That night, Suer did not return to the dormitory but stayed in the hotel.
Seeing that he was alone, the receptionist immediately smiled and said, "Room 303, right?"
Soul nodded.
"One person?" The receptionist couldn't help but confirm again.
Soul continued to nod.
Witnessing him getting on the elevator, the receptionist breathed a sigh of relief. It was good to be alone, and that alone wouldn't have to be scanned!
Not long after entering the guest room, Sur lay down on the bed very properly with his head resting on his hands, and began to stare at the ceiling motionlessly.
"Sen Huanhuan." After repeating the name, he closed his eyes.
If he could decide on his own which superpower to awaken, Sur would definitely choose empathy without hesitation and try to understand the feeling of missing his loved ones.
Downstairs in the hotel, the clock hanging on the wall was about to strike twenty-three.
The receptionist looked expectantly, it was time for her shift change!
At this moment, she saw a familiar figure who had been there during the day come in through the revolving door and walk straight to the elevator. The corner of her mouth twitched: "This classmate..."
"I'm looking for someone." Ji Heng responded frankly.
Receptionist: "Room 303?"
The elevator door opened, Ji Heng nodded, and his figure disappeared behind the door.
"…"
Drop—drop—
The hotel not only has a doorbell installed, but the sound is also very distinctive.
Su Er's eyes snapped open, and then he realized that ghosts generally prefer knocking on doors rather than ringing doorbells. At least in the horror stories he'd read, he'd only ever seen ghosts knocking on doors, never doorbell ghosts.
"who?"
"It's me."
Only after recognizing Ji Heng's voice did Suer open the door a crack.
Seeing that he was still secretly holding the prop in his left hand, Ji Heng's mouth curled up slightly.
Soul shrugged. "What if some dirty creature pretends to be you and speaks?"
The mysterious eyeball in his body can help him not be deceived by appearances, but it cannot distinguish sounds.
"It's good to be cautious."
Ji Heng noticed that the powder on the curtains had been cleaned. Although the bed showed signs of being slept on, the quilt was neatly arranged, not twisted into a twist, which was completely inconsistent with Su Er's arrogant sleeping posture. It was obvious that he had just been lying there thinking about life.
"How did you know I was here?" Sur opened the window and let the wind blow in through the fluttering curtains.
"When you saw the suicide note during the day, you seemed quite moved."
Su Er lowered his head and was silent for a moment, his tone somewhat complicated: "When parents pass away, most people will always feel some pain. I'm just curious about this feeling."
Ji Heng's eyes moved slightly, but he didn't show much surprise. After a while, he asked, "Are your parents not good to you?"
"I don't remember ever being treated harshly." Su Er raised his lips in a mocking arc: "The problem is me."
Instead of speaking directly to comfort her, Ji Heng seriously thought about this question and then said, "Close your eyes."
Su Er did as he was told.
"Imagine a scene: I'm dead, and tens of thousands of evil spirits tear off my flesh bit by bit, then throw it into a raging fire to be cooked... Wouldn't that be sad?"
Su Er: "I will feel bad."
"Zhao San didn't come back after two dungeons, and Yao Zhi also died in the game. You suddenly realized that the math teacher you always hated would never come back. Are you sad?"
Soul: "Sad."
"So the problem most likely lies with your parents. Perhaps they tampered with your memory. In fact, you have a tragic and shocking life story."
"…"
Su Er had given himself this kind of psychological suggestion more than once, with the purpose of comforting himself, but he never thought that Ji Heng could provide a theoretical basis for this.
When he opened his eyes again, he sighed with emotion: "You are right."
She pursed her lips and managed to utter a thank you.
He has always been eloquent, but for some reason he couldn't say anything else at this moment, even if it meant using a joke to liven up the atmosphere.
At first glance, Ji Heng still had his usual cold expression: "You're welcome. Remember to take a picture of the gun and give it to me."
He opened his phone and went to Wanbaolin's official website: "By the way, I'm also interested in these regular silver bullets."
"...purchase."
Room 303 is a double bed room, more than enough for two people.
Ji Heng was lying flat on his back, while Suer was lying on his side, deliberately keeping a distance between them.
He opened his eyes and stared at the curtains, vaguely detecting traces of moonlight seeping in. Ji Heng's perception was too sharp, and Su Er had the illusion that if they got too close, he would be able to easily dissect his brain.
Ji Heng turned his head and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of?"
Surprisingly frank in some respects, Soul chose to answer: "I have always hoped that someone could find an excuse."
Ever since his parents passed away, he has longed for someone to appear and tell him that he is not an alien and that there is something else behind all this.
Su Er once had this expectation in Zhu Yun, because Zhu Yun was the only one who believed that he had an extraordinary background. However, the former may have noticed his uniqueness, but chose to deliberately ignore this issue.
There is no doubt that this is a kind gesture, just like when you see a disabled person on the street, you deliberately look straight ahead and walk past calmly to show respect.
But psychological illness is somewhat different.
I don't know how much Ji Heng understood, but sleepiness gradually took over, and Sul finally fell into a complete dream.
He was thinking about something during the day, and probably because he thought of Zhu Yun before going to bed, this mysterious missing classmate became the protagonist of his dream tonight, and many things related to her appeared in scattered scenes.
He was told the exact time to enter the game, and it was expected that he would go to the Tianji City copy, so the mysterious eyeball was stored in Tianyi Gua's hands in advance... When Suer opened his eyes at dawn, some details were still vivid in his mind.
Ji Heng woke up half an hour ago, took a shower, and sat on the edge of the bed, playing with the silver bullet, wondering what he was thinking about.
When he woke up in the morning and spoke, his voice was a little hoarse. Sur got up and drank some water. Last night's dream gave him a lot of inspiration.
The hand holding the mineral water bottle unconsciously tightened a little, and Su Er said seriously: "In terms of strength, even if he fights against the Ghost King, the host can still hold his own."
When he climbed into bed, he saw Mr. Shuhai and the Skeleton Ghost King fighting with his own eyes. Even Zhou Linjun did not dare to be too aggressive with Mr. Shuhai.
Ji Heng stood up and opened the curtains. A dazzling light instantly filled the entire room. He quickly remembered Su Er's vampire identity and closed them again. "Strike first."
Unless one side has some advantage.
"I've searched online. There are all sorts of strange and bizarre superpowers in this world, but there's one that's never appeared before..." Ji Heng leaned on the windowsill and slowly uttered two words: "Precognition."
Even with this guess, Su Er still felt a tightness in his heart after hearing it. He had seen the same ability in Zhu Yun before.
Nowadays, it is very likely that there are people who have the same ability as Zhu Yun.
They all predicted a certain future and made a series of arrangements to change it.
It's just that Zhu Yun chose to let herself enter the game, while the prophet in this copy was more simple and brutal, and directly designed to kill the host.
Ji Heng suddenly looked at Suer. His gaze was not as sharp as when he looked at ordinary people, but it gave Suer the illusion that he was seen through.
Fortunately, he didn't say anything, and Ji Heng wouldn't get to the bottom of it. He only rationally analyzed what was happening in the current copy.
"Whoever it is, they must be closely connected to Wan Baolin and hate players stealing auction items."
The mission set in the dungeon will not cause irreversible impact on the world. The other party took the risk to kill all the players and the host. Wan Baolin was undoubtedly the fuse.
Suer nodded in agreement and suddenly realized that there were only two hours left before the auction, so he hurