Absolute Persona [Unlimited]

The air is filled with the smell of burnt smoke, faintly.

Occasionally, there are two birdsongs.

Under the morning light, the broken copper and rotten iron struggled to wipe out two sparks, and gradually died down.

Zhong Xun's voice was mixed with the sound of the wind, gradually drifting away in the early morning.

As soon as Jiang Jian's feet landed on the ground, he felt the arms placed behind his waist quickly withdraw.

It really can't be more.

Jiang Jian stood still and adjusted her breathing.

Recalling the experience just now, I actually appreciate Zhong Xun a little more.

Before setting off, he asked himself why he chose this route.Jiang Jian only said that he wanted to confirm their operating mechanism again.

As he expected, when Zhong Xun entered the field of vision of the machine at an extremely fast speed, it no longer patrolled along the set track, but turned into a target tracking mode!

So the machines on the entire floor chased after him and Zhong Xun, forming a string, as if they would not stop until they were chopped into meat.

The scene was a little out of control for a while, and what followed behind him was like the tail of a greedy snake getting longer and longer.

Zhong Xun didn't complain, and silently dragged him to run downstairs.

"I have an idea."

As soon as Jiang Jian finished speaking, Zhong Xun leaned on the handrail of the stairs, flipped over lightly, and jumped straight down.It landed firmly on top of the machine at the stairway.

The machine turned around and faced the stairs.

Then he raised his head and looked straight at him: "Jump!"

Just one strong word made Jiang Jian's blood boil in an instant.

They actually thought of going together by coincidence!

The machine behind him slammed into a rampage, hitting the armrest with an axe, and the splashed debris grazed Jiang Jian's palm.With a kick of his long legs, he jumped down, supported by Zhong Xun's strong arms, and his waist also hit the palm of his hand.

"咚咚-"

There was a loud noise from the stairs, and a string of robots came after Jiang Jian's back.

"When the ax blade falls, it cannot change direction." Jiang Jian said quickly, "We have at least two seconds to dodge."

Zhong Xun brushed off the ashes from his school uniform, and put his palm on Jiang Jian's shoulder in a protective gesture: "How much do you weigh?"

"sixty."

"Tsk, too thin." Jiang Jian only heard Zhong Xun's disgust, and was picked up by him, "You judge, just tell me the direction."

Jiang Jian's heart trembled, and before she could discern the familiarity in her heart, she looked forward intently.

The leading machine came down from upstairs with its huge axe, aimed at Jiang Jian and Zhong Xun, and the ax blade fell rapidly.

"Go to the right." Jiang Jian blurted out.

Zhong Xun reacted quickly, stepped to the right, and the ax blade hit the machine they were standing on heavily.

"Clang—" The metal collision made a loud noise.

Jiang Jian vaguely heard a "hissing", and the machine under her feet seemed to have been directly damaged by the power supply unit, and stopped in place.

"Go up."

Seeing that the machine in front of him was about to pull out the axe, Jiang Jian pulled Zhong Xun hard.

Zhong Xun started to move almost the moment he heard his voice.He stepped on the ax whose blade had been buried in the metal casing, stepped on the back and handle of the ax, and jumped onto the machine in front of him.

The handle of the ax is connected to the machine, and unless the blade of the ax is turned, the whole machine and the people on it will die together.

This end is the safest place.

"Stand a little to the left."

"Wait, the distance is not enough."

"The window sill on the right can be borrowed."

"Take it out, the space here is too narrow."

The machine that was chasing down from the second floor quickly died at the stairs on the first floor.

The two followed suit and chopped down all the machines on the first floor and outside the building.

Until the smoke cleared, Zhong Xun didn't say a word to him.

But the speed at which he responds to the voice has never slowed down.

Jiang Jian looked sideways at the people around him, and saw that he lowered his eyes lightly, as if he didn't have the heart to say anything to him.

So he just nodded his head slightly to express his gratitude, then he opened his legs and walked straight to the nearest robot.

Reaching deep into his sleeve, he drew out a small knife.

Hold tight, and swing your arms decisively.

The dazzling beam of light that suddenly appeared in the air fell into Zhong Xun's eyes, covering up the instant bright color in the depth.

