Chapter 43: Soft Heart

In the face of an absolute power gap, she actually dared to negotiate with him, and even tried to define "aesthetic."

But it was precisely this boldness that made Su Mian unprecedentedly vivid in his eyes.

"Interesting proposal."

He chuckled low, and the next moment, the two appeared in the emergency exit.

The few people who had been fighting bloody battles in the monster pile were still panting. For a time, they fell silent, looking at each other, somewhat lost.

They looked up, and the DM and Su Mian stood at the highest point of the stairs.

The slender and tall figures, the opposition of white and black, were unusually harmonious. They were facing the light behind them, making it impossible to see their faces.

Chen Mo looked up, and for a moment, she actually felt that the two were of the same kind.

"Qing... Qingci."

Wang Yuxuan broke the silence, but closed his mouth when he met that terrifying gaze.

Su Mian stepped forward to check Chen Mo's wound. "Can you still hold on? Let's go back to the staff dormitory first."

Chen Mo's gaze wandered between the DM and Su Mian, somewhat hesitant to speak, but finally just nodded. "Hmm."

The few of them rushed upstairs. When passing Su Tang's dormitory, she looked inside intentionally or unintentionally, but it seemed there was no one there.

They entered Su Mian's dormitory together. Su Mian was prone to getting sick, so she had prepared a lot of medicine in the dormitory.

After applying some pain relief medicine to the few of them and wrapping them in bandages, it was already dusk.

The joy of surviving the disaster was greater than the exhaustion. Zhang Shuo Zhi cried out "wow."

"Great!!! I survived, woo-woo, wife, I survived!!!"

He cried messily, took something out of his bag, and the remaining three looked over, thinking it was a photo, but Zhang Shuo Zhi took out a round iron piece.

The iron piece flashed with seven-colored light, and in the center was an anime character wearing a maid uniform.

Wang Zeyu didn't know what he thought of, and couldn't help laughing. Zhang Shuo Zhi glared at him.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing... nothing, you, you and your wife have a hundred years of harmony."

He turned his face away, his whole face flushed red from holding it in.

"You're mocking me?! I'll report you for discrimination!!!"

Saying this, he was about to stand up and do something, but pulled his wound and grimaced in pain. Chen Mo retracted her gaze speechlessly and pulled Su Mian to the side.

"What is your relationship with Si Shi?"

She lowered her voice, her tone serious. "I'm not questioning you, Qingci, DMs are all dangerous. Contacting them, it's hard to guarantee you won't lose your life."

Su Mian said a faint "hmm," her emotions unchanged.

"I know, but... this world isn't black and white."

She lowered her eyes, rubbing her fingertips unconsciously.

She would never hand over her initiative, even if fate had already defined her as a... person full of mess tortured by illness.

She was treated by everyone with the identity of a porcelain doll, as if she would shatter with a light touch.

Her parents' careful care made her like a flower living in a greenhouse.

But Su Mian didn't like this; she wanted to live like a normal person, or even in a more passionate way.

That's why she liked script murder games very much; she didn't need to expend physical strength to experience different personas and feel the heartbeat acceleration brought by words.

A subtle temperature belonging to a living person came from her fingertips.

She herself was also an extremely indifferent person, even wanting to end her own life in the hospital ward many times. There was no one to miss, and nothing that had to be done.

But here, "living" forced her to explore the world in another hideous yet vivid way.

Anger, excitement, vigilance, calculation.

There was even a trace of excitement she didn't want to admit when facing an unknown powerful existence.

These surging emotions, carrying a stinging sensation, washed over her long-frozen heart.

She raised her head slightly, feeling that lazy and irresistible gaze wrapping around her whole body. Su Mian's breathing trembled slightly.

What would be the consequences of making a deal with the devil?

Being watched forever, and control that followed like a shadow.

But these were precisely what ignited her desire to survive and her desire to win.

"I'm physically weak, you guys have seen it, I couldn't even solve a single monster."

"Getting his protection, I can use my still-clear brain to continue living."

Chen Mo looked at her steadily and suddenly laughed.

"Perhaps you are very suitable for this place."

Only the sound of two men fighting remained in the room. Wang Zeyu raised his hands to surrender, and the two finally ceased fire completely. Su Mian stood up.

"You guys find a way to distract Su Tang, I want to go to her room and take a look."

Chen Mo supported her unconditionally. She nodded. "Okay."

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It was night.

The dormitory floor, as a safe house, saw no monsters, except for the bones all over the ground.

"Knock-knock—"

With a creak, Su Tang opened the door. "Sister Chen Mo?"

She looked like she was just about to sleep, trying to squeeze out a lazy smile, her soft voice sounding harmless.

"Is there anything you need from me?"

Chen Mo pointed to Wang Zeyu's dormitory.

"There was no meeting today, we plan to go to Wang Zeyu's dormitory to discuss it."

Su Tang agreed without a word. Chen Mo put her arm around Su Tang's shoulder.

Her other hand had already touched the key in Su Tang's pocket at some point, and with a flick of her fingertips, she threw it to the ground.

After the two walked far away, Su Mian came out from the dark, picked up the key, and went inside.

The room was no different from hers. She bent down to search the bed, but nothing was hidden, and there were pitifully few things in the bathroom. There were only a few balls of white paper in the trash can.

Her gaze swept slowly, so she put on medical gloves and squatted down by the trash can to search.

Suddenly, she touched a ball of paper with a completely different texture, or rather, paper.

She opened the paper quickly, and her pupils shrank slightly.

It was Yang Xuan's medical record.

She didn't only know Yang Qi? Why would she have Yang Xuan's medical record?

Su Mian looked down with doubt. She discovered that Yang Xuan had personality split disorder and had been hospitalized many times.

It was recorded that he suffered from dual personality, and the number of personality switches became more frequent over time, and the treatment ultimately ended in failure.

A flash of inspiration crossed her mind, and she remembered the past that Zhou Ruochuan had mentioned.

Temperament was unpredictable, sometimes gentle, sometimes irritable, maybe it was just the two personalities switching back and forth, but Zhou Ruochuan didn't know.

She had a bold idea.

Perhaps Yang Xuan didn't have a brother at all; that was just another personality he split into.

This was the reason why some people had seen Yang Qi but not Yang Xuan; they assumed the brother and younger brother were two people.

So Su Tang lied; she actually knew Yang Xuan and also knew he had personality split.

Su Mian took a photo of this paper, stuffed it back into the trash can as it was, packed everything up, and left quietly, heading to Wang Yuxuan's dormitory.

Su Mian had just reached the door when she vaguely heard the sound of an argument.

"So... you guys suspect me?"

Zhou Ruochuan couldn't stop trembling. Chen Mo put her hand on her temple, her tone impatient.

"It's just Qingci's speculation. You guys don't understand human anatomy, so if the deceased wasn't dead after going to the rooftop, it can be judged that the knife wound wasn't fatal." ===== CHAPTER 44 =====