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The wound bandaged by Lan Qiaoyi's own hands burst open again. He stood beside the man and witnessed this scene with his own eyes.

Under the strong visual impact, he felt that his legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't move at all.

"Yu Qi..."

The boy's lips were trembling, and he raised his hand slightly, trying to cover the wound that was continuously oozing bright red blood.

The tall man staggered, with one hand propped on the wall beside him, trying to keep himself from falling.

"Rose, let's go—"

The soft white palm was gently lifted, and a sigh sounded in Lan Qiaoyi's ear:

"He is as stupid as that white hair, and he doesn't even know when he was plotted against."

The small needle held between the slender and cold fingers was casually dropped on the ground.

Cen Wensui leaned down and pressed a kiss on the boy's trembling thin eyelids:

"It's all the same overreaching, so..." He smiled, and there was a strange lingering meaning in the words he said:

"I send them to hell."

Lan Qiaoyi was suddenly caught in the man's arms, and his subconscious struggle was easily suppressed by his firm and powerful arms.

"You are my little fiancé, not anyone's rose."

Crystal tears fell from the corners of the bright red eyes, and Yu Qi who was gradually sliding down the wall was reflected in the washed crystal eyes.

"why?"

Even though he knew that this sentence was ridiculously superfluous at this time, Lan Qiaoyi still asked uncontrollably.

Cen Wensui's expression was very cold, he gently took the thin white wrist in his hand, and covered his cheek with the frightened eyes of his little fiancé.

The white fingertips were instantly stained with dots of red. The man took his hand and slid it to his lips along the side of his face. The thin lips under his fingertips opened and closed.

Lan Qiaoyi heard him say:

"It's all because of you—"

All of a sudden, the fingertips on his lips trembled slightly. If it wasn't for Cen Wensui's quick eyesight and hands to support his body, Lan Qiaoyi would even lose his strength and fall from the man's palm.

"What bullshit are you talking about!"

Suddenly there was a hurried voice not far away.

The man was slightly startled, and turned his head to look. The chestnut-haired boy was standing at the end of the corridor, pulling the corners of his lips lightly, his eyes were inorganic and cold.

"It's all because of your selfishness, because you are a sick monster."

Cen Wensui's complexion changed suddenly, coupled with his blood-stained half of his face, it looked terrifying.

Regardless of his gloomy face, Ding Ziyan continued to speak:

"Perhaps your dear little fiancé will be curious about your secret?"

As he spoke, he slightly opened his hand towards Cen Wensui, revealing an object.

Lan Qiaoyi's pupils shrunk—what the boy held in his hand was the identity certificate of the corpse.

In the next second, his face was forced back by the doctor, and the man's tone paused slightly, mixed with a little panting:

"Jojo, be good, don't look at—"

Cen Wensui was caught by the cuff.

Lan Qiaoyi clenched the cloth in his hands, tried his best to control his trembling, and said word by word:

"Did you kill him?"

"... so what?"

The warm brown eyes gradually filled with rare confusion, and the man seemed somewhat unable to understand Lan Qiaoyi's meaning:

"I'm still your closest person in this world, and no one can take my place."

Hearing this, Ding Zizhuo sneered, and he did not hide his sarcasm:

"Self-deceived self-moving."

His lips parted:

"It's so sad."

Cen Wensui laughed slowly:

"So what, as long as I think, even if I go to hell, he has to accompany me."

Ding Zizhuo, who was originally at ease, flashed a flash of panic in his eyes, he couldn't help but took a step forward, and said hastily:

"You want to drag us all to die together?"

"So what? It's blooming like fireworks, it's so beautiful."

"Unfortunately, I didn't want to do that."

The man glanced at the boy in his arms and said with some regret.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly understood what Cen Wensui meant.

He panicked immediately, trying to stop the man's crazy thoughts.

Once the bomb detonates, all of them will fail the main mission and die here.

"Ah Sui, you can't..."

In desperation, he reached out and hugged the other party, trying to stop the other party from pulling out the remote control from his arms.

But inadvertently touched the slightly cool round object.

Lan Qiaoyi was startled, and in the sound of Cen Wensui pressing the remote control, he heard the voice of 039 in his mind:

[It is detected that the host has triggered the system BUFF, whether to use it, the number of remaining uses: 1. ]

"use--"

He heard his distorted voice at that moment.

With a sound of "click—" Cen Wensui, who was holding the remote control, stopped still. Lan Qiaoyi straightened up from his arms, turned his head, and saw Ding Zizhuo who was submerged in the raging flames. Yu Qi, who had lost his vitality, pursed his lips slightly.

He looked down at the exquisite and beautiful pocket watch in his open palm, pulled the corners of his lips, and thought weakly:

Unexpectedly, the thing that brought him hope in the end came from the executioner who wanted to kill him.

Thin white fingers moved the pointer, and he heard the voice of 039 in his mind:

[Reminder: Due to the instability of the space-time dimension, a span of more than one hour will cause some unpredictable consequences to the reset time-space, please choose carefully. ]

The long black eyelashes drooped slightly, and Lan Qiaoyi didn't say a word, but the eyes of the silver-haired man who turned his head to look at him before closing the door flashed in his mind, and he said:

"don’t worry."

[Detected that the host has used BUFF: time and space reset, good luck. ]

In an instant, the scene in front of him began to twist and rotate. He felt his body was moving, but when he looked up, only the surrounding objects were moving at high speed.

The pocket watch in the palm of his hand disappeared.

Instead, there was an instant noise from the surroundings.

Lan Qiaoyi stared blankly at Bao Qizhi who was chewing in front of him, and subconsciously asked:

"Where's Du Hongfu?"

The fat man touched the oil at the corner of his mouth, rolled his eyeballs, and then replied slowly:

"It seems to be still sleeping in the room."

After speaking, regardless of Lan Qiaoyi's reaction, he continued to eat with big mouthfuls.

Exactly the same answer, exactly the same reaction.

Lan Qiaoyi turned around suddenly, ignoring the surprised eyes of the people around him, and ran quickly.

Ji Zhi——

Spinning, spinning again, panting, heartbeat, and the sound of "dongdong—" when the soles of the shoes collide with the stairs.

He finally stood at the stairs on the seventh floor, and looked up at the silver-haired man who was about to knock on the door.

"Ji Zhi!"

The man was taken aback, and said in surprise:

"Why are you here?"

The young man with flushed cheeks from the violent running strode towards him, ignored Ji Zhi's frowning, grabbed his wrist, and pulled him away from the office door with all his strength.

Lan Qiaoyi looked around, opened a room with "lounge" written on it, and walked in holding Ji Zhi's hand.

"Jojo, what's wrong with you?"

"Ji Zhi, although what I'm going to say next will be very incredible, but I hope you can believe me."

Hearing this, Ji Zhi lowered his eyes to look at the young man in front of him, his gaze swept over the other's frowning brows, and the faint fear in those dark eyes made his heart sink slightly.

"You said."

"Ji Zhi, my personal mission and yours are the same in the final analysis, but our identities are different. You want to arrest the murderer of the wealthy murder case, but what I want is the truth about the murder case, right?"

As soon as Feng finished speaking, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the man nervously.

The little beauty in front of her pursed her red lips, and she couldn't hide the tension in her expression, no one was willing to lie to him.

The man nodded.

Lan Qiaoyi relaxed, took a deep breath, grabbed the man's hand covered with pure white gloves, and said hastily:

"I've regained my memory."

In Ji Zhi's slightly surprised eyes, he immediately added:

"Just last night, but only a partial memory."

"I know who the murderer is."

After finishing speaking, he looked at the silver-haired man who was frowning slightly at this moment, and said word by word:

"Cen Wensui."

[Host, but the main system judged that Cen Wensui was not the correct answer? ]

The voice of 039 and Ji Zhi's voice sounded in his mind:

"I believe you."

