Hush!don't open the door for him

Five hours is not long, nor is it short.

Can find something to do.

Fang Yin dug out the notebook and pen from the study room, and while slowly recalling what happened recently, he wrote it down word by word.

Qin Pinggui dragged a chair and sat beside him, and didn't look at what Fang Yin had written. His eyes fell outside the window. From the balcony on the second floor through the mist, he stared into the distance vainly. I don't know what I'm thinking, I'm lost in thought.

"What did you see in the illusion?" Fang Yin held a pen on his finger, twirled it nimbly at his fingertips, propped his chin with one hand, and suddenly spoke.

Qin Pinggui looked at him with his eyes that had drifted far away.

Fang Yin saw that he didn't speak for a while, so he took the initiative to share the whole process of his second illusion. He talked for a long time, and stopped to take some notes during the talk.

When he looked up, he met Qin Pinggui's questioning eyes. Fang Yin turned his pen and explained actively: "Replay. Write it down, and then stroke it. Maybe it will be useful in the future. Just in case I can get a little bit of this thing Follow the rules, and the days to come will be easier."

Now, they seem to be crossing a river of unknown depth, with no way to go back, so they can only bite the bullet and go forward, with one foot deep and one foot shallow, with no direction and nothing to refer to.

groped.But every step should be written down, maybe he can find some commonalities if there are too many reference cases.There is nothing left for him to do now, work, life, and related social responsibilities are gone.Every day lived becomes the most primal goal, to be alive.

Fang Yin didn't expect Qin Pinggui to be able to talk at length like him.As long as he is still willing to answer a few questions of his own, he is already very good.

"When I first entered the illusion, the one next to you was indeed me." Qin Pinggui listened to the version from Fang Yin's perspective, combined with his own experience, and gained a new understanding of the complete illusion in his heart.

He recalled and said: "Before reaching the third floor, it should be true. On the third floor, what I saw was that you suddenly went to that classroom."

Fang Yin nodded.

That is to say, from that time on, he and Qin Pinggui walked into the two-story space unknowingly, and all the things that happened afterwards no longer overlapped.

What he saw was Qin Pinggui ushering him into that room, and he happened to get lost in Qin Pinggui's place.

Qin Pinggui has already said the following things. He determined the problem of time flow through the number of small light balls on the ring, and then discovered the problem of space. He realized that the people around him were all mutants in disguise. So through the four-corner game, I came to the space where Fang Yin was, and found the real Fang Yin.

Therefore, the reason why they were chased by a large number of mutants in the illusion should be related to Qin Pinggui's forcible violation of the rules.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Yin narrowed his eyes, and the look in Qin Pinggui's eyes gradually became surprised: "You don't know... Every illusion is broken by violence, right?"

Qin Pinggui didn't understand why he asked such a question, and looked at him with disapproval: "Of course not."

The illusion cannot be forcibly broken through violence.

There is one and only one way to leave in each illusion. Mistakes or timeouts will cause you to be unable to leave, and violent destruction of the illusion will directly double the difficulty. In severe cases, you may not even wait until the end of the illusion. die.

The first item in Li Xingxing's handbook was written, and according to Fang Yin's meticulous personality, it was impossible not to have seen it, why would he ask such a question.

Hearing Qin Pinggui's answer, Fang Yin couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or something like that.It's just that Qin Pinggui's stance of not accepting and doing it in the illusion before gave Fang Yin the illusion that as long as he wins the fight, he can survive.

"Fang Yin."

Qin Pinggui suddenly called him.

Fang Yin stopped writing the pen, feeling a little confused, and saw Qin Pinggui's eyes dodge somewhat rarely.He is also straight when sitting in the chair.His back is tense, like a pillar supporting the world standing on his shoulders, and he has never been seen to relax.

After three days of tossing and turning in the illusion, I couldn't rest for a while after I came out.But he still stands like the tallest young white poplar in the Gobi desert.

He poked there blankly, as if he could withstand any wind, sand, rain and snow, which made people feel at ease from the bottom of their hearts.

"What's the matter?" Fang Yin asked him, not knowing what he wanted to say, a little doubt in his light brown eyes, watching him waiting for his next words.

But after Qin Pinggui called him, he had nothing to say. After holding back for a long time, his neck was red, and he asked, "You... how are you doing?"

Fang Yin just laughed.

Qin Pinggui was his predecessor.The two broke up peacefully and have not been in touch since.I didn't expect to see each other again at this time.

"If this didn't happen, I should have a good life." Fang Yin didn't seem to care much about the past of the two of them.It made Qin Pinggui even more uncomfortable.

