I'm dead again [quick time travel]

The street lights were a bit broken, flickering on and off, making the originally unlit lights even dimmer.

Zhou Wei turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and caught up with Qiao Jiu in a few steps.

Qiao Jiu kicked the pebbles away, and the direction was the small supermarket.

"Okay," Qiao Jiu said, "Let's send it here."

"Send you into the elevator."

Qiao Jiu was not in a good mood, and he didn't bother to look at him: "You are willing."

The road was very quiet, only the footsteps of the two could be heard.

As he walked, Qiao Jiu felt a strange feeling in his heart. He didn't know how to describe it, so he could only turn his head to look at Zhou Wei. He straightened his back and looked straight ahead. There were flickering lights hitting his face, and his face was dark. unknown.

As if he noticed Qiao Jiu's gaze, he suddenly turned his head.

His eyes are dark.

Qiao Jiu was taken aback.

He seems to have seen these eyes somewhere

I don't know how long it took, it seemed like a few minutes passed, and it seemed like only a few seconds passed before Zhou Wei said, "What's wrong with you?"

Qiao Jiu closed his eyes, and quickly opened them again: "It's okay."

He took a few steps forward and looked at the gate of the community not far away: "Just send it here, I'm here."

Without looking at Zhou Wei, he left on his own.

The first thing Qiao Jiu did when he got home was to turn on his phone. The phone was placed on the bedside table, and as soon as he turned it on, he received text messages from Xie Xu, one after another.

"I just looked at Sun Jie's cell phone."

"There is a group in the chat column."

"The remaining few people met through this group."

"I didn't see the chat history, it's not a good thing after all."

Qiao Jiu walked to the window with his mobile phone, opened the curtains, lowered his head and prepared to text Xie Xu, when he turned around, he saw the person downstairs.

It was too far away to see his face clearly, but he was sure it was Zhou Wei.

Qiao Jiu blinked and replied Xie Xu with a text message: What is the name of the group?

Xie Xu didn't know what he was doing and didn't reply.

Qiao Jiu leaned against the window, looking downstairs.

"system."

"what?"

"Does Zhou Wei look a lot like Gu Ci?"

"No."

"Why do I think they look alike?"

"Are you blind?" the system said, "The two of them really don't look alike at all, okay?"

"Really?" Qiao Jiu recalled the faces of the two of them, and he remembered them clearly, but when he tried to compare them, it was like a layer of fog had floated up.

The system stopped playing the game: "Jiujiu, wake up, what you extract is emotion, not memory!"

Qiao Jiu lowered his head, his hair covered his eyes: "All right," he said, "I'm going to take a shower."

After washing up, Qiao Jiu went to the window sill to look again, and there was no one downstairs.

He picked it up to check the time, it was already twenty past eleven.

There is one unread text message.

Xie Xu: 4.20.

Qiao Jiu opened the search engine, entered this number, Guyu, Ya'an earthquake, constellations, different songs, and even sellers of medicinal wine. He swiped back and forth several times, and suddenly saw the following related searches:

He fixed his gaze on one of them.

Wake me up at 4.20.

By coincidence, he clicked on it.

What came into view were some pictures that looked depressing, blood red or dark, which made people uncomfortable.

Qiao Jiu unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone.

He glanced at it and grabbed some key words: depression, suicide squad, happy death...

Qiao Jiu didn't sleep well all night.

If he knew that there were people who played this kind of suicide game before and followed them to death step by step, he would definitely call those people mentally retarded.

No one is so stupid, right?

But when things really happened around him, he didn't know what to say.

When you close your eyes, you will see those bloody and hideous scars.

Qiao Jiu tossed and turned.

"blue whale."

Two words were slowly spit out from his mouth, and then disappeared into the night.

The blue whale he was looking for on the search engine had brackets around it: game of death.

This is a Russian death game. Participants in the game are between the ages of 10 and 14. They are completely at the mercy and threats of the organizer of the game. No one who participates can survive.

After those who want to participate participate in a specific group, the organizer will contact and ask the participants to complete all the items on the list. It is to choose the right time to commit suicide.

In the later period, I got up at [-]:[-] every day, watched scary videos and movies, listened to their music, scratched my hands every day, and talked to whales.

Next, is death.

Qiao Jiu thought about what Xie Xu and Aunt Xie had mentioned about Sun Jie.

I got up at four o'clock, rarely talked to them, and watched horror movies all the time, otherwise I would stay in the room and not come out.

This is the blue whale.

A suicide game.

Sun Jae wanted to commit suicide, why did he want to commit suicide?

Zhou Wei had already arrived when Qiao Jiu entered the classroom the next day.

The little temper yesterday was gone, and Qiao Jiu greeted Zhou Wei happily when he saw Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei looked at him: "Didn't sleep well last night?"

Qiao Jiu groaned, and borrowed a mirror from the little girl in the back seat, and she really looked like she hadn't slept well, with a faint blue color under her eyelids.

