Heartwarming waste how to PUBG [Unlimited]

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[……make, use——]

In the noisy sound of wind and rain, the voice of 039 sounded in his mind. When Lan Qiaoyi was stunned, in the blink of an eye, the sound of "tick-tick--" sounded, and the scene in front of him was instantly distorted.

Reverse, backtrack...

When he stood in front of Yu Qi again, he was at a loss.

At that time, the man did not fall, and he was still standing in the room well.

A flash of daylight lightning flashed by, and then, "Boom—" sounded.

Lan Qiaoyi was trembling by the sudden sound, and suddenly realized something:

The time has reset!

The figure of the man sitting on the window frame swayed slightly, as if he was about to fall backwards in the next second.

Lan Qiaoyi's heart tightened, and he quickly ran towards Yu Qi, without saying a word, he put his arms around the man's waist, and when the other party couldn't react, he pulled him down.

"Bam—"

[Pain shielding has been activated, all the pain flies away~]

039's voice sounded at this moment.

Lan Qiaoyi heard a voice from behind that made his teeth grind, and thought in a daze that that place must look even more terrifying.

Although the man on the body looks thin on weekdays, in fact, there are solid and powerful abdominal muscles under the thin hospital gown. Lan Qiaoyi pushed it away with some difficulty, ran to the window barefoot, and closed it vigorously and quickly. window.

After doing all this, he completely relaxed and gasped for breath.

"...Little, little Rose."

He turned his head away, the man's head drooped slightly, one leg was bent, his long arm was drooping on it, his voice was a little hoarse and low.

Lan Qiaoyi frowned, looking at the man with worried eyes, he wanted to walk over, and saw the man's figure move slightly.

As if aware of his gaze, the man raised his head slightly, and suddenly laughed out loud amidst Lan Qiaoyi's doubts.

"Yu Qi?"

Lan Qiaoyi almost thought that the man was fooled by the fall.

The other party stood up staggeringly, casually glanced at the half-wet clothes and bare white feet of the young man, and frowned slightly:

"Change and go."

Then he walked up to him and dropped another sentence:

"Don't catch a cold."

Lan Qiaoyi stared blankly at Yu Qi reaching out and grabbing his wrist, hugged him horizontally, carried him all the way to the counter in the bathroom, and then walked out again. Holding a stack of clothes and a pair of slippers.

"You change inside."

When Lan Qiaoyi came out, the man was already lying on the bed. Sensing his movement, Yu Qi turned his head, the bedside lamp slightly illuminated his eyes, and the man's exhausted voice came from the room:

"Go to sleep."

The boy responded subconsciously, bypassed the end of the man's bed, and lay back on his own bed.

After going through the thrilling experience just now, Lan Qiaoyi originally thought that he would suffer from insomnia, so that when he slept until dawn, he was still a little dazed when he woke up.

When he first woke up, his brain was still a little groggy. When he went to the changing room, he even felt that his dizziness had not decreased but increased.

With a sound of "哗啦——", he accidentally touched the vertical clothes hanger behind him, and the clothes hanging on it were precariously falling. Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously stretched out his hand to catch the coat that just fell off.

The black coat belonged to Yu Qi at first glance, he was slightly relieved, and wanted to unfold it again to help him hang it up, but suddenly his eyes focused, the one that fell under the hanger...

Lan Qiaoyi reached out to pick it up, and was about to put it back into his coat pocket, when he accidentally caught a glimpse of the words on it.

"... Police ID?"

With trembling white fingertips, he opened the certificate in his hand, and what caught his eyes was Yu Qi, who had a cropped head, a serious expression, and looked quite upright and handsome.

"The police are looking for your father's murderer, and the investigation includes the Glare Mental Asylum."

Cen Wensui's words were vivid in his memory, and Lan Qiaoyi felt his brain became more dizzy.

One is his attending doctor, the other is his roommate, but they teamed up to hide it from him?

But why do you want to hide something from yourself? Even the photo of the so-called murderer is a person who has long since died.

Was his father really killed by that man named Yan Wenshu?

The boy trembled his hands several times before he reluctantly put his police officer ID back into the inside pocket of his coat.

In the next second, he heard a surprised voice behind him:

"Little Rose?"

Lan Qiaoyi stretched out his hand to support the wall next to him, turned around, and saw the man striding towards him.

"You...don't come here."

What Lan Qiaoyi didn't know was that Yu Qi saw him in a different way at this moment:

The young man with bright eyebrows and eyes was blushing at this time, and his cheeks were obviously flushed abnormally, his black eyes were filled with mist at this moment, and he looked extremely weak

"you are sick."

Regardless of the other party's obstruction, the man stretched out his arms and hugged him by the waist, his body was hot in the palm of his hand.

Before going out, he casually glanced at the coat hanging in the corner, his eyes were a little dim.

……

When Lan Qiaoyi tasted the hot porridge fed mouthful by the man, his expression was still a little dazed.

