The protagonist wants to steal my script again

Standing still in front of room 02, An Minghui raised his hand and knocked on the door, and said in a deep voice, "Hi, I came here yesterday, I want to say hello, is it convenient to go in?"

"...Please come in."

After being invited to walk in, An Minghui subconsciously straightened his back to make himself look more dignified—probably because Mr. No. 02 was sitting too upright, making the viewer feel guilty involuntarily.

Obviously he was sitting on the ground with shackles on his body, but this person was able to sit upright in the hall without any embarrassment.

"I don't know what you like, so I just took something casually as a meeting gift." Having met the two in front, this time An Minghui was no longer restrained, and took care of the blooming flowers. Put it in the only seat in the room, then handed the cushion to No. 02, and sat on the floor opposite to that person.

No. 02 didn't say anything, just raised his hand and threw the cushion in An Minghui's arms. Although restricted by the chain, it was difficult to move, but he still threw it very accurately.

"It's cold on the ground." No. 02 whispered.

Holding the cushion and thinking about it, An Minghui didn't reject the other party's kindness, so he sat on the cushion, but he still couldn't help laughing and teasing: "Actually, don't worry, my body is still very good now, and this Isn't it in the game?"

No. 02 didn't respond to his words. After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth again: "What do you want to ask?"

"Will you tell me anything I ask?"

"Maybe."

An Minghui thought for a while, turned his eyes around the person sitting in front of him a few times, and didn't see any obvious scars like before, so he asked: "Actually, when I visited the two before, I saw They all have some injuries on their bodies, why is this happening? Obviously as NPCs, why do you have injuries on your bodies?"

"...I can't say." No. 02 replied calmly. It could be seen that this was a person with a cold personality, but he was still full of patience when talking with him, "Sorry."

"Hmm... well, I might be a little abrupt to ask such a question." An Minghui didn't mind it, and continued to speak naturally, "I originally thought that all nine of you who were locked up would have scars on their bodies. , but I didn't see any marks on your body, so there shouldn't be any?"

Number 02 nodded.

"Really... that's pretty good. It's better to get hurt less." He looked at No. 02's wrist, which was chained by the chain, and shook his head helplessly, "Look at my brain, what happened earlier? I didn’t think about finding some wristbands, and being locked up like this every day, doesn’t it hurt?”

"Don't worry about us." No. 02 shook his head, as if he didn't care about these at all, "It's enough for you to take care of yourself."

I don't know why, after saying this, the two of them fell into silence by coincidence. Although they didn't speak, An Minghui could still feel that there was always a gaze lingering on him, almost never leaving for a moment.

After being quiet for a long time, he spoke slowly again: "Actually... when I talk to you, it always makes me feel like meeting an old friend."

"...What kind of old friend?"

"Some old friends I haven't seen for a long time." He smiled frankly, as if talking about some ordinary interesting things with friends, "When we separated, I always hoped that we could be well after we separated. Now we can be like It’s a kind of comfort to chat with you like this.”

No. 02 is not a passionate person, but he seems to feel sorry for the things he mentioned, and his words are slightly depressed: "Everything will be fine."

"I also believe that everything will be fine. It's just a casual remark. Don't be so downcast. Although I don't have any outstanding advantages, at least I'm good at regulating my mood." The question is, "According to what No. 11 said, the relationship between you here usually doesn't seem to be very good. Does anyone come to talk to you?"

"No." No. 02 replied calmly, "The only one who will walk here is you."

"That's right, that sounds really boring."

In such an environment, there was nothing else to do except simple conversation. Fortunately, An Minghui considered himself quite talkative, and the people he chatted with were always very cooperative, so everything seemed to be going smoothly.

Originally, An Minghui thought that visiting two people today would be enough, but now he wants to continue to visit the next one, so that it will be convenient for him not to go to the side with higher numbers tomorrow.

When he expressed his intention to leave, got up and walked to the door, No. 02 suddenly stopped him: "An Minghui."

Responding to the sound, An Minghui stopped, and turned his head to look at the person who suddenly stopped him: "What's wrong?"

"Don't go out at night."

These words sounded a bit rambling, and it was easy to remind people of some strange aspects, but An Minghui didn't ask carefully, but responded: "Well... I will pay attention, thank you for reminding me .”

——I clearly said that no one here will walk around to visit each other, and I didn't say my name when I entered the door this time, but this person still knows what his name is.It's as miraculous as No. 03 knowing that he went to No. 04 yesterday.

