It's the last day.

The half of the A3 floor was lifeless, and the team members changed from double digits to single digits. Everyone was very wet. They seemed to be in the belly of a sea monster, grabbing them in the air at will, and they could touch sticky things at their fingertips.

Chen Yang didn't know how others consumed their lighting tools. His own mobile phone was less than 15% of the battery, and the flashlight was not very bright, so he planned to stop using it for the time being.

There was only one light on the corridor.

The source was in the little mute's arms. She held the orange flashlight with her head hanging in front of her, maintaining the helpless and depressed posture without moving.

Qiao Qiao next to him sat blankly, and he had never said a word since Li Zheng died.

Li Zheng's death crushed the psychological defenses of the two girls.

The little mute is guilty, and Qiao Qiao is sad.

More than ten hours have passed when Li Zheng was eaten. Chen Yang recalled it and it was still quite a shock. It was the first time he had seen a monster dealing with a task person who violated the taboo in this mission.

The process of devouring is only one or two seconds, and in the blink of an eye, humans cannot resist it at all.

Chen Yang once again was glad that ghosts had ghosts. They would also be driven or restricted by rules, and they would be cleaned up if they violated them.

If they are not governed, the missionists can only wait for death.

Chen Yang wiped his face from top to bottom. After Li Zheng violated the taboo, Sister Wang became a film, just like Mr. Zhang.

Sister Wang has long been dead.

"Brother Yu" knew that he had exposed his identity and could no longer get close to the task, so he used the little mute to plan the outing, and it used "Sister Wang" who was inserted into the team to a key link.

From Qiao Qiao being hit and Li Zheng stepped on the shadow, Chen Yang didn't react.

"Dong"

Chen Yang's back of his head hit the slippery wall, and he let out a complicated sigh: "Sure enough..."

Touching towards Jian's eyelids.

"I'm right. In the mission world, any emotion will be used by rules, especially love." Chen Yang said vaguely, "You can't touch it."

The tragedies around him made Chen Yang believe in this more and more.

Chao Jian suddenly opened his eyes, his head slightly tilted, and his deep and violent eyes stared at him.

"One left first, how sad it would be for the one who stayed." Chen Yang murmured to himself, and a low laugh suddenly sounded in his ears, "Life is worse than death."

Chen Yang was stunned: "It's probably almost done." He heeled, "So..."

"You can't die." Chao Jian interrupted Chen Yang.

Chen Yang asked without hesitation: "Why can't you die?" After asking, he had an answer, and the one left behind had to walk forward with the hope of the two people on their backs.

"No." Chao Jian seemed to know what Chen Yang was thinking.

Chen Yang asked: "What is that?"

Chao Jian closed his eyes, his lips pressed tightly, and he stopped talking.

The light on Chen Yang's side was very dark. He could not see Chao Jian's face, but just moved his gaze along the other party's breath.

"No matter what, it will be very tragic to talk about love in the mission world." Chen Yang said for a long time, "Nine to nine out of ten are sad, and the remaining one is in turmoil and storm, half dead."

He laughed at Jian.

Chen Yang asked what he laughed at Jian, and he said, "You know nothing."

Chen Yang, who had never been in a relationship, did not fight back. He really didn't understand, but...

Chao Jian said in a leisure club a few months ago that he wanted to fall in love. The description was gentle and innocent. It seemed that he had never talked about it before and his first love was still there. Where did he get the qualification to train himself?

Chen Yang sat up straight: "You don't want to find a missioner to fall in love, are you?"

Chao Jian said nothing.

That's true? Chen Yang felt depressed. The inexplicable feeling did not pass away. Instead, he stayed for a few seconds and was arrested by him. His mind turned pale.

"You... be careful." Chen Yang heard his slight silence, and he groped and pressed Chao Jian's shoulder, like a brother or a father.

A sudden sound of the darkness: "Are you afraid that I will fall in love with the missioner and don't want you?"

Chen Yang was about to take down and then unconsciously put it back on the boy's shoulder. Whether it was listening in a row or backward, there was an indescribable ambiguousness.

Before Chen Yang could say something to change the topic, the hand placed on the boy's shoulder was pushed away.

"I will change my partner when I have someone I like." Chao Jian said gloomyly.

Chen Yang heard the sound of teeth biting, and the chill on his back made him get goosebumps in an instant. He wanted to scratch a few times, but found that his fingertips were a little trembling: "You are in love, are I going to give a red envelope? After all, you called me a lot of brothers."

Chao Jian: "…"

"Get out." Zhao Jian grabbed the crutch and smashed it out.

"You have said this word a lot," Chen Yang said, "One day I really get out, you will have no brother."

He didn't notice that his joke made the boy in the dark stunned, and his hands on his legs shook violently.

