Forces of Temptation

Chapter 50: Sand, Sand, Sand (15)

After a sweet dream, Sun Guojing opened his eyes.

He stared at the snow-white lattice ceiling, his heart was empty.

The numbness brought about by alcohol, mixed with the memory of finding a way out last night, made him feel content and peaceful.

What really awakened his mind was a long wine burp.

Sun Guojing suddenly turned over and sat up, puffing out his cheeks, looking around for the trash can.

But the deserted scene around him made all the filth that was about to pour into his throat to flow back, congested below his throat and above his stomach.

Stomach juices burned his esophagus hot.

But Sun Guojing's body was like falling into an ice cave.

…Where did everyone go?

He endured the discomfort of a hangover and stumbled towards the only exit.

The door is an old fashioned door lock.

There is no simple lock button that can be locked with one twist, and it can only be locked from the inside or the outside by the key.

Sun Guojing put his hand on the door panel and paused before he dared to slowly push down—

—click.

The door lock made a choking sound.

The tongue firmly bites the lock pin and does not move.

…the door is locked.

But Sun Guojing doesn't seem to be able to see it.

He gritted his back molars and twisted the door handle frantically.

The twisting turns into shaking.

The shaking turned into a desperate crash.

But the door in front of you is very strong.

The bull-like Sun Guojing finally stopped when his shoulder was hit and numb.

He seemed to have lost his soul, spinning in circles like a trapped beast in the lecture hall.

When he raised his head, he even had the illusion that his shadow was still hitting the door.

Is it just my own fantasy?

Did he come to 403 on his own initiative, or was he imprisoned here permanently by that force?

Hu Li and Zuo Jiaming who disappeared one after another, are they trapped somewhere like this?

…Sun Guojing has been confused.

With the turbulent and collapsed thinking, the san value dropped sharply.

3.5.

1.9.

0.8…

He's running away...

Yes, get out of here.

As long as he escapes here, he will not care about anything else...

Must escape, now, now!

The row of windows appeared in Sun Guojing's bloodshot sight.

—Escape!

Before judging the danger, Sun Guojing's body was already in extreme panic, and acted ahead of his thoughts.

He hurried towards the window, and with the force of hitting the door, he rushed towards the window like a mad cow.

He forgot one thing.

Glass is much more fragile than doors.

With the sound of glass breaking, Sun Guojing's world was turned upside down in an instant.

He was enveloped by the sun.

He saw a crowd walking and laughing in the distance.

He saw an unowned bird's nest hanging on the treetops that were half yellowed by the window.

Then he was pulled by gravity, and his upper body leaned out of the windowsill and fell straight down.

At the moment of weightlessness and seeing the ground approaching, Sun Guojing actually woke up.

What am I doing?

I—

At the same moment that the thought of "I'm finished" appeared, his downward momentum actually stopped.

—His coat, just hanging on the window button.

Sun Guojing maintained a downward leaning posture, staring directly at the hard gray and white cement floor.

No, no, no, no!

If he falls like this, he will really die!

Sun Guojing almost had a vision that his brain and the gray-white ground merged into one.

The instinct of survival made him more and more confused and wanted to retreat.

But shifting the center of gravity is not that simple.

In the blink of an eye, most of Sun Guojing's body was already hanging outside the windowsill.

The only thing holding him back was a smooth, semi-circular lock that wasn't enough to provide an effective rescue.

However, Sun Guojing just hangs on it less closely.

He can easily disengage from it with just a twist of his body.

Sun Guojing's waist was out of the window, unable to hang in the air to exert force, only the whole calf was still hanging upside down, hanging in the 403 classroom.

He waved his hands, trying to support the outer wall, but he leaned just a little before he heard the screeching of the coat sliding sharply on the hook of his life.

Sun Guojing did not dare to move any more, so he raised his voice and shouted in a miserable voice: "Help! Help!!"

In his ears, his voice echoed in the slightly empty campus in the early morning.

However, the morning joggers in the distance could not hear him.

The cleaners who were 100 meters away did not hear him either.

Sun Guojing still exists, but it seems that he has lost his connection with this world in advance.

Sun Guojing's face was flushed red because of the inversion, and his trachea seemed to have narrowed, so he could only exhale a high-pitched airflow.

He had hallucinations again.

There is a nagging sound when he was in trouble when he was a child and his mother took him to the door to apologize.

A dollar popsicle tastes in your mouth.

There was a lot of noise around when Heluoge and Qi Tianyun were squatting in the corner of the food stall, punching and blowing water.

And—

It was too late for him to look back.

Because the feeling of complete weightlessness strikes again.

…his body and the window pin, decoupled.

He closed his eyes, waiting for the fate of his head torn apart.

However, one second passed, two seconds passed.

...The weightlessness just now came from the back.

He was grabbed by the back collar of his clothes and pulled back from the line of life and death.

…

Nan Zhou looked at Sun Guojing, who was dragged up by himself, but his eyes were empty.

"Wake up." Nan Zhou shook him, "Wake up."

