Tomb Raider: As a cannon fodder, I started to play badly

At night, Bai Ran lay on the bed, curled up, holding his chest tightly, his lips turned pale, but he suppressed his voice, and controlled his breathing to be as smooth as possible. He knew that at this moment, while Ah Ling was blind, there must be someone guarding outside the door, worried that he would leave without permission and disappear.

[You can't hold on! ] An old man's voice sounded in Bai Ran's ears. Bai Ran bit his lips tightly and said nothing.

[You must go back! Otherwise, you won’t be able to hold on for a few days!] The voice continued to dissuade him.

Bai Ran no longer had the mind to pay attention to what the voice was saying; he was almost fainting from the pain.

[Go back!] The voice was like a temptation, and also like a sigh, lingering in Bai Ran's ears, making Bai Ran relax his frown. He was about to agree in a daze, but suddenly woke up and replied in his mind [Get lost!]

Seeing that Bai Ran had regained consciousness, the old man said in even greater confusion: [You can't hold on for much longer now! Moreover, the pain will intensify as time passes by! Don't forget that you are not a living person at all!]

[So, go back! Go back to your resting place!] The old man sighed and began to chant. Bai Ran's already hazy consciousness became even more unclear. He struggled several times, but still slowly sat up straight. The pain in his body disappeared at this moment, making Bai Ran want to follow the old man's words.

When Bai Ran's feet were about to touch the ground, he regained consciousness and the pain made him curl up again.

【why? 】

[I agreed.] Bai Ran was in a trance due to the pain, and he answered the old man's question in a daze. Or maybe he didn't think there was anything to hide about this reason.

[Forget it, forget it!] The old man said helplessly, but Bai Ran didn't even respond.

The old man was right, he could not hold on any longer. How could it be so easy to change one's fate?

At dawn, Bai Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief and fell asleep. Before falling asleep, he thought a little aggrievedly, "It hurts! If I had known earlier..." What did he know earlier? If he had known earlier, he would still do it, right?

"Not awake yet?" Hei Xia Zi sat next to Zhang Qilin. Zhang Qilin opened his eyes, nodded, stood up and prepared to rest.

"I ran into Mr. Ba when I came here just now. He said that Zhang Qishan brought a lot of outsiders with him this time! He doesn't have many confidants, and there are even rumors that he plans to leave his adjutant behind! However, Mrs. Yi has already boarded a ship to a foreign country this morning!"

Zhang Qilin's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't even pause as he returned to his room and closed the door.

Hei Xia Zi told him this for no reason. He shrugged his shoulders, looked at the sun which was already high in the sky, grinned, and prepared to go into the house to bother the lazy person who had not gotten up yet.

Bai Ran had finally fallen asleep when he felt something making a noise beside him. He frowned and opened his eyes. When his eyes focused, he saw Hei Xia Zi pointing a gun at him. The pitch-black entrance made Bai Ran feel dazed again. Thinking that he had not woken up yet, he froze, did not move, and just watched quietly.

But the smile on Hei Xiazi's face disappeared, he put away his gun and asked, "Xiao Ran?"

Bai Ran seemed to have just come to his senses. He looked at Hei Xia Zi and said with a smile, "What's wrong?"

"What were you thinking about just now?" Hei Xiazi asked Bai Ran in a serious tone, approaching him. He felt that he was about to touch the edge of some truth.

"Is this the gun I gave you before?" Bai Ran looked at her with a smile, but Hei Xiazi knew that he seemed to have missed the truth again.

"Yes!"

"You still keep it after all these years?"

"Why, are you touched? I, Hei Ye, may not say anything else, but the only thing that is recognized is that I am nostalgic!"

"What are you thinking about! I'm just feeling really good about my craftsmanship. It's still usable after being beaten up by you for so many years!"

Being nostalgic is a reminder; being sentimental is an escape.