Song Zhihui, who was hiding behind Wensidei, held his breath.

Among the few people here, he is the only one who knows best that he gave Jiang Jian that knife when he was "A Song", but he never thought that he would carry it with him all the time.

He was also like that day, bathed in the light surrounded by dust.

Once, twice.

Each knife lands precisely on the hidden corner of the main body of the machine.

Accompanied by a few creaks, the machine with the giant ax twitched twice, and then completely collapsed on the spot.

Zhong Xun kicked the dead machine with his toe: "Choose the most dangerous path, just to confirm the operating mechanism?"

"Since it has been verified that they are not just warning procedures like wall-splitting, the danger needs to be minimized." Jiang Jian looked around and said calmly, "Like this."

He raised his hand and plunged the knife into the last machine.

Zhong Xun raised his eyebrows, and saw Jiang Jian prying up the metal casing on the top of the machine, revealing the electronic display inside, and lifting his finger to click up and down.

"It should be under unified control," Jiang Jian said.

He stood there watching Jiang Jian's smooth operation and snorted softly.

Few people can give Jiang Jian the instructions he needs to execute like this, neither explaining the motivation nor explaining the consequences, but simply asking him to obey.

It wasn't that he hated following orders.

It's just that I feel irritated by the instinctive obedience in my body, like a habit buried deep in the ground.

Jiang Jian glanced at Zhong Xun, but couldn't hear what he was saying.I only vaguely felt that his tone and expression were a little different from usual.

He stopped: "What's the problem?"

Zhong Xun paused: "No."

Jiang Jian looked away and slowly closed the lid.

Since their power supply units have been artificially destroyed, they probably won't be repaired for a while, so don't worry about it jumping up and hacking people again for the time being.

Suddenly, a different kind of touch came from the fingertips.

He paused, rubbed along the surface of the cover twice, thoughtfully.

"This is……"

Wensidei finally regained her spirit, cleared her hoarse and masculine throat, and spoke.

His eyes lingered on Jiang Jian and Zhong Xun.

Jiang Jian's face was pale, almost bloodless.His brows were furrowed, his bright eyes fixed on his fingertips.

And Zhong Xun stood aside with folded arms, casually glanced at her.

This look was cold, and it reminded her of the embarrassment when she sought Jiang Jian's alliance not long ago.

Why did it look like she was beating mandarin ducks with a club?

If it weren't for the two of them still wearing school uniforms, she thought that the "problem student" in front of her might be even more rude to herself.

After all, this show is not a reality show, and has a role-playing nature in it.In addition to their own personal design, the guests' personal actions cannot violate the corresponding social status.

"Hello, teacher." Zhong Xun glanced at Jiang Jian, saw that he seemed to be in a state of disorientation, took a step forward, stood by his side, and answered Wen Sidai's words, "Maybe you...do you understand what's going on?"

Winsted frowned.

She was not surprised that Zhong Xun could instantly detect her identity.What made her feel uncomfortable was Zhong Xun's suddenly respectful voice.

I have been dealing with old guests for a long time, and I can always more or less capture the other party's intentions.

Her identity is obviously different from that of Zhong Xun and Jiang Jian, which means that the known information of the two parties is different, and even the way to trigger the hidden mission may be different.

Right now, Zhong Xun made no secret of his desire to inquire about information, which made her vigilant and shaken.

She involuntarily looked back at the shivering young man behind her eyes.

"What students should do and what they should not do, the school rules and disciplines are clearly written. I will take the students in my class to the infirmary, and you should go back to the classroom for morning reading as soon as possible."

Song Zhihui was suddenly mentioned, and he clenched his hands by his sides.

Heart pounding.

It's hard to tell whether Wensidei is an enemy or a friend, but in front of him are the only two men who can tell that he is not an NPC character.

He winked and shook his head almost invisibly.

Jiang Jian raised her head, just in time to meet Zhong Xun's gaze.

There seemed to be a colliding light falling from somewhere in the silent place.

"Teacher, my roommate's hand is also injured." Zhong Xun grabbed Jiang Jian's wrist and gently pulled him to his side.

Seeing this, Jiang Jian shook her hands slightly and nodded in agreement.

Song Zhifan was dumbfounded when he saw it, and couldn't tell the truth from the fake for a moment.