He has always been a relatively Buddhist child.Life is not turbulent. I was born in an ordinary family and had an ordinary childhood. When I grew up, I fell in love with a boyfriend by chance. Later, I felt that it was inappropriate and we broke up.

He is content with the situation, content with the status quo without the slightest ambition.Without this inexplicable and innocent disaster, Fang Yin's life would be like a glass of the most bland cool drink.No impurities, no waves, no taste, and no temperature.

Fang Yin stretched his waist, like a lazy cat full of sunshine.

If it weren't for the heavy fog outside and no sunlight.

"How did you join Li Xing, can you tell me about it?"

Fang Yin dragged the chair over and sat closer to Qin Pinggui, then asked him with a smile, like an ordinary friend chatting, his eyes were full of curiosity.

Fang Yin already had a rough idea of ​​what the situation outside was like.He wondered if he would ever meet another living acquaintance.In the face of life and death, Qin Pinggui's romantic past with him is somewhat insignificant.

"I can't say that. Sorry."

...Fang Yin's smile froze on his face. The words he heard the most from Qin Pinggui's mouth were such words.

can not say.confidential.Can't tell you yet.Feel sorry……

Fang Yin has long been used to it.

He didn't say anything, and he didn't bother to ask. He just talked about the things he encountered in the first illusion.

Fang Yin is not usually a gossip who talks about everything.

But he is too sleepy now.

He has almost sorted out the things that should be sorted out in the notebook.When I stopped writing, the upper and lower eyelids began to fight, and I couldn't help but want to close them.

Fang Yin had never closed his eyes for such a long time.

I was so sleepy that my soul was out of my body.

But he couldn't sleep yet, Mao Chengcheng was injured, and Zhao Shuyi was taking care of him.Fang Yin had to last for five hours before he could go to rest.He can only force himself to open his eyes by chattering.

Anyway, Qin Pinggui was an old acquaintance, so it shouldn't be a big deal to talk about trivial matters with acquaintances.

Fang Yinzhi was talking nonsense with his muddy head.

"I was still wondering if that text message might be a scam. The ghost knows that the sky has changed outside."

"Ah."

"You said if I didn't take the initiative to come out at that time, and stayed there stupidly waiting for rescue, would I have starved to death?"

"Ah."

"Actually, I was lucky. I met Mao Chengcheng and then Li Xingxing when I came out. Otherwise, I don't know anything now."

"Ah."

"No, I may not be able to live to this day by myself. I can't beat those ugly monsters. I'm ugly, and I'm so strong..."

"Ah."

"Ang, I just finished the lesson plan, so I stayed up all night for nothing. I really want to sleep..."

"Ah."

Qin Pinggui is not a person who can chat.

Fang Yin knew about this all along.But he had to respond to every sentence.When Fang Yin said a word, Qin Pinggui had to respond.But his feedback was monotonous and boring. He obviously wanted to say that he was listening carefully, but no matter how you looked at it, it seemed to be perfunctory.

Fang Yin didn't care much about whether he listened carefully now, he just didn't want to let himself fall asleep.The words came out of his mouth, but he didn't know what the specific content was.

Qin Pinggui's "um" from the subwoofer hit his ears, which made things worse.The rhythm is stable and the tone is soothing, which is especially helpful for sleeping.

Every time he hummed like that, Fang Yin felt that when he blinked, glue was applied to the closed eyelids, and it was extremely laborious to open them.The next time I blink again, maybe it's just the closing movement that doesn't open.

He was really sleepy.

Fang Yin stared hard, trying to wake himself up.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Qin Ping returned for a long time, but didn't hear Fang Yin's next words, so he took the initiative to ask.

Fang Yin was sobered up a little by his anger.

He said weakly, "I'm a little tired."

Qin Pinggui didn't make a sound.

No way, now you don't even like to say a perfunctory "um", right?Fang Yin complained secretly in his heart.

A warm palm was pressed against the back of the neck again.

Qin Pinggui always liked to touch his position, like picking up a chicken.

"Take a rest when you're tired. I'll watch." Qin Pinggui pinched his neck and said.I don't know where to press it.

Fang Yin's drowsiness surged out as if a bank had burst, and he restrained himself for a long time, but now all of them counterattacked like a flood.It was dark in front of my eyes.

Before losing consciousness and falling into a deep sleep, Fang Yin had time to curse secretly in his heart.

He was going to die, he pinched himself unconscious, what was his long struggle just now...

If I knew it, I fell asleep directly.

Fang Yin thought bitterly, and fell directly into sleep.