Chapter 17 Residential Plan

Lao Yu finished dressing the wound in the storage room, took out his own bread from the cabinet, and took a bite. The pain here is very real. He took a tablet of analgesics, but the effect of the drug has not yet been exerted. There are only two small tablets in total, so he has to eat it sparingly.

Just after swallowing the hard piece of bread, Shen Ti pushed open the door and came in, with the brown sunglasses he had just exchanged in the morning on the bridge of his nose.

When he saw Lao Yu, he paused in his footsteps, then pushed on his glasses, and said to him in German, "Good noon."

The way he greeted him was weird, Lao Yu didn't say anything and nodded at him.

Shen Ti suddenly realized something, "Oh no, you are French." After speaking, he said "I'm sorry" in French.

He is a weirdo. This matter is no longer surprising, Lao Yu was too lazy to pay attention to it, only to see Shen Ti walking towards the glass cabinet beside him, only then did he know that Shen Ti's materials were put together with his own.

Shen Ti didn't eat, and almost all his supplies didn't move. No wonder the energy bar on his head was much less than others. He opened the cabinet door, only took out a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap and poured it into his mouth, drinking water like some kind of animal.

Lao Yu didn't look back at him again, and put the last bite of the bread into his mouth to chew. With his striped shirt open, he was in pain, strangely painful. In addition to the chest and abdomen that were injured in the duel, also felt some pain in the back.

And ankles.

I don't know when, Shen Ti actually sat beside him, showing no trace at all.

"Hey, your skill is that you can go to other people's rooms, right?" He stretched out his hand, his index and middle fingers imitating the walking posture,

Lao Yu frowned, "Did you only know now?"

"Just to confirm it again."

Shen Ti seemed to be thinking about something. After thinking for a while, he pointed to his chest, "What's in your clothes?"

Lao Yu subconsciously pulled his shirt away, lowered his head to look at it, and raised his head in a dazed way to ask Shen Ti, "What?"

"Oh." There was no change in Shen Ti's face, and he said boldly, "The injury on your chest is a bit strange, I want to look at it again."

It was only at this time that Lao Yu realized that he was deceived by Shen Ti just now. This guy does things completely out of order, not like a normal person.

"What do you mean?"

Shen Ti tilted his head and stared at it, then raised his head and drank the last sip of water in the bottle, "The injuries are all new, did you get them during the duel?"

"Yeah." Lao Yu nodded.

"Is there nothing else..." Shen Ti stretched his neck to observe Lao Yu's other parts, almost looking at his whole body.

"What the hell are you doing?" Lao Yu was puzzled by him.

Unable to find other wounds, Shen Ti chose to give up. He seemed sleepy, raised his hand, rubbed his eyes, and said lazily, "I ask you, what did you do with that kid last night?"

His attitude is very general, his speech is lethargic, and the most important thing is that his thinking is still very jumping, and he jumps to a new topic at once.

Old Yu was slightly dissatisfied with his attitude, "Why should I tell you?"

Shen Ti turned his face, a pair of green eyes were faint in the dim light, like ghost fire, "You are good at pretending." He pointed his thumb to the door, "It's not like this when you're outside, you're bullying me ?"

A sensible attitude.

Agitated by Shen Ti, Lao Yu didn't know what to say for a while.

"Forget it." Shen Ti flattened the bottle in his hand, then took it up and blew on the mouth of the bottle, blowing it until it swelled up and closed the lid, "I'm not interested in your private conversations. You just need to tell me, What time did we finish talking, and where did we go after that?"

Lao Yu frowned. Although he didn't want to tell Shen Ti the answer, he couldn't help but recall his question.

"I think about it, this hypnotic gas has made my mind a little unclear." Lao Yu took a deep breath, "I just remember that it was almost twelve o'clock when I was talking in the living room, and I was talking to Wu You at that time. Say, it's getting late, we should go back to sleep, or we might get fouled."

Shen Ti made a lollipop out of nowhere, put it in his mouth, and asked vaguely, "Then what? Are you guys going back?"

Lao Yu nodded, "He went with me. We walked side by side to the door of the room and said goodnight to each other. Wu You is a very polite child."

"and then?"

"Then I went back to my room to sleep."

"Sleep..." Shen Ti repeated these three words, and raised his eyebrows at him, "Don't you think it's strange?"

"What's so strange?" Lao Yu asked in confusion.

"Your skills." Shen Ti counted his fingers, "You can use your skills from 7:00 p.m. to 5:00 a.m., and then you will be forced to sleep at 12:00 p.m. So there are five hours that are wasted. ,right."

After he finished speaking, he raised his eyes and stared at Lao Yu, as if he wanted to observe a little trace to prove his conjecture.

But Lao Yu just looked confused and told him, "I'm also very strange, I've never understood how to use my skills, even if I can go to other people's rooms before going to bed at night, but I can't get his supplies, There's no way to do anything else, so what's the point?"

Shen Ti nodded lazily, more like shaking it twice, then stood up, "I knew it."

Old Yu puzzled: "What do you know?"

"I know you don't know anything."