Seeing that Sun Guojing had no response, he raised his slap, and at the same time politely glanced at Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun, who had been terrified, and asked for advice.

The brothers are going crazy.

If Nan Zhou hadn't walked out for a while, he completely woke up from his sleep, started to order people, and recalled the specific number of people who entered 403 yesterday, they would have completely forgotten Sun Guojing in 403 .

They didn't know what Nan Zhou's glance meant, so they just begged Nan Zhou to save him.

Luo Ge and Qi Tianyun were shocked by the movement of this slap: "..."

Sun Guojing's head and neck were fanned to the side and twisted 90 degrees, and there was a clear snapping sound from the neck bone.

Nan Zhou was startled quietly, out of the mentality of making up for the dead, he immediately straightened his head, and quietly probed his breath.

…Alright, alive.

Sun Guojing had no idea what was going on.

The moment he slapped his face, the kaleidoscope-like illusion in front of him instantly extinguished the light,

…

When the powerless fell to the side, Sun Guojing's brain was buzzing, as if a hornet's nest had exploded in his head.

It took a long time for the empty world in front of him to gradually become colorful.

This slap also played a role in turning the tide. Shengsheng dropped Sun Guojing to 0.1, and the san value, which would return to zero at any time, fanned back to 0.5.

When Sun Guojing was about 80% sober, Nan Zhou had already moved his hands behind his back.

Sun Guojing's one eye was swollen high, and he struggled to open it for a long time, still to no avail.

He looked at the Nanzhou closest to him in a trance.

Nan Zhou coughed: "You're awake."

Sun Guojing wanted to speak, but his cheeks were swollen and numb, and he spoke as if a big chestnut had been forced into a squirrel's crop: "I..."

Nan Zhou took his words: "You are alive."

Jiang Fang couldn't help laughing when he saw Nan Zhou's guilty conscience.

Nan Zhou looked back at him.

Jiang Fang immediately made a zipper action with the corners of his mouth up.

Sun Guojing, who survived the disaster, has no time to pay attention to his face.

He said weakly: "Why do you guys come back to me..."

Nan Zhou turned around and said, "I found that there were fewer people, so I came back."

Sun Guojing said with a cry: "Am I not dead?"

Nanzhou: "Yeah."

Sun Guojing has not completely disappeared.

Like Hu Li, according to him, he saw himself standing at the head of Sun Guojing's bed after hearing the sixth rustling.

He let out a piercing scream, but the scream was completely swallowed by the air.

He seemed to be in a vacuum.

Later, Hu Li forcibly woke up the others through violent body movements, and he still had a conversation and dialogue with them.

In other words, after hearing the sixth rustling, a person does not die.

It's just that the sense of existence will be further diluted, and the medium of external communication will also be blocked for most of it.

Sun Guojing twitched his lips: "Then can you see me now?"

Nanzhou: "You can still see it."

Sun Guojing's eyes were still red, and he froze in place, looking at Nanzhou suspiciously.

Nan Zhou stretched out a finger and patted his shoulder lightly.

This finger made the psychological sandcastle of Sun Guojing, a one-meter-eight strong man, collapse and collapse.

Sun Guojing hugged him, and started crying like a child.

He put his hands behind his back, lowered his head quietly, and curled his hair on one side and fell on Sun Guojing's shoulders.

He wondered why.

What is the problem.

He walked into the sunshine with the help of his brothers, Sun Guojing's hands and feet were still there, and his heart was cold.

Sun Guojing's spirit was greatly affected.

But others are not much better.

Sun Guojing's experience brought them a dangerous signal:

Their reasoning went wrong again.

But the spirit of Nanzhou remains stable.

Because he was unshakable in one thing: what they encountered could not be an unsolved copy.

Moreover, he didn't think that the direction of their thinking last night was wrong.

Ghosts have no solution in terms of lethality, action and insubstantiality, so they must have solutions in other aspects.

Even including the copy solution proposed by Qi Tianyun last night, Nan Zhou thought it was reasonable.

They may just be wrong.

Just find out what's wrong with this step...

On the other side, Qi Tianyun and Luo Ge were already on the other side, tying their wrists to Sun Guojing's.

When he was tied by a rope, Sun Guojing tried to struggle away: "Don't. It's too dangerous."

Luo Ge reassured him: "Old Sun, you want to open up. It's just that we can't see you. Even if you disappear completely, as long as you follow the rope, we will know that you are still there."

Most people have a better mind than usual when it comes to life and death problems.

Sun Guojing is no exception.

He smiled wryly: "When the time comes, you will completely forget me, and you will feel that this rope is cumbersome."

He added: "Besides, if I get dragged away, it's not worth it. It's cheap."

Luo Ge dumbly said "ah": "...not really. Maybe, this copy is purely to scare people, that ghost might not have the ability to kill at all, and will only kill people. No one can see it. We just can't see you, as long as the dungeon is over..."

"Is it possible?" Sun Guojing was very sober, "If so, why is the dungeon's clearance requirement that we don't 'die' or 'go crazy'?"

