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Lan Qiaoyi closed the document in his hand in a daze, put it back to its original position, and walked out of Cen Wensui's office.

Along the way, his thoughts were chaotic, the number "51" appeared in his mind for a while, and he remembered the policeman Cen Wensui once said, and then his own photo in that photo frame inevitably flashed.

So much so that I accidentally hit someone at the turn because I couldn't avoid it.

"sorry--"

He apologized in embarrassment, lowered his head, and tried to walk around the person in front of him.

——But the person in front of him grabbed his wrist.

"what happened to you?"

A boy's voice came from above his head, Lan Qiaoyi raised his eyes in a daze, and what caught his eyes was those sweet caramel-colored eyes.

"Ding Zizhuo..."

"I'm here."

For a moment, Ding Zizhuo's expression became serious when he saw the young man's red eyes, or the hoarse voice when he called his name. He grabbed Lan Qiaoyi's wrist and brought him to the side of a lounge.

"Tell me, what's the matter? With a sad face, Xiaomei doesn't even look good."

The voice in his ear was full of smiles, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the boy who turned around and closed the door, and walked over to the boy sitting next to him, he opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

After that accident, the two broke up unhappy, and he never thought that they would meet each other by chance at this time.

Seemingly anticipating this, Ding Zizhuo said again:

"Where did you go before you met me?"

The boy's words were like an instruction, instantly clearing away the chaotic thoughts in his mind, Lan Qiaoyi replied in a low voice:

"Cen Wensui's office."

The boy's eyes widened when he heard this, he grabbed the boy's hand hanging on his knee, and asked in a hurry:

"What are you doing there?"

Lan Qiaoyi was frightened by the boy who suddenly became agitated. He reflexively wanted to break free from the force in his hand, but the other party held him tighter and tighter.

"Don't... that's not what I meant."

Ding Zizhuo seemed to be aware of his gaffe, he slightly relaxed the strength in his hands, pulled the corners of his lips, and there was a trace of patient irritability in his expression, before continuing to speak:

"Cen Wensui is very dangerous."

Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi was stunned. His closest fiancé, the only person in the world who could protect himself, was judged as a "dangerous person" by his teammates?

"But he's mine..."

He suddenly realized that maybe from the moment he saw Ji Zhi in Cen Wensui's office, it was doomed that his fiancé was not as simple as it appeared on the surface.

Ji Zhi...maybe also a tasker.

So, who killed the person who died in the restaurant?

The face of the pretty girl in front of her suddenly turned a little pale, and the soft white palm held by the boy turned around to hold him. Ding Zizhuo watched the red lips open and close:

"I just found out today that someone died in the restaurant."

The young man looked a little terrified, and he said a little helplessly:

"Who killed the person who died in the restaurant?"

"Is there..." The thick and slender eyelashes trembled slightly, Xiaomei stared at the boy in front of her with a pair of dark star eyes, her voice trembling:

"Is it possible that there is actually a murderer hiding in the hospital?"

Thin white fingers suddenly grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes, and Lan Qiaoyi's words were a little hasty:

"He killed the person who was said to have committed suicide and fell to his death, including the person named Yan Wenshu, and now this..."

"But, but, there is one more person in this hospital, and I don't know who he is."

Who is the extra 52nd person?

Is it the police undercover who can bring him hope, or the murderer who turns the hospital into a killing field?

Ding Zizhuo suddenly raised his fingers and pressed the trembling red lips in front of him, perhaps because of the kiss in the mortuary, the boy who appeared in front of Lan Qiaoyi once again restrained the bad playfulness on his body, and he looked at the boy with sincere eyes :

"Little beauty, don't worry, I will protect you."

If the moon doesn't come to me, I try to pick the moon.

In those caramel-colored eyes, there was a gentleness that boys had never had before, but at this moment, Lan Qiaoyi didn't notice it. The boy frowned slightly, feeling extremely confused.

He rejected Ding Ziyan's company, and raised his eyes to look at the other party in the other party's disapproving expression:

"Today is the fifth day, Ding Zizhuo, you should go and complete your own tasks. I also have my own tasks to complete."

Lan Qiaoyi pulled away from his wrist, and it was unexpected that he would meet Ding Zizhuo, but thanks to the boy, he now understands what he really wants to do.

……

When he opened the door and saw the silver-haired man standing in front of him, he was a little surprised, but he understood.

"come in."

Lan Qiaoyi smiled slightly, took the white gloved hand of the other party, ignored the man's slight frown, turned and closed the door.

Ji Zhi looked down at the young man holding his hand slightly, and said hesitantly:

"Let me see you, your shoulder..."

