Different times game

Chapter 112 Death

"Okay, I agree." Li Lian's eyelids were extremely heavy.

There is plenty of sunlight on the second floor and the corridor is bright.

In the spacious corridor, the exquisite chandelier casts bright and warm light, the complex patterned floor reflects light and shadow, and the blank spaces along the wall are decorated with classical-style oil paintings.

There was a man standing at the end of the corridor, his bones erect. It was the male player, his shirt was bloody, and the waist and abdomen in the holes in the clothes were in a terrible state. It was dark red after the flesh was cut with a knife, and there were many blurred blood vessels in the fractures.

Because of the puppetization, the wound became a cross-section like a dry tree stump.

Also, his puppet is missing. Same as Li Niannian.

He is also obviously a lot shorter.

This was the second time Victor saw him standing in front of this window.

"What are you looking at?"

The male player was stunned for a moment, then suddenly gave a smile that could be called pure. "I was wondering how far it is from my home."

"Actually, I was looking for a map in the study last night. As a geography worker, I always want to know where I am."

"North latitude 32°, east longitude 119°." He looked into Victor's green eyes and said.

"What?" Victor didn't understand.

"Our work team often travels around to collect endangered seeds. Every time we look at the stars in the wilderness, we really want to go home. We get home smoothly every time."

The man suddenly opened the window, held the window railing with both hands and cried, quite sadly. "But I know I won't be able to go back this time. I really want to go home. I want to go home..."

His sad cries were like lonely raindrops in the middle of the night, heavy and depressing. Every sound is filled with fear and fear, as if the soul is screaming in a scorching fire.

Victor silently patted his shoulder gently, even though he was used to this kind of scene, he couldn't help but be a little touched.

Shao Jingming watched in silence, unable to sympathize with this.

He is different from other players. He is world-weary and harsh. He is waiting for a beautiful death, at least as beautiful as a rose that is gradually drowned in the deep blue sea. Because he is always waiting for death, many things are not dangerous to him.

His body and soul are highly prone to death, and he is born of death.

The player cried for a while and climbed onto the ledge at a speed that was too fast to react.

Victor subconsciously reached out to pull him, but he dodged it, and he fell downwards without hesitation before his consciousness was dissipated.

"You can hold him." Shao Jingming hit the nail on the head, "You also think that is the best destination for him."

He walked to the window and found himself on an overturned rose bush. The tattered dolls were torn apart, like broken branches piled on the roses. The bright flowers were particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

An uninformed passerby would have thought that the puppet had committed suicide.

it's beautiful.

Shao Jingming's dark eyes, which were exactly the same as Shen Nanzhi's, were filled with the purest amazement.

Inanimate things possess emotions, which is truly an outstanding work of art.

"What are you thinking about?" Victor accurately captured the surprise in his eyes.

Just as he was able to capture the emotions in Shao Jingming's eyes, Shao Jingming was also quietly looking at those perfect eyes.

Some kind of offbeat collecting hobby is about to kick in.

In fact, compared to the eyes of normal people, he prefers the eyes of myopic people, which are slightly deformed and hazy.

"Sorry, I was scared." His expression and voice were harmless enough.

(End of this chapter)