In an instant, the nerves that had been tense since the time reset finally relaxed.

"He's dangerous, we have to be careful."

Lan Qiaoyi was thinking all the way from the restaurant to Cen Wensui's office:

Why did Cen Wensui, who was originally good, suddenly go on a killing spree, even trying to destroy the entire mental hospital at all costs.

There is only one possibility, he actually planned it long ago, and even more or less discovered the movements of the taskers.

Perhaps, from the day the nurse told him that "Dr. Cen is not in the hospital today", bombs have spread all over the hospital.

Those were the fireworks that Cen Wensui wanted to dedicate to himself.

It's just that Ji Zhi detonated it ahead of time.

Lan Qiaoyi didn't recover his memory, but he could only temporarily stabilize the other party in this way.

"Yu Qi told me that there is a murderer in the hospital, Ji Zhi, I'm afraid."

This was the penultimate day after the dungeon ended, and also the seventh day of Lan Qiaoyi.

"Jojo, you want me to cooperate with him."

The man was not in a questioning tone, but stated the fact.

"Ji Zhi, Cen Wensui is terrible, he used to..."

The blood-stained face couldn't help appearing in front of his eyes, Lan Qiaoyi's body trembled slightly, and he almost couldn't hold the man's hand.

He was hugged by Ji Zhi, and a soft sigh came from above his head:

"Don't think about it anymore, don't worry."

Lan Qiaoyi's nose was slightly acidic, and he replied sullenly:

"Well, I'm not worried."

Time has reset, you're still alive, I'm not worried.

The hospital's radio did not ring, and when Lan Qiaoyi returned to his room and saw Yu Qi who was sitting on the bed reading a book, he suddenly froze.

Butterfly effect, Ji Zhi didn't anger Cen Wensui, and Yu Qi appeared in front of him well.

"What's the matter, Little Rose? It's just that you haven't seen me all morning, so you're so lost?"

The man raised his eyebrows, closed the book in his hand, flipped off the bed, and walked towards Lan Qiaoyi.

"Are you... real?"

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly asked.

Hearing this, the man's footsteps stopped, he frowned slightly, looked up and down the pretty young man with a pale face in front of him, raised his hand, and gently touched his cheek.

"What's wrong with you? How did you get infected by me?"

Yu Qi seems to be a casual man, but in Lan Qiaoyi's view, he is the calmest.

Unlike Ding Zizhuo, who enjoys the process of releasing himself under the skin of the human design, the man regards the mental patient he plays as a game character, and his mental illness is the corresponding special skill. He completely dissects the copy from reality. left.

Without being OOC, he would try to avoid any behavior that would lead to self-indulgence - including not letting teenagers take drugs.

He is Lan Qiaoyi's totem for distinguishing the copy from reality.

It's just that such a person, under Cen Wensui's sudden loss of control, died at the wrong time and in the wrong way.

Lan Qiaoyi couldn't bear it.

Compared to Ji Zhi's death, which was told by Cen Wensui in words, Yu Qi's death was in front of him. When the time reset, the man stood alive in front of him, and the joy and bitterness that swept over him were momentary. This time had a huge impact on Lan Qiaoyi.

"Yu Qi..."

The hand hanging by the side clenched slightly, Lan Qiaoyi pulled the corner of his lips slightly, and said in the man's slightly puzzled eyes:

"I suspect that Cen Wensui killed someone."

At this moment, Yu Qi's eyes perfectly coincided with Ji Zhi's, and the two were equally astonished.

"Why do you say that?"

he asked subconsciously.

Lan Qiaoyi frowned slightly, he looked at the man in front of him with some hesitation, with some confusion in his expression.

"Don't be afraid, no matter what you say is true or not, I will check it out."

Hearing this, the pretty girl in front of her breathed a sigh of relief. He was held by Yu Qi, obediently led by the man to sit on the sofa, and then said:

"I heard about it from a man named Ding Zizhuo."

Yu Qi suddenly clenched his hand, Lan Qiaoyi was slightly stunned, and looked up at him, only to find that the other's expression was a little strange.

