Chapter 49 Sleep Sanatorium: I’m Waiting for You

Author: Bai Siam conductor

Zhang Quanrui looked at the trash can tilted on the tile floor and wondered, isn't there something called a trash bag in a nursing home?

He pinched his nose with one hand and held up the trash can with the other, but when he saw the situation inside the trash can, his face turned pale, and nausea instantly surged up from his stomach.

Zhang Quanrui was lying by the pool. He hadn't eaten anything since last night, and now his mouth was full of sour water after vomiting. He washed his face well with water, trying to wash away the sour taste.

When he raised his head to shake off the water stains on his broken hair for the last time, he noticed Mr. Chung standing by the toilet window.

The young man held the mop in front of him, holding the end of the mop with both hands, leaning his thin chin on the back of his hands, staring blankly out of the window, which seemed to be another area of ​​tall buildings outside the minaret.

The morning sun shines through the fig leaf-like frosted glass of the toilet and hits Chung Jun's delicate and handsome face.

His slender and curled eyelashes cast a small, well-defined shadow under his eyes, and the shadow of his nose formed a beautiful arc on the side of his face.

Although his eyes had lost their luster due to physical pain, from a distance they looked like a pair of uncut jade.

He is the Venus in the museum, and it is so pleasing to the eye that it is indescribable.

When entering the internal beta test, Zhang Quanrui felt that Chung Jun was different from ordinary people in many aspects, not to mention his figure and appearance, which was simply beyond the reach of ordinary people.

It is definitely false to say that he has never doubted it. Even he once speculated that Mr. Chong might just be a cosplay (role-playing) enthusiast, but during the subsequent copy process, he quickly overturned this assumption.

Chung Jun gave him the feeling of a perfect robot, with fast perception and agile movements. Even his emotions seemed to be just embellishments, barely showing in front of others, and he never showed any overly excited or sad expressions.

All these things would definitely be inconsistent with other people, but Chung Jun integrated them very well, as if he was born like this the moment he was created.

This kind of person is what the ruler needs.

"Chongjun, has the domination system come to see you?" He looked at the young man in front of him, unable to bear the curiosity after all, and asked.

Mr. Chong turned his head to look at him. The light moved away from his face, like a gentle big hand caressing the back of his beloved child's head. When he walked around, his black hair gradually dyed against the light golden morning light.

There was a faint halo.

"Yes," to Zhang Quanrui's surprise, Jun Jun had no intention of hiding it. "After she left you, she came to me directly."

Zhang Quanrui got the affirmative answer. At that moment, he felt that his limbs were trembling, "Then you agreed?"

Mr. Chung smiled contemptuously when he heard this, and relaxed his grip. He heard the mop in his hand fall to the ground, and the wooden stick made a muffled "dong" sound when it hit the tiles.

"I can't help it. The conditions she offered are very attractive and I have no reason to refuse."

Zhang Quanrui was not surprised by his reply. It was expected in advance. He sighed, "You have seen that UNO may realize your desires, but the price you pay for it is devastating," he said

At this point, he pointed out something, "Just like Gu Yan. Of course, Irene is also an example."

Of course, what he didn't know was that the system couldn't detect Chung Jun's desire, because Maomao's pursuit of the world was too pure, and it was fundamentally different from people like them who had actually been in the mainstream of society for many years.

If it weren't for this, the master wouldn't have chosen Chong Jun as a trading partner. After all, in the system's philosophy, a transaction in which the input is greater than the output is never worth a try.

So Mr. Chung did not continue talking.

He sincerely hoped that it would be best for Zhang Quanrui to stay as far away from these messy things as possible.

"I went to look next door. They said that we are also responsible for the women's restroom." Mr. Chong said as he picked up the mop again and walked out.

"I won't let you go to Wang Shilin," Zhang Quanrui said sternly, regardless of whether Wang Shilin next door heard it. "The bargaining chip you gave him has expired. He will not go to the emergency room again. If he plans to

What if I kill you immediately?"

At this time, at the door of the women's restroom, Wang Shilin's hand holding the rag suddenly tightened.

He admitted that what Zhang Quanrui said was correct, and that he indeed wanted to kill Mr. Chong within 24 hours. Now that Gu Yan was dead, the remaining players, Mr. Chong and Yingtao, were the only players among this group of new patients who threatened him.

, being able to get rid of one as soon as possible will increase your chances of winning.

Zhang Quanrui was a patient of 210. He originally had no plan to kill him because whether the other person survived or not had no impact on him.

But if this person would hinder him and Chung Jun, Wang Shilin felt that he should consider whether to include Zhang Quanrui on his assassination list.

But then, Chung Jun's words directly saved Zhang Quanrui, "I will handle the matter between him and me, and it's not all because of this that I left in such a hurry, but..."

As he spoke, he pointed to one of the compartment doors and smiled gently at Zhang Quanrui, "I just discovered some interesting things, and I think it's better to leave them to you to face alone, so I won't stay to disturb you."

Not only Zhang Quanrui, but also Wang Shilin who was listening in the corner was startled.

What interesting things could this man find while cleaning the toilet?

Just as Wang Shilin was thinking about it, he came face to face with Mr. Chong who came out of the men's room and immediately smiled like a yandere when he saw him.

"Let's go, I still have something to talk to you about." He said this, hooked his arm on Wang Shilin's shoulder and left.

On the other side, Zhang Quanrui watched Mr. Chung leave, and suddenly felt a trace of panic in his heart.

After spending time with this person for a long time, I always feel like I'm going to be cheated. This seems to have become a conditioned reflex!

But to be honest, he still believed in Mr. Chong's judgment and intuition.

Then, with a sudden heart, he raised his foot and kicked open the wooden door of the compartment.

There was a narrow passage in the compartment, and even the walls on both sides were covered with patches of vines. On the branches of the vines, the moment he opened the door, the blood-red buds collectively bloomed into bright and dazzling flowers.

Thorn rose.

Zhang Quanrui felt that he was being bewitched by evil gods other than Venus. When he stepped into the passage, he found that there was mucus under his feet that was so thick that it turned into colloid, which was exactly the same as that of the old man who bled to death.

of slime!

He swallowed hard, bought a simple lantern from the World Store for lighting, and then cautiously walked inside.

He deduced from the slope and direction of this passage that it was a passage different from the tunnel in the pharmacy, but it was a different route with the same destination, directly connecting the unknown area on the first floor to a certain place on the first floor.

It can be seen from this that those "sleeping people" who are exiled to the negative level always use other methods to touch the sunlight again, and are not willing to wait for death in a place where they can't see their fingers.

Perhaps yesterday's experience on the negative floor had a shadow on him. Zhang Quanrui's legs were trembling, trying hard not to slip on the mucus.

But this place is actually different from the first floor.

The roars of the monsters are endless, as if those [guys] are going to get in their faces in the next second.

When one is extremely close to death, a person's limbs will lose strength, but the five senses will be magnified in an instant, as if they want to remember this only death experience in their life for a longer time.

In front of the passage, a dim chandelier suddenly lit up.

A little girl in a dress sits on two intertwined tentacles and holds a toy locomotive in her arms.

Zhang Quanrui paused, his eyes widening in shock.

"Brother, I damaged the locomotive again. Can you help me repair it again?"

The little girl slipped off the tentacles and trotted closer to Zhang Quanrui. Her little face unexpectedly looked a bit old under the orange light.

"Who are you!" Zhang Quanrui avoided her, his voice rising several degrees due to extreme nervousness.

"Brother, I heard from my mother that they finally found a school willing to take you in, so you went to school and never came back to see me."

The little girl raised her head. Even though she didn't feel Zhang Quanrui's response, her smile was still joyful, "I'm happy for you, because no school has been willing to take risks for us children with congenital heart disease since we were young."

"Brother, I have been waiting for you to come back to see me, but why didn't you come?"

As the chandelier swayed, Zhang Quanrui could clearly see the wrinkles that were twisting and twisting like mountain roads all over the face of this little girl who was less than 6 years old.
Chapter completed!