Quickly wear a female supporting role: your male protagonist has turned black again

Chapter 260 Horror Killing Game (End)
Qiao Wei kept saying to herself that he knew what she wanted, and deliberately used self-abuse to gain her sympathy.

He just wanted her to regret it.

He was simply taking revenge on her maliciously!
The eye sockets became sore uncontrollably.

But so what?

He used his life to prove his sincerity to her.

A werewolf who blew himself up doesn't need to be punished by a killer.

Even her right to see him for the last time...was also brutally deprived.

"Its daybreak."

"No one died tonight."

"Congratulations to player Zheng Qiaowei (identity: killer) for completing the customs clearance task, killing all civilians, priests and werewolves, and gaining the final chance to survive."

"Ten seconds later, you will return to the real world."

"Ten, nine, eight,..."

Qiao Wei carefully wrapped her eyeballs with a tissue and put them in a pocket close to her heart.

They have already had countless lingering days and nights.

However, this was the first time she felt so close to him.

so close.

Qiao Wei raised her head and squinted at the rising sun that was unshakable and diligently rising every day.

The sun rises and sets every day, and no matter what luck or misfortune happens to anyone in the world, it cannot change its fixed orbit.

Qiao Wei is a pragmatic person, she is very clear that blindly remembering and sentimental is meaningless.

They have met in many planes before, maybe in the future...

Who can tell what will happen next?
After thinking it through, Qiao Wei let out a long breath of foul air.

This time, she was finally able to say the name stuck in her throat.

"Du Zhan..."

……

The cruel horror killing game is over, and Qiao Wei is the only survivor among the ten people.

The remaining nine people were all buried in this game, from those who played the game to those who were played by the game.

After returning to the real world, the system did not summon Qiao Wei to return to the void immediately.

Qiao Wei was not as impatient to enter the next plane as before.

So far, she has experienced seven planes.

This was the first time, she felt as if she had fought a dangerous battle, her vitality was severely damaged, and she was extremely exhausted.

Just took this opportunity to take a good rest for a while.

She huddled in Zheng Qiaowei's shell and worked as a white-collar worker in a trading company for a few days. She was really not used to repeating the same behavior every day without knowing why. After counting the "relics" of the original owner, she made a bold move. decision.

She quit this job that seemed decent to outsiders, took the savings she had saved from a part-time job when she was studying in college, and ran to enroll in an online postgraduate entrance examination class.

Qiao Wei is weak in foreign languages ​​and politics. The stupid bird flies first. She spends more time than others and prepares for the exam. She has worked hard day and night for more than a year without leaving home. Finally, she received The re-examination notice sent by the Department of Psychology of the University of I that applied for the exam.

The re-examination is also the interview, which is what Qiao Wei is best at.

There are still a few days between the retest and the final result.

Walking out of the gate of I City University, Qiao Wei raised her head in a daze, looking up at the blue sky.

Wen Qinghe once lived here.

Every breath of air she took may have been warmed and inhaled.

Every inch of land she stepped on may have been stepped on by Wen Qinghe.

Every piece of blue sky and white clouds she looked up at might have been looked at gently and peacefully before.

Among the countless passers-by who passed by her every day, there may be gentle teachers, classmates, friends, neighbors, relatives...

She knew that there would no longer be a Wen Qinghe in the world.

When she left the book world, she didn't think about whether Du Zhan, who was left behind, would be sad.

But now, Wen Qinghe is gone...

She felt a little pain in her heart.

Blunt, intermittent, very indistinct.

If she didn't feel it seriously, she wouldn't notice at all that the heart in her chest was twitching and tightening, tightening again, until it was almost impossible to beat normally.

For Jing Fei who had a chance to survive but would rather die with her, for Du Zhan who pulled out his heart to keep her, and for Wen Qinghe who pulled out his eyeballs to please her.

They are all the same person.

Crazy, paranoid, fanatical, almost perverted... love.

Qiao Wei could only use her body to measure the area, temperature and sophistication of Wen Qinghe's city, and feel the traces of his existence.

These days, she couldn't sleep all night and night, thinking about the past scenes over and over in her mind.

Jing Fei, Du Zhan, Wen Qinghe...

Maybe there are more.

How many times has she met him?

And why does he always appear around him with different appearances and different identities?
Is it a coincidence?

No, she did not believe in such a coincidence.

After Qiao Wei added herself to the fast-travel female supporting system, she went through the scenes in her mind over and over again, trying to find out the connection, but the harder she tried, the easier it was for her to get involved , cannot turn out.

She finally discovered that no matter what identity Du Zhan appeared in, whether he had memory or not, he was all her planar strategy character, that is, the hero.

Thinking about it from another angle, what about the male protagonists in other planes?

Xue Ci, Qin Zhun, Shen Bian, Fan Er...

Think carefully!

Later, she simply stopped thinking about it.

She asked people around to find a relationship to investigate if there was a man named Wen Qinghe in City I, and just today, she finally received an accurate answer.

Seven or eight years ago, the neurology department of the city hospital admitted a patient named Wen Qinghe.His condition is a persistent vegetative state, which is commonly known as "vegetative state".More than a year ago, the patient's brain waves suddenly recurred, his right eye burst, and he was declared brain dead on the spot.

vegetable...

Qiao Wei stood outside the cemetery, glanced at Wen Qinghe's columbarium from a distance, bent down and put a bunch of daisies in the corner of the wall, turned and left.

Three years later, Qiao Wei graduated from graduate school, took the exam for the qualification certificate of psychological counselor, and became a psychologist.

The employment prospects of the domestic psychological industry are not very good. Qiao Wei has been wasted for many years, and she is just an ordinary psychiatrist. She has not written a book and has not made any achievements.

Qiao Wei settled down in City I, which belongs to her alone.

It took her 20 years to save 30 yuan, and finally got enough down payment, took out another 100 million yuan loan, and bought the old villa that Wen Qinghe lived in when she was a child...an old house next door.

Until now, she felt a little bit more stable in her heart that had been hesitating.

The old villa has long been sold by Wen's family. Qiao Wei is tired from working overtime at her desk. She is lying on the desk and taking a nap. She can often hear the sound of the bare feet of the children next door running around. , without stopping for a moment.

She suddenly thought, was Wen Qinghe also so naughty and naughty when he was a child?

She touched the eyeball that was placed against her heart.

Strangely, it has not been eroded by any years, it is still crystal clear and black, intact, as beautiful as a glass bead.

She looks at it.

It had been watching her, too.

All their lives, they have been together.

He never left.

　There will be another chapter later.

　　The next plane: urban fantasy romance, human-cat love, sweet!
　　Unruly and willful cat owner VS cat slave who loves cats without bottom line, focus on making sweets, and cry sweetly for single dogs.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)