I accidentally made a few more raids

Although it was a little different from the plan, the result was still the same.

Jing Changze knocked on the door twice casually and stopped knocking. If he irritated the one outside the door, he would die if he opened the door again.

There is no lighting in the training room, not even an emergency light. The only one to blame is Jing Changze who turned off the lighting sensor of NO.13 before the action tonight, and ended up cheating himself.

"I unilaterally reduced Yiyang's favorability to 0, can I count my mission as successful?" Jing Changze complained loudly to the system as there was no audience around.

System: "The mission completion conditions are not met."

Jing Changze rubbed his overused knee just now to relieve the soreness, and lay flat on the ground.

"Hey, it's one step away from home." He sighed, rolled on the spot, and hit his head against the wall.

The wall turned out to be soft. Jing Changze felt a cold metal texture to the touch, but when he pressed a hole, it was like a sponge covered with a soft shell.

"System, sing a song to comfort me."

System: "Not connected to the Internet, there is no such service."

Jing Changze poked small holes on the wall, and then put his fingertips into the holes, feeling the wall slowly rebound: "Then let me sing for you."

He didn't wait for the system to answer, and began to chant in a low voice.

The soothing singing echoed in the training room, as if under the starry sky, a young man in a shirt-shrinking shirt was sitting in a quiet and lonely forest, playing a serenade with his beloved lute in his arms.

With the breeze blowing and the leaves rustling, he sang slowly, knowing that there was no one around to listen.

Do you see the night gales?

With my feeling, with my heart, softly thought the night you.

The darkness has not diminished with time, Jing Changze sang lightly, his thin lips parted lightly, and the melodious melody penetrated the darkness and returned to the lost real world.

He had realized that there was something wrong with the shelf, but because of the unwillingness in his heart, he bit the bullet and rushed up. As a result, the shelf fell down and fell from a high altitude.

Then there is the system.

He hasn't made up his mind to confess his love yet, he wants to go home.

After a song was sung, Jing Changze hummed the accompaniment at the end nostalgicly. Memories and emotions were intertwined in his chest, agitated with nowhere to vent.

He kind of regretted singing the song.

The system was also immersed in the singing, and did not recover for a long time.

"I didn't know you could sing." The system said, "You've never sung."

"Master is from a major!" Jing Changze said proudly, "The best university in the country is admitted by ability!"

System: "You didn't sing this song for me."

A trace of sadness flashed in Jing Changze's eyes, he turned over, leaned his back against the soft wall, and said cheerfully: "It's just you and me, who else can I sing to, I'm expressing my love to you! "

The host's words were beyond the scope of the system's processing, and the system was silent for a few seconds before replying: "I love you too, host."

Jing Changze said meanly: "Then you count my mission completed and send me back to reality?"

System: "No."

"Tch!" Jing Changze curled his lips in disdain, "Your love is false."

System: "Each each other."

It will take some time for Fang Yiyang to recover from his convulsions, and Jing Changze has nothing to do but wait.

He took off his coat, covered his body as a quilt, curled up into a small ball, abandoned his messy thoughts, and barely fell asleep.

"Good night." Jing Changze muttered dreamily.

The system didn't answer, and his processor told him that Jing Changze wasn't saying goodnight to him.

Waking up is still pitch black, just like falling asleep.

Jing Changze sat up against the soft wall, his coat slipped off his body.He yawned and estimated that he had slept for six or seven hours.

But the quality of sleep seriously affected the time judgment. He shook his wrist and wanted to turn on the watch to confirm the time.Even shaking his hands sorely, he remembered that he threw out the watch as bait yesterday.

"System, what time is it?" Jing Changze stretched.

System: "Not connected to the Internet, unable to query."

"You have to connect to the Internet to check the time?" Jing Changze was helpless, standing up while touching the wall, intending to stick it on the door to listen.

He took a step forward, and suddenly realized that he couldn't tell the direction in the dark, so he quickly retracted his legs and leaned against the wall.

Jing Changze turned around and felt the wall to move, keeping one arm close to the wall all the time, groping forward.

The room was round, and it was impossible to judge where he was. Jing Changze felt that he had walked a few meters and hadn't touched the door. He prayed that he chose the short path instead of the long one.

"System." Jing Changze called, "Can I turn on the light?"

System: "If you can touch the controller."

Jing Changze suddenly felt empty, startled, and leaned forward, especially scary in a dark environment.

He touched back in a panic, and felt a different touch with his fingertips.This time, when I touched something hard, there was a hollow sound when I shot it, indicating that the back was empty.

It's the door!

Jing Changze patted wildly excitedly.

"Fang Yiyang, are you there? Are you back to normal?" He yelled, hoping that his voice could pass through the door, "Open the door when it's back to normal, and let me out!"

There was no movement outside the door, and Jing Changze put his ear to the door, but he didn't hear anything.

He began to fumble on the door, searched around, and found that there was no door handle on the door, and it seemed to be another remote control door.

It stands to reason that this kind of door must be equipped with a corresponding control device in order to identify people entering and leaving.

But no matter how hard Jing Changze searched, he couldn't find the controller.

Could it be that... this door cannot be opened from the inside?

Wouldn't that be bad!

Jing Changze wiped the cold sweat from his brow, and knocked on the door harder.

"Hello—is anyone out there?"

Jing Changze is not sure if Fang Yiyang has memories of when he lost control, if not...

He is missing.

Fang Yiyang thought he had left.

There are no relatives in this world, and no one calls the police.

Alone and locked in a basement, thirsty and hungry.

Bodies rotting in the basement.

Damn it's terrible!Jing Changze shuddered and knocked on the door desperately: "Hey! Is anyone there! Let me out!"

No one responded, as if it had really been forgotten.

Jing Changze continued to yell a few more words, and kicked the door loudly.

With a growl in his stomach, Jing Changze suffocated like a deflated balloon, slid down with his back against the door, and sat cross-legged on the ground.

He needed to conserve his strength now, to think of himself as a man in distress.

Fang Yiyang stood outside the door, staring at the door intently, as if he could see through the door, and saw Jing Changze who was shouting inside.

It is conceivable that my brother is very angry, and has not eaten for more than ten hours in a row, so he must be very tired.

The sound of banging on the door gradually subsided, and the faint shouts also stopped, and the underground space returned to silence.Fang Yiyang took two steps forward subconsciously, his heart was suddenly tightened, worried that something happened to Jing Changze.

His hand had already touched the controller, and he forced himself to stop opening the door.

You must hold back and teach your brother a lesson, otherwise he will try to escape.

"NO.13." Fang Yiyang operated on the controller, and the picture in the training room appeared on the screen, "How is his physical condition?"

NO.13: "Everything is normal, slightly hungry."

In the three-dimensional image, Jing Changze was lying on the ground with his hands stretched out on both sides of his body. After a while, he began to roll aimlessly.Without looking at anything, he rolled to the wall, turned around, and continued rolling.

NO.13: "Maybe a little boring."

Fang Yiyang stretched out his finger and poked his brother, his finger passed through the image, only touching nothingness.

"Keep an eye on it, and notify me immediately of any changes." Fang Yiyang ordered, "I'm going to prepare for the follow-up."