He wanted to say something, but the food that Yu Qi sent to his mouth was stuck in his throat.

Until the man finished feeding the antipyretics in a coaxing tone, Lan Qiaoyi still couldn't ask the doubts in his heart.

Just when the man stood up holding the water glass, he finally seized the opportunity to grab the corner of the man's clothes.

"Don't, cough cough—don't go."

Yu Qi sighed softly, paused with a helpless expression, and focused on Lan Qiaoyi, who was half leaning on the bed, with a pair of slightly narrow eyes.

"You," the boy's voice sounded extremely weak due to the fever, and his head hurt, but he still tried to ask word by word:

"Are you the policeman Cen Wensui mentioned?"

The other white palm lying flat in front of his body was clenched unconsciously. The pale, fragile and beautiful boy looked at the man with a pair of pitch-black eyes, wanting a real answer.

To his surprise, Yu Qi shook his head when he heard the words. He looked at Lan Qiaoyi with a little surprise, and said:

"Why do you think I have something to do with Cen Wensui?"

Then he nodded again, affirming the other half's guess:

"I am indeed a policeman, and I am here for a case."

"What case?"

Lan Qiaoyi asked subconsciously, and then saw the man's helpless expression.

His heart was slightly cold, and his voice tremblingly asked:

"Your previous..." The young man paused slightly, "All of those things were lying to me?!"

He's just not smarter than them, but that doesn't mean he's stupid. As long as he's a normal person, he doesn't want to be fooled.

Yu Qi was taken aback, and subconsciously wanted to take his hand, but Lan Qiaoyi slightly avoided it.

Seeing him like this, the man knew he was angry.

"Rose..." Yu Qi was a little helpless, with a bitter smile on his lips, he just squatted beside the bed, looking quite sad:

"I didn't lie to you. My mental illness is a human design assigned by the main system. The me when I was ill is also the real me."

He finally took hold of the boy's soft and warm hand, pressed his face against it, and said in a low voice:

"I want to protect you, and that has never changed."

Then when Lan Qiaoyi looked dazed, he pressed a somewhat warm kiss on the palm of his hand.

"You have a fever, and you are a little unconscious, so take a good rest."

……

When Lan Qiaoyi woke up, it was already afternoon, and after taking a nap, he felt much better. After looking around, Yu Qi was not in the ward as expected.

Even though he was still dizzy, Lan Qiaoyi did not choose to stay in the ward.

The copy he plays is different from the last copy he cleared. The different identities of the teammates determine that most of them will choose to act alone.

He thought of his personal mission, and couldn't help feeling a little dazed.

"The murder of a wealthy family" sounds like a task sent to him. After all, what is closer to the truth of the murder than the person involved?

It's just...he was a party with no memory of the incident.

Even the murderer's method of committing the crime is not clear. Thinking of this, Lan Qiaoyi felt a little frustrated for no reason.

The pretty young man drooped his brows and eyes and sat in the corner of the restaurant, looking in a bad mood.

After hesitating for a while, Du Hongfu pulled Bao Qizhi to sit opposite the young man, and subconsciously asked Yu Qi:

"Where's your partner?"

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment before realizing that the other party had misunderstood his relationship with Yu Qi.

During the seven days he stayed in the main world, through the terminal, he also learned about the "hidden rules" in some dungeons:

In some dungeons that can cooperate, taskers who have reached a consensus behind the scenes will go hand in hand to achieve a win-win goal.

Du Hongfu just misunderstood his relationship with Yu Qi.

It's just that the other party didn't seem to mean that, just when Lan Qiaoyi wanted to deny it, the middle-aged man sitting opposite subconsciously moved forward and deliberately lowered his voice:

"Did you know? Another patient died, and the body was found today."

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, barely suppressed the words that were about to blurt out, just lowered his eyes slightly, and tightly clenched the tableware in his hand.

Seeing his reaction like this, Du Hongfu couldn't help being a little impatient. For a moment, he couldn't help Bao Qizhi, who was still buried in eating, and the corners of his mouth were dripping, and his speech speed became faster:

"Aren't you worried that it's our teammates who died—!"

Only then did Lan Qiaoyi raise his head to look at him. The man sitting across from him was taken aback for a moment before he realized that he was a little irritable. The man stroked his forehead and said apologetically:

"Sorry, I've been really sleepy recently, it must be because I haven't had a good rest."

"The 6 teammates mentioned in the main system, so far, only 4 are on the bright side. I can't help worrying."

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the dark circles under Du Hongfu's eyes and the drowsiness of Du Hongfu's expression, and after a long while, he opened his mouth and said:

"Our main mission should all be the same."

"Escape from the mental hospital", there are many ways to escape, but in any case, the goal will not be achieved by killing people.

What Du Hongfu was really worried about was never the identity of the deceased, what he was worried about was who did the killing.

At this time, Lan Qiaoyi was rarely sober. The murderers would not be the two sitting opposite him at this time, nor would it be Ding Zizhuo and Yu Qi who were missing now.

