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

Lin Zhaoyun was sweating a lot, because of Slater's words, his whole body was shivering, and he thought vaguely, why do you want to kiss him? Are men's mouths so easy to kiss?

He tugged at the end of Slater's hair, like a big enthusiastic dog pounced on him, and he just pulled away a little distance, and was soon hugged again.

"Wait, wait, Slater..."

Slater's tone was close to blurred, and Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened that his heart beat "thump-thump" and his hair trembled.

The pain from the scalp didn't make Slater slow down a little. On the contrary, he was even more agitated by the slight pain from being scratched by a kitten.

This is an unprecedented experience for him who has always been calm.

Lin Zhaoyun was overwhelmed, and quickly told 886: I want to use skills! !

886 also quickly said: [You can use it directly, but how do you use it? 】

Lin Zhaoyun's hand holding Slater's hair suddenly loosened, as if he was about to give up and refuse, but he suddenly hugged his stomach and pressed it with his palm.

"Slater, I, my stomach hurts..." Lin Zhaoyun's face was flushed, and he felt uncomfortable when he was lying, his heart was beating very fast, he closed his eyelids slightly and dared not look, his white forehead was wet with sweat.

Slater seemed to be stepped on the brakes and was forced to stop.

All along, his image has been calm and neat, but now his forehead is full of hot sweat, and the thin cloth of his clothes is all stuck to his back.

For a moment, he said in a dull voice, "Little trick, don't play tricks with me."

Lin Zhaoyun was stunned, and quickly asked: 886!ah!What's going on, this skill is three non-fake!

886: 【...It's not. 】

886 didn't want to tell Lin Zhaoyun that it was too late for Slater, even if he believed his words, he didn't want to stop.

But telling Lin Zhaoyun like this would definitely scare him.

886: [It's okay, you continue to pretend. 】

Lin Zhaoyun didn't dare to raise his head, and let out a muffled sobbing sound, because he was nervous and even started talking nonsense: "I don't know, it just hurts, there seems to be something moving inside, it hurts... "

He struggled to describe how he had felt with stomach pains before.

Slater's expression became very subtle.

Lin Zhaoyun raised his eyes to peek at Slater's expression, but seeing his subtle expression, he froze all of a sudden.

When Slater went to Anthony to trick him, he said something about a stomachache, which he didn't quite understand at the time.

But after Slater revealed his true colors, Lin Zhaoyun vaguely seemed to have guessed something.

His thin-skinned cheeks and even his neck soon turned red, and he could only continue to lie while covering his stomach with trembling eyelashes.

Slater half stood up, lifted the quilt, and Lin Zhaoyun curled up into a ball, hugged his stomach, jumped straight on his toes, the skin on his cheeks and neck was slightly red, and there was some wet sweat.

His thick eyelashes trembled violently, his face was pale, most of his eyes were blocked by his hair, and his lower lip was bitten by himself, it was very red, it looked really painful.

Slater frowned, and subconsciously wanted to press his palms up to help him rub: "Let me see."

"No, it hurts..." Lin Zhaoyun tightly covered his stomach to prevent him from touching it, and some tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

"You, can you help me?" Lin Zhaoyun moved his pale fingertips to the side of Slater's propped forearm, and poked him.

This scene almost coincides with a scene in Slater's fantasy.

The place that was poked by Lin Zhaoyun seemed to be on fire.

Feeling about to explode.

Slater took a deep breath before slowly saying, "What can you do for me?"

Lin Zhaoyun was so frightened by Slater's panting that his skin got goosebumps, and he was terrified.

"H-help me find the medicine, there should be medicine at the concierge..." He stuttered, making Slater believe that he really had a stomachache.

About ten meters away from the ward, there is a guard room that is usually used to stand guard, and there are some standing medicines there.

Seeing Lin Zhaoyun was really uncomfortable, Slater closed his eyes slightly, and finally nodded.

"I'm going to find medicine for you. It may be that the shrimp is not fresh today." Slater pressed his throat forcefully, "Lie down, I'll be back soon."

"Well, it should be acute gastroenteritis..." Half of Lin Zhaoyun's small face was buried in the quilt, and his body was covered in sweat. This sweat was accumulated together from the nervousness and fear before and the guilt of lying now.

Slater tucked Lin Zhaoyun's quilt up, smoothed his side face, and then turned and walked out the door reluctantly.

But he didn't close the door.

When the sound of Slater's footsteps gradually faded away, Lin Zhaoyun, who was lying obediently on the bed, opened his eyes at once, and his eyes were round and wet.

After waiting for another half a minute, seeing that Slater had not returned, Lin Zhaoyun quickly got up from the bed.

His calf was still trembling, he hurriedly found Slater's big coat and put it on, grabbed the chocolate that Slater had put on the bedside, stuffed it into his pocket, and ran to the toilet.

