Death Spiral [Infinite Flow] - Chapter 203

    The atmosphere suddenly became chilling.

    Lian Qiao looked down at the sleeping man in his arms and said, “I’ll take him up first.”

    The monk smiled: “Go.”

    Lian Qiao carried the honeysuckle upstairs and put the person gently on the bed. Honeysuckle was very tired, breathing evenly and slowly, and still slept deeply.

    Lian Qiao tucked the quilt for him and gave him a deep look before turning around and going downstairs to the lobby.

    The monk was still sitting on the sofa waiting for him with a cigarette between his fingers. When he saw Lian Qiao coming downstairs, he took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and shook out a cigarette with a random shake, and said with a hearty smile, “How about one?”

    Lian Qiao frowned and refused: “He doesn’t like me smoking.” Then he asked sarcastically, “Do you monks still smoke?”

    “I’m dying, the Buddha will forgive me.” The monk narrowed his eyes and exhaled a beautiful smoke ring, “Smoking can relieve anxiety, why don’t you try one?”

    The smoke ring slowly rose in the air, spreading into a hollow circle. Lian Qiao followed the smoke ring unconsciously, and actually had the urge to ask him for a cigarette in his heart.

    He sighed secretly, knowing that he was really depressed, otherwise how could he have such thoughts.

    He shook his head to drive this thought away, and Lian Qiao said solemnly, “Let’s get down to business. What did you mean by that?”

    “What do you mean?” The monk said lazily, “It means literally. 1992-2020, you forgot?”

    Lian Qiao narrowed his eyes: “Are you testing me?”

    The monk knew his relationship with Honeysuckle, but he still said something unfavorable to Honeysuckle in front of him. The intention was thought-provoking.

    The monk smiled and flicked the soot from his fingertips: “It can’t be called temptation. I’m very curious, if we still can’t do anything by 2020, what will you do then?”

    Lian Qiao said: “If you want to do something to him, don’t blame me for being rude.” He folded his arms and looked at the monk condescendingly, his whole body unconsciously exuding a faint murderous aura, “But I advise You’d better die, or I’ll…”

    The monk interrupted him with a laugh, stood up and patted his shoulder hard: “Don’t be nervous, don’t be nervous, we are grasshoppers on a rope. As long as the elevator opens, everyone will We can go out together. I have no grievances with you, everyone just wants to live, don’t be so arrogant. “

    Lian Qiao took a step back in disgust and avoided his hand. The monk didn’t think he was embarrassed, and still smiled and said: “You still haven’t answered my question. If you have to kill him before you can go out, you…”

    Lian Qiao interrupted coldly: “I will kill you all first.”

    The monk looked at him, his eyes burning, as if he wanted to see his soul through his eyes.

    “What about you?” the monk asked.

    Lian Qiao: “What am I?”

    “What will happen to you after killing everyone?” The hippie smile on the monk’s face is long gone, replaced by a look that is almost pitiful, “Suicide?”

    Monks are sometimes as sluggish as a mental retardation, and sometimes surprisingly sensitive.

     Even Joe did not speak.

    Seeing that his eyes were dim, the monk shook his head and smiled: “Sure enough, you have already thought of this. From 1992 to 2020, this dungeon reminds that on the bright side, Xu Rendong is regarded as a key player, and We isolate and at the same time put us all in opposition to him.”

    He paused, his tone was deep, and his pity became deeper: “If his death can bring us a way of life, then in turn, his life way, maybe only our death can Open…”

    Lian Qiao suddenly smiled bitterly and said something in a low voice.

    “What?” The monk didn’t catch it.

    Lian Qiao took a deep breath: “Survival conflict.”

    This is the law that he and Honeysuckle discovered in the first instance. Two people who encounter a conflict of existence in reality are very likely to enter the same copy. Since it is impossible for these two people to survive at the same time in reality, the copy does not allow this to happen. At least one must die before the dungeon ends.

    Monk: “?”

    Looking at his confused appearance, he obviously did not know this. Lian Qiao explained it clearly to him, and then smiled bitterly: “I was worried at that time, whether there would be a copy in the future, and there would be a conflict of survival between me and Honeysuckle…”

    “That’s not right.” The monk muttered, “If it’s what you said, don’t we all have conflicts with him? Can’t it? We haven’t met in reality. !”

    “I’ve been thinking about this too. When I came in with him, the environment around us was safe, and there shouldn’t be an existential conflict between me and him.” Lian Qiao sighed , “Maybe there is some mechanism that we haven’t discovered yet…”

    The monk grabbed his head, thought about it for a long time, shook his head and said, “I can’t figure it out. Forget it, I don’t want to.”

     Even Joe smiled: “I don’t want to, let’s take a step by step.”

    He was about to go upstairs when the monk stopped him again.

    “Although the road ahead is slim, don’t give up now.” The monk said.

    Lian Qiao was taken aback.

    The monk said sternly: “I mean, take it easy, don’t have **** every day like a carnival before the apocalypse. Is it like a word? Isn’t this the end of the road? …”

    Lian Qiao: “…”

    “What are you doing?” The monk asked suspiciously.

