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Smelling the very faint scorching woody fragrance he left on the back of Zhou Yan's neck, Lu Chenzhao couldn't stand it, and had an untimely thought. Seeing that the door of 304 convalescent room was open, he half pushed and half held Zhou Yan's door open. Sent into the door.

When he withdrew his hand, his fingertips wiped vigorously on the side of Zhou Yan's neck with nostalgia.

Zhou Yan turned his head and glared at Lu Chenzhao. The eyes covered by Lu Chenzhao's hands were clear, and the end of the eyes were slightly red: "What are you doing?"

"Zhou Yan, if I really want to do something, what do you think between us..." Lu Chenzhao smiled, his eyes moved down Zhou Yan's eyes, and fell heavily on Zhou Yan's tightly closed lips, his tone was a bit frivolous, "Will it be this distance?"

One stood inside the door and one stood outside the door.

Half a meter apart, there is a clear distinction between Wei and Wei.

Zhou Yan met Lu Chenzhao's gaze, and when he saw the expression on Lu Chenzhao's face, he couldn't help being stunned.

Lu Chenzhao's expression is always mixed, showing half and hiding half, Zhou Yan can guess his inner thoughts, but it is rare to see Lu Chenzhao writing his inner thoughts on his face.

But at this moment, Lu Chenzhao's emotions and desires were all on his face, warm and straightforward.

So straightforward that Zhou Yan didn't need to think about it, he was surrounded by Lu Chenzhao's desires just by looking at it, and understood what Lu Chenzhao wanted to do.

Human desires and emotions are presumably contagious.

Zhou Yan turned his face unnaturally, and looked away from Lu Chenzhao's face: "Still leaving?"

Zhou Yan did this, although he suppressed the strange thoughts in his heart, but also exposed his red ears and neck to Lu Chenzhao's eyes.

Feeling that Zhou Yan must have thoughts about him, Lu Chenzhao lowered his eyes and took half a step forward.

"I wanted to leave..."

Zhou Yan wanted to turn around, but Lu Chenzhao's right hand pinned his neck.

In the next second, Lu Chenzhao's hot breath brushed past the edge of Zhou Yan's cheek and landed on Zhou Yan's left ear.

What fell together was Lu Chenzhao's kiss.

And the nibble that brushes the red mole on the earlobe.

"Zhou Yan, good night."

Lu Chenzhao whispered into Zhou Yan's ear.

Seeing that Lu Chenzhao was about to leave, Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows, instinctively raised his hand, and grabbed Lu Chenzhao's arm.

"It's hard to tell, Zhou Yan, you want to be with me so much..." Lu Chenzhao raised his eyebrows, and deliberately stopped at a place that attracted people's imagination.

"For the first time, I couldn't control it."

Zhou Yan suppressed all the feelings that were almost ignited, and his face was like a quiet lake: "It won't happen next time."

Thus, the itchy person became Lu Chenzhao again.

"Zhou Yan, you are really..."

Zhou Yan took a step back, grabbed the door handle, and locked Lu Chenzhao who was trying to enter the door.

Lu Chenzhao looked at the door of room 304 and smiled, then lazily stood leaning against the door of room 304.

When the corners of his mouth were raised, the corners of his brows and eyes became more tender, obviously thinking about something, until it was only a minute before ten o'clock, before he turned and entered the door of the 1 convalescent room.

At ten o'clock in the evening, from 302 to 312 convalescent room, the investigators all stayed safely in their convalescent rooms.

After a simple wash, everyone lay down on the bed wearing the hospital gowns in the closet, and got used to the feeling of sleeping on the hospital bed in advance, so as not to fall asleep at eleven o'clock, which would cause a catastrophe.

Zhou Yan didn't fall asleep naturally.

The moment he was lying on the bed in hospital gown, he fainted from the severe headache and fell into a gloomy and long dream.

In the dream, Zhou Yan stood on the cliff, and on the vast land below, there was a crowd of people who could not see their heads kneeling.

