The protagonist wants to steal my script again

No. 02 said, don't go out at night.

An Minghui has never been a person who likes to confront others, but this time is an exception.

So after taking a shower that night, he took a random book from the bookshelf, took the charged portable desk lamp in his hand, and walked out of the room with these things.

When he reached the third floor, the first person who found him was the prisoner leaning against the stairs. That person had the number 32 printed on his clothes. When he saw him, he expressed his surprise almost immediately: " What are you doing out so late? Go to the fifth floor to get things?"

Seems to be a slightly irritable gentleman.

"No, I just want to come out to get some air." An Minghui held up the books and desk lamp in his hand, smiling kindly, "Everyone here seems to have the habit of holding some activities at night? I also want to join in by the way, and follow the Get acquainted with yourself."

While saying this, he raised his eyes inexplicably, and looked at some scattered people on this floor—about ten seconds ago, the atmosphere was very bad, and some people were even holding dangerous things like knives in their hands. Goods, but now everyone is staring at this side neatly.

"Are you fucking crazy?" No. 32 scratched his hair irritably, raised his hand and grabbed his arm, and was about to pull him upstairs, "Don't come down to join in the fun, honestly Go back to your sleep!"

"You don't need to sleep in the game, do you?" Letting No. 32 pull him, An Minghui still stood there motionless, although his expression and tone of voice were still gentle, but he didn't mean to give in at all, "No. 11 said he would I want to convey my wish to you, so I came here specially to get to know you.”

Choked by his words, No. 32 said irritably: "There is nothing to know, is it interesting to blow the cold wind outside in the middle of the night? Go back to your own room to read the book."

"Why do you insist on me going back? So many people are here, is there any danger if I stay here?"

Seeing that An Minghui not only didn't turn around and go back to the room, but even walked towards the bench, No. 32 only felt a mouthful of blood in his throat, and he didn't dare to spit it out, and it was not easy to swallow. I can only take a few quick steps forward to catch up with that person: "Okay, okay, I promise you that you won't die tonight, okay? Then you can go back honestly, right?"

Without stopping, An Minghui asked leisurely: "Can you guarantee this on behalf of everyone?"

"What's wrong, if you wake up tomorrow and find that someone is missing, can you come to me and pay you?" This person suddenly became so difficult to deal with. On the 32nd, he felt that his hair was about to fall out, but this person still refused to stop , I don’t know why I’m so stubborn, “I promised you, why are you going there? Go back and sleep!”

"Since there is definitely no danger, why can't I stay here?"

It's killing me.

Watching the man sit down on the bench unhurriedly, turn on the desk lamp, turn over the first page of the book, and start reading quietly, No. 32 really wanted to spit blood for him to read.

——Has this person been so difficult to deal with before? ? ?

There was nothing to do, No. 32 could only let out a long breath, and then sat down beside An Minghui, staring at the man's face for a long time, and then shifted his gaze to A sky with nothing but the moon.

It was relatively early when An Minghui came out, and after that, many people came out of their rooms one after another. After they came out, everyone invariably turned their gazes to him, and then went to find a place honestly. Staying there, not doing anything, it seems that they are all in a daze.

Not to mention the aborigines here, even An Minghui felt like the head teacher who sat in the classroom during evening self-study in high school.

—Speaking of which, even his former students were not so honest and obedient.

It is impossible to read a book for a whole night, and it is impossible for the power of the desk lamp to last that long.

After staying until An Minghui finished turning over the last page of the book, No. 32 finally couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and wanted to urge this person to go back to the house quickly.

However, An Minghui leaned down on the bench very calmly, resting his head on No. 32's lap, closed his eyes and said naturally: "I'll sleep for a while, wake me up when it's dawn, trouble."

No. 32: "...you fucking go back to sleep in your own room?"

An Minghui: "I want to sleep here, can't I?"

"..."

"Actually, I'm not too sleepy. If you want to talk to me, you can wake me up at any time."

"Quickly sleep with you!" How could there be such a difficult person.

With a low laugh, An Minghui didn't say anything that would make No. 32's head hurt, and only said one last sentence: "Then good night."

That night, he really spent the night outside, and even after falling asleep in the second half of the night, he slept quite peacefully.