The temperature around seemed to drop a lot. Chen Yang had a cold war. He realized that Chao Jian was in a wrong state. Before he could think about the reason, he quickly held a handful of milk tablets and stuffed them into the other person's arms.

There is no familiar "crack" sound.

The milk film was useless? Chen Yang's heart suddenly sounded an alarm. He thought with a headache, so he could only change his way to divert the boy's attention.

Chen Yang got up and walked to the boy and squatted down: "Tell me something, you were so close to me when you smashed the door. Do you know what's going on inside?"

No response.

When Chen Yang approached, a disordered and heavy breath sprayed on his face. He paused and continued until the master of the breath leaned back and roared at him irritably and impatiently: "Stay away from me!"

Chen Yang breathed a sigh of relief, it was okay. Every time his partner showed his childish side, he would feel at ease.

Because a complete madman has no such side, Chen Yang thought.

"You haven't told me yet." Chen Yang asked in a stubborn tone.

"Guess." Chao Jian's hand was still shaking, and the milk slices were not opened for a long time. "That's a trap."

Chen Yang lowered his eyes. It was indeed a trap, but they couldn't get around.

"If it's a trap, there will be an accident." Chao Jian said.

Chen Yang's half-fitting eyelashes trembled. He took away the breast pieces that were rampant by Chao Jian and easily tore them open: "At that time, if Sister Wang hit me..." Chen Yang licked his lips and asked a question he didn't know why he was asking, "Will you hold me back?"

There was silence beside the wall.

"I won't." Chen Yang heard Chao Jian's unhurried and unhurried voice. He said "Oh", and the tear-opened breast pieces stayed between his fingers, forgot to be sent out by him.

A hand reached out to the darkness, pinched the milk slice accurately, and pulled it away lightly, accompanied by a mutter: "Because you are not bad at your current skill and agility, and you can handle it."

Chen Yang blurted out: "Then are you coming over and next to me just in case?"

"Don't squat in front of me," said a chilling gasp in Jane's throat as she restrained something, "Go away!"

"I'll go, I'll go, calm down." Chen Yang sat next to him and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The person who was mentally ill was moody and had no other way but to coax him.

Chen Yang peeled a milk slice and put it in his mouth, and there was a faint sweetness in his mouth. He thought to himself that whether it was the real world or the mission world, there was a phenomenon of the strong being the strong being bullied and bullying the weak and afraid of the strong. Monsters would also choose the targets to take advantage of the fragile and wonderful love of human beings.

At six o'clock yesterday, "Brother Yu" didn't check in from the gate, but it walked from the roof of the fourth floor.

Chen Yang looked at the rooftop and said, what's the prompt? He turned on his phone and saw that it was one o'clock in the morning and the last monster had not yet gone to work.

However, there are few people in the team.

The suppressed sob came from the left, and Chen Yang looked at the girl in the halo: "You have to get used to it."

Apart from this monotonous and weak comfort, Chen Yang could not give anything else. They were also missioners, and their lives and deaths were uncertain.

A drop of water fell from Qiao Qiao's eyes, and then another two drops were wet her cheeks, chin, and collar.

"Woo..." Qiao Qiao hugged the little mute, burst into tears in pain, "Woo--"

The flashlight in the little mute's arms fell to the ground. She surrounded Qiao Qiao at a loss and cried out, making a "ahhh" sound while crying. I'm sorry.

Chen Yang turned on the flashlight and found that Pan Lin was infected by the sadness. He kept wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. Chao Jian and Zheng Zhiqin were both indifferent and indifferent.

Zheng Zhiqian saw the death of many missioners, and Chao Jian was due to his personality, so they would not be moved by separation from life and death.

Chen Yang turned off the flashlight.

I don’t know how long it took, Qiao Qiao and the little mute were tired of crying and curled up together and fell asleep.

Chen Yang was very sad when he saw Qiao Qiao still twitching in his sleep. He gently pulled her zodiac book away. Just as he was about to open it, he heard a "thump" sound mixed with a terrified scream.

Pan Lin fell down.

Chen Yang put down his book and stood up: "Zheng Zhiqian?"

"I won't call Mr. Zheng." Zheng Zhiqian twitched, "My baby didn't pay attention to walking by himself, and he slid."

Chen Yang took a breath and found that the guardrails on the 234 floors were damaged in large areas, among which the guardrails on the third floor were the least damaged, so they stayed on this floor to rest.

"Blame me." Zheng Zhiqian blamed himself, "Children always like colorful shoes, and don't care whether the soles are anti-slip. I should advise him more."

"You are still in the mood..." Chen Yang's words came to an abrupt end. Why didn't Pan Lin shout for help? He rushed to the edge of the corridor with a crutch across his face, stopping him from moving forward again.

Chen Yang did not cross the crutch, he stood in that position and quickly shone down with a black flashlight.
To be continued...