The sick and weak beauty is caught in the infinite Shura field

After Lin Zhaoyun ate the chocolate wafers, he drank some water, and his stomach was finally not flat, but a little bulging.

After resting for a while, I waited for my strength to recover before standing up and walking outside.

A few white strands appeared in the distant sky, and there was a big gap between early morning and late night. The late night was filled with silence and fear, but the early morning gave people a sense of creepiness and weirdness.

Another different world.

Relying on the gray light, Lin Zhaoyun slowly groped along the base of the wall towards the west area.

A familiar yet strange feeling suddenly emerged from him.

The skin began to warm up slightly, and the soft soles of the feet felt slightly itchy when stepped on the soles.

He stopped to pant, his eyes slowly widened, and when he realized something, a bad premonition rose in his heart. 886 reminded him that his attribute bar debuff had appeared again.

Skin hunger.

Without the control of drugs, Lin Zhaoyun's body had some early symptoms, just like when he first entered the game, subtly producing a strong sense of emptiness and dependence.

As before, on the second or third day, I can't help but want to seek psychological comfort.

But this is not the most important thing at the moment. He has a hunch that it is not only his medicine, but everyone should have no medicine now.

Realizing this, he felt a strong sense of unease.

No rules, no restraints, mentally ill criminals have no drug control, what happens inside this closed hospital.

It took only a day or two for the rules to be broken, and this place has already become a hell on earth.

There are all men here, filled with bloody male hormones that have been suppressed for a long time. These people have been locked up for an unknown period of time, and they are usually disciplined. They eat, sleep, let the wind, and take medicine at regular intervals.

Once this balance is broken, all evil desires will be released in an instant.

Lin Zhaoyun undoubtedly became the best placebo and catalyst.

From listening to those who came to capture him, it was like a hunt, he was the object of the fight and the prize for the winner.

What Lance said really seemed to be coming to pass.

Lin Zhaoyun's small face was pale and tight, his heart was pounding, and the soles of his feet seemed to be stuck in place. For some reason, he didn't dare to move forward. He just wanted to find a small corner and get up and do nothing.

886 reminded him: [This will be judged as a passive game by the system, so it will play an active plot. 】

Lin Zhaoyun's eyelashes trembled slightly, at a loss: What is an active plot?

886: [So far, the storylines have always developed naturally. Once the player is passive in the game, for example, a team of NPCs may appear in front of you immediately. 】

Lin Zhaoyun: ...

These are urging Lin Zhaoyun to make a choice.

Choose someone to be his 'shelter'.

……

The West District is right in front of you, and the distant sky has gradually turned from gray to gray. It was almost dawn, Lin Zhaoyun didn't care about anything, and pushed open the door of the West District.

This is an old warehouse that is not too wide, and the sound of opening the door cuts through the silent space.

The sky was not completely bright yet, and the warehouse was still dark. Lin Zhaoyun's heart was trembling, and he wanted to shout but didn't dare to shout, so he yelled softly: "Ya, Arthur..."

He walked a few steps in, and was suddenly dragged back by a pair of arms covering his mouth. He was about to die of fright when he heard Arthur's voice.

"My sweetheart, you found it yourself?"

Arthur was wrapped around Lin Zhaoyun, his uniform was a little messy, and he looked at Lin Zhaoyun in surprise.

He tried to find Lin Zhaoyun last night, and several small-scale explorations did not yield any results. Due to the chaos now, he could only hold back temporarily, but he was always worried about Lin Zhaoyun's safety.

Will something happen to the pretty little beauty who will become his wife? The more he thinks about it, the worse his complexion gets. He wants what others want.

Just now, he was about to go out with a piece of steel bar, and when he tried to find it again, he heard Lin Zhaoyun's cat-like voice.

He actually found it.

Arthur's chest trembled violently, and he buried the tip of his nose into Lin Zhaoyun's shoulder and took a deep breath.

Lin Zhaoyun pushed back with her thin arms: "I, I'm tired from walking and want to drink water..."

Arthur immediately picked him up, put him on the grain sack, and poured him a cup of hot water.

"I'm sorry last time, I found the map under the quilt of my bed." Arthur squatted down and looked up at Lin Zhaoyun. His golden hair made him look like a golden retriever.

Cautiously asked: "Are you still angry with me?"

Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips and shook his head.

When Lin Zhaoyun took a breath, he looked at Arthur who was staring at him, stretched out his fingertips to grab the other's arm, and nodded him lightly in a gesture of goodwill.

Arthur felt itchy for a moment, and his back tightened.

"Do you know my roommate? It's that Slater. Do you... know him well?"

Arthur pressed his throat and shook his head: "Why are you asking this?"

Lin Zhaoyun breathed a sigh of relief, "It's nothing, I don't know where he went the night before yesterday, he's not bad and he helped me, I'm just a little worried."

Arthur's heart is hot, his little beauty is beautiful and pure and kind, even on the honeymoon night, he will foolishly ask himself who is ready, "What are you going to do?".

There are no bad people here.

"You mean that super hacker, the federally wanted criminal?" Arthur touched the corner of Lin Zhaoyun's lips with his thumb, wiping away some remaining water stains, "Sweetheart, there are no good people here."

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned for a moment and then asked: "What about Sigmund..."

"He's a schizophrenic delusional pirate chief..."