"Thank you for your concern, I am much better now."

The two sat on the sofa.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the man in front of him, his thin eyelids lifted slightly, and under the sunlight outside the window, the white was almost transparent.

It's just that the young man's eyes didn't feel any warmth because of this. There was a trace of entanglement in his expression, and he finally asked:

"Your task identity is an undercover agent sent by the police station to investigate the murder of the Lan family, am I right?"

"Officer Ji."

The beautiful lamb, who had always been docile, finally no longer had that timid look.

Lan Qiaoyi thought a lot along the way. At the beginning, because Ji Zhi suddenly appeared in Cen Wensui's office, it's not that he didn't suspect the man, but because the other party didn't take any action afterwards, he was diverted by Yu Qi .

It wasn't until he saw the photo on the desk not long ago that Lan Qiaoyi really realized:

Ji Zhi was the policeman who undercovered in the Glare Mental Hospital for the murder of the Lan family, but it seemed that Cen Wensui didn't know his real identity.

The man was slightly taken aback, his hands that were originally on his knees were clasped slightly, and his silver eyes reflected the calm but nervous expression of the young man opposite him. After a long while, he smiled slightly:

"Ah."

Lan Qiaoyi's body relaxed slightly, but the guess in his heart has not been fully confirmed:

"That day..." I don't know what I thought of, a thin blush appeared on the beautiful soft white cheeks, and Ji Zhi's throat was slightly tightened when he saw it.

Those dark eyes stared at him closely, and the lips that were red like petals opened and closed:

"Is it because you saw me in the photo that you helped me..."

Before the end was over, Lan Qiaoyi no longer dared to look directly at the man in front of him.

"No."

A shadow suddenly covered his face. He raised his eyes to see that the man in front of him got up from the sofa and strode in front of him.

The sharp chin was gently pinched by a hand wearing pure white gloves, Ji Zhi's eyes were serious, and his thin lips were lightly parted:

"When I saw that photo, I knew you were an important person to Cen Wensui, but..."

"That's not enough to sway my mind."

Lan Qiaoyi was slightly startled, he slightly raised his head to look at the handsome face in front of him, his mind went blank for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, a trace of confusion suddenly flashed across the man's expression, and he couldn't help asking:

"Why do you think so?"

Lan Qiaoyi was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously said hastily:

"But you are the police officer investigating the case, and I am the main witness in the murder case, I..."

Hearing this, Ji Zhi suddenly chuckled a few times, the vibration in his chest seemed to reach his heart through the silver hair hanging on Lan Qiaoyi's shoulder.

"What witness are you? A witness who has lost his memory?"

Xiaomei was completely stunned. He stared blankly at the man in front of him. For a moment, he felt that his brain was not enough.

"Lan Fengxiao, a famous real estate agent in City A, was found dead at home on November 11. He lost his vital signs at 27:[-] p.m. due to injuries to vital parts of his abdomen and excessive blood loss that could not be treated in time."

Ji Zhi's tone was light, he let go of the hand that pinched his fair cheeks, and sat on the coffee table slightly backward, looking calmly at the young man with drooping eyelashes with a pair of silver eyes, and continued:

"It's just that we were at the scene and found another person who was also unconscious."

Lan Qiaoyi's heart skipped a beat suddenly, he raised his eyes suddenly, and asked in a trembling voice:

"……who's that person?"

The man's eyes fluctuated slightly, and when he looked at him, there was a trace of meaning that Lan Qiaoyi couldn't understand.

"It is Lan Fengxiao's most doted on, and also the only child left by his deceased wife, the Lan family's doted on since childhood..."

Ji Zhi suddenly stretched out his hand, bent his fingers, stroked Lan Qiaoyi's side face lightly, and said:

"Young master of the Lan family."

There was a moment of silence in the room, and after a while, a trembling voice sounded.

"I... was the one who killed my father," Lan Qiaoyi felt as if his voice was choked in his throat, he stretched out his hand unconsciously, and his thin white fingers rested on the pure white gloves on the side of his face, feeling a little weak.

"A murderer?"

He will never forget the doting and loving eyes of the man in the dream, but before the dream suddenly shattered, the man's bright red body also became his nightmare.

He lowered his eyes slightly, fixed his eyes on his white hands, and thought in a daze:

Did he kill someone with these hands?

[After testing, the human-design fit rate is as high as 90%, please make persistent efforts to the host! ]

At this moment, the voice of 039 suddenly sounded in his mind, and the cold mechanical sound suddenly startled Lan Qiaoyi, and a gleam of clarity suddenly flashed in Wu Run's eyes.

This is just a character setting, and he is not some young master of the Lan family...