"How did you know him?"

The man's voice was a little low, as if he didn't want to hear the name Ding Zizhuo.

Although Lan Qiaoyi was puzzled, he continued to answer:

"On the morning when someone fell from the building, when you..."

Lan Qiaoyi's words were interrupted.

"At that time my personal mission was triggered and I left in a hurry because someone from the police station came."

On the surface, Yu Qi is a patient of the Glare Mental Hospital, but in fact he is an undercover agent lurking here in order to investigate a previous death in the Glare Mental Hospital.

"If what you said is true." Yu Qi frowned, "Then the case I want to investigate may really be related to Cen Wensui."

Lan Qiao's heart eased and he relaxed slightly, it couldn't be better.

Before the bomb detonated, he clearly sensed from Ding Zizhuo's words that the other party might really know something, but before he could say anything, he was drowned in the sea of ​​flames.

Lan Qiaoyi was so frightened that until now, when he heard a sound like "click——", he still subconsciously trembled all over his body.

Resetting the time does not mean resetting his memory. Lan Qiaoyi felt that his nerves were tense every minute and every second when he was not completely out of the dungeon.

Maybe because he sensed something was wrong with him, Yu Qi didn't choose to wait any longer, but comforted the young man and asked to see Ding Zizhuo.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the man in front of him in a daze, feeling a little dazed for a moment:

"Yu Qi...thank you."

He once thought, what if the men see through his seemingly lame lies?What if the end of death befalls them again?

Lan Qiaoyi didn't want to repeat the same mistakes.

……

——"What do you think?"

The chestnut-haired boy in front of him looked at him, wondering why Yu Xiaomei didn't say a word when he found him.

"What are you trying to say? I'm listening—"

Ding Zizhuo's face showed a faint gentleness, the madness in Lan Qiaoyi's memory was gone forever, or it was just covered under the skin by the boy.

... He doesn't care anymore.

"Ding Zizhuo, I want to ask you something."

There was a hint of sadness shrouded in his little pretty brows and eyes, and there was panic in the depths of his eyes that he couldn't understand. The boy's face sank, but he still lowered his head calmly and kissed. Kissing the boy's delicate and small nose, the voice was as peaceful as possible:

"Tell me, don't be afraid."

"I think that person named Yan Wenshu is related to my personal mission."

Lan Qiaoyi was a little nervous. This time, facing Ding Zizhuo, he spoke the first truth since the time reset, but it was also the time he was most afraid of being suspected.

He hardly dared to raise his head to look at the boy's expression, he just pursed his lips tightly, grabbed the other's sleeve with his thin white fingers, his long black eyelashes drooped slightly, and said in a trembling voice:

"I think he is not your only audience."

The boy's voice was almost trembling because he was trying to cross the hunter's safe zone.

But in the next second, he was embraced by the person in front of him. Immediately afterwards, a voice with a smile came from his ear:

"Xiaomei, what silly things are you talking about?"

Ding Zizhuo hugged the person in his arms tightly, and said with some amusement:

"I said that I will protect you, so everything about you is my first choice here, and..." He paused, "That's just a dead person, how can I not be as cute as my pretty little girl?"

When he finally agreed to the boy's request and decided to meet with the other two taskers in this dungeon, Lan Qiaoyi was obviously relieved.

……

Ding Zizhuo was right about one thing, his little beauty is indeed "sweet and soft and lovable", but the number of this "person" seems to be a bit too much.

When he opened the door and saw the three people who were already in the room at this time, his eyes suddenly sank.

"Ji Zhi."

The silver-haired man standing on Xiaomei's left nodded coldly, and then, as if he heard what the boy said, his cold brows and eyes softened a little, he stretched out his hand and gently squeezed the other's hand, as if to comfort him. smiled.

This action aroused some dissatisfaction with the other person in the room at this time. Yu Qi's face was a little gloomy, and his eyes, which were always smiling casually, were a little dim. He glanced at the chestnut-haired boy standing at the door. , tugged the corner of his lips lightly, and said:

"I didn't expect you to be in this dungeon."

