Every day I'm on the verge of death

Lu Jifeng didn't know what was so special about the mirror, he weighed where he was sitting, in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, he had no intention of going forward to check it now.

If possible, he needs to distract the plotter who weighs the balance, so that he can better check the clues left in the room.

The quilt on the bed was a bit messy. Lu Jifeng went to the bed and reached out to open the drawer of the bedside table. The moment Weigh moved out, he saw a wound less than one centimeter on the back of Weigh's hand.

At the moment when the wound was exposed, Lu Jifeng stretched his sleeves to cover the wound. The act of weighing made Lu Jifeng turn his eyes away quickly.

Because of the cover of his sleeves and because he didn't deliberately observe the behavior of weighing, he didn't find anything wrong.

The things in the bedside table are no different from those in other rooms. Lu Jifeng closed the drawer and walked into the bathroom. The things in it are for two people, and one of them has already been used. It can be seen that the only people staying in this room are one person.

But it is precisely because the things have been used that some problems can be seen. The younger brother of the plotter committed suicide suddenly after staying in the hotel for at least one night. He didn't even leave any last words to commit suicide.

A person who is still paying attention to his personal image after staying in a hotel will not suddenly commit suicide after staying in a hotel for a day. Something must have happened in the middle, which made him want to commit suicide.

When a person wants to commit suicide, no matter how brave he is, he will send out unconscious distress messages to the people around him. If these messages are accepted and a helping hand is extended to him, then generally the person who commits suicide will choose to live. down.

Lu Jifeng stared at the mirror in the bathroom for a while, and then walked out after a few minutes.

"Your brother, did he mention the words 'I don't want to live' to you?"

Heng Heng was still sitting on the edge of the bed. He lowered his head and didn't know what he was thinking. He didn't look up when he heard Lu Jifeng's question, but answered slowly.

"there has never been."

The balanced answer made Lu Jifeng more certain that the plotter's younger brother's suicide was a sudden intention, so during his stay, what happened to make a good-looking person commit suicide suddenly?

There was wind blowing in from the broken window, I don't know if it was an illusion, Lu Jifeng felt that the thick fog outside seemed to be following the direction of the wind, flowing into the room.

Lu Jifeng always had a feeling of heart palpitations, his eyes staring at the fog outside the window became a little lax, it seemed that something in the fog was calling him and let him walk over.

The fog was getting closer and closer to him, and the voice from the fog surrounded him, and he stepped out slowly step by step. Just when he was about to find the voice, the sudden weightlessness brought him back to his senses.

On the ground next to the window, he blinked at Tang Wuyin who was pressing him to the ground.

"A Yin, you are getting fat."

A second later, Tang Wuyin got up from him with a wooden face, and spoke in a low tone.

"There is a problem with the fog, stay away."

Of course Lu Jifeng knew that there was a problem with the fog. He was attracted by the things in the fog just now, and he immediately realized that something was wrong.But he wanted to see what was hiding in the fog.

In order to reduce the defense against that thing, he deliberately pretended to be attracted, and at the same time drew out his fighting/fighting/knife, but just as he stepped on the window with one foot, Tang Wuyin threw him down.

Of course, Lu Jifeng would not directly tell Tang Wuyin that he did it on purpose, otherwise he could have foreseen the scene where he was reprimanded by Tang Wuyin pinching his face.

Looking at Tang Wuyin's expressionless face, he couldn't help stretching out his hand to pinch it. After pinching it lightly a few times, Tang Wuyin glared at him, and then withdrew his messy hand.

"it is good."

Lu Jifeng coughed and turned his head to look out the window. He Tong was standing by the window looking out for something. The next moment he swung the big knife in his hand, and there was a terrible scream.

Lu Jifeng wiped his face. The monsters in this mission seem to prefer to climb the wall. Whether it is his room, Tang Wuyin's room, or this thing, there is no one who is not lying on the wall next to the window, ready to make a sneak attack at any time.

"See what it is?"

He Tong turned his head and shook his head: "No."

Lu Jifeng didn't say anything else. After all, it's normal to not be able to see anything in such a thick fog. In addition, the most likely thing to be injured is that it will fall to the bottom of the building. Even if it is not dead, it will be half disabled on such a high floor.

Even if it didn't fall, they were prepared for it now, and with the fact that it was hacked by He Tong, they probably wouldn't easily attack them in the room for a while.

The movement just now caused the glass shards scattered in the corner to be kicked, and when Lu Jifeng noticed, a lot of the blood on the ground was scraped off by those glass shards.

They were delayed for too long in the cafeteria, and the hour hand on the wall was slowly pointing to six. Before it was completely dark, they had to choose between going back to their room to sleep or not sleeping.

"It's getting late. Although I'm also very anxious about my brother's affairs, we need to go back to the room to rest, and we'll talk about the rest tomorrow."

Balance restored his smile again. Although there was no harsh language in the words, Lu Jifeng could clearly feel that the other party didn't want them to stay in this room any longer.

