Those years when I was taken away by the boss

No. 1 was only one room away from them, and Shu could vaguely detect a little noise when he concentrated his attention, but the voices were so small that he couldn't even hear a complete sentence.

Both of them carried their daggers with them, and opened the first door behind them.

There was a person standing in the room belonging to 4. The person turned his head and glanced, and greeted with a smile: "Hi, what a coincidence, I'm next to you again."

Shu Shi could be sure that he didn't know the other party, so he couldn't help looking at Zhong Ruji suspiciously.

"Your neighbor," Zhong Ruji lowered his eyes a little, "you said something yesterday when you kicked him out."

"Cough," Shu Shi glanced at the man's bare shoulder, then turned his head and asked, "Did he just mean to stay here tonight?"

Zhong Ruji: "Maybe."

Shu Shi muttered: "Yeah, that's really a coincidence."

The door they were facing was open, the man greeted him and then turned back without any intention of continuing the conversation.

Everyone likes this way of getting along.

Standing in place, you can see the situation in Room 1, but the viewing angle is limited, and what you see is inevitably one-sided. If you want to see more, you have to get closer.

Shu Shi chose the latter between watching with others or finding another room by himself.

The sound of fighting was still going on, Shu Shi took Zhong Ruji and rushed to other rooms, only then did he see the whole picture of the room.

Unexpectedly, there were four people in room 1, two of them were fighting together, and two were watching from the sidelines. The strange thing was that No. 1 was one of the two people who were watching from the sidelines.

No. 1 witnessed the battle in front of him, and there was no emotion in his eyes.

There was no sarcasm, no interest, no indifference, it was as if he had seen similar scenes so many times that it was neither painful nor itchy, and he couldn't give any other reactions.

He is the perfect spectator, watching a good show without saying a word, and even being stingy with giving comments.

Shu Shi inadvertently caught sight of him, and lost his mind for a moment because of this human-like appearance.

The entangled two were unwilling to take a step back. They would rather wrestle under the eyes of everyone, and neither of them stopped temporarily with the thought of "taking a step back to open up the sea and the sky".

Zhong Ruji caught Shu Shi's pulse with his left hand, and moved inch by inch, writing something stroke by stroke in his palm.

Left, 9, Right, 5, Three, 9.

Except for No. 1, none of the others carried numbers on their shoulders.

Shu Shi calmly matched these words with the corresponding person, and easily drew a simple line.

The two 9s are allies, but the relationship is not solid. The 9 and 5 who are fighting have grievances, and most of them have something to do with the number plate.

The man on the right is obviously much weaker than the man on the left. 5 is a safe number, but he fought with the person holding 9. Perhaps, the person on the left is not 9 at this time, but 5.

After Shu Shi memorized the appearance of the three of them, he left with Zhong Ruji. He already knew the result just by looking at their skills, so he didn't need to watch the whole process.

"I can see No. 1 tomorrow." He told Zhong Ruji like this, and he was sure that he would see No. 1 tomorrow.

The two returned to the original room, Shu Shi glanced at his watch, felt that the remaining time was enough to waste, and wanted to find something to do.

Zhong Ruji saw someone sitting on the bag with his legs crossed, staring at him straight in the eyes.

Zhong Ruji: "Don't look at me, think about business."

"The business is too complicated. I don't want to worry about it. I want to watch you repose." Shu Shi said with his hands on his chin. "According to this way of playing, neither of us can stay in the same room at night. It's a little unaccustomed. It's too quiet at night. , it would be great if there was a landline in every room.”

Zhong Ruji picked up the pen and paper, and passed the paper between his fingers: "Well, it's a beautiful idea."

Shu Shi glanced at it, and the numbers were clear at a glance, mainly because Zhong Ruji marked them neatly, like lines drawn with a ruler.

"Probably useless, mainly to prevent you from getting lost." Zhong Ruji said, "Also, there are too many people in 1 and 4, and the positions are poor."

Nine Palace Sudoku becomes Eight Palace Sudoku, not only 9 is eliminated, but also those numbers with nine people in total, and the eliminated ones among them are also the elimination objects of Eight Palaces.

There were free rooms on yesterday's disk, but there is no room today, one radish and one hole.Zhong Ruji had paid attention to everyone's number, and there were nine people each holding the numbers 1 and 4, which meant that there was always one person who would be eliminated from the ranks.