There wasn't much time, and if Slater didn't find the medicine, he would return in two to three minutes.

886 was a little confused: [Do you really have a stomachache?Why do you need to bring chocolate to the bathroom?Now that the door is open, you might be able to run and sneak out. 】

Lin Zhaoyun was so nervous that he stuttered: No, no, there are all his people outside, I can't run away, and he will turn around soon...

After entering the bathroom, 886 probably understood what Lin Zhaoyun was going to do.

The transom above the toilet was too small to allow people to get out, so it was not welded to death. If the glass on it was smashed, if the head was small enough and the body was narrow enough, it would be possible to get out.

It is absolutely impossible for Anthony and the others to get out. The designer of this hospital probably did not expect that someone like Lin Zhaoyun, who is soft, flexible, and narrow-waisted, would use this transom to escape.

In fact, he was not sure, he just wanted to try.

He tried to step on the water tank of the toilet, this height is enough, he waved an iron cup he just got from the side, the sound of glass shattering was especially piercing in the silent night.

This sound made Lin Zhaoyun's heart beat very fast, and he was terribly afraid that Slater would come back immediately when he heard it. After picking out all the glass shards with trembling fingertips, he tried to stick his head out.

He was pleasantly surprised by the result, his head went out of the transom smoothly, and then he stood on tiptoes, and half of his body went out.

The air outside was extremely dull, and when he looked up, he could see that the open space was pitch black, with only traces of pale moonlight shining down on it.

After sighing in 886 that Lin Zhaoyun was really thin, Lin Zhaoyun's body stopped and got stuck.

Lin Zhaoyun wailed: Crow's mouth!

His crotch was stuck in the last step, Lin Zhaoyun sucked his stomach desperately and pushed forward with all his strength, but he was still stuck halfway.

It's not a narrow waist anymore, it's more flesh somewhere that's getting in the way.

If someone came in from outside the bathroom at this time, they could see Lin Zhaoyun's half body slumped and pouting.

The window frame squeezed the flesh around his waist, and it was very difficult to move forward inch by inch.

Lin Zhaoyun burst into tears: It hurts to death...

While he was in pain, his heart was beating fast, as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

886 also followed him nervously, and suddenly said hurriedly: 【Someone is coming! 】

There was a sudden sound of footsteps outside the bathroom, and Lin Zhaoyun's heart was about to jump out of his throat.

No matter how Slater teased him, he was actually fine. Lin Zhaoyun had a vague feeling that his life would not be in danger.

But Arthur and Anthony...he couldn't accept that someone died because of his words.

Although they are NPCs and data, they are all alive in front of his eyes. He is very selfish and stupid. If something really happened in front of his eyes, he will remember it for the rest of his life. recalled again.

He once fed a cat, but he could no longer feed it because he moved. After about a few months, when he went back to his hometown to pick up things, Lin Zhaoyun saw its dead body.

Even now, he still remembers this incident before going to bed and feels sad.

In order not to make himself uncomfortable and fall into self-blame, he couldn't make a choice, and he couldn't bear the other way Slater said.

That's why he wanted to take the risk, and it would be over if he got caught, he thought.

As if to confirm his words, Slater's voice came from behind: "Little trick, in the bathroom?"

This sound scared him so much that his whole body trembled like a talisman, and he squeezed out even more desperately. His arms were already numb, and his palms were pressed against the rough wall, showing faint signs of being scratched.

The sound of footsteps approached in a blink of an eye, and Slater walked into the bathroom. He paused at first, his voice was so deep that it made one's scalp numb, and his whole body was terrified.

"Liar liar."

Slater approached slowly, Lin Zhaoyun's mind went blank, his calf suddenly cramped in fright, his toes were stretched straight, his thumb and other five fingers were stretched apart.

He inhaled again and again, his small face wrinkled together, looking pitiful and painful.

"Didn't expect me to come back so soon?"

"Such a coward, dare to run away." Slater gritted his teeth when he said this.

Slater, who came to the front, realized that Lin Zhaoyun's calf seemed abnormal. He asked, and Lin Zhaoyun gave a vague "hmm".

Slater froze for a moment, then smiled in a low voice, raised his arm and patted his calf lightly to help him relieve his cramps: "So stupid."

The moment Lin Zhaoyun was slapped, Lin Zhaoyun was startled, his body trembled, and at this moment, the flesh around his waist was squeezed to the extreme, and he squeezed out from the ventilation window with a sound of "boo", and his feet were just right It just kicked on the side of Slater's neck, and it went out with a little force.

Fortunately, the lawn outside was very soft, and Lin Zhaoyun didn't hurt from falling.

Watching the slender white legs disappear behind the transom, Slater sneered, and slowly closed and spread his palms to cover his face. There was still fragrance on them, "The fragrance is dead."