Because of the dense fog, the night came faster than yesterday, and before they had time to get out of Room 444, there was no light at all outside the window.

In the suddenly darkened room, you couldn't see your fingers. Except for the sound of the wind blowing in through the window, the whole room was very quiet. Lu Jifeng subconsciously reached out and grabbed Tang Wuyin who was standing on his right.

The moment his finger touched the person next to him, he retracted.It was definitely not Tang Wuyin's bone-chilling chill, but the next second the person next to him directly pulled his hand into his.

The biting cold made Lu Jifeng shiver. He wanted to shake off that hand but couldn't shake it off. At the same time, his throat seemed to have lost his voice, and he couldn't make a sound, and he didn't even have a chance to ask others for help.

The man led him forward step by step, Lu Jifeng didn't know whether they were moving towards the door or the window, until those cold hands pushed him out.

The cold wind hit his face, and the faint light flickered through the thick fog. He knew clearly that he only needed to take another step or be gently pushed by someone, and he would fall directly from the fifth floor.

Lu Jifeng suddenly thought, maybe the younger brother of the storyteller committed suicide in the same way?He closed his eyes and tried to reach out to touch something next to him, but he couldn't even reach out.

His limbs were as stiff as his own body. If he had to use a word to describe his current state, it would be like being pressed by a ghost.

The brain is fully awake, while the limbs are still asleep.

The person with cold hands didn't appear again, Lu Jifeng stood by the window alone facing the cold wind, he didn't know how long he stood in this state, a day or two... a year or two...

Time passed so long, he began to keep thinking about the reason why he was here, recalling everything that happened in the game and life, but eventually he began to slowly forget the past memories, until at a moment he forgot who he was …

He didn't know why he was standing at this window, he didn't know what he wanted to do, and he didn't know what he should do.

He looked at the gray area below, and suddenly wanted to jump down to see what was below, maybe that would be more interesting than standing here all the time.

But the moment he raised his footsteps, he hesitated. He always felt that he had more important things to do, but... what was it?

……

"Brother Yin, what's wrong with Lao Feng?"

He Tong crossed his arms and looked at Lu Jifeng who was standing motionless by the window, his face was inexplicable, just now he weighed and suddenly proposed to leave, originally they planned to listen to the weight and leave first.

After throwing away the storyteller at night, the three of them came up to check the situation, but halfway through, Lu Jifeng suddenly shook off Tang Wuyin's hand, walked to the window and did not move as if possessed by a demon.

"do not know."

Tang Wuyin stretched out his hand to touch Lu Jifeng's hand, his palm felt a little cold, the coldness was not like normal people's temperature, Tang Wuyin frowned subconsciously.

He reached out and touched Lu Jifeng's pulse, and found that the beating became very slow.

At this moment, Tang Wuyin's breathing became rapid. He hugged Lu Jifeng's head and pressed his forehead against it. He could hardly hear Lu Jifeng's breathing.

He leaned against Lu Jifeng's chest and heard a slow plop, and a tear fell down his cheek to the ground.

"His vital signs...weakened."

Tang Wuyin's expression became very scary, and He Tong took a step back unconsciously. He looked back at the balance. At this time, whether as an administrator or a plot person, Tang Wuyin would be the most suitable object for Tang Wuyin to vent his emotions.

After hesitating for a few seconds, He Tong stood in front of the balance and said in a weak tone.

"Brother Yin, if you are sad... just come to me."

He Tong knew that what he said was not authentic, but just like Tang Wuyin would be sad if something happened to Lu Jifeng, if something happened on the balance, he would be sad like He Tong.What's more, as a friend, he doesn't want to see the person he likes start a conflict with Tang Wuyin.

Although Tang Wuyin's face was ugly, he was not completely irrational.

He watched He Tong's movements, the corners of his mouth twitched, and he finally chose to remain silent. The trade-off was just an administrator, and he couldn't help himself. All of them were just props to prepare for the battle in the outside world. What right is there to blame the same controlled trade-offs.

He took a deep breath and sat at Lu Jifeng's feet. If Lu Jifeng really failed here, then he would stay here and stay with him forever.

The room became very quiet, and even the trade-off who said at the beginning that he wanted to go back to rest did not urge them to leave again. He kept smiling from the beginning to the end, standing at the door and watching them quietly.

Tang Wuyin sat on the ground with his eyes closed, and his face had returned to calm. After sitting like this for a few minutes, He Tong suddenly spoke.

"Brother Yin."

Tang Wuyin didn't open his eyes, probably guessing that He Tong was afraid that he would cause trouble for weighing, so he said it directly.

"I won't touch him."

He Tong stood behind Tang Wuyin, his tone slightly excited: "No..., I mean..."

Before He Tong's story was finished, Tang Wuyin felt his ears itching slightly, and reached out to touch the slightly cold hand that was attached to his face.