Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

"Wearing my coat, saying this in front of my face, I'm still worried that something bad will happen to you in the middle of the night..."

Zhong Xun bent his index finger and flicked Jiang Jian's forehead lightly.

"Little heartless."

Jiang Jian was slightly taken aback, turned his wrist, and put away the ballpoint pen.

"Sorry." As he said, he raised the back of his hand and lightly touched the place where Zhong Xun played.

Slightly itchy and soft, light and fluffy, like the tip of a butterfly's wing brushing lightly.

It's like a different kind of forgiveness and tolerance.

"I'm fine." Zhong Xun pointed to his wristband, "I want to know what your record says?"

He looked over suspiciously, and the dim light on the screen gradually dimmed.

"Nothing was said."

Record No. 099 did not answer his question.In addition to violating the person setting warning and punishment notice, there is no extra sound.

It's just a variety show couple, anyone who watches it will know it's fake.

So as long as they act like a couple, it probably doesn't matter whether the two are genuine or superficial.

In fact, hurt cannot be used to negate a relationship.

Even if there are couples and husband-wife relationships, there are still countless tragic cases of violent bloodshed in reality.His proposal may be out of line, and there is no logical problem

However, any program group that is bound by morality and law, and anyone who is bound by the social legal system and civic responsibility will never agree with this method.

Therefore, Chang Ji's silence made him smell something unusual.

Is there an unexplainable acquiescence?

Or did his means of breaking the game touch the boundary and bottom line of the rules?

"It didn't take long for the first episode to figure out the connivance of killing in this show. You are also very talented."

"Hao Gang said that some people would use people to set up rules to harm others, but I didn't expect..."

"Take your time, you've only seen the tip of the iceberg now."

Zhong Xun turned around, knocked on the window, and tried to climb into the ancient pagoda.

He deftly pushed aside the spider web, flipped it in with ease, and patted the dust off his body.After standing still, looking at Jiang Jian outside the window, he wiped off the dust with his cuff.

It is as natural as flowing clouds and flowing water.

"Thank you." Jiang Jian said seriously.

The slender legs stretched in and reached the ground, and with a flexible push of the body, they also got in.

The man who almost became the ghost of his writing a few minutes ago voluntarily helped him clean, no matter how arrogant he was, he would never repay his kindness.

He raised his head and saw Zhong Xun looking at him curiously.

"what happened?"

"It's a bit unexpected. I don't have enough physical strength, but I'm unexpectedly agile. The speed of the one-hit killing just now scared me a bit to be honest."

Jiang Jian touched the wall and walked forward. Asong blew out the lamp before leaving. At this moment, the tower was pitch black, and he could only move forward with the weak natural light.

Hearing Zhong Xun's words, he paused.

"Poor physical strength is a physical problem." His voice echoed slightly in the empty ancient tower, "It was just self-defense just now...it was instinct."

After the man left, he had trained his instinct countless times.

I don't know if Zhong Xun listened or not, but Jiang Jian heard his footsteps fading away, and after a while there was the sound of rummaging through boxes and cabinets.

He walked carefully and stood in the middle.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "cha", and the oil lamp was re-ignited, and the sparks shot up high, illuminating the entire ancient pagoda.

What they saw made them gasp at the same time.

There are layers of tablets behind the oil lamp, and each board is clearly written with the name and year of birth and death of the deceased.

Jiang Jian scanned quickly, and under the dim light, she saw a few names that she had heard from the women in the village during the day.

They are all people who died after being pierced by their souls.

"Chen Yandong has been here before." He pointed to one of the pieces. "The villagers can only remember the approximate time range based on their memories, but the timeline that Chen Yandong wrote on the sticky note is consistent with this place."

The earliest death was seven years ago and the most recent was a year ago.

There is no regularity in the time and date of departure of each deceased, and there seems to be no connection.

"This little brat must know something."

Zhong Xun squatted on the ground, knocking around, and suddenly touched the hidden compartment under the table.He opened the hidden compartment, poked around inside, and found a notebook.