After Shen Ti finished speaking, he left without looking back.

Lao Yu sat inside for a while, and the more he thought about it, the more strange he felt, so he buttoned his shirt and opened the door to go out. Coincidentally, the holy voice announcing the duel message came from the bunker.

"Is there a duel again?" Lao Yu didn't expect it.

Zhong Yirou walked in from outside the passage, "It was initiated by Dacheng Ueno, for Liu Chengwei."

When they went to the duel room together, it was already the second duel that Ueno had launched against Liu Chengwei. What makes Zhong Yirou feel strange is that Ueno's expression does not look like a person who initiates a duel on his own initiative.

Zhong Yirou stood still, only to realize that An Wujiu was there. As soon as she turned around, she saw Wu Yougang come in, and walked straight to Yang Ming in the dark corner.

She pretended that her lipstick had fallen off, and when she turned around to pick up something, she glanced in the direction of the two of them, and happened to see Wu You taking something out of her pocket and handing it to Yang Ming.

Soon, Wu You walked in her direction quietly, and finally stopped beside Zhong Yirou.

Zhong Yirou also pretended not to see anything, and asked him in a low voice, "Liu Chengwei only has four health bars left?"

"Probably." Wu You said.

"Aren't you going up?"

Wu You stared at Liu Chengwei, who was covered in bruises not far away and still insulted them.

"I don't need it."

The weapons of the second duel were nail sticks and machetes. Although Liu Chengwei’s current blood count was lower than that of Ueno, he was still fierce. He waved the machete mercilessly towards Ueno’s shoulders and neck, but because of his lack of physical strength, he really slashed. There are not many places.

And Ueno, who has always been very humble, smashed Liu Chengwei's chest with a stick like crazy.

The sharp steel nails smashed into the flesh and were pulled out again.

This unruly battle is like a real beast fight.

Zhong Yirou is a doctor. She has seen too many amputated limbs and stumps. Besides, it is not the first time she has entered the altar. Although she feels that it is not good to kill each other, she cannot react too much. She looked sideways at Yang Ming, his expression was more indifferent than before.

With the character of the above Ye Dacheng, it is impossible to initiate a duel on the initiative. This duel must be initiated by Yang Ming.

But why?

Is it really just because he suspects Liu Chengwei is a cult? Just so cruel?

But fighting to kill one of his subordinates, what good is it for him?

Is there a new chess piece?

"The duel is over."

Coming out of the duel threshold, both of them were bloody. Liu Chengwei's face was covered with wounds and blood, and now he can't see a blind eye, he just feels terrible.

He swayed, walking forward step by step, bloody footprints one step at a time. He didn't stop until Yang Ming was in front of him.

Yang Ming wore a neat suit and said nothing. He smelled the strong smell of blood and frowned.

Liu Chengwei suddenly stretched out his hand towards his neck and grasped it fiercely, almost using all his strength, trying to strangle him here!

"Warning! Warning!"

When the holy sound appeared, Liu Chengwei trembled violently as if he had suffered an electric shock. He let go of his tightly clenched hand and fell heavily to the ground.

"Players are not allowed to fight outside the duel threshold. Liu Chengwei fouls once and will be warned by electric shock."

Yang Ming's throat was burning hot, the brief suffocation and pain made him angry, and he kicked Liu Chengwei, who had fallen into a coma.

"damn thing!"

After he finished cursing, he adjusted the tie around his neck and glanced sideways at Ueno, "Do it again."

Zhong Yirou frowned, Liu Chengwei only had three lives left, could it be that Yang Ming wanted to kill him today?

Ueno doesn't know if he can resist, and what are the consequences of resisting? Will Wu You and Yang Ming start a duel against him?

Maybe there is his black line, his five health bars are far from enough.

Ueno's lips were trembling, and he requested another duel against the system.

After a while, Shengyin replied: "The number of duels today is full, and the duel threshold is closed."

The scarlet net was retracted like this, and finally disappeared into the dimly lit room. Unable to initiate a duel anymore, Yang Ming's anger grew stronger and stronger, and he was even more suspicious when he saw Ueno's unrepentant appearance.

Just now, everyone's eyes were focused on the duel threshold, only he stood alone in the corner and took out what Wu You stuffed him.

It was a piece of paper that was crumpled and torn. There was a sentence written on it. The handwriting was crooked, as if it had been written in a non-habitual handwriting. Probably want to start all over again, so there are two more big forks in the whole sentence.

[Ueno is done, in the reading room at 9:30 pm]

This discarded note allowed Yang Ming to immediately identify the other party, so he forced Ueno to fight Liu Chengwei to deceive his reaction.

In fact, for a moment, he suspected that it was An Wu Jiao's trick, but his endless fear, panic and jealousy of An Wu Jiao blurred his mind.

Have two of your allies really been turned against by An Wujiu?

Perhaps An Wu Jiu relied on his many tricks, so he used the easiest way to force himself to drive away Ueno again and fall into a state of isolation.

That's right, Liu Chengwei is not an ordinary person, he is a cult, how dangerous they should be when they join forces.

