What to do if you are chased by old attackers every day [Quick Transmigration]

There is room for the word "like".

It is not a single-plank bridge leading to confession, on the contrary, it extends in all directions, and all roads lead to Rome.

I like the sea, I like ice cream, I like the morning sun, I like a certain obedient student, I like a certain gentle teacher.

This word is both dangerous and safe. As long as the person concerned does not clearly state "what kind of like", the listener cannot take it for granted that it is love.

Roommate A helps roommate B bring a meal in exchange for a hippie smiley "I love you".

No way, this kind of thing.

The "safety" signal is that after two people have expressed their love for each other, they continue to talk, do what they should do, and turn over the page just now.

But Shu Xingmi and Zhang Lin did not.

After "I like teacher too", both of them were silent, and when they were silent, the time became longer. At this time, "like" gradually changed from superficial and to-the-point to serious and serious.

Shu Xingmi looked into Zhanglin's eyes, and Zhanglin also looked into Shu Xingmi's eyes, as if to identify the color of his pupils.

"Do you like me?" Shu Xingmi said.

"kindness."

"Then I'll be your boyfriend."

No "bar", no "okay".

"Really?"

"Do not lie to you."

"What kind of boyfriend is it?"

"A boyfriend who eats and sleeps together, chats and kisses."

"I want."

Shu Xingmi smiled: "As your boyfriend, let me tell you something. The confession in your recorder was recorded by me."

boom--

These words were like a spark, falling on the thread of Zhanglin's heart, and a few seconds later, the bomb in his heart was detonated, and a magnificent fluffy pink mushroom cloud bloomed immediately.

"It's you."

It turned out to be you...

I'm so stupid, I should have heard it earlier.

Obviously the tone, intonation and timbre are so similar.

It's just that I can't believe it.

Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin locked the doors and windows of the clinic, and then carried the gambler to the vicinity of the villa to test whether the anklet would explode in the restricted area.

The two waited in the distance for 10 minutes, but the ankle ring still did not respond.

Very good, at least using this method can prevent the anklet from exploding in the restricted area, that is to say, they can hide in the restricted area, while others cannot enter the restricted area.

The most dangerous no-go zone for others is the safest place for them.

After verifying this point, Shu Xingmi did the same to his and Zhang Lin's ankle rings, pried open the electronic screen, and poured enough spoiled milk.

Afterwards, the two returned to the clinic, sewed the straps and risers of the paraglider, and when opening the air hole, Shu Xingmi found that the tools in his hands were not very convenient. He planned to go to the factory to find more suitable tools.

dusk, forest.

The psychic stood in front of a huge animal trap with ferocious iron teeth, and dark red blood coagulated on the surface of the iron teeth.

The gourmet lay motionless in the trap, half of his body was bathed in blood, and his heartbeat had gone.

He has no coins on him, can't buy food from the vending machine, and can't break the glass of the vending machine. He dares not go to the clinic, so he can only come to the forest to find some wild fruits to eat. media trap.

The psychic glanced at the hypnotist who had fallen under the tree, a dirty shoelace strangled tightly around the hypnotist's neck.

After hearing the news of the photographer's death, the psychic immediately killed the hypnotist and found the pistol from the innermost layer of her backpack.

The psychic leaned down to confirm that the gourmet was completely cool, and then quickly rummaged through his pockets and backpack. The box of bombs that the gourmet took from the photographer fell into the psychic's hands again, heavy.

This is just great.

The psychic thought that there should be only three living people left, she, the professor and the clerk.

Although the professor is good at close combat, he has a gun and bullets, a total of twelve bullets.

No, thirteen.

The psychic took out a lipstick from the cosmetic bag, unscrewed it, and wiped off the outer layer of lipstick with his fingers, revealing a small bullet.

At the beginning, she said that she would throw the bullet into the toilet to flush it away, but she didn't. She hid it. The photographer didn't understand the internal structure of lipstick. Who would have thought that there was a bullet hidden there.

When the three of them walked together, the psychic was not willing to use it. At that time, the gun was still in the hands of the photographer. How could she give up the bullet?

This bullet was specially prepared by her for the professor.

The psychic hid behind a big tree, and opened the magazine of the pistol in a strange way, feeling a little excited, the weapon he had dreamed of.

Her brows were deeply frowned, and there was a look of despair in her eyes.

The magazine and the inside of the barrel are all welded solid.

It can't be loaded with bullets at all, and it can't be fired.

The psychic's heart suddenly turned half cold.

The welding torch in the factory must have been used by the professor.

That's right, if he didn't seal the gun, he wouldn't be willing to give the gun to the hypnotist.Underestimated him.

The handful of bullets that were shining just now suddenly became dull and turned into a pile of useless metal lumps.

No, a slingshot, you can still make a slingshot, can't you?

She frantically groped for a hard branch on the ground.

