Chapter 101

"What big thing can an NPC make? This group of players is stupid, and they conflict with the rules, questioning the instance transformed by the gods; are they tired of living?!"

The moment the words fell, Zishi's right hand gripped tightly!

"Crack—!!!"

A harsh shattering sound exploded in the space, and the floating image, along with Su Mian's image inside, was crushed by an invisible giant force.

The fragments twisted and collapsed in the air, finally turning into a pinch of pitch-black ashes, drifting down.

Killing intent.

Pure, cold, unquestionable killing intent permeated from Zishi.

His spine protruded higher, and his nails rubbed against each other, making an unpleasant sound.

Provoking the rules, just kill them.

He wanted to lift his leg, but was stopped by the man in front of him.

Sishi still maintained a slightly bowing posture, but the smile on his face gradually faded a lot.

"Master, I'll handle this small matter."

Zishi didn't even look at him.

Just waved his left hand casually to the side, and Sishi's body was hit head-on by an invisible battering ram, and the whole person was thrown backward.

He used his feet to resist the wall edge, knelt on one knee, and his back hit the solid wall to form a groove; he let out a muffled groan.

Red hair hung down, covering his face, which could not be seen whether he was happy or angry.

A drop of blood flowed down the corner of his lips.

"Put away your set." Zishi turned around and walked toward the darkness, his voice still echoing in the space.

"You kid haven't been peaceful lately either, send him for maintenance."

"Oh my, so scary~" Wushi put down the file, clapped her small hands, and her sheep eyes were full of excitement.

"Maintenance! I don't know which instance he will be thrown into~"

"Hehe... if he goes to be a little prostitute like Shenshen, he will probably have nightmares for a long time."

Her words were sweet, but the content was chilling.

After the words fell, two football-sized, round metal spheres popped out from the void, with codes marked on their bodies, Containment-1746, Containment-1747.

They dragged the weak Sishi up, and their pixel-style cheeks changed from smiling faces to crying ones.

"Boss, what's wrong with you, boss!"

"Boss, are you okay, why are you vomiting blood! I'm not okay, my heart is broken..."

Wushi supported her chin, watching these two anxious little spheres with interest.

"It's just that Brother Sishi likes to take care of these contained aliens; the aliens in the instance all call him boss, I'm so envious~."

The taciturn Xushi rolled his eyes, "You talk a lot today, he likes to take them in, it's none of your business."

"You stinky dog, are you scolding me?!"

"I'm scolding you, so what?! Who are you calling a stinky dog?!"

"I'm calling you a stinky dog!"

Seeing that they were all talking about nonsense, the gods dispersed one after another.

Twelve hours left until the college entrance exam.

Twelve o'clock midnight.

Su Mian didn't wait for any news; she couldn't sleep, so she took a walk alone in the quiet campus.

There is a small river at the side gate of the school; calling it a river is better than calling it a sewer; there are always some low-quality students who like to throw trash into it; the street lamp shines down, and the river water glows with a faint green light.

She is dying.

Su Mian thought, but she had said this sentence many times; every time she was sick and unclear, she would say to herself, I am dying.

Then she started to recall what was worth remembering; remembering mom and dad, remembering the coupons for playing games that hadn't been used yet; apart from that, there was nothing else.

Then after recalling, she basically woke up; opening her eyes was mom's happy smiling face, excitedly but carefully hugging her.

Sometimes Su Mian wondered if she just couldn't die.

Was it just to torture her, let her repeat it over and over, unwilling to give her a quick end.

But people are lowly; when she could really die quickly, she didn't want to die anymore.

Maybe close her eyes and recall again, maybe she won't have to die.

Su Mian closed her eyes in self-deception and started to recall everything in the past.

Fantasizing that this moment is a revolving lantern, but this time, there are many more things.

Besides mom and dad, besides script murder, there is one more person... or rather, a snake.

"Because it's you."

"I find it interesting."

"Detective Miss, long time no see."

"Stop it, Evelyn."

"Is my body not satisfying you, Director Xiao Ci?"

"I don't know."

"I only know that Mian Mian wears a mask like me."

"Just unwilling to take it off."

When she opened her eyes again, she didn't know how tears flowed down.

Suddenly, white light appeared in the distance; she subconsciously covered her eyes with her hand; a figure walked out of the fog, tall but distorted in posture, as if hunching his back.

Su Mian squinted her eyes to see the person clearly, and after seeing clearly, she lowered her eyes again, her expression unchanged.

Zishi poked his teeth and stood in front of this ignorant human, looking down.

"I see you are very disappointed."

Disappointed? Maybe a little.

But more of it is a kind of calm after the dust has settled.

If she guessed correctly, this one should be Zishi, the rat-form incarnation.

The gamble was revealed, and the dealer appeared in person.

"What is the result of my appeal?"

"Rejected."

Zishi only had two cold words; Su Mian frowned, "Why?"

Her pink lips parted slightly, "If the cornerstone of the infinite world is 'absolute correctness', why set up the procedure of 'arbitration'? 'Foolish Doll' perceives the truth through desire."

"Is this a loophole in the instance, or do you not care about the fairness of the detective game at all?"

"Sharp-tongued."

There was the indifference of an absolute superior in his eyes.

"The rules set up arbitration to prune branches and maintain the form of the tree of order, not to encourage the roots to question the soil."

"Can the rules be guessed by a mayfly like you who lives in the morning and dies in the evening?"

Su Mian didn't answer, just raised her chin slightly, meeting those scrutinizing eyes.

Her silence itself was an answer, a silent provocation.

She could guess, she could define.

This calm obviously angered the existence in front of her.

In Zishi's long life measured by "rules", he had seen countless players' fear, begging, collapse, and even rage.

Only rarely seen this kind of calm that accepts fate but is stubborn.

"Ignorant of life and death." Zishi squeezed four words out of his teeth.

The next moment, Su Mian felt her neck tighten; a thin hand like an iron clamp appeared out of thin air, strangling her throat, and a huge force lifted her feet off the ground.

The feeling of suffocation instantly drowned all senses, her eyes began to turn black, and only the roar of her own blood rushing remained in her ears.

"Uh..."

She struggled instinctively, her fingers scratching the motionless hand in vain, and her feet kicked in the air.

Just in this dying chaos, the pocket of her school uniform jacket was torn open, and some scattered small things fell out with a clatter, landing at Zishi's feet.

A few fried peanuts, bright red goji berries, a handful of mung beans, and two wrinkled pieces of dried tangerine peel.

The force on her body suddenly loosened.