I’m Actually a Bigshot

    "Dewey! What are you doing?!" Qin Guan's voice came from outside the opaque door of the office, full of anger, but he tried his best to keep his voice down.

    "Qin Guan, don't get excited, those monsters are being attracted by the sound." Dewey's voice was still heartless, "Bai Hua is right, one less competitor, we survived It's more likely."

    "Dewey, you will be punished!" came Mu Rong's gnashing teeth.

    "This is a good thing for everyone, and I don't think you should be too focused on Baihua." Dewey obviously stood on Baihua's side, "The resurrection of Baihua is an established thing, Then he's the only one here who can take us out."

    "You bastard! Hand over the remote!"

    "Click!"

    "Oops, sorry, accidentally stepped on it."

    …

    The voice outside the office was depressing and noisy, but it couldn't affect Su Qingxing's mood in the office at all.

    In other words, nothing can affect Su Qingxing at this moment.

    The wind in the office was still blowing wildly, the shutters were snapped, and I don't know if anyone outside the door heard it.

    "I don't remember how many times I was killed." Su Qingxing placed Sisi on Mu Rong's desk almost unconsciously, maybe he was talking to Sisi, maybe he was talking to himself He said to himself, "Being stabbed in the heart, cut in the neck, pushed off the roof, thrown into a group of ghosts... Human beings always think of various ways to survive."

      There are hundreds of them in hell."

     "My mother said that as long as you don't have bad thoughts, you will not be hurt. My father said that the only way not to be hurt is to become stronger, because all life is born to fear the strong."

    "Maybe Cinnabar is right, I should have a good rest." After Su Qingxing finished saying this, he sat down against the wall and closed his eyes.

    "Ow!" Under Sisi's gaze, the wind in the office did not stop, but Su Qingxing, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes again.

    It was a pair of... eyes with invisible pupils, the purest blue pupils.

    No moderation, no forbearance.

    There was nothing in those eyes.

    I don't know when the short black hair turned into silver that dragged the floor.

    "Su Qingxing" looked towards the door of the office and slowly stretched out his hand...

    The wind in the office seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

    "What's wrong?" At this moment, a taller figure appeared beside Su Qingxing and instantly grabbed his arm.

    At that moment, the wind in the office disappeared.

    All paper and furniture fell back to the ground, and the office was eerily quiet…

    The figure in the black uniform stood beside Su Qingxing, clutching his arm tightly, not letting go.

    Silver hair, gray scarf, and a face that cinnabar constantly praises... Just like when he and Su Qingxing met in the ghost town inspector.

    The one who appeared beside Su Qingxing was undoubtedly the **** of death, but it was definitely not the "model" built by cinnabar, but the one who came here quietly for Su Qingxing's sake... His Highness the **** of death in the underworld.

    At the same time, the little snow wolf who was originally placed on the desk by Su Qingxing disappeared, as if it never existed.

    If Su Qingxing on weekdays would definitely try to avoid the **** of death, but at this moment, Su Qingxing looks a little weird... He just still stood facing the door, without even turning his head to look at the **** of death.

    But at the same time, Su Qingxing heard the question asked by the **** of death, and then replied in an indifferent voice: "Fix the job in front of you, and then go back to rest."

    Death seems to have thought of something, and his face is a little nervous. In fact, such expressions rarely appeared on the face of this underworld boss, but when facing Su Qingxing, these conventions seemed to have become meaningless.

    "How long have you been working continuously?" The **** of death did not dare to let go of Su Qingxing's arm, for fear that in just a moment, the power that Su Qingxing burst out would be enough to obliterate all four people outside the door , ashes!

    "I don't remember." The "Su Qingxing" in front of the **** of death had no emotion on his face, no emotion in his eyes, and he couldn't even feel any emotion in his words, but he was unexpectedly answering questions.

     "Maybe ten days, maybe twenty days, maybe thirty days... The guides don't need sleep, they can naturally keep working." Su Qingxing's consciousness had already fallen asleep because of exhaustion, only The subconscious mind and instinct are left in action.

    "You, you need to rest." Death could feel that Su Qingxing's power was getting stronger and stronger, so he had to use the same power to suppress him.

    "So the work must be completed as soon as possible." Su Qingxing's words were like the program set at the beginning, "To obliterate all the work goals is the fastest way to complete the work."

    "You don't know what you're doing." Death still didn't let go, and the handsome face was slightly frowned, "If you wake up, you will regret it."

    "It has been abandoned." Su Qingxing's voice was neither sad nor happy, "It doesn't matter."

    The reason why Su Qingxing has become like this is very simple. Because of long-term dedicated work and forgetting to rest, the body is exhausted and exhausted to the extreme.

    But even so, Su Qingxing seems to have not forgotten about work.

    "It's not uncomfortable." Even though he was already in the arms of Death, Su Qingxing's expression still did not change, his empty eyes stared straight at the God of Death, as if he was looking at a complete stranger "The job of the guide is to be an irrelevant bystander. Only every time he is killed and abandoned, will he feel that the eighteen layers of **** are not cruel enough for some dead souls."

    "You, like hundreds of years ago, don't care what you look at, but keep things in your heart." Death grabbed Su Qingxing's arm with one hand, and the other hand directly Huan Huan, "Only say it when you are confused."