The direction of this dungeon is very clear, cooperation is the most effective way to clear the customs.

The man with silver hair and back can't help appearing in his mind.

Will it be him?

Lan Qiaoyi was a little dazed, he thought for a while, and continued to ask:

"Where was the dead man found?"

Du Hongfu yawned, thought for a while, and replied:

"It seems to be found in the back hall of the restaurant. The head should have been hit by some blunt object. It looks a little scary."

Lan Qiaoyi was walking in the corridor of the hospital corridor, various images flashed in his mind, for a moment it was the strange patient yesterday, and for a moment it was the faint concern in the man's eyes when he looked down at him.

Everything was so coincidental that he even felt that someone was deliberately guiding him.

he must...

"Why are you here?"

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, turned his head, and saw the nurse standing not far away with an iron pan in his hand.

"...It's lunch break now, you should go back to your room and rest."

The Grail Mental Hospital has a strict schedule - but only for those NPCs.

Seeing the man walking towards him, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly realized that this floor is where the nurses rest.

He subconsciously wanted to run back.

"Why are you running?"

——But the man striding forward stretched out his hand and bound his arm. The opponent's strength was not strong, but Lan Qiaoyi couldn't escape.

"Number 52, I think you should go back to your ward now."

The male nurse looked at him with serious eyes, he should obediently listen to the other party.

It's just that Lan Qiaoyi has something to do.

"I...I'm going to find my fiancé."

The pretty young man with a pale face raised his thin eyelids, his dark eyes completely reflected the man's face, his bright red lips parted slightly, and the words he said seemed irresistible.

"Doctor Cen is not in the hospital today."

Lan Qiaoyi was stunned, but quickly reacted, he held the man's arm with his backhand, and said in a low voice with his cheeks slightly red:

"I... I can't sleep, I'm very scared, Ah, Ah Sui said, as long as I want, I can go to him at any time."

He lied to each other.

The strength on the arm gradually relaxes until it disappears.

"Dr. Cen's office is on the seventh floor, I'll take you there."

This is obvious to follow yourself.

Lan Qiaoyi's heart tightened slightly, but he showed a somewhat delighted smile towards the nurse:

"Thank you, you are such a nice person."

The man's eyes darkened suddenly, and he just responded in a low voice:

"Ah."

Standing at the elevator door again, Lan Qiaoyi's mood was very different from last time. He watched the nurse's face disappear behind the closed elevator door, and clenched the hand hanging by his side.

"Squeak—" Cen Wensui's office was unlocked.

Lan Qiaoyi turned around and closed the door, and walked towards the desk, but when he raised his eyes, he was a little stunned.

The photo placed on Cen Wensui's desk clearly showed his appearance.

He gently picked it up and looked at the boy sitting on the swing in the photo. Even if it was just a profile, he could see that the person in the photo looked very happy.

The boy leaned forward slightly, with a book slightly open on his knee.

The more Lan Qiaoyi looked at it, the more he felt a sense of familiarity in the photo, but he obviously didn't have this memory.

Thin white fingers stroked the photo frame up and down, and suddenly paused.

——The dream that was awakened!

The bright and joyful call in the dream still echoed in his ears, until now when he thinks about it, Lan Qiaoyi can still feel his joyful mood in the dream.

The joy of meeting soon...and sweetness.

With his white palm slightly covering his chest, he thought in a daze:

Why, will there be a sweet feeling?

At this moment, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt sour in his heart. Before he knew it, his eyes were bright red, his red lips were tightly pursed, and he looked like he was about to cry.

He put down the photo frame in his hand, took a deep breath, walked to Cen Wensui's seat, and opened his drawer.

Lan Qiaoyi's purpose is very simple, he wants to find the so-called policeman hiding in the mental hospital.

He wanted to find out whether Cen Wensui had anything to do with that policeman, and whether... had anything to do with that murder case.

I don't know if it was because he didn't care, or because of something else, Lan Qiaoyi found the document easily.

When he saw the document called "Greyer Psychiatric Hospital Admission List", he was stunned for a moment.

Thin white fingers opened the first page, and the first thing that came into view was Ding Zizhuo's smiling face. Lan Qiaoyi was a little dazed, but he didn't get any useful information when he looked down, not even his admission diagnosis. Books are not recorded in it.

All of a sudden, there was only the sound of paper flipping in the office, but when Lan Qiaoyi saw his photo, he still found nothing.

Nearly half simply recorded age and sex, and most records were incomplete.

Including Ji Zhi, Yu Qi and Ding Zizhuo, except for the basic information, the following is blank.

Lan Qiaoyi didn't want to give up, so he flipped through the pages again, subconsciously counting:

"1, 2... 50, 51."

Just turning to the last page of his own photo, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly froze.

He counted from the beginning again with some trembling, and finally got a fact:

In this hospital, there are actually only 51 patients.

But he is number 52.

Who is that extra person?

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