The system suddenly prompts that the task of investigating cases is completed, and a new task has been refreshed, but Lin Zhaoyun hasn't read that task yet...

state----

A loud noise interrupted the conversation between the two, and also scared Lin Zhaoyun into a shiver. Subconsciously, his thin fingertips grabbed Arthur's collar tightly, and looked up at the iron that made the loud noise.

Arthur frowned and looked back.

The door of the warehouse was opened, and the sun had already risen outside. The figure outside the door couldn't see his face clearly, but he seemed to have just finished exercising, he was shirtless, and his body was steaming with sweat.

When they approached and closed the door, Lin Zhaoyun saw that the person taking the lead was...

"Anthony..."

The action of opening and closing the door raised a cloud of dust in the old barn. Anthony's strong arm was hanging by his leg, and the other was holding the baseball bat that had turned out from under his bed and carried it on his shoulder. walked in.

With a bang, the top of the baseball bat fell to the ground. Anthony was half leaning. He caught several people behind him and was pushed out by a person beside him.

A bruised-nosed guard.

"Excuse me, but this place is already surrounded by me."

He has a gun in his waist.

Anthony raised his unrestrained face slightly, and looked at Lin Zhaoyun. The actions of him and Arthur were as if they were pressed on the grain pile and kissed by each other.

The anger in his heart went straight to the top of his head, and the arm holding the baseball bat was bruised, as if it would explode in the next moment.

The baseball bat pointed at Lin Zhaoyun, holding back his anger: "Lin Zhaoyun, come here."

He kicked the shin of the guard standing beside him, making him kneel.

"I'll count down to three, if you don't come over, every second I count, I'll shoot someone, or use this iron rod to blow a person's head off."

"3..."

Lin Zhaoyun's toes moved, his head drooped, his shoulders trembled slightly, and Arthur grabbed his wrist.

Anthony's expression was strong, and the corners of his eyes were raised: "I don't want to waste time."

"2..."

"Help me, please..."

The unlucky guard who was caught burst into tears, trembling and crying, as if grabbing a life-saving straw, begging Lin Zhaoyun.

Anthony waved a heavy iron rod, showing an excited and vicious smile, and grabbed the hair of the person he caught heavily, as if he was about to swing it in the next moment.

"1..."

Anthony's face was cold and his eyebrows were frowned, and he scratched the back of the man's head with an iron baseball bat: "I still prefer to blow it up directly."

He made a motion to strike.

Lin Zhaoyun closed his eyes in a daze and bit his lip tightly. His lower lip was already red from being bitten, and his voice was wet and muffled: "Don't! I'll go over, don't..."

Anthony showed a vicious smile of success, feeling a sense of urgency for no reason, put down the baseball bat, stretched out his hand and hooked his middle finger and index finger: "Cute, come here."

Arthur had no choice but to let go of Lin Zhaoyun's arm, the soft and delicate feeling seemed to still be in the palm of his hand.

Under the eyes of everyone, Lin Zhaoyun walked up to Anthony with his calf shaking, his head bowed.

Anthony leaned down to look at Lin Zhaoyun, reached out to hold his soft hand that seemed to have no bones, suddenly picked him up, and put him on the grain pile by the wall.

Under Lin Zhaoyun's frightened and bewildered expression, he leaned over and bowed his head, leaning against Lin Zhaoyun's side face with the tip of his nose, and the stubble on his chin scratched his side face a little painfully.

Lin Zhaoyun subconsciously scratched with his fingertips to make the other party stop, but the faint and itchy pain made Anthony more anxious and fierce.

Messy, fresh scratches appeared on Anthony's tattoo-covered back.

Lin Zhaoyun was so dazed that he didn't dare to open his eyes at all, his eyelashes trembling wildly with a frightened expression.

Not far away, Arthur's entire face turned livid, his facial features were almost distorted, his eyes were dark and gloomy, and he almost grabbed a wooden frame beside him.

……

Lin Zhaoyun was taken away with a red nose and wet face, and Anthony picked him up with one hand, just like hugging a cat.

Lin Zhaoyun was afraid of falling, so he clasped his two thin white arms on the other's neck, sobbing continuously.

Anthony only felt that the neck was full of tenderness.

I also instantly understood why Sigmund hesitated to push away Lin Zhaoyun, who he didn't like, when he was at the newcomer meeting.

Lin Zhaoyun is beautiful and cute, no one can not be greedy, not like it.

They walked for about ten minutes and came to a dormitory, which looked like a row dormitory where the guards used to live. Anthony took Lin Zhaoyun to a separate room and put him on a cushioned seat.

"Don't cry." Anthony held Lin Zhaoyun's chin, straightened him, faced himself, and asked coldly, "Where did the mark on the neck come from last time? Arthur?"

Seeing that Lin Zhaoyun didn't answer, he was a little impatient: "I'm asking you something."

Lin Zhaoyun pursed his lips tightly and did not want to answer. Under Anthony's staring gaze, he twisted the hem of his clothes.

With a bit of stuffy crying that didn't disappear completely, he wanted to change the subject jerky: "I, I'm a little hungry, and the soles of my feet hurt, and the injury on my shoulder didn't heal last time..."

Lin Zhaoyun thought vaguely, Anthony seems to be taking this trick...

Anthony's cold face was stunned for a moment, and his face changed slightly after a while. He grabbed his wrist and pressed it gently, as if to comfort him: "How long have you not eaten?"

Seeing that Lin Zhaoyun's body was covered with dust and his ankles were covered with wet soil, he immediately put away his impatient expression, as if coaxing: "What do you want to eat?"