Ji Zhi frowned, he shook his head, reached out and held the young man's hand instead, the man's voice was cold, but somehow gentle:

"Xiaomei's eyes are so clean, how could she have the heart to hurt the person closest to her, I believe there must be something hidden about this matter."

And he is here for it.

Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi pursed his lips, and replied sullenly:

"Ah."

Before Ji Zhi left, he suddenly stopped the other party, seeing the flash of doubt in the man's expression when he turned his head, Lan Qiaoyi said:

"Today... I went to Cen Wensui's office and found an "Admission List". I found that the number of people on the list did not match the real number of patients."

"There are only 51 people on the admission list of Glare Mental Hospital, but I am number 52."

"I hope you will pay attention to safety when you investigate later."

The man was slightly dazed, and after a while, he hooked his lips and smiled:

"don’t worry."

……

That night, Yu Qi didn't come back. When Lan Qiaoyi was lying on the bed alone, he was almost looking forward to falling into a dream again.

And he got his wish.

When Lan Qiaoyi looked at the handsome and sunny boy beside him, he was stunned for a moment.

"Jojo—what are you in a daze for?"

Under the sunlight, the boy's face was a little blurry, he moved closer to himself, waved his hand in front of the boy's eyes with some doubts, and there was a trembling smile in his words:

"What's wrong? Like a little idiot?"

The boy's voice was not too loud, but it fell into Lan Qiaoyi's ears very clearly:

"My little bride is always confused, why is it so painful?"

Saying that, a kiss was gently pressed on the soft white cheek, as if a dragonfly had just touched water, and she retreated quickly.

When the other party's voice sounded again, there was some vague meaning for no reason:

"Are you satisfied now? You have to act like a baby..."

"A Sui."

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly said.

"Ok?"

The boy seemed a little embarrassed, but he still turned his head to look at him.

"I……"

"Jojo—"

Another voice sounded, and he looked at the man who was waving at him not far away, and there was a boy standing beside him.

"Xiao Sui, you come here too."

Lan Qiaoyi walked over step by step, and the man's face gradually became clear in his eyes.

"dad."

He finally stood in front of the man.

"This is Xiaoshu, come on, call me brother."

It may be that the voice has not changed yet, the boy's voice is still a little hoarse, and a low voice sounds:

"elder brother."

"Good boy!"

Before Lan Qiaoyi could say anything, the people around him responded first. He reached out and rubbed the boy's head, then turned his head and said to himself:

"Jojo, we are going to have a younger brother."

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the boy in front of him, met those eyes suddenly, and suddenly felt a tremor in his heart.

His white palm caressed the other person's hair, he lowered his eyes slightly, and asked softly:

"Is your name Xiaoshu?"

The child who had been avoiding Cen Wensui's touch before suddenly became obedient. When facing Lan Qiaoyi, his brows and eyes were docile, and he responded in a low voice:

"Yes."

Seeing this, the man standing by the side smiled gently. He raised his hand and touched the top of Lan Qiaoyi's head, with an undisguised love in his tone:

"Qiao Qiao should get along well with my younger brother. Dad hopes that you will be happy every day."

This dream was too sweet.

When Lan Qiaoyi woke up, he belatedly felt a dull soreness in his chest.

He raised his hand, but felt wet at the end of his eyes.

"Nine nine..."

In the darkness, the boy's voice was a little hoarse, and even a little choked up when he listened carefully.

"Is everything in the play copy really false?"

The joy in the dream, the feeling of being wrapped in a harmonious love was too real, for a moment, he couldn't tell the difference between reality and dream.

[Host, in terms of dimensionality, each role-playing copy is unique, and it is the entry of the tasker that injects life into these data, and at the same time promotes the development and improvement of the world trajectory. ]

The experience of the tasker in the dungeon is essentially composed of a series of data. Therefore, in a sense, every activity of the tasker is invisibly improving the world view of the dungeon.

Speaking of this, 039's tone was inexplicably low:

[Just like our systems, only by continuous evolution can we break through ourselves and become a higher level existence. ]

Hearing this, Lan Qiao asked reflexively:

"Jiujiu, will you leave?"

When 039's voice sounded again, it returned to its previous briskness:

[Host don't worry! 039 will be with you for a long time——]

Lan Qiaoyi turned his head and looked out the window, it was still the vast night, but a ray of morning light gradually rose in his heart.

He is the young master of the Lan family, and also Lan Qiaoyi, he is himself.

Black box records:

This is the sixth day since the dungeon started, and the penultimate day after the mission ended.

The number of survivors in the current copy: 1 person.

Everyone else is dead except me.

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