flashlight is lost.Gojo Satoru couldn't find a way to illuminate, he followed the slight pull of the clothes to identify the position of Sakai Natsuki, and firmly held her fingers in the darkness: "The flashlight is gone, we may have to go forward in the dark like this Walk."

This is undoubtedly bad news for them, but it is not realistic to just stand still.Gojo Satoru began his journey with nervousness, his heart pounding in his chest.

Six eyes gave him extraordinary vision. In order not to affect his normal life, sunglasses became his indispensable equipment.In the past, people always said that he looked like a blind man wearing sunglasses, and he really experienced what it was like to be a blind man in the game.

Nervous, worried, struggling.After being deprived of vision, other senses become extraordinarily sharp, especially the never-stopping brain, under the stimulation of darkness, with an uncontrollable posture, it fabricates one crisis after another hidden in the dark.

Broken corpses, monsters drinking blood, and hidden weapons that kill with one blow.

The viscera exposed by disembowelling, the sticky and slippery touch, and the brain bursting out.

A brutal meat grinder.

All kinds of strange deeds kept washing Gojo Satoru's mind, which made him more and more nervous in the unnecessary danger. The rapid heartbeat made his breathing gradually become short of breath, and the desire to vomit began to burn.

But in fact, the road was even straight, without any obstacles, and only the stimulation of his fantasy remained empty.

Gojo Satoru could feel his palm becoming wet in the boundless absurd associations, which also made him unable to tell whether he was holding Sakai Natsuki to protect her, or whether he regarded her as the only reliance in the dark.

The overly obvious strangeness was also conveyed to Sakai Natsuki.She could hear from the young man's broken breath that his current mood was a bit wrong, which also made her extremely curious.

Nazuki Sakai did not expect that Gojo Satoru, who has always been relaxed and could not see the slightest fear, would have such a violent mood swing in this short dark passage, and the fear value that had been maintained at 30 for a long time doubled to 60, heading towards The mark of 70 is moving forward.

The task was almost done.

The pie that fell from the sky hit Natsuki Sakai directly on the head. She was debating whether to pursue the victory and create difficulties to intimidate Gojo Satoru who was about to lose his mind, but the hand that was never let go made her finally dispel it in silence idea.

Sakai Natsuki didn't know what Gojo Satoru was thinking in this dark and gloomy passage, but he never seemed to think that he would harm him too.

She took a deep breath, held the sweaty left hand of the white-haired boy and shook it gently, her dry lips slightly raised: "Wu-chan, relax a bit. There is nothing here."

The girl's voice was steady, and compared with his embarrassment, he was so brave that he looked like a superman.Gojo Satoru wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead with his arm, he forced himself to put aside those chaotic and false images in his mind, and repeated Sakai Natsuki's words in a suggestive way: "I know, there is nothing here—"

At this moment, Gojo Satoru suddenly realized that there seemed to be no way ahead.

The feeling of stepping into the air exploded in his mind, and he staggered and fell into the unknown abyss in horror.

The author says:

Nayue (temporarily soft-hearted): Forget it, let him go, he is not bad.

System: How do you know if you will meet someone more difficult later on?

Nazuki (sluggish): Is it too late for me to go back now?

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