    "My work is not finished yet." Su Qingxing's face was still not moved.

    "Yes, this movie isn't over either." The **** of death stopped talking and took Su Qingxing to disappear from the room, leaving only an empty office.

    In another corner of this trial world, in the cinema that Su Qingxing and the others are very familiar with, the figures of Death and Su Qingxing slowly appeared.

    Death just held Su Qingxing's hand and sat down in the middle of the cinema, looking at the curtain that was gradually lighting up ahead like a couple coming to the cinema.

    Su Qingxing, who was confused, seemed to be very obedient, without any struggle or opposition. But if it wasn't for the Death God's suppression of Su Qingxing's power at the moment, no one knew what the world would be like.

    On the curtain of the theater, a picture that was not originally appeared gradually.

    The originally large office was full of bloodstains, some human-like monsters were gnawing at each other's bodies, and those shouts of hunger were endlessly surrounding the cinema.

    The screen gradually shifted, and Mu Rong's office appeared on the screen. Mu Rong, Qin Guan, Bai Hua and Dewey were still standing at the door of the office, falling silent.

    "The door can't be opened, right?" Dewey, who had just stepped on the remote control, lowered his voice, smiled and said to Mu Rong and the others, "You can smash all the glass with an ax, but this way If the monsters hear the sound, they should rush over, right?"

    Mu Rong and Qin Guan tried to talk to Su Qingxing, but the shutters were tightly closed, and the office door was not light at all, they had no idea what was going on in the office.

    "He will rush in." Sitting in the theater, the **** of death pointed his finger at Qin Guan in the picture, "He took you all the way out of the theater, and this time he won't leave you behind. ."

    "No." Su Qingxing stared straight at the curtain, "In that case, they will die."

    Those monsters who feed on themselves will be attracted by the sound, and there is only one way to rush into the office, and that is to smash the glass wall.

    "Make a bet. If I win, just... remember my name." Death looked sideways at Su Qingxing, his black eyes full of seriousness.

    Su Qingxing did not answer.

    "I forgot, when you wake up, you won't remember this." Death looked down at their hands, "Am I the only one who can remember all this forever? My dear Yes, the betrothed."

    …

    The **** of death looked back at the movie curtain in front of him.

    "Let's go." Bai Hua seemed to be in a good mood in the picture, "Perhaps Su Qingxing staying here will be safer than us."

    But in the next second, Qin Guan raised the axe in his hand and waved it towards the glass wall without hesitation.

    At this moment, the **** of death sitting beside Su Qingxing moved his fingers slightly.

    "Click." The door of the office that was locked suddenly opened.

    Aware of this, Mu Rong immediately pulled Qin Guan back, almost causing the unknown detective to stumble to the ground, but because of this, she did not alert the cannibal monsters wandering nearby.

    Su Qingxing has been taken away by the **** of death, so Mu Rong's office is naturally empty.

    Su Qingxing seems to have evaporated from this world.

    When Mu Rong and Qin Guan came out of the office, they beat Dewey hard in hatred. But even though Dewey's nose was bruised and his face was swollen, and there were several marks of high heels on his arm, Qin Guan and Mu Rong did not throw him directly into the monster group in the end.

    "We are not you, not as shameless as you!" Qin Guan could not wait to slash the axe directly on Dewey's body, "Where did Su Qingxing offend you!"

    The picture on the screen began to shift to Bai Hua. The young man who attracted Dewey had a smile on his face, and said to Qin Guan and the others indifferently, "Isn't it good now? Su Qingxing is out without any pain."

    What the teenager didn't know was that in a certain cinema, Su Qingxing and Death were watching their every move just like watching a movie.

    "I won, even if I knew I was going to face the monsters, they rushed in." While looking at the curtain, Death said softly, "My name is Meditation. One day, I will do it again Tell you the name myself."

    Su Qingxing still did not respond. Although his eyes were looking at the curtain in front of him, his eyes were empty and without focus, obviously he had not regained his consciousness.

    In the picture, Mu Rong and Qin Guan are divided into one group, and Dewey and Bai Hua are divided into one group.

    It is in such a complex atmosphere that a group of people cautiously walked through the large office to the entrance.

    Before this, there appeared to be a wall blocking the entrance, preventing everyone from leaving the company.

    But now, instead of a wall, what appears at the entrance is a familiar red corridor.

    A group of people looked at the corridor with familiarity, but this time there was one less boy in the corridor with his eyes closed and Qin Guan's shoulders...

    After walking for a long time, another door appeared at the end of the corridor. Qin Guan opened the door first, and in front of them was a small classroom.

    A dozen students are sitting in the classroom, practicing drawing on the drawing board set up in front of them.

    "This is my art classroom!" Dewey immediately shouted.

    "The work is not done yet." Looking at Dewey's face enlarged in the picture, Su Qingxing got up from the seat of the cinema.

    But because of being held by the **** of death...Meditation, Su Qingxing, who was still in a daze, leaned forward and fell directly into the arms of meditation!

    The long hair, tied at random, spread out between the legs of the two people, looking at each other.

    Su Qingxing has no consciousness, but his contemplative consciousness is very clear.

    Holding the boy who fell into his arms, he almost held his breath in contemplation.