Can not give up.She hasn't lost yet.

Don't the professor and the clerk fight among themselves?The psychic doesn't believe it.

The game has reached the eighth day, and the teams that should be dispersed are almost dispersed. There can only be one survivor in this game. Maybe the professor and the clerk will kill each other?The psychic thought optimistically, maybe like Gourmet and Wu Ti, one poisoned the other.

Speaking of which, the strength of the clerk is definitely inferior to that of the professor. If he and the professor enter into a duel, he will definitely lose, and there is no slight chance of winning. Therefore, he is very likely to kill the professor first, and the professor has been fighting since the beginning. Keeping the clerk, whether it's out of so-called "love" or something else, he doesn't seem to hurt the clerk... Based on the calculation of the psychic, the next person to die is most likely the professor, and then she can talk to the clerk Singled out.

She is still very confident in dealing with the clerk. If the clerk doesn't seem to be very smart, then she is a sure winner.

Shu Xingmi and Zhanglin locked the doors and windows of the clinic and searched around the factory, but they couldn't find any useful tools. It seemed that they could only make do with the cutting knife they had on hand.

When he came out of the factory, Zhang Lin subconsciously glanced at the phone booth.

"Teacher, I have a question."

"You said."

"The time limit for this game is ten days, right?"

"Yes."

Zhanglin frowned slightly, stretched out his hands and spread his five fingers: "From the fifth day, set two restricted areas every day, the fifth day is the villa and the canteen, the sixth day is the grocery store and the school, the seventh day is the library and the school. Chamber of Secrets, the eighth day is the amusement park and factory..."

Shu Xingmi's eyes changed, and he also noticed that something was wrong.

"On the ninth day, that is, tomorrow, the clinic and the forest will become restricted areas. In this way, all ten areas of the island will become restricted areas, which means there is nowhere to go." Zhang Lin clenched his hands into fists , "What about the tenth day? Why is there an extra day? If no one breaks the ankle ring, by [-]:[-] noon on the ninth day, all the living people will die because they did not escape from the restricted area in time, so what is the meaning of the tenth day's existence? What is it?"

Shu Xingmi glanced at the phone booth along the narrow road: "For that."

Zhanglin remembered.This narrow road belongs neither to the factory nor to the amusement park, it is a permanent safe zone.

"Do you want to use the phone booth again?" Zhanglin had a sudden thought: "I want to know more information about this game."

Shu Xingmi understands Zhanglin's concerns. Although they have cracked the restricted area identification system of the anklets, they still wear a "sleeping bomb" because they cannot cut off the anklets. In case the game planner only allows one What if the person survived and detonated the ankle ring by remote control or other methods?

Or, there may be an electronic barrier around this small island. What if they fly out of this area by paraglider and touch the barrier?

Moreover, they are not very clear about Mint, the myth of Hades, the original meaning of the game, and the true identity of the game planner.

Zhanglin is right, they really need to know more information to be sure.

"Okay, let's go into the phone booth again." Shu Xingmi said.

The two walked towards the end of the narrow road together, their backs were dragged long by the setting sun.

"Come and call this time." Shu Xingmi said, he was the one who made the call last time, but he didn't get any useful information. Maybe it's someone new this time, maybe there will be new information.

Zhang Lin took a deep breath, and then solemnly picked up the microphone.

beep - beep -

The ringtone of the call came to his ears, and he felt his heartbeat more clearly. Shu Xingmi held his hand and listened from the side.

20 seconds passed.

Just when Zhanglin was about to put down the phone, the phone was connected.

"Huh...huh..."

From the opposite side came the sound of the boy's breathing, which was intermittent and nervous.

Zhanglin's heart beat faster, and he said to the other end of the phone, "Hello?"

"..."

"Can you hear it?" Zhang Lin asked.

"Are you...?" The boy's voice trembled slightly: "I obviously didn't dial..."

After Zhanglin heard the boy's voice, his heart skipped a beat, and goosebumps crawled up his calf.

The boy's voice was so similar to his, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that they were the same person.

"I'm Zhanglin, who are you?" Zhanglin looked at Shu Xingmi anxiously.

"..." The young man was silent for a few seconds, his voice filled with disbelief: "My name is also Zhang Lin."

Shu Xingmi opened his mouth.

"What...?" Zhanglin couldn't hold the microphone.

"Is there a professor beside you? His name is Wen Ren, wearing glasses and a white shirt." The boy's voice was a little eager, even though he lowered his voice, it was still harsh: "Don't trust him! Don't trust the professor! He Not helping you, he is..."

Zhang Lin slowly turned his head to look at Shu Xingmi.

The moment their eyes met, Shu Xingmi could see that Zhanglin was still trying to believe him. He wanted Shu Xingmi to explain something, but Shu Xingmi really didn't know what happened on the other end of the phone.

What kind of medium is this telephone booth located at the junction of two areas?