Hearing this, Ding Zizhuo raised his eyebrows, looked at the man exaggeratedly, and raised his tone slightly:

"Am I so famous? Even you know me?"

Just when Lan Qiaoyi was feeling puzzled, Ji Zhi's faint voice came from beside him:

"Ding Zizhuo, a new member of Guild X, known for his psychopathic mannerisms in dungeons, he was given the title 'Madman'."

"I like the title."

Ding Zizhuo blinked at Lan Qiaoyi, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, looking a little happy.

Seeing this, the man opened his mouth with some dissatisfaction, and successfully attracted Little Rose's attention:

"I'm Yu Qi."

"The identity of the copy is the police, because a disappearance case that happened in the Gryer Mental Hospital three months ago was sent undercover to investigate, and I suspect that the missing person is a suspect in the Lan family murder."

Ding Zizhuo shook his head, walked naturally to sit beside Lan Qiaoyi, and said:

"He's not missing, and he's staying with me all right!"

Lan Qiaoyi silently added in his heart: the corpse is not missing.

Hearing this, Ji Zhi's cold voice sounded in the room:

"That person named Yan Wenshu is not the murderer who killed Lan Fengxiao, but Cen Wensui."

For a moment, Yu Qi's gaze was fixed on the silver-haired man, his brows were slightly frowned, and the words he spoke were somewhat questioning:

"What evidence do you have?"

Lan Qiaoyi became a little nervous. Only Ji Zhi knew about his "recovery of memory", not even Yu Qi.

"Because I found this."

As he spoke, he showed something in front of everyone.

When his line of sight touched it, Lan Qiaoyi was stunned for a moment, and the next second, he raised his hand a little out of control, subconsciously wanting to take it from the man's hand.

Ji Zhi took advantage of the situation and let go.

Lan Qiaoyi looked at the photo in his hand. In the photo were two teenagers who were close together. The taller boy had a sunny and handsome appearance. He put his arm on the shoulder of the fairer boy beside him and smiled. I was quite happy.

Thin white fingers touched it tremblingly.

At this moment, he was taken aback by the sense of injustice from the unconscious rubbing of his fingertips.

Lan Qiaoyi turned over the photo, and a line of words came into his eyes:

【Want to be with Jojo forever】

Signed is WS.

"WS... Wen Shu."

Lan Qiaoyi's voice trembled a little.

"Don't cry."

A boy's low voice sounded next to his ear, he was taken aback, and turned his head to look.

Ding Zizhuo's expression at this time was unbelievably soft, and he gently pressed his fingertips on the end of the young man's bright red eyes, and repeated it again:

"Don't cry."

After a long while, Lan Qiaoyi raised his head again, looked at Ji Zhi who was sitting in front of him at some point, and asked:

"Where did you... find this photo?"

The thin white fingers tightly clenched the object in his hand, almost pressing it into a wrinkle, but Lan Qiaoyi didn't notice it, and a pair of slightly steamy eyes stared at the silver-haired man in front of him.

"In the photo frame on Cen Wensui's desk."

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly remembered the profile photo of him sitting on the swing.

"On the back of that photo, I found it."

Ji Zhi added.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly realized something, and when he spoke again, his voice was hoarse:

"My fiance is not Cen Wensui, but Yan Wenshu, right?"

Both of them have the same word in their names, but their personalities are very different.

One is a genuine warm-blooded animal, while the other is a cold endothermic animal in human skin.

"Unfortunately, he is now a corpse."

That handsome and sunny boy would not be the murderer of Lan's father, but Cen Wensui's name was not the correct answer.

So who will the real murderer be?

Why did Cen Wensui pretend to be his fiancé?

For a moment, an idea flashed through Lan Qiaoyi's mind, but he didn't catch it.

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Note: [Totem] in this article borrows the definition from "Inception".

The second watch at six o'clock in the afternoon~