     Even Qiao didn’t answer, just frowned and walked upstairs quickly.

    Back to the second floor, Lian Joe pushed open the door, the room was dark.

    By the light in the corridor, he saw a figure on the bed sleeping peacefully, and the sound of his even breathing came from the darkness.

    Lian Qiao wanted to shake the honeysuckle awake to ask it clearly, but seeing that the honeysuckle was sleeping so deeply, he hesitated for a while, after all, instead of turning on the light in the room, he closed the door gently, and crept up to the bed.

    The soft bed made a slight creaking noise, but the sleeping honeysuckle didn’t notice it at all. As if he was not in a crisis-ridden copy, but in a warm and safe home.

    Did he let his guard down because he was exhausted, or… had he lost the will to survive?

    Lian Qiao’s mind reappeared in Lian Qiao’s mind when she peeped outside the school classroom, the tiredness of the honeysuckle like a dying swan.

    The monk just mentioned the “carnival before the end of the world”, which made Lian Qiao feel like he was in a daze, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.

    Honeysuckle’s abnormal behavior these days, isn’t it a carnival before the end?

    Thinking about it carefully, these days, Honeysuckle never showed interest in exploring the scene and finding clues, but kept pulling him to beg. Today is also the case. The place like the Unfinished Building is obviously very unsafe, but Ren Dong has made a dark night with him like crazy.

    He wouldn’t even let himself use the brass key. Although it is a somewhat risky move, being trapped in the dungeon will die sooner or later!

    It’s almost like I don’t want to leave here…

    No, it’s like I already know I can’t get out!

    —but why?

    What did the honeysuckle find that made it so depressed? When I got into the elevator, I made an appointment to come out together…

    etc. Something was wrong with him, as if it started in the elevator.

    They entered the elevator at home. When entering the elevator, Lian Qiao picked up the two strawberries on the coffee table and stuffed one into his mouth. At that time, Honeysuckle also smiled and said, “We’ll buy some strawberries together when we come out,” with a confident look.

    But after entering the elevator, he seemed to be a different person, exuding a bitter taste all over his body.

    In fact, even Joe was a little strange at that time, but before he had time to ask, the honeysuckle shrunk into a baby, and then disappeared into the ice and snow. A series of incidents caught Qiao by surprise. At that time, he was busy saving Ren Dong, and in a hurry, he also forgot about it.

    Then Rendong’s actions made him very puzzled – before Rendong was so kind and upright, a person with a slight martyr tendency would take the initiative to kill his teammates. And the reason Ren Dong gave him at that time was…

    …What did the honeysuckle say at that time?

    The pain in the back of my brain struck again. Lian Qiao covered his head, so painful that he wanted to hit the wall, but he still refused to interrupt his memories and forced himself to continue thinking about it.

    At that time, the honeysuckle…seems to say…

    “Between us, there is always someone who wants to be the bad guy. I don’t want you to be bad. So this time, let me be the bad guy.”

    Why did he say that?

    Why are you so sure “there’s always one bad guy”? Why do you say “this time it’s up to me”?

    …”this time”?

    Is there another time…

    “Woo…” Lian Qiao was in pain, and his whole body almost twitched.

    This action woke up the honeysuckle. Honeysuckle opened his eyes in a daze, and groped him in the dark: “Lian Qiao?”

    “…” Lian Qiao bit her lip, refusing to let out a groan. He tried his best to calm his breathing so that Ren Dong could not hear anything strange, and said in a low voice, “…Well. I’m here.”

    Honeysuckle habitually got into his arms and pressed her cheek to his chest. After a while, he raised his head in confusion: “Your heartbeat is so fast.”

    “…” Lian Qiao couldn’t think of any lies to deceive him, so he had to say dryly, “Really?”

    “Are you having a fever…” Honeysuckle was half asleep, pressed his shoulders in a daze, moved up, and put his forehead against his. After a few seconds, he said with confidence, “It’s okay, it’s not hot…”

    “Well, I’m fine.” Lian Qiao kissed the corner of his lips, “Go to sleep.”

    Honeysuckle was really exhausted. After confirming that he had no fever, he fell asleep again.

    Lian Qiao hugged him in the dark, breathing slowly. Gradually, the sharp pain in the brain subsided a little bit. He took a deep breath and found his back soaked in cold sweat.

    This problem is getting worse every time.

    In the depths of his brain, there was still a sense of being torn apart, and he couldn’t help but wonder if the next time he had another attack, he would faint on the spot.

    What’s worse, now it’s not just a headache, after the pain, he will have no strength all over his body like he is recovering from a serious illness. It’s just normal. If you get sick when you are in danger, wouldn’t it be slaughtered by others?

    No, forget it.

    Drowsiness gradually came, Lian Qiao hugged the honeysuckle, and thought in a daze: the honeysuckle has no medicine, if the honeysuckle gets sick again, at least give him some painkillers first… I can Can’t eat it all…

    Two medicine jars, and even the painkillers should be saved.

    What a pity.