Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

"So, don't commit suicide."

Ling Rizhao's serious warning made Xiao Qianchuan's neck shrink.

"Okay, okay! I get it. This round depends on you, the strongest fighter on earth - Officer Ling."

Xiao Qianchuan's joke failed to liven up the atmosphere.

Ling Rizhao covered Xiao Qianchuan with the quilt without changing his expression, then turned and went to the door.

"I'll go find you another set of hospital gowns."

"No need! My set..."

Xiao Qianchuan was halfway through his words when he remembered that his previous outfit was already dirty. His current outfit, the top was clean, but the pants were just... torn.

So, he no longer has any replacement pants.

Xiao Qianchuan reached out and tucked the corner of the quilt, and did not try to stop him.

But when Ling Rizhao was about to touch the door handle, he suddenly stopped him.

"Officer Ling!"

Ling Rizhao turned around and saw that the person on the hospital bed seemed hesitant to speak, so he asked patiently.

"what happened?"

Xiao Qianchuan's lips opened and closed, and he was obviously hesitating about something.

Ling Rizhao simply turned around and said, "Didn't you just say that you would rely on me? What's wrong with you telling me now?"

Pursing his lips, Xiao Qianchuan glanced to the right and said, "Look at the window over there."

Ling Rizhao's gaze fell on the small ventilation window with iron bars, but he didn't notice anything unusual.

"What are you looking at?"

"Nothing... nothing. Look, it's windy outside. Don't forget to put on more clothes."

There was a flash of disappointment in Xiao Qianchuan's eyes, but Ling Rizhao caught it clearly.

There is not only a sense of loss, but also a hint of fear.

He is afraid.

Ling Rizhao's expression changed, and he suddenly thought of something, looking up and looking around. Although he still didn't find anything, he didn't relax his vigilance at all.

He walked back to the bed, bent down and approached Xiao Qianchuan and asked in a low voice.

"What's that over there?"

Xiao Qianchuan wanted to laugh it off, but when he met Ling Rizhao's serious gaze, he immediately understood that the other party had guessed it.

"there……"

Xiao Qianchuan glanced at the vent that looked like a small prison window again, then immediately turned his gaze away, speaking in a very soft and slow voice.

"There's a...human head stuck in that little window."

When the last two words came out of his mouth, Xiao Qianchuan's body shook unconsciously.

Ling Rizhao patted his shoulder soothingly, turned his head and stared at that place with sharp eyes.

"How long has it been there?"

Xiao Qianchuan didn't expect that the other party didn't even doubt him and actually believed what he said directly.

"From the moment I opened my eyes and entered the game, he was there. He was staring at me. I don't know if it was me having another attack, or if it was just my hallucination."

"Is the head inside the railing or outside it?"

Ling Rizhao spoke in a casual tone as if he was chatting about family matters. As he spoke, he stood up and poured a cup of boiling water and held it in his hand.

The hot water was boiling hot. Xiao Qianchuan looked at the slowly rising white smoke and felt inexplicably calmed down.

"It was outside the railing, stuck on the window frame. At first I thought the middle-aged man was standing outside and peeping. It wasn't until he turned his head that I realized he had no neck, just a head."

Ling Rizhao had a serious expression, as if he was listening to a subordinate's work report, and after listening he responded in a neutral tone.

"okay, I get it."

Then Xiao Qianchuan saw Ling Rizhao strolling to the window with the water cup in his hand, and he slid the window open from the side, looking directly into the dead head with blood gushing from all seven orifices through the iron railings.

There was malice in the head's eyes, and its tongue stretched out to wrap around the neck of the person in front of it.

"Ling..."

Xiao Qianchuan's heart was in his throat. Before he could shout to the other party to be careful, he saw Ling Rizhao flip his wrist and pour boiling water out towards the window.

Then there was an extremely miserable howl, and the head fell out of the window with its long tongue wagging.

The sound became farther and farther away and gradually disappeared.

Ling Rizhao closed the window, walked back as if nothing had happened, and asked.

