Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

I'm so...

Is this whole world actually called an incinerator?

The content of this prompt has to be said to be even more thrilling.

And this time, it is a condition for the containment to be completed, and the concept of completing the mission is very clear as long as it is completed.

At the same time, the previous task did not fail again, indicating that the two are parallel.

So what I need to do is to follow the mission guidelines while looking for a way out of the incinerator?
In this way, the nature of these detailed mission guidelines has changed.

They are not to help themselves to complete, but to kill themselves.

It's like a spike hanging above the head, as long as it can't be completed, the san value will be lost.

And the saying that the san value is zero is quite scary.

At a glance, it looks like a deathmatch.

I don't know if I really lose all my San points by then, if I fail the automatic task and return home to live an idiot life, or if I still can't get out and get stuck here as a disabled person.

"Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Fu Qian didn't make a sound, Medea obviously thought she had guessed right.

The next moment her expression suddenly relaxed, she leaned forward and tilted her head to look at Fu Qian, smiling like a spring breeze.

"Actually, you can come to see the teacher, the teacher is very happy."

"Although you are relatively silent, the teacher has always paid attention to you."

"Am I usually silent?"

Youyou's body was fragrant, Fu Qian did not dodge, but asked back with a smile.

"Yeah, it feels like you don't get along well with other people, and you don't usually talk much. Many people say you are withdrawn."

"But in my opinion, you are one of the most special students I have ever taught. You are not very close to your classmates, just because your personality is too mature and you lack a common language."

While speaking, Medea's face was almost close to Fu Qian's ear, and the dazzling whiteness on her chest was even closer.

"So when other teachers suggested whether to give you some psychological counseling, I resolutely rejected it."

"You don't need that at all, do you?"

This guy blew directly into Fu Qian's ear.

Of course, students of this age obviously need more physical counseling.

Fu Qian thought to himself, fully understanding what this man wanted to say.

And it's clear she doesn't mind providing that kind of tutoring.

"Yes, I actually have some physical problems now."

In the next moment, Fu Qian said seriously.

"I seem to be a little unwell, can I ask for leave and go home first?"

"uncomfortable?"

Upon hearing Fu Qian's first words, sparks almost flashed in Mediah's eyes, but this turning point was obviously unexpected for her.

"It obviously looks good!"

This guy looked Fu up and down a few times, then seemed to understand something, giggled and shook his head.

"It's not good to lie, and the teacher is still in class, so it's inconvenient to go out now!"

"That's a real pity."

Fu Qian said with regret, but his expression remained unchanged.

"Don't rush."

Medea cast a charming wink.

"And you don't have to worry about what happened just now."

"Although Daniel has an impulsive personality, I guarantee that he was just taken aback, and he will never trouble you because of what happened just now."

"If you say that, I'm relieved."

Fu Qian nodded, his expression remained unchanged.

whee!

Seemingly convinced that Fu Qian was unhappy, or unwilling to bow his head in this delicate competition, Medea just smiled lightly and didn't say much.

"That's good, you go back first."

When saying this, this one even licked his lips, quite reluctant to part.

"it is good."

Fu Qian replied again, and got up without further ado.

"Wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to leave, Medea stopped him again, signaling to wait a moment.

Then the man hurried forward two steps, and opened one of the desk drawers—not the locked one.

From this other drawer, this guy actually took out a Polaroid camera.

"Can I take a picture of you?"

The man waved his hand and looked at Fu Qian with a smile.

"Please."

Fu Qian waved his hands quite generously, and even adjusted his posture.

"May I know what you want to use it for?"

"No."

Medea smiled mischievously.

"It's a secret."

While speaking, this person pressed the shutter of the camera.

The white photo paper was spit out immediately, and this person carefully took it off, looking at the portrait that gradually appeared, very satisfied.

The next moment, Medea turned sideways slightly, quietly blocked Fu Qian's sight, took out a shiny key, and inserted it into the only locked drawer.

If I'm not mistaken, this one should have been found when I was looking for the camera just now, from the shoe under the table.

Fu Qian shook his head, thankful again that he had mastered one more skill.

But at this moment, it was obvious that trouble was coming.

That drawer, he didn't lock it after he finished opening it, and this one couldn't help but notice it.

Sure enough, the next moment Mediah's movements froze.

After a few seconds, this man slowly turned his head and stared at Fu Qian with a strange expression.

"Did you see everything inside?"

"Yes."

Nod honestly before paying.

"It's really... It seems that I'm really not in a good state recently."

Medea lowered her head and rubbed the key in her hand.

"Even forgetting to lock it will happen."

right?Your reaction is a bit strange!

I sneaked into the office weirdly, and then the secret drawer was opened. No matter how you look at it, you are the biggest suspect, right?

Why did this person think she forgot to lock it at first, and was so sure about it?

Mediah's words made Fu Qian suspicious.

"Why didn't I open it?"

Ask if you don't understand, and ask questions without hesitation before Fu Qian.

"You open it? How is that possible?"

Medea smiled dumbly, then shook her head.

"First of all, I put the key myself. I know very well whether anyone has moved it."

"And without the key, how could this drawer be opened?"

"Why can't it be opened?"

Hearing this abnormal and absolute tone, Fu Qian suddenly had an ominous premonition.

"What's the reason, it just can't be opened!"

Medea looked at him suspiciously.

"Isn't the prompt very clear?"

……

hiss!
As soon as Medea said this, Fu Qian took another deep breath,

This incinerator is even worse than imagined before!
It's not just me.

Everyone seemed to see the prompt and seemed to take it as normal.

What kind of world is this?It's really exciting.

"Is the hint sure to be right?"

Fu Qian asked again calmly.

"Are you kidding, how could the prompt be wrong?"

Medea opened her mouth wide, as if Fu Qian was asking why the water flows downhill.