Is it really a straight girl?

Although the lights were on, there was no other person on the first floor at this time... It was a bit too empty.

The girl picked up her phone and checked the time. It was almost nine o'clock.

Everyone has probably gone back to their rooms...

"Ah, I'm finally back. As I said before, Mi Ji wants to play a two-player game with the other side!"

Xiao Bifang suddenly grabbed Mi Ji's left hand while speaking, and at the same time stepped forward.

"But it's so late now—"

Mi Ji still wanted to find another excuse to hide, but before the sound fell, a pulling force suddenly came from his left hand again.

Staggering, the tug turned into a tug almost in a split second.

In seconds, the following turned into a staggering run, struggling to maintain balance.

When he came back to his senses, he stopped, gasped and raised his head, and he was already in front of the door on the other side.

"Slow down a little bit..." Mi Ji was a little scared.

"Yeah, I know, I know."

This guy wasn't listening at all.

The orange-haired little Bifang hummed a brisk tune, grabbed the handle and pressed it down skillfully.

The carved wooden door of the same style as the other rooms slowly opened.

Miji looked up at the door plate.

Like other rooms, there is no house number.

On the other side's doorplate, only the word 'Existence' is written.

Mi Ji whispered these two words.

Bi Fang had already walked into the room carelessly, while Mi Ji was still standing in front of the door blankly, looking at these two words.

She's actually been a little curious all along.

Do the words on the house plate only have the function of the house number?Is it just like the elegant names engraved on the door plates of private rooms by various Chinese restaurants?

Mi Ji always felt more than that.

With the carefree Miss Bifang, it shouldn't matter if you ask directly.

"Let's talk..." Mi Ji watched Bi Fang briskly sit down on the pillow of a screen, quickly picked up the handle to turn on the screen, pointed to the two characters on the house number, and asked bluntly: "Miss Bi Fang knows this house number What does the word on it mean?"

The screen was lit, the two handles and the cushion were put away, and she quickly gathered the snack packs scattered in the room.

She didn't stop, and ran to her bed again. From the pile of boxes piled up in the corner of the room, a box of heavy boxes wrapped in pink appeared to be a bit difficult to lift.

At the same time, there is also the crisp sound of jingling glass bottles colliding.

"Meaning?" Xiaobifang responded during the transport: "Those are very simple and a bit profound things. It's okay for Miji to ignore them. It doesn't matter whether these words are the same or not!"

"Anyway, what's more important now is the two-player game!" She put a box of fruit wine drinks in front of the display screen, swiped it, and without knowing what she used, she directly cut the tape, and took out a light red drink from it : "Dangdang! Sure enough, you can't drink enough in that kind of restaurant, right? Mimi has a lot of them!"

Don't be proud of this.

Miji took his left hand away from the door, and moved closer to the other side.

It seems... yesterday and the day before yesterday, when I was going to sleep, I was basically drunk...

Mi Ji was about to seriously persuade the other side, and let himself drink less.

There was a sudden knock on the door behind him, which attracted the attention of the two people in the room.

Miki tilted his head and looked behind him in bewilderment.

At some point, Miss Chitose was already standing outside the door.

"After this, I have some things that I want to tell you, miss. So - please don't drink too much today."

Her tone of reminder was still natural.

"it is good……"

Subconsciously, I agreed.

……

310 One, Hanamizuki

"The plug is off."

"That's not how electricity works!"

"Game, it's just a game, Mimi fast-forwards the pipeline!"

"Oh, wait, what is that? A flying robot vacuum cleaner?"

……

What Miss Bifang invited to play was a cartoon-style puzzle game for two people, in which two couples who decided to divorce were turned into puppets by magic books to jointly break through the level.

Although the subject is a bit ambiguous, Mi Ji thinks that the carefree Miss Bifang probably didn't want to use this to imply an ambiguous atmosphere.

Miss Bifang doesn't have any special thoughts, Bifang just wants to play games.

Half an hour later, after passing another level.

Bi Fang dropped the orange-blue main color handle, habitually grabbed the small glass bottle beside him, lifted it up and pressed it to his lips, but only a few drops of the red fruit wine in it penetrated into his lips.

"Mimi help me get another bottle." She happily shook the small bottle, and put it in the pile of empty bottles on the right.

There were bursts of Linglong.

At a cursory glance, there were at least a dozen small empty bottles over there.

As for Miji, there are only four of them.

Today, Bifang drank extra fast, it was like drinking revenge, and he was not half drunk until now.

"Oh……"

Miji reached forward and groped around in the box a few times, but he couldn't touch any glass bottles again.

"It seems." The girl blinked: "It's gone."

"Huh?" Bi Fang also imitated Mi Ji's movements: "Is this the end of the drink? It obviously feels like it's only been less than 15 minutes."

"It's been almost an hour since the game started. Hey, I have a little sense of time."

"Hmm... I didn't feel it. Anyway, Bifang is going to get another box, wait a minute." She jumped up like a small animal suddenly waking up, stood up with a swipe, and hummed a song.

"Miss Bi Fang has already drank twelve bottles, it must be bad to drink any more." Mi Ji turned around to remind, and put down the handle.

"It's okay, it's okay, the other party is evolving every day!"

This way of evolution must be wrong evolution.

"Anyway, Miji is a little sleepy, so I'm going back first." She packed the snack bag between the two of them, and put the empty wine bottle in the box.

"Wow, don't worry, there are more than a dozen boxes of grapefruit soda in storage on the other side!" Bi Fang's shining eyes stared at Mi Ji pitifully: "Mi Mi will soon enter the combat state, no, the super invincible continuous combat state ah!"

This idol is over.

Miss Bifang is already a complete little alcoholic.

"No, no, no, Miki and Chitose agreed not to drink too much today."

After tidying up these snack bags and wine bottles, Miji took a few steps back, and at the same time picked up the Sizhao flower branch that had been temporarily placed on the ground.

"Then... Anyway, play another level?" Bi Fang didn't ask, but asked weakly and tentatively.

"Afterwards, Chitose seems to have something very important to tell Miki, so let's forget about it today." The girl with purple pupils gently waved her hand: "Miji won't run away, and I'll be free for a lot of time afterwards."

"Woo... okay." Bi Fang completely turned into a pitiful and pitiful look, squatting on the ground, just picked up the fruit wine drink and put it back in frustration.

Surprisingly obedient?

I won't force Miji to stay, Miss Bifang is really nice.

"Then, goodbye first."

……

Leaving the room, help Fang Guang close the door.

Mi Ji stood blankly in front of the door, silently looking at the two words on the door plate.

She always felt that even when she was playing games just now, she was a little absent-minded.

Today, since I woke up in Mahiru's room, until now, I have a strange feeling of blockage in my heart.

Not comfortable at all.

This strange feeling can't be fully described. It's not like a physical sensation, but... There seems to be something wrong with the sixth sense.

"I always feel that something bad will happen..." the girl murmured to herself.

Moreover, this feeling is getting stronger and stronger.

Shaking his head couldn't shake the thought.

She could clearly feel her heart beating in her chest, as if she was reminding something.

Because of this strange sixth sense, she stood in front of the other side's door in a daze for almost half a minute like she is now.

Slowly trying to get out of this strange and sad state in the passage of time, Mi Ji frowned slightly, stroking the wall and walking to the deeper part of the second floor, his own room.

Getting closer.

The sixth sense that cannot be described in words is reminding myself.

'Something bad is about to happen. '

And I am approaching.

It’s as if everything around is telling riddles, the ground is talking, the walls are talking, the lights, carpets, and the tiny mosquitoes around are all conveying this kind of news to Miki.

"It's so strange." The girl continued talking to herself in confusion.

She moved very slowly, to an unusual degree.