The suffocating smell of blood hits your nostrils.
The door clicked shut behind you.
Baomu hurriedly stood still and turned around.
There is no door.
I am in an empty hall, surrounded by darkness. In the darkness, I can vaguely distinguish the outlines of objects in the hall.
This is...the lobby on the first floor?
Baomu held his nose and came to the door of the hall. The door to the courtyard was still open. When he came in, the half moon hanging in the sky disappeared.
There is almost no light.
The strong smell of blood was like a scalding wave, sweeping over him in waves.
Baomu took out his phone and unlocked it with his fingerprint.
The screen went dark.
"What's going on?" Baomu pressed the power button a few times, "Is it turned off?"
Long press.
No response.
"It's not like the power is out at this time. I remember there is electricity..."
Cold sweat crawled down his forehead. Baomu flipped over his phone in a panic. After a few seconds, his body suddenly froze.
There is sound.
Tasteful.
Someone is approaching.
It was an almost inaudible, harsh sound of metal hitting metal.
What followed was an even more foul smell.
Baomu held the phone tightly, his legs were trembling a little, and he chanted the sutra over and over again to calm himself down.
It sounds like that thing should be in the stairwell on the left, maybe on the third floor, maybe... it's on the second floor now.
what to do?
The world of Wansheng is a friendly world. It will not embarrass us or harm us...
Baomu tried his best to comfort himself psychologically.
Then, he saw that thing.
"Bang!"
The door to the stairwell was violently smashed open, and a rickety figure appeared in the darkness.
That's a person.
Baomu took a breath of air.
That was a man covered in blood.
The man held a hammer in his right hand, stopped, faced Baomu, and raised his head suddenly.
Baomu covered his nose and mouth.
It's Zhao Baihuan!
It could also be Zhao Qianle. The two brothers look the same. It's too dark here and I can't tell them apart.
But considering the personality differences between the two people, Baomu still tended to think that it was Zhao Baihuan.
But that's not the point.
The point is, Zhao Baihuan's eyes were red, saliva overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and his bloodthirsty eyes were locked on him.
Baomu felt a chill in his heart.
Is he... planning to do something bad to himself?
Zhao Baihuan moved his steps and approached him.
This must be his answer, Baomu thought sadly, what should he do?
I'm just an auxiliary, I have no actual combat effectiveness at all, and I'm also a squishy auxiliary.
But when you calm down and think about it, it is still easy to make a judgment on the current situation, either to move forward or to retreat, and the way forward is blocked.
Baomu turned around and ran towards the courtyard.
Why is there the smell of blood everywhere?
Baomu ran and turned his head to look.
He didn't follow.
Baomu was almost running to the school gate outside the courtyard. There were no stars or moon in the sky, only a small street lamp standing on the roadside outside the fence was shining.
Even after running here, the smell of blood is still pouring into his nose.
This is not the world they entered.
It's independent here.
Baomu ran to the street lamp in one breath.
This is a brass gas lamp, only a little taller than Baomu. The orange candlelight is caged in the metal frame. There is a suspicious depression on the pillar under the light group.
Bao Mu touched it with his hand.
It seems to be an ordinary groove.
He tried pressing it a few times, but there was no response.
Baomu raised his left hand to hug the pillar, and increased his strength with his right hand.
Still no response, but...
Baomu moved to the back of the pillar.
There is also a groove in the symmetrical position just now.
Baomu recognized the shape of this groove at a glance.
It's the hammer.
In. disaster. difficulty. escape.
Baomu held his forehead in despair.
He silently turned around, walked back to the courtyard, and stood at the door of the school building again.
There is no one in the hall.
I thought my mission was to survive, but I never expected that it was actually to die.
He stepped into the hall.
He took a deep breath.
"Zhao Baihuan," Baomu made a mosquito-like sound, "I'm coming to find you."
***
What appeared in front of the fool was a yellow door.
Then, adhering to his usual personality, he kicked open the door.
Transients all around.
I was still in school, but the light around me suddenly became brighter.
Not the lights.
The fool lay down on the edge of the window sill and looked outside. The late-night golden-red light spread from the corners of the sky to the entire sky, and the fire clouds tore into pieces.
Is it dawn?
He glanced around at the regular furnishings in the classroom and walked to the corridor with a frown.
"Eh!——"
In the middle of the corridor, there is a person standing.
"You are..." The fool approached the person with his back turned, "Zhao Baihuan? Why are you here?"
The man slowly turned his head.
It was the face of the twins, and a pair of sad eyes.
"I'm not Zhao Baihuan," his voice was filled with sadness, "I'm Zhao Qianle."
"Zhao Qianle," the fool looked him up and down, "Then why are you here? Where is your brother? Where is Wan Sheng?"
Zhao Qianle withdrew his eyes and looked blankly at the small window at the end of the corridor, "I don't know."
"What are you going to do? Do you have a mission?"
"I have no idea."
The fool was thinking, walking around to the front of Zhao Qianle's line of sight, "What are you thinking about?"
"I have no idea."
"Then do you know that you are holding a knife in your hand?"
The two of them focused their attention on Zhao Qianle's hand.
"I don't know..." Zhao Qianle smiled weakly, "But, this may be a hint."
"What does it imply?"
"It implies..." Zhao Qianle gently held up the knife in his hand, "It's time to end this."
After saying that, Zhao Qianle suddenly raised the knife at a speed that even a fool could not react.
The fool subconsciously took a big step back.
But the person Zhao Qianle was targeting was not a fool, but himself.
He raised the knife high, pointed the blade inward, and stabbed his neck hard.
The blood... didn't even have time to splash out.
In an instant, the fool shifted his focus, pounced forward tactically, grabbed with both hands, and blocked with a human knife. He even heard his own spine making a rattling protest.
Stand still.
The fool's eyes widened and he gasped, looking down at Zhao Qianle who was slapped down by him.
"What are you going to do? Commit suicide?" The fool weighed the dagger he had just snatched, "Are you planning to commit suicide in front of me? You're dreaming, little brother."
"This is the simplest way, the simplest end, without any other cost..."
The fool squinted his eyes and stood up from him, "Then I have to tell you, suicide cannot solve the problem, and sometimes, even if you die, you can't escape. Do you understand?"
Zhao Qianle sat up.
"Give me the knife back."
"Impossible," the fool seemed a little angry, "It's really funny. Why don't you use a knife to commit suicide? You can just jump off the building. If you don't survive..."
"No, I don't want to die like that. That's not the method I would choose. It's too ugly."