But if Liu Chengwei is really a cultist, why did An Wujiu directly expose his identity in the morning and target him everywhere?

Yang Ming frowned, thinking about it.

The most dangerous place is the safest. The harder you step on it, the more innocent the relationship will appear.

"Then what should he do?" Wu You suddenly said, interrupting his thinking, "Just put it here?"

Yang Ming took a deep breath.

Even if Liu Chengwei can't be killed today, he must be contained.

"Can you stay up tonight or tomorrow night?" Yang Ming asked Wu You.

"Tonight." Wu You replied.

Yang Ming nodded, "Then tie him to the reading room, to the sofa, make sure he can't move, you stare at him and see what will happen tomorrow morning."

If there are still people dead, it means that Liu Chengwei is not a cult, but if it is Christmas Eve, Liu Chengwei can't stay no matter what.

Anyway, this guy has only three health bars left, and his survival value is only two points.

Just when he doesn't want two points.

Several men present lifted Liu Chengwei up and arrived in the reading room. Wu You brought the quilt on the bed from the lounge and put it on the ground, spread it for himself, tied Liu Chengwei with Lao Yu, and firmly fixed his limbs on the sofa .

The others left, while Wu You sat on the floor, took out a piece of bread and nibbled it silently. After half a meal, Liu Chengwei on the wooden bed also woke up. He struggled desperately and cursed at Wu You. But Wu You turned a deaf ear, and quietly ate the remaining half.

The more Liu Chengwei scolded, the more unpleasant it became, and even raised his head vigorously to spit at Wu You, but Wu You just tilted his head slightly to avoid it and still didn't speak.

Without a duel, time passed quickly. An Wu Jiu finished reading half of the Vimalakirti Sutra, so sleepy he could only yawn, thinking that it was almost ten o'clock, so he closed the book and got up and went back to his lounge.

When passing by the porch of the lounge, he saw Zhong Yirou leaning on the sofa on the porch with Erlang's legs crossed, the newspaper in his hand covering his face, and the high-heeled shoes with skulls dangling on his feet, and they were about to fall.

"Looking for me?" Zhong Yirou sensed An Wujiu's existence and put down the newspaper, revealing a pair of cat eyes.

An Wujiu took a step closer, caught a glimpse of the coffee cup in her hand, and tilted her head.

"Do another business?"

They didn't talk too much on the porch, there were ears on the wall, An Wu Jiu took Zhong Yirou to the airtight piano room, and finished the plan to Zhong Yirou in a sincere and cooperative attitude. Lounge 5.

He was sure that Zhong Yirou would nod.

Otherwise he won't show up on the lounge porch and wait for him until he comes out.

They're all smart people, don't have to say too much.

An Wu Jiu sat beside the bed and felt that the arm that had been hanging on his chest was numb, very uncomfortable, he removed the cloth, put down his right hand, then climbed onto the bed and closed his eyes in a drowsy state.

Liu Chengwei's hoarse scolding sounded in his ears. The events that happened during the day were replayed in his mind, and the countless precise routes formed by the strategy kept moving forward, and he was still a long way from the goal he wanted to achieve.

With the lack of food and water resources, An Wu Jiao could feel that his physical strength was being consumed faster. The yellow energy bar above his head kept decreasing, and sooner or later something would go wrong.

Before that, even if he had allies, he couldn't and couldn't exchange other people's materials, which was too easy to expose.

three days left……

He lay down, and soon, Liu Chengwei couldn't scold anymore, he stopped, and the lounge became extraordinarily quiet. He was so quiet that he could only hear his own heartbeat.

He counts time by heartbeat.

It's 11:35.

Twenty-five minutes left.

This feeling of recording time with his heartbeat was familiar to him, but he couldn't remember the circumstances under which he did things, he just felt as if he was doing it every day.

The feeling of memory loss made An Wu Jiu irritated, he was about to turn over, his shoulders just turned, suddenly he turned over and opened his eyes, with his uninjured left hand, he flipped the person near the bed onto the bed, stepped and bent over to sit on him. On the body, the forearm straight down and pressed down on the opponent's neck.

It's Shen Ti.

His throat was suppressed by An Wujiu, his brows were wrinkled, his hand kept slapping An Wujiu's arm and body, like a dying fish.

"Want to sneak attack?" An Wu Jiu's arm relaxed a little, slowly moved to the left on his blushing neck, and finally changed his hand to grab his neck.

A fresh pulse beat in his hands, beating faster than his heart.

An Wu Jiu loosened up, only using five points of effort, Shen Ti was able to breathe. He panted and smiled at An Wujiu, in the darkness, this voice seemed to be amplified by An Wujiu's sensitive response to danger.

So it's getting more dangerous.

"You are so sensitive." He lay under An Wu Jiu, his transparent and charming green eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, "How did you find out?"

"I heard..." An Wu Jiu lowered his head, got closer, stretched out his right hand that still smelled of blood, and held the two strings of red coral that were still swaying slightly with his fingertips, the ending sound was very cold.

"The sound of your earrings."