When he woke up, he was still pillowing on No. 32's lap, but he had an extra piece of clothes that he originally wore on No. 32's body, while the bad-tempered gentleman was just wearing a thin vest and left him alone. Pillow.

"Good morning, I'm sorry to trouble you last night." Rubbing his eyes and sitting up, An Minghui returned the coat he was wearing to No. 32 and smiled, "Thank you for your coat."

"fine."

"Then I'll go back and wash up first. I still have a lot to do today. See you next time."

Sitting in the same place and watching the man walk away slowly, No. 32 put on his coat again, and couldn't help but sighed again.

——It’s not really necessary for this person to play this game, is it?What kind of ending will play out in the end, you can guess with your eyes closed.

***

After washing up, An Minghui went out again. According to the plan, he was going to visit No. 05 and the next few people today - as for how far he could go, he was not sure.

This time he didn't go to the fifth floor to pick up some gifts, probably because he was a little impatient and wanted to settle the matter earlier, but in the end he forgot about the gifts.

They shouldn't be unhappy about this.

Standing at the door of Room 05, An Minghui raised his hand familiarly, knocked on the door and asked, "Excuse me, can I go in now?"

"Come in."

Entering the room, the figure of No. 05 also came into An Minghui's sight.

——This is really... quite tragic.

His eyes stayed on No. 05's neck - it was covered with extremely hideous scars, and it was uneven, obviously not caused by a sharp weapon, but more like being torn apart.

As if noticing his gaze, No. 05 lowered his head in embarrassment, trying to cover up his scars, and his hands that were fixed by the chains trembled violently, as if he felt extremely ashamed of his appearance.

"Why do you want to block it? Although it does look scary, I'm not that timid, am I?" An Minghui said with a smile, stepped forward and sat down in front of No. 05, "Looks like he's locked in the room All of you are easily injured, and I saw quite a few of you with scars on your body, so I’m more or less used to it. But I’d like to take the liberty of asking, you don’t have any other injuries, right?”

Almost reflexively made the movement of curling up the body, but when the sound of the collision of the chains sounded, No. 05 realized that he could not do the curling up movement at all, so it had no meaning except to cover up.

Of course, An Minghui also saw the meaning of his action, so he didn't say much, but just leaned forward, reached out and grabbed the hem of No. 05's clothes, and then raised his hand to lift the hem of the clothes a little.

No matter how hard you struggle, there is no way to stop An Minghui's movements under the premise that his hands and feet cannot move freely. No. 05 almost squeezed out a wailing plea from his throat: "Don't look..."

However, it is obviously meaningless to say this, because An Minghui has already seen clearly the criss-crossing and terrifying scars on his abdomen.

"..." Couldn't bear to close his eyes, An Minghui let go of his clothes and let the clothes fall back to the original place. He raised his head and looked at the gray and white mask on No. 05's face, as if he was watching through the mask. Looking into the other person's eyes, "Since you don't want to be seen so much, why did you hurt yourself in the first place?"

"Sorry……"

"Why are you apologizing to me?"

"Sorry……"

"Don't cry, I don't have any paper with me." He raised his hand helplessly, and stroked No. 05's head in a consoling manner. I wanted to cry more and more, "Although we only met for the first time after coming to this game, I think you should be very proud, why are you crying?"

"Okay, be happy. I'm here to chat with you, not to make you sad." Knocking No. 05's head with his knuckles, An Ming said with a dark smile, "No matter what happened before, it's all right now." It's over, it's only going to get better, shouldn't you be happier? By the way, you know? I saw someone write an alternate ending to the little mermaid fairy tale before, and the little mermaid didn't turn into a bubble, prince Falling in love with her, the two ended up happily ever after together."

"...Can we be together forever?" No. 05 asked dryly, with a hint of imperceptible expectation in his tone.

"Huh? What are you talking about? I don't quite understand. After all, I'm just a new witch." After smiling, An Minghui added, "Although I don't I know what you are talking about, but I think it is definitely possible. If you are a little more confident, maybe the hope will be even greater. It is not a saying that if you pray very seriously, you will be replaced by the angel after hearing it Will your wish come true?"

Hmm... Although I have never heard of this kind of statement, it is just made up by him, but it should be okay