When the eight positions of 1 and 4 are all occupied, the remaining people are on the verge of elimination. Just like the taskers holding 9, they have no choice but to grab the number.

"Most people are safe today, but tomorrow will be different. I'm afraid everyone will have to fight..." Shu Shi's teeth ached when he thought about it.

They all know that tomorrow's disk changes are mostly from the eighth house to the seventh house.

The disks communicate with each other, and the door cannot be locked. If the other party wants to fight with you, you have to fight, and you can't even hide.Now there has been a situation of snatching numbers, and it will only get worse in the future.

Zhong Ruji swept him up and down a few times, and said after a while, "You can handle it, don't worry."

Shu Shi choked up, and couldn't help but said: "...Shouldn't you answer 'I'm here'?"

Zhong Ruji frowned and said, "It's disgusting."

Shu Shi: "..."

It may be impossible to make Zhong Ruji sweet-mouthed. Even if it does come true someday, Shu Shi might feel that he was taken away by some monster.

That picture is strange even thinking about it.

Shu Shi thought about it, and laughed out loud when he didn't pay attention.

Zhong Ruji: "?"

"It's really disgusting," Shu Shiren smiled and dragged the backpack in front of him to his right, patting the invisible ash delicately, "Sit down, sit down, don't keep standing, my neck is tired after lifting my head for a long time."

When Zhong Ruji sat down, Shu Shi held the paper and thought for a while, then asked, "Can you draw the template of Qigong Sudoku? It seems irregular."

The two were so close that he almost kissed Zhong Ruji the moment he turned his head.

Zhong Ruji was spinning his pen, met his eyes unexpectedly, and was taken aback for a moment.

Shu Shi didn't even think about it, just followed the pose to take advantage of it, then naturally stuffed the paper into his hand, and said unceremoniously: "I know you can, help me draw one, I'll practice my speed."

Zhong Ruji turned his head silently, and after a while, he lowered his gaze, holding a pen to draw lines on the paper.

Everyone had a pen and paper in their backpacks, Shu Shi gave the paper to Zhong Ruji, and went to the food pile to pick out another one.

Yesterday's draft was lost, and he planned to go through it again.

The two sat together, each drawing something on a piece of paper.

Shu Shi was thinking hard with the pen in his mouth, but he only memorized all the numbers in the first house, and had to re-interpret the other scattered ones.

When he got stuck on 2, Zhong Ruji had already finished drawing the Sudoku of the Seven Palaces, and asked him a question by the way.

"Hiss, for the 7x7 game, you only count 8?" Shu Shi complained, shaking the draft paper.

Zhong Ruji took out another piece of paper and filled in the numbers casually, with a lazy voice: "Can't figure it out?"

Shu Shi: "..."

Although he knew it was just a casual question, he still felt like he was being ridiculed.

Zhong Ruji stopped writing, ready to take back the question and add a few numbers.

He stretched out his hand, but he didn't touch the paper, but was grabbed by a warm hand instead.

Shu Shi smiled, spoke clearly and kindly: "It's okay, I can solve it, you do what you want."

"Well," Zhong Ruji glanced at him, and didn't believe it, "I think your usual solution is intuitive, so you came up with a candidate number."

Shu Shi: "..."

Zhong Ruji filled in the numbers on the paper again, took the time to glance at him, and said, "Slow down, come on."

Shu Shi: "..."

With Zhong Ruji, the ruthless examiner by his side, Shu Shi spent a very fulfilling afternoon.

Zigzag Sudoku, Diagonal Sudoku, Killer Sudoku... all kinds of gameplay opened his eyes and killed a lot of his brain cells.

At night, Shu Shi was already sleepy. He rested on Zhong Ruji's shoulder for a while, and when he woke up again, the countdown was almost at single digits.

The time limit was approaching, Zhong Ruji had to leave.

Shu Shi took a few steps away, and before he left, he knocked on the place where he hid the dagger suggestively, and said, "See you tomorrow, good night."

Zhong Ruji smiled: "Good night, see you tomorrow."

After Zhong Ruji passed through the next room and returned to the other palace, Shu Shi's original gentle expression gradually eased, and the corners of his mouth that were always raised were drawn extraordinarily straight.

Listening to the movement around him, he held down the handle of the knife at his waist.

Animals will subconsciously thump a few times when their throats are bitten, and people naturally have desperate moments before they die.

That kind of power is terrifying, and he has to guard against it.