Walking out of room 02, An Minghui walked in the direction of room 01, thinking about these miscellaneous things, and felt that everything he had experienced so far was really both miraculous and funny.

Witches, wolves, divinely favored ones... are very similar to the game aimed at hunting wolves, but it seems completely different now.

When standing in front of the door of No. 01, An Minghui found himself inexplicably nervous.

He shook his head, raised his hand and knocked on the door panel in front of him, and said in a steady tone: "Hi, can I go in and visit now?"

"Please come in."

After entering the door, An Minghui was still the first to see Mr. No. 01 who was sitting upright on the ground and bound by chains.

He saw that on the little exposed skin of No. 01, there were some scattered and small scars.Irregular wounds can be seen everywhere on the neck, wrists, and ankles. Those wounds don't seem to be serious, and the number is not large, like ordinary bumps or abrasions.

"Because it was a temporary decision to visit here again, so you didn't prepare a gift, you shouldn't blame me, right?"

"It's ok."

As usual, he ignored the only chair in the room and sat in front of Mr. Prisoner. An Minghui looked at the dull and quiet person opposite, and smiled gently: "If you don't mind, just chat with me casually." what?"

No. 01 nodded, indicating that he was fine: "You can say whatever you want."

"Actually, after meeting you guys, I was thinking about a question." His tone was still soft and gentle, as if he was chatting with a friend about a story he had just read in a book on a sunny afternoon, "I think, You can be a very bad person yourself."

The person who listened to him obviously did not agree with this point of view, and immediately retorted: "You are fine."

"I have a lover, but I have left my lover alone more than once. Every time I am very concerned about what will happen after I leave, but I have to admit that I am also a little bit afraid to know." Will Some of his own thoughts were narrated, and An Minghui's tone was still very calm, making the listener feel comfortable, "What kind of life will he live when I'm not around? He has always been a very powerful person , has almost never let me down, so is it the same in this regard?"

No. 01 did not reply for a long time.

An Minghui smiled, and looked up at the man's tightly clenched fist: "Release your hand, don't hold it so tightly, it will be bad if you get hurt. I'm just saying casually, you don't like it Listen, then change the subject."

The person hiding under the mask is staring at the smile on the face of the person in front of him, all kinds of thoughts churning in his heart almost engulf him, be it annoyance or longing, it just feels as if they were still hugging and whispering yesterday, It seemed that it had been a long time since the last time I looked at this person so closely.

He heard himself trembling and squeezed out a dry sentence: "I'm sorry."

"Why are you suddenly apologizing to me? I should thank you for being willing to listen to me say these trivial homely things." An Minghui just shook his head as if he hadn't noticed the strange behavior of No. 01, "Although it was true before There are some twists and turns, but they have already come to this kind of reward game, I believe that such things will not happen again in the future, do you think so?"

Apart from nodding, No. 01 found himself unable to say anything.

"As I said just now, I actually didn't plan to come here today, but something suddenly occurred to me, and I felt that I should come here as soon as possible." Mentioning this, An Minghui also showed a hint of embarrassment on his face. There was a faint blush on his cheeks, "I owe someone something, if you can see him, please pass it on to him for me."

As soon as the words fell, No. 01 saw the person in front of him suddenly get up and walk in front of him, leaned down, closed his eyes, and planted a light kiss on his lips through a thin mask.

It was too close, and No. 01 could even clearly see the slight trembling of the person's eyelashes at that moment.

It was just a one-touch kiss, for No. 01, he almost didn't feel it through the mask, but he looked at the way the man turned around immediately after getting up, looked at the slightly red earlobes, I always feel that the area around the lips is hot as if it is about to burn.

"I've given you something, if you have a chance, please pass it on to me. That's it, it's getting dark, I'm leaving today." With his back to No. 01, An Minghui walked to the door At that time, I still felt that my face was a little hot, but I still stopped and said, "If possible, it's best to convey a word for me, just tell him: You are the person I like very much, and I owe you so much. Sorry for the long time."

After finishing speaking, he walked out of the room without looking back, his footsteps were a little hurried, and he looked like he was running away.

Obviously, it's not like he hasn't done anything more intimate, but in the end he still gets hot on his face because of this.

The author has something to say: No matter how many tricks (forced) he has done, An Bao is still a pure An Bao