Qiao Jiu hummed: "It's okay."

He looked at Xie Xu's seat, it was empty, it was almost the end of class, and no one had arrived yet.

He originally planned to tell Xie Xu about the blue whale, but he hadn't been seen all morning.

Seeing Qiao Jiu's absent-minded appearance, Zhou Wei couldn't help worrying: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Jiu hesitated for a while: "Do you know about blue whales?"

Who knew that Zhou Wei was just stunned for a moment: "Suicide game?"

Qiao Jiu: "You know?"

Zhou Wei nodded: "There used to be a girl in Chi Ai's class who committed suicide because of this thing."

Qiao Jiu swallowed his saliva: "Really?"

He couldn't imagine that someone would follow these requirements step by step, and he couldn't imagine that they would give up their lives so easily.

Holding a pen in his hand, Zhou Wei tapped on the table: "There are still many people who died like this."

"Most of the people who participated in this game didn't want to live. This game just gave them the opportunity to catalyze and amplify their thoughts. They wanted to die, so they died in the end."

Zhou Wei looked at him with a serious tone: "It's because they wanted to die."

He said it with certainty and indifference.

Qiao Jiu turned his head to the side, not knowing how to respond.

After the whole class, Qiao Jiu didn't talk to Zhou Wei.

Zhou Wei looked at him many times from the corner of his eye, but he was determined to ignore him.

He felt that such a self was very naive, but it was undeniable that the reason why he was like this reflected Zhou Wei's difference.

There was an inexplicable excitement deep in his heart. They were finally sitting in the same classroom, and finally had class together.

This he refers to that him?

Not Zhou Wei, nor Gu Ci.

Who else?

He really felt that he had forgotten something, but looking back on the past 18 years, everything was normal. He grew up healthy, his mother died in the middle, and his father remarried. He took these tasks inexplicably.

There seemed to be no gaps in the memory, so what else did he not remember?

Qiao Jiu called the system: "Is everything there?"

"Here you are," the system said, "What are you doing?"

Qiao Jiu looked at the system: "My day!" He was taken aback: "Can you still drink yogurt?"

"Of course," the system rolled his eyes at him, "I can still eat braised pork!"

Qiao Jiu imagined how Altman was eating braised pork, and his heart ached for a moment.

System: "What are you calling me for?"

"You are so fierce."

The system paused, and Qiao Jiu went on to say, "All, I really haven't forgotten anything?"

"No."

Qiao Jiu didn't know why he had to ask again, the tone of the system didn't change a bit, and there was no emotion on the Altman-like face.

It was at this moment that he suddenly realized how dangerous a situation he was in.

All his understanding of the world of these tasks comes from the system. He doesn't know why he has to do these tasks, what's the use of doing them, or why he is doing them by himself.

He knew almost nothing.

Including everything he's going through now, I don't know why?

Is he really willing to do these things?

No, he just wanted to live a peaceful life.

But he had to.

Up to now, it is no longer something he wants to do.

Qiao Jiu let out a long breath.

The blue whale, the largest animal that has ever lived on earth, swims in the deep sea, lonely, silent, and huge.

Blue Whale, the suicide game, has killed so many teenagers.

Qiao Jiu felt a headache.

Zhou Wei next to him pushed the draft on the desk to Qiao Jiu's desk, with a smiling face drawn on it.

Qiao Jiu glanced at him, and he showed a big smile to Qiao Jiu.

Zhou Wei doesn't usually smile very much, even if he can't, this is the first time Qiao Jiu has seen him smile so brilliantly.

The brows seemed to be covered with a layer of sunshine and became soft.

Qiao Jiu looked at such a smiling face, and the anger in his heart slowly dissipated like a balloon that was poked open by a needle.

Slowly, he could even feel the passing of it.

Angrily, he drew a big cross on Zhou Wei's notebook and crossed out the smiling face.

Zhou Wei drew another smiling face.

Qiao Jiu crossed again.

Zhou Wei seemed to have sensed Qiao Jiu's mood, and cooperated very much. Just when he was about to draw another smiling face, he was called by the math teacher.

The math teacher is notoriously strict, and looked at Zhou Wei with a straight face: "Come up and solve this problem!"

Zhou Wei turned his head and glanced at Qiao Jiu.

Qiao Jiu sat on the table upright and did not speak.

"What are you looking at? Come up soon?"

Zhou Wei walked to the podium, looked at the title, and started to write smoothly.

There was a sneer from the back of the classroom, and you knew it was Lu Yike without even turning your head.

Qiao Jiu did some calculations on the draft paper, and felt that this question was quite difficult, at least Lu Yike would definitely not be able to do it.

Zhou Wei did it very quickly, and came down immediately after finishing. The math teacher saw that he did it right and didn't say anything, and then started talking about the problem.

Qiao Jiu glanced at him: "Okay, you."

Zhou Wei raised the corner of his mouth: "You teach well."

Qiao Jiu: Why do you feel weird?

The author has something to say:

Really, poisonous...