"And now? Is it still there?"

Xiao Qianchuan's eyes were wide open, he seemed to be extremely frightened, and his lips were stuttering.

"You...no...he's...gone."

Ling Rizhao nodded, put down the cup, and sat down next to Xiao Qianchuan.

Xiao Qianchuan stared blankly at the righteous man in front of him, his mouth open for a long time.

He never knew that it was possible to deal with ghosts or hallucinations in this way?

He is indeed a legitimate successor to socialism.

Then Xiao Qianchuan's eyes moved around and he waved at Ling Rizhao, motioning him to come closer.

Ling Rizhao did as he was told good-temperedly.

He tilted his head closer and a warm air hit his ear, causing some itchiness.

Resisting the urge to retract his neck, Ling Rizhao heard the other party whispering to him as if telling tales.

"There's more than one guy in this room. There's the corner, the sofa, the door, the ceiling, and behind you... Hey! Don't look back."

Xiao Qianchuan hugged Ling Rizhao's head to stop him from looking back.

Their foreheads touched together, their breaths intertwined, but there was not a single bit of romance. Xiao Qianchuan's voice was shaking with nervousness.

"There is a woman with tears and blood in her eyes standing behind you. If you turn around, your face will be touching hers."

Ling Rizhao was stunned for a long time before he realized what Xiao Qianchuan had said to him.

I felt inexplicably happy.

Does Xiao Qianchuan not want him to get too close to that female ghost?

He hugged me like this because he thought it would be better for me to stick with him instead of being stuck with that female ghost?

Ling Rizhao wondered if his brain was broken.

Otherwise, why would he suddenly want to thank the female ghost behind him?

But Xiao Qianchuan was too scared. Ling Rizhao could clearly feel that his breathing was trembling.

This made him inexplicably irritated again.

He found those invisible people in the room particularly annoying.

He clenched his fists, keeping close to Xiao Qianchuan, and swung his hand behind him.

Xiao Qianchuan looked up suddenly and saw that the female ghost was knocked upside down by a punch, with her face pressed to the ground and her face deformed.

"puff!"

Xiao Qianchuan quickly covered his mouth.

Otherwise, he was afraid that he would burst out laughing. If the female ghost got angry and wanted to strangle him to death, it would be terrible.

Xiao Qianchuan plucked up the courage to look under the bed, but he didn't expect a foot to reach out first.

As soon as the female ghost got up, she was kicked out and fell heavily on the thin ghost standing at the door with a scream.

The two guys instantly hugged each other and fell all over the place.

Ling Rizhao retracted his foot and looked towards the door, "Can she still get up?"

Xiao Qianchuan shook his head quickly, his tone full of admiration.

"Not only could he not get up, but he also knocked down another one. You are really amazing!"

Ling Rizhao felt a little embarrassed when hearing Xiao Qianchuan's praise, but he felt a great sense of satisfaction in his heart.

He is useful.

Without a system, he cannot use props and cannot activate his innate skills, but he can still help Xiao Qianchuan.

So in the following time, Ling Rizhao listened to Xiao Qianchuan's instructions with great enthusiasm and performed a physical salvation for the ghosts in the room.

The thin ghost hiding in the corner was kicked into the wall and couldn't be pulled out.

The fat guy curled up on the sofa was grabbed up, punched all over, and had a black eye. He was dizzy and couldn't even stand.

The hanged man on the ceiling saw that something was wrong and immediately hugged the light tube and hung on the ceiling, not daring to come down. Finally, Xiao Qianchuan contributed his pair of slippers, and Ling Rizhao knocked the guy down, then stepped on him and beat him up.

The skeleton ghost at the door was very observant. Before Xiao Qianchuan's hand could point at him, he knelt down in front of the two of them with a thud.

"Don't! Don't hit us! We don't want to hurt you!"

"Yes, yes, yes! We were just inexplicably attracted to your aura."

Hearing this, Xiao Qianchuan frowned.

What is it about him that attracts ghosts?