People are dressed in rags and have sad faces. Only when they call on the name of God will they show a bit of inappropriate joy, sick but pious.

"Hear my call,

Master of endless nightmares,

traveler of eternity,

Your servant is asking you. "

……

The overwhelming shouts poured in from below, soaring into the sky. If they turned into reality, they could at least overturn the land on the edge of the cliff.

"Boom--"

The space around the cliff trembled unceasingly.

Zhou Yan swayed slightly, and gradually stabilized his figure.

When looking down at the crowd at the bottom of the cliff, the first thing Zhou Yan saw was not a person, but a huge black shadow covering them, and he couldn't see the end of the shadow at a glance.

As if seeing a miracle, the crowd kneeling below cheered and knelt down, chanting the words of summoning incessantly.

The direction in which the crowd closed their eyes and worshiped was exactly where Zhou Yan was standing.

Zhou Yan moved uncomfortably, and when he turned his head, he saw the towering giant gate standing not far behind him, and went straight to Yunxiao.

When he first came, this door wasn't here yet, and it probably appeared with the shock just now.

The giant door is in a tightly closed state, and its whole body is black. It looks like it is made of some kind of metal, with many bizarre symbols drawn on it.

Zhou Yan had never seen these symbols before, nor did he understand what the symbols represented, but subconsciously felt that these symbols were unusually friendly, as if they were an integral part of his life.

He looked up, his eyes from top to bottom, until his eyes almost fell to the ground, only to find a black chair in front of the giant door.

The back of the chair is about two meters high, and the material and pattern are the same as those of the giant black door.

Zhou Yan somehow felt that he should have sat in that chair somewhere.

He stared at the chair with its back facing him, and walked forward step by step.

When he was about to walk to the chair, Zhou Yan noticed that there was a young man in black sitting on the chair.

Just looking at his arm on the armrest, Zhou Yan's eyes began to feel pain.

"Don't look directly at God."

It was the man sitting in the chair who was talking.

His voice was the same as that heard by Zhou Yan when he was dreaming in the staff dormitory building of Experimental Primary School, familiar yet unfamiliar.

Zhou Yan closed his eyes and thought, so it turns out that He is the object of the people's summoning, the evil god that the summoning words pointed to, the legendary owner of the infinite nightmare, and the god Zhou Yan and the humanoid monsters believed in.

"Don't waste time on me." Zhou Yan frowned, "Although I'm considered your believer, I won't do things for you, let alone try to revive you."

"Are you really just my follower?"

The young man stood up and walked in front of Zhou Yan.

"Open your eyes." The young man's voice was cold, and there was an undetectable tenderness in his tone, "Others can't look directly at God, but you can."

Just listening to his voice, Zhou Yan felt that the other party was particularly trustworthy.

No matter how vigilant he was, Zhou Yan still opened his eyes.

Then, I saw a face exactly like his.

It's like looking in a mirror.

"I am you, and you are me."

The young evil god said so.

Eyes and head hurting violently, Zhou Yan suddenly opened his eyes and escaped from the dream.

It was 45:10 p.m., nearly [-] minutes since Zhou Yan passed out on the bed.

Only one bedside lamp was on in the 304 convalescent room. Zhou Yan sat up in the dim light, his eyebrows and eyes were as black as ink.

He may not be a follower of the evil god, but the evil god himself.

After a few days, Zhou Yan had this thought again.

Zhou Yan turned the silver watch on his left wrist, and turned off the light with a cold face.

Unfortunately, the darkness didn't calm him down.

Zhou Yan got up and sat for a while, then took a piece of clothing from the chair next to the bed in the dark, put it on the quilt, and lay down again.

Feeling that the familiar smell was not close enough to him, Zhou Yan frowned, and pulled the clothes stained with the hot woody fragrance to his side.

Soon at 55:311 p.m., most of the investigators living on the third floor of Mingshan Nursing Home fell asleep. Only Shi Mengyu, who lives in [-], lay on the bed with his eyes open, unable to fall asleep.

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