"To put it bluntly...the player will still die."

"I've heard the sixth. I feel like I'm almost there."

"Every three times the rustling passes, the ghost will get big...I think I'm halfway through. Maybe, three more times, I'm really done."

"As long as I can't meet the customs clearance requirements, I can't do without this copy..."

"I'd rather die completely than stay here forever, live like dead..."

Speaking, Sun Guojing opened his reddish eyes and looked at the two brothers who had passed away.

He whispered, "Just kill me when I hear it twice more."

Qi Tianyun was silent for a long time, tightened the straps on his hands, and made a deadlock.

He said: "When the time comes, before we can untie it, we will die together."

Luo Ge quickly wiped his nose and coaxed from the side: "Fuck you. Who ran the fastest when he faced Nan Zhou? Lao Qi, you are as good as a ghost... "

Qi Tianyun lowered his head in embarrassment.

But his words were firm: "Never separate."

"Never."

…

Today is Saturday, and at 8:00 am, the campus has not fully woken up.

The door of a dormitory in the sports department was lightly chiseled from the outside, polite and regular.

A boy with messy hair like a chicken coop pulled the flip-flop and opened the door.

After opening the door, he saw a handsome little white face.

Xiaobai wore black-rimmed glasses, and the words "good student" were written between his eyebrows.

He pushed the mirror frame gently: "Is this Chang Shanhe's dormitory?"

The boy who opened the door gave a hoarse voice, and shouted at the dark dormitory behind him: "Shan Cannon! Someone is looking for it!"

…

Chang Shanhe yawned, and while opening the door of the sports warehouse with the key, he asked the person behind him who claimed to be a new member of the sports department of the student union: "What a basket of basketballs?"

Xie Xiangyu pointed to the whiteboard next to the warehouse door with the name "Chang Shanhe" written in oily pen: "No more. You cleaned up the warehouse yesterday, and Coach Dou asked me to find you."

While Chang Shanhe muttered "Shouldn't", the door of the sports warehouse creaked open.

A faint smell of rubber hits my face.

Chang Shanhe walked inside: "I really lost the props, why didn't Coach Dou call me..."

Xie Xiangyu followed: "I don't know. If you can't find it anyway, you have to take responsibility."

Chang Shanhe scolded in his heart, the students in the student union are really **** good at showing off.

A little cub who he can squeeze half-dead with one hand dares to cluck in front of him.

Changshan River, who murmured, passed around a layer of thick cushions about the height of a person, and stopped.

He turned around: "Isn't this a three-basket basketball, where is there less—"

He couldn't say even half a word again.

Now, the cap of the pen has been removed.

A percussion iron bullet device is installed inside.

When you press the end, an iron pestle with a thickness similar to the tip of an oily pen will pop out at the speed of a marble.

The cartilage between Chang Shanhe's throat was crushed by the iron pestle that suddenly touched his throat.

Xie Xiangyu made a "huh" and praised to himself: "It's easy to use."

Homemade gadgets, it took a lot of work.

Fortunately, the effect is outstanding.

His iron tower-like body staggered two steps, fell face down, and was covered by a mountain of soft cushions.

The effect of the weapon tested on the NPC made him very satisfied.

Xie Xiangyu is ready to leave.

But he saw a shadow standing in the door of the sports warehouse against the light, blocking the only way he left.

At the same time, the thin sound of "rustle" played in his ears again.

For Xie Xiangyu, this is the sixth time.

He saw the shadow in front of him, twisted to the ground on all fours.

He also saw the shadow on four feet and rushed towards him with the ground.

But he kept his hands in his trouser pockets, smiling.

When the twisted monster rushed in front of him, Xie Xiangyu raised his foot and stepped on it accurately.

He smashed a cloud of air.

"Hello."

Xie Xiangyu stood in the empty warehouse with a smile.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Now that he has waited, he can finally do what he wants to do.

He walked out of the sports warehouse, locked it properly, and smoothed out all the wrinkles on his clothes.

No one knew he had been to the sports warehouse.

Accurately, now, even those who can witness him leaving the sports warehouse turn a blind eye to his existence.

Xie Xiangyu walked briskly towards his real destination.

With a light turn from the American girl who swiped her card into the apartment, Xie Xiangyu broke into the foreign student dormitory without hindrance.

He played with the little props he carefully designed with one hand, and stepped into the management office of the international student dormitory like no one else.

The administrator is a foreign woman with a big wave, reading a magazine and drinking coffee.

When Xie Xiangyu passed by her, he silently put his hand on his temple, and slightly playfully pointed his toes, as a greeting to her.

Behind the woman, Xie Xiangyu searched every drawer and every corner in a grand and reckless manner.

He hummed a cheerful song: "WeWishYouAMerryChristmas…"

He had no fear of being discovered.

Because it is impossible.

The music ends when he finds what he wants.

He took out a stack of room cards from the drawer.

Name is written on the key card.

Former name: Lodoca Monto Loca.

Chinese name: Jiang Fang.

He took out the gift he wanted and hid it in his palm.