"Dewey! What are you doing?! " Qin Guan's voice came from outside the opaque door of the office, full of anger, but tried to keep it down.

"Qin Guan, take it easy. Those monsters are attracted by the sound." Dewey's voice is still heartless. "Birch is right. Without a competitor, we have a better chance of survival."

"Dewey, you will be punished!" The sound of Murong clenching her teeth came.

"this is something that is good for everyone, and I don't think you should be too specific to birch." Dewey is obviously on the side of the birch. "Birch coming back from the dead is certain, so he's the only one here who can take us out."

"you bastard! Hand over the remote control! "

"click!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I accidentally stepped on it."

……

The noise outside the office was repressed and noisy, but it could not affect Su Qingxing's mood in the office at all.

In other words, nothing can affect Su Qingxing at this moment.

The wind in the office was still blowing, the blinds were crackling, and didn't know if anyone outside the door heard it.

"I don't remember being killed a few times." Su Qingxing almost unconsciously put his thoughts on Murong's desk, maybe he was talking to him, maybe he was talking to himself, "he was stabbed in the heart, cut his neck, pushed off the rooftop, and thrown into a group of ghosts." Human beings always think of all kinds of ways to live. "

"I have been working as a guide. If I have seen thousands of ghosts, only a few dozen have been brought back to the ghost town." Su Qingxing could not hear the movement around him, "but as many as hundreds of people were sent to hell."

My mother said that as long as she didn't have evil thoughts, she wouldn't get hurt. Father said that the only way not to get hurt is to be strong, because all life is born to fear the strong. "

"maybe cinnabar is right. I should have a good rest." After Su Qingxing said this, he sat down against the wall and closed his eyes.

"Ooh!" Under the contemplative gaze, the strong wind in the office did not stop, but Su Qingxing, who had just closed his eyes, opened his eyes again.

That's a pair of. The eyes with the purest blue pupil are invisible.

No gentleness, no tolerance.

I can't see anything in those eyes.

I don't know when the short black hair turned to silver. When the "Su Qingxing" got up, he tied a knot and hung behind him.

Su Qingxing looked at the door of the office and slowly held out his hand.

The wind in the office seems to be getting stronger and stronger.

"what's the matter?" Just then, a taller figure appeared beside Su Qingxing and grabbed his arm in an instant.

At that moment, the wind in the office disappeared.

All the paper and furniture fell back to the ground, and the office was awfully quiet.

The figure in black uniform stood beside Su Qingxing, clutching his arm and not letting go.

Silver hair, gray scarf, appearance constantly praised by cinnabar. Just like when he and Su Qingxing met in the inspection of the ghost city.

There is no doubt that death appeared around Su Qingxing, but it was definitely not the "model" built by cinnabar, but the one who really came here quietly for Su Qingxing's sake. Death in the underworld, your Highness.

At the same time, the little snow wolf who had been placed on his desk by Su Qingxing was missing, as if it had never existed.

Su Qingxing would have tried every means to avoid death, but at this moment Su Qingxing seems a little strange. …! He just stood still facing the door, without even looking at death.

But at the same time, Su Qingxing heard the question asked by death, and then replied in an indifferent voice he had never heard before: "solve the job at hand, and then go back and have a rest."

Death seemed to think of something, and his face looked a little nervous. Such expressions are rarely seen on the face of the Underworld mogul, but these routines seem to be meaningless in the face of Suqin Xing.

"how long have you been working continuously?" Death did not dare to let go of Su Qingxing's arm at will, for fear that in just a moment, Su Qingxing would be strong enough to wipe out all four people outside the door.

"I don't remember." The "Su Qingxing" in front of death has no emotion on his face, no emotion in his eyes, and no emotion in his words, but he unexpectedly answers every question.

"maybe ten days, maybe twenty days, maybe thirty days. The guide doesn't need sleep, so he can work all the time. " Su Qingxing's consciousness has gone to sleep because of exhaustion, leaving only the subconscious and instinct in action.

"you, you need to rest." Death can feel that Su Qingxing's power is getting stronger and stronger, so he must use the same strength to suppress it.

"so the work must be finished as soon as possible." What Su Qingxing said was like a procedure set at the beginning, "erasing all work goals is the quickest way to get the job done."

"you don't know what you're doing." Death still did not let go of his hand, and his handsome face rarely frowned slightly. "if you wake up, you will regret it."

"has been abandoned." Su Qingxing's voice was neither sad nor happy, "it doesn't matter."

"it's hard every time, isn't it?" Death pulled Su Qingxing into his arms, "but only when he lost consciousness because of exhaustion did he speak his heart."

The reason why Su Qingxing will become like this is very simple. Because he has been working hard for a long time and forgetting to rest, his body is exhausted to the extreme.

But even so, Su Qingxing doesn't seem to have forgotten about his work.

"I don't feel bad." Even if he had been in the arms of death, Su Qingxing's expression remained unchanged, staring straight at death in front of him, just like looking at a complete stranger. "the job of the guide is to be an insignificant bystander, and only every time he is killed and abandoned, will he feel that the eighteen layers of hell is not cruel enough for some souls."