So he threw it directly to Jiang Jian: "I'm too lazy to watch, come here."

Looking at the old and yellowed paper in her hand, Jiang Jian slightly approached the lamp.

Open, two kinds of handwriting appear alternately on the paper.

One is scribbled and mature, but the writing is unstable, and the other is immature, but the words are strong and smooth.

It is a back and forth dialogue between two people on paper.

"Do you have a pen?" Zhong Xun stretched his neck and took a look, "Add a few pens and it will be a hand-painted chat dialog box."

Jiang Jian: "..." Childish.

His eyes fell on the bottom, and he wrote stroke by stroke with green strokes: Ren Fanxing is here.Tao Xiaochen.

This should be the handwriting left by Asonggang.

"He heard the conversation between Chen Xiqing and us." Jiang Jian frowned, "And they all know who Ren Fanxing is."

"I know that he entered the house shortly after Chen Xiqing mentioned Aunt Ren, and the timing was too coincidental. And when we were at the woman's house today, he was there."

"Is he eavesdropping?" Jiang Jian froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered the woman's yellow dog that suddenly started barking, "Ah, no wonder you..."

It is false to say that he followed him because he was worried, but it is true to follow Ah Song.He clearly has plans of his own.

Jiang Jian's tone was somewhat clear.

"Tsk." Zhong Xun flicked his hair unhappily, "You...you are a brother who has slept in the same bed, so you should be worried."

"Oh yes, I love you." Jiang Jian perfunctory with a deadpan face, punching in the persona.

Zhong Xun: "..."

He had already glanced at ten lines, and his eyes fell on the first few pages, and he was suddenly attracted by a few lines of dialogue.

Asong: I met Uncle Chen. He is really investigating.What should I do?

The mature font is scribbled on the back——

Help him order and let him check.

Asong: I let him see me coming out of the tower, and it depends on whether he wants to come up by himself.

The man replied: Next time I will take a break on the way up the mountain.

Asong: He left the village this morning, I don't know if it will be reported.Pay attention to safety when going up the mountain.

……

The dialogue between the two seemed to take a long time to complete an alternate back and forth, but it was concise and to the point.

Maybe the writing tools are not very ideal, maybe the ancient pagoda was damp, leaked and rained to stain the paper, the more you turn it forward, the more blurred the content.

The lights flickered, and the breathing of the two could be clearly heard.

Jiang Jian closed the notebook, handed it to Zhong Xun, and watched Zhong Xun carefully put it back into the secret compartment.

"Someone asked Ah Song to guide Chen Yandong to conduct an in-depth investigation."

"Can you tell who it is by handwriting?" Zhong Xun said, "First of all, I think we can rule out Tao Zhijun."

Jiang Jian pulled the corner of her mouth.

"But actually...we haven't even seen many people in the whole village."

While talking, the two went back the same way and turned out of the window.

Walking along the wall to the front of the tower, Jiang Jian suddenly stopped.

"If someone really wants Chen Yandong to expose the Qingluan Village, do you think our presence here today will be part of their plan?"

"No." Zhong Xun turned his eyes lightly, looking at the lock that A Song dropped at the entrance of the tower, "But whether he will find that we are not there after returning, that is a problem."

"Did the door close when you left?"

"It's closed." Zhong Xun said, "I still put the quilt up. If you don't get close, you can't tell if someone is sleeping inside. At most, you think it's because you covered your head with the quilt."

"..."

Are the two covered under the quilt together?

Jiang Jian always felt that something was weird, but she couldn't tell what was weird.

The two went down the mountain one after the other, neither of them forgot the way back to Ah Song's house, and walked to the gate of the courtyard with ease.

The starry night was so quiet that even a slight cough could be heard clearly.

If he pushed the door at this time, Asong, who had just come back and hadn't fallen asleep, would definitely hear the noise.

Jiang Jian stopped in her tracks.

Zhong Xun didn't care at all.

Now that we know that Ah Song and the people behind him hope that someone can reveal the Qingluan Village matter, to a certain extent, they are on the same front.

He raised his hand to push the door open.