When he met Jiang Jian's calm eyes, he was instantly blessed. He rushed forward and took his arm: "Mr. Wen, I can go with my classmates!"

Wensidei was stunned for two seconds, and the two of them had disappeared in place.

"Jane...Brother Jian, slow down."

Song Zhihui followed Jiang Jian panting, feeling that those long legs made his face hideous and sore.

"Hurry up, the next wave of punishment is coming." Jiang Jian said seriously.

The students' schedules had been kept in mind, and right now they should go to the cafeteria to eat, and he was not sure what they would face after escaping from the dormitory.

Song Zhihui was shocked and followed quickly.

"You actually know how to get to the infirmary!"

Jiang Jian let out a "huh".After all, he memorized everything in the school rules and discipline handbook.

Song Zhihui curled his lips and said in a low voice, "I don't know which of us is more like a student in this school."

Jiang Jian didn't say anything, but still slowed down her pace, and said with a sideways look: "You are regarded as an NPC by her?"

Song Zhi turned his wrist: "It seems to be. I'm afraid she will find out the clues and just pretend to be sick."

"Then keep playing."

Jiang Jian expressionless, opened the door, and patted Song Zhihui on the back.

The infirmary was quiet, the curtains were closed tightly, and the room was brightly illuminated by cold white lights.

"anyone there?"

Song Zhihui looked around cautiously, and shouted at the top of his voice.

Jiang Jian stood still in front of the table, looking up at the medicines on the shelf.

The labels on the bottles, jars and shelves seemed to be misplaced. Jiang Jian took a bottle of iodine from the salt water label to disinfect, and simply treated the wound on his hand.

They were all small scratches when going downstairs, no pain or itching.

He didn't really feel anything himself, and he didn't know why Zhong Xun's eyes were so sharp.

"Brother Jian, there's no one inside."

Song Zhi went back to all the compartments in the infirmary, checked the beds separated by the screen, and even lifted the sheets on the hospital bed to look, but found no one.

"Should be back soon." Jiang Jian saw a lunch box on the table and touched it with the back of her hand, "It's still hot, I haven't been there for long."

Song Zhihui let out an "oh", pulled out the chair and sat down casually.

He looked up at Jiang Jian, and saw that he was standing still in front of the cabinet, his thin back gradually merged with the vague memories that suddenly popped up in his mind.

After watching for a long time, I couldn't bear the silence and loneliness, kicked my feet on the ground, sat on the chair and rubbed against Jiang Jian.

"Brother Jian, are you good at classical Chinese?"

Jiang Jian withdrew his gaze, turned to look at him, a little dazed: "What is the standard of good?"

"It's not important." Song Zhihui shook his head, "Have you ever heard the saying, 'Wouldn't it hurt to try your own disaster'?"

"Why did you suddenly ask where your name came from?"

"what?"

"Wouldn't it be painful to try the disaster with your own body? If you are deluded and know your rebellion, you can avoid it." Jiang Jian rested his knuckles on his chin and thought for a while, "It should be from "Three Kingdoms."

Song Zhihui was startled, his eyes widened.

"It's really you..."

"Fuck! Didn't I lock the door? No one will sneak in, right?"

A man's cursing voice came from the door, full of anger, directly overshadowing Song Zhihui's murmurs.

Song Zhihui shivered involuntarily.

Before he could decide whether to jump out of the window or hide in the cupboard, he saw Jiang Jian walking towards the door with his hands in his pockets.

A fat middle-aged man in a white coat pushed the door in with a face full of anger, met Jiang Jian's gaze, and was slightly stunned.

Jiang Jian also looked him up and down, and when he was about to speak, he heard the man in front of him yelling and spitting.

"Wow, why the hell are you here again? This is the doctor! Office! This is not a place for you to date your boyfriend!"

"Ah?" Song Zhihui, who was following Jiang Jian, couldn't hide his bewilderment and surprise when he heard this, and blurted out.

In the next second, he decisively covered his mouth again.

The man tilted his head and looked behind him.

The moment he saw Song Zhihui, he couldn't help blurting out——

"Ah? I'm stupid? Changed? Where's the tall, handsome guy from before? Kid, you can't be too Neptune!"

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