"I was so scared that I didn't even have time to wear my socks."

……

Lin Zhaoyun ran to the cafeteria in a panic, the soles of his feet without shoes were painful, his heartbeat mixed with his rapid breathing, it was really like a first-person battle royale game he had played before.

When being chased by monsters, Lin Zhaoyun would hold his breath in fright in front of the computer and kick his slippers away.

The difference is that now it's not virtual, it's being experienced in person.

This sense of horror is infinitely enlarged, fear is turned into substance, and tears are the outlet for catharsis.

This place is very big, and the route is relatively complicated. He hid in a toilet in the corner. This toilet was very clean, and the floor was polished. When he first stepped in, he even felt that he would slip.

After closing the door, I carefully found a cubicle to hide in. After waiting for more than ten minutes, there was no sound of footsteps outside. I breathed a sigh of relief, and wiped away my tears little by little. eyelash.

He thought that the hospital is in a mess now, and Slater's people should not be able to search randomly. If he had seen the direction in which he was running, he should have chased him long ago.

There is still no movement, which means it is still safe.

His breathing gradually subsided, he poked his head out from the cubicle, walked to the door, put a broom against the doorknob, found a small corner, spread Slater's coat on the floor, and sat cross-legged on it.

This will make his waist hurt a little, and he wants to untie his clothes to have a look.

hiss--

The shirts were a little stuck to the flesh of the wound, and when they were taken off, there was a tingling pain in the scalp.

Lin Zhaoyun acted pitifully to 886: It hurts so much, I want to blow it off.

886: […]

Made, the next dungeon will be upgraded.

886 said coldly: 【If you get hurt, it will definitely hurt. 】

Lin Zhaoyun moaned and chirped: You don't even care about me.

886: [Hoo hoo hoo...]

Lin Zhaoyun seemed to be having a drink with his playmate, and he was satisfied: Well, it seems that it doesn't hurt so much.

886: […]

Although Lin Zhaoyun had carefully removed the glass shards from the vent, there were still a few tiny pieces left.

The flesh between his waist and crotch was punctured in several places, and he was caught by the vent, and he was pulled out so hard, leaving half a circle of bruises and bruises, as if he was pinched out by someone. .

He loosened the tight waistband of his trousers, pulled it down, and the wound was completely exposed. Because he was very white, the wound looked particularly hideous.

Lin Zhaoyun took some paper towels, dipped them in water, and wiped the wound on his waist little by little, leaving spots of red on the paper.

The existence of skin hunger and thirst made him magnify the pain on his body,

He could only divert his attention and discuss the task with 886.

Lin Zhaoyun: Speaking of which, the two tasks have already been completed, right?Why is there no prompt?

He was talking about the two tasks of the photo incident and Joey's murderer. Slater blew himself up, and the task should have been completed, but there was no system completion notification sound, and the points were not accumulated.

886 was also a little puzzled. When he called up the task interface, it showed that it was not completed, and there was no progress to check for this kind of small task, so he didn't know which step was completed or which step was wrong.

Lin Zhaoyun scratched his neck, and said in a daze: What's going on?

886 also didn't understand: [But the system won't make a mistake in judgment, indicating that something went wrong. 】

Lin Zhaoyun's mind was in a mess, obviously Slater blew himself up.

He thought of something, his face became tense, and he said tremblingly: Could it be him, or...

Accomplice.

886 retorted: [Probably not, he would be willing to share that kind of...photo with others? 】

Lin Zhaoyun:?

What is that kind of photo, Lin Zhaoyun blushed subtly: What kind of reason is this...!

But 886 insisted that although Slater had changed a little, he should be very possessive and would not share photos with others.

Lin Zhaoyun was so angry that he didn't want to talk to him.

He thought again about what Slater had said to him.

Lin Zhaoyun: I remember he said 'he collects photos', didn't he take the photos?And he didn't seem to say that Joey was killed by him...

It was only because the photo was connected to Joey's incident that he felt it was done by one person.

But who else is he?

If it wasn't for him, what purpose did this person have for giving the photo to Slater.

Goosebumps appeared on Lin Zhaoyun's back, and his palms felt cold.

The puzzle was stuck in a dead end, and he couldn't figure it out. He was a little discouraged, and his waist was still hurting badly, so he breathed out with his hands, rubbed the heat and applied it to his waist, trying to relieve the pain.

"How did he make you so bad."

A voice suddenly sounded, and Lin Zhaoyun's heart "thumped", the cold sweat on his forehead was forced out instantly, his neck stiffened and he looked back slowly.

The long-haired man came out of the cubicle with an unlit cigarette in his mouth, took the cigarette away with his thumb and forefinger, and looked at him with a half-smile.

"I told you to hide it, why did you bump into my head by yourself?"