Before touching the wooden door, Jiang Jian suddenly pulled him back.

Jiang Jian's fingertips were wrapped in the coolness of the night, covering his wrist like a sprinkling of water.The cool touch made him stop unconsciously.

Turning her head, she saw Jiang Jian looking back from a distance.

Jiang Jian moved slightly, and slowly moved forward in the direction he was looking.Hands in pockets, fingertips lightly brushing the tip of the ballpoint pen.

He didn't realize that his hand was still holding Zhong Xun.

He didn't realize that the person behind him just silently let him pull his sleeves and walk forward.

When he stopped, Zhong Xun realized where he had brought him.

Where the cableway stops, a few steps ahead is the cliff.

"...Brother, do you want some excitement at night?"

Jiang Jian let go, and leaned forward to study how the track out of the mountain operates.

For a moment, the sound of machinery running sounded in the mountains.

He turned over and climbed into the "basket" made of steel bars, lying on the edge and looking at Zhong Xun.

"You want to go out?" Zhong Xun looked at him in surprise.

"is it not OK?"

"Generally speaking, each episode of the program is limited to a closed and fixed scope of activities. Sometimes it is a city, sometimes it is a building. Regardless of the size of the scope, the guests explore the plot within the given scope."

"However, outside Qingluan Village, there is a county, a city Y, and a province X."

Jiang Jian clenched the ballpoint pen in her hand.

Inside is the USB flash drive he took out from Chen Yandong's room, which is the information that a murdered reporter kept hiding.

Get out, find the computer, maybe get more information.

Trapped in Qingluan Village, which has nothing, is a real rural life experience program.

But the rules also said that the triggering of special conditions is not guaranteed.

Since this group of NPC-like villagers in the village can lead Chen Yandong in, why can't he just leave here and enter the outside world?

What is the difference between An Xin being trapped and those villagers who follow the old ways?

Seeing his persistent expression, Zhong Xun suddenly laughed.

Those things seem to have always been just background settings, and few people try to leave the map designated by the program group and try to break free from the shackles of this contradictory space.

Because no one dares to bet on an unknown outcome.

"Do you remember when you tried to jump out of the hotel window during the test?"

The blood rain hit his face, and even now he can still see the slight scars.

"Have you forgotten the pain?"

"Then think I'm crazy."

Jiang Jian twitched the corner of her mouth, stood up coldly, stretched out her hand and patted the start button, and the cableway began to run slowly.

"I just want to bet that even if I leave Qingluan Village, I won't die in blood."

He stood in the middle of the basket with steady balance, and waved to Zhong Xun calmly: "Come back, you can inquire about Ah Song."

Just about to turn around, suddenly the whole basket shook violently——

The crude loading basket is about to slide from the ground to the air, and if you tilt your head slightly, you can see the waves rolling under the abyss.

And Zhong Xun stretched his arms, turned over and jumped in!

The basket, which had gained weight in an instant, was shaking in the air. Jiang Jian didn't find the center of gravity for a while, and accidentally fell down, hitting his head on the hard bottom of the basket.

On him, Zhong Xun propped his hands on his sides, his back arched, and the tips of silver hair fluttered messily in front of his forehead, lightly brushing the tip of Jiang Jian's nose.

Four eyes facing each other.

The wind that crosses the valley blows through the distance between the two of them.

It took Jiang Jian a while to recover.

"I didn't expect you to be such a vengeful person."

He almost stabbed the man in the neck, and the man almost took him off the cliff.

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows: "You alone don't have enough chips to gamble, so if you want to gamble, bet big."

Jiang Jian looked into Zhong Xun's beautiful eyes without hesitation.

Those eyes were as bright as the starry sky behind him.

He moved his throat.

He opened his lips expressionlessly and said, "Oh, with our relationship, isn't it too early to die for love?"

Zhong Xun: "..."

But even if he used his facial muscles a little bit, he would not act so hypocritically as shy.

Brother, sign up for a class.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Jian: My dedication is invincible (⊙v⊙)

Zhong Xun: Your character design scares me_(:з」∠)_

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