Chapter 39: True Appearance

4399 was more anxious than Su Mian, speaking up for her injustice.

"Human hearts are selfish."

Su Mian turned and walked towards the corridor. Facing this behavior of almost pushing her off a cliff, she had no ripples in her heart.

In fact, the moment she stepped out of the elevator, she had already guessed the result.

It was the same everywhere. Even if the price of getting out of the elevator wasn't life, even if the price was just needing to waste a little more time, many people would be unwilling to do so, even if they were the last person to enter the elevator.

4399 didn't understand, but it liked Mian Mian, so it naturally felt angry.

【Mian Mian, where are you going? Aren't you waiting for the elevator?】

"Who said I have to take the elevator?"

She pulled open the door to the emergency exit.

"Isn't taking the stairs the same?"

Oh, right.

4399 felt stupid; it only thought about the elevator being fast, forgetting that it was actually only two floors to the Psychiatry Department.

It realized suddenly, and then chattered on and on in her brain, praising her non-stop.

"I thought when you said you were different from other systems, you would be something like a cheat code."

Su Mian spoke as if chatting while climbing. "Turns out there's no difference."

【...!】

【Mian Mian, how can you say that to me, woo-woo, I'm so sad.】

【The emotional value I provide you is so sufficient! It's much better than those artificial idiots!】

"I don't need emotional value."

She rolled her eyes. In the real world, she rarely made friends. When she was young, she was used to being sick, and those children were afraid she would infect them, so they collectively stayed away from her.

Later, when she grew up, her peers' thinking gradually matured, and many people wanted to be friends with her because of her appearance or other things, but Su Mian had long been used to being alone.

Between thoughts, she had already reached the 25th floor.

But a group of unknown creatures were wandering in the corridor; they hissed in low voices, their eyeballs turning stiffly.

The door to the stairwell creaked, and all the monsters' gazes focused on Su Mian.

To them, Su Mian at this moment was like a piece of fresh, plump meat.

The few at the front desk were already ready to go, the beating heart visible under the semi-transparent skin.

Su Mian saw such an explosive scene and was truly a bit disgusted.

This thing was more disgusting than any ghost in any zombie or horror movie, a hundred times more disgusting.

She silently shifted her gaze and shouted at the air.

"Qiu Du Zi!"

In an instant, a wheelchair broke through the window, flew over the heads of all the monsters, and appeared smoothly in front of Su Mian.

She didn't hesitate, raised her hand to support the windowsill, jumped with one leg, and her light body landed precisely in that wheelchair.

Qiu Du Zi charged out in an instant. Su Mian's heartbeat rose violently, accompanied by more and more monsters being attracted by the movement.

It "jumped" with Su Mian; the wheelchair was like a blade, and the monsters pressed under it instantly exploded like balloons.

Blood sprayed out, almost splashing onto Su Mian's face. She closed her eyes subconsciously, but didn't feel any coolness.

An opened umbrella was placed on her thigh. Su Mian grabbed it without hesitation to block the blood and wind in front of her.

A small note was stuck to the handle of the umbrella.

"The boss said it's useful, turns out it's for the master ^-^"

Su Mian glanced at it and tucked it into her pocket.

Boss? What boss?

She didn't have time to think about it. Just as she was about to turn a corner, a monster's hand suddenly grabbed her calf tightly.

That hand was cold and sticky, with a soft, squishy touch like a mollusk, very disgusting.

Su Mian felt a twitching pain in her leg. She frowned, and in the next second, she raised her other leg fiercely and kicked the monster in the face.

"Get lost." She gritted her teeth.

Plasma and teeth flew out together, landing on the ground with a "slap."

She caught her breath, clearly having used all her strength.

Su Mian looked down at her calf, which had been scratched and bleeding, and shrank her leg in pain.

But it wasn't over yet. Just a few meters from the office door, an exceptionally tall monster suddenly leaned down from the ceiling, almost about to pounce on her.

Su Mian cursed, put away the miserable-looking umbrella, stabbed it straight into the monster's wide-open bloody mouth, and then applied pressure with her fingertips, causing the umbrella to open instantly.

The monster screamed in pain, blood and saliva dripping onto the umbrella, and the whole thing was bounced away.

Fortunately, it was an automatic umbrella.

Su Mian wiped her sweat silently. If it were manual, she probably wouldn't have been able to bounce the monster away.

With a "bang," the door was slammed shut, isolating all the terror outside.

Su Mian leaned against the back of the wheelchair, panting violently, her legs trembling non-stop from overexertion.

She gently rubbed her ankle, which had been grabbed; blue and purple fingerprints had already appeared there, and the aftereffects of her stomach pain were coming back.

"Give me the candy from the last instance."

【Okay, Mian Mian.】

Several candies appeared in her pocket. Su Mian took one at random, tore open the packaging, and put it in her mouth.

The taste of green apple melted and spread in her mouth, and her heartbeat gradually calmed down.

She got off the wheelchair and almost knelt down again. The wheelchair moved quickly to Su Mian's side, acting as her support.

Su Mian sat on the sofa. She shook her head at Qiu Du Zi, speaking weakly.

"Don't worry about me, you go to the sixth floor to help Chen Mo first."

Qiu Du Zi hesitated, then backed out of the office.

Su Mian clocked in with her remaining strength, the pain in her legs becoming more and more prominent.

She bit her lip, took off her shoes, and curled up on the sofa, falling unconscious without knowing it.

Between waking and sleeping, she felt someone standing beside her.

Wen Cisheng squatted down slowly, his slender fingers tidying up the girl's messy hair.

His fingertips moved downward, shifting to the girl's calf, and gently touched the wound.

"Ugh..."

Su Mian shrank her leg subconsciously and buried her face in the sofa.

Sure enough, she's very afraid of pain. The DM lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on the exposed calf.

Her leg shape was beautiful; the calf muscles weren't obvious, and the soft flesh felt full when pinched.

The skin that hadn't seen the sun for years was fair to the point of transparency, but at this moment, it became the best canvas to set off this bruise.

In this mess, there was a strange aesthetic.

Blue-purple and snow-white intertwined, tyranny and fragility coexisted.

Wen Cisheng admired it silently for a while, then took off his mask, revealing a cold face.

The very light amber vertical pupils glowed in the dark room with the curtains tightly closed. This face was very "alluring" and could be considered a perfect modeled face.

His eye shape was long, his lower eyelashes were long and drooping, and the corners of his eyes were slightly raised, carrying a hint of nonchalant flirtatiousness.

His nose bridge was sharp, his jaw was sharp, and his lip shape was thin but carried a slight smile.

His skin tone was cold white, having both a delicate and noble air, and a hint of relaxed "frivolity."

The DM sat on the edge of the sofa and picked the girl up horizontally, placing her on his lap.

Su Mian's head hung down due to gravity, her neck revealing the most perfect arc. ===== CHAPTER 40 =====