"you, like hundreds of years ago, don't care what you look at, but keep it in your heart." Death grabbed Su Qingxing's arm with one hand and wrapped it around it with the other hand. "only when the consciousness is blurred, do you say it."

"my work is not finished yet." Su Qingxing's face was still unmoved.

"Yes, the movie is not over either." Death stopped talking and disappeared from the room with Su Qingxing, leaving only an empty office.

In another corner of the trial world, the shadow of death and Su Qingxing slowly appeared in the cinema that Su Qingxing was very familiar with.

Death took Su Qingxing by the hand and sat down in the middle of the cinema, looking at the brightening curtain in front of him like a couple who came to the cinema.

On the contrary, Su Qingxing, who is vaguely conscious, appears to be very well-behaved, without any struggle or opposition. But if death had not suppressed the power of Su Qingxing at the moment, no one knew what the world would be like.

On the screen of the cinema, gradually appeared the picture that did not have originally.

The office, which had a lot of space, was full of blood, some monsters that looked like human beings were gnawing at each other's bodies, and the cries of hunger surrounded the cinema.

The picture gradually shifted, and Murong's office appeared in the picture. Murong, Qin Guan, Betula platyphylla and Dewey were still standing at the door of the office, falling silent.

"the door can't be opened, can it?" Dewey, who had just crushed the remote control, lowered his voice and said to Murong with a smile, "you can smash all the glass with an axe, but then the monsters will rush when they hear the sound."

Murong and Qin Guan tried to talk to Su Qingxing, but the blinds were tightly closed and the office door was opaque. They had no idea what was going on in the office.

"he will rush in." Sitting in the studio, death pointed his finger at Qin Guan in the picture. "he took you all the way out of the studio, and he won't leave you this time."

"No." Su Qingxing stared straight at the curtain. "in that case, they will die."

Monsters who eat on their own will be attracted by the sound, and the only way to get into the office is to smash the glass wall.

"make a bet. If I win, just. Remember my name. " Death looked sideways at Su Qingxing, his black eyes full of seriousness.

Su Qingxing did not answer.

"I forgot that when you wake up, you won't remember this." Death glanced down at the hands they shook. "am I the only one who can remember all this forever?" My dear, the betrothed. "

……

Death's eyes looked back at the movie screen in front of him.

"Let's go." In the picture, birch seems to be in a good mood. "maybe Su Qingxing, who stays here, will be safer than us."

But the next second, Qin Guan held his axe high and waved away at the glass wall without hesitation.

Just then, death, sitting next to Su Qingxing, moved his fingers slightly.

"click." The locked door of the office suddenly opened.

Realizing this, Murong immediately pulled Qin Guan back, almost causing unknown detectives to stumble to the ground, but did not alarm the cannibals hovering nearby.

Su Qingxing has been taken away by death, so Murong's office is naturally empty.

Su Qingxing seems to have evaporated from this world.

When Murong and Qin Guan came out of the office, they beat Dewey up in a hateful mood. But even though Dewey was black and blue and had several marks of high heels on his arm, Qin Guan and Murong did not throw him directly into the monster group.

"We are not you, not as shameless as you!" Qin Guan wanted to chop the axe directly on Dewey and said, "what on earth has Su Qingxing offended you?"

The picture on the screen began to transfer to the birch. There was a smile on the face of the teenager who courted Dewey and said to Qin Guan indifferently, "isn't it good now?" Su Qingxing was out without any pain. "

What the teenagers don't know is that in a cinema, Su Qingxing and death are just like watching a movie, watching their every move.

"I won, and even though they knew they had to face monsters, they rushed in." Death looked at the curtain and whispered, "my name is meditation." One day, I will tell you the name myself again. "

Su Qingxing still has no response, although his eyes are looking at the curtain in front of him, but his eyes are empty and have no focal length, and he has obviously not regained his consciousness.

In the picture, Murong and Qin Guan are divided into a group, Dewey and Betula platyphylla are divided into a group, there is an obvious estrangement between the two groups, and it can even be said that they hate each other.

It was in such a complex atmosphere that a group of people walked cautiously through the large office to the entrance.

Before that, there seemed to be a wall blocking the entrance, making it impossible for everyone to leave the company.

But now, it is not the wall that appears at the entrance, but a familiar red corridor.

A group of people looked at the corridor easily, but this time there was a teenager with closed eyes and Qin Guan's shoulder.

I don't know how long after walking, another door appeared at the end of the corridor. Qin Guan was the first to open the door, and what appeared in front of them was a medium-sized classroom.

More than a dozen students are sitting in the classroom, practicing painting in front of the drawing board.

"this is my art room!" Dewey shouted at once.

"the work is not finished yet." Looking at the enlarged Dewey's face in the picture, Su Qingxing rose from the seat of the cinema.

But because of death. Meditation is holding hands, so Su Qingxing, who is still confused, leans forward and falls directly into the arms of contemplation!

The long hair, knotted at random, was scattered between the overlapping legs of the two men, looking at each other.

Su Qingxing has no consciousness, but his consciousness of contemplation is very clear.

Hugging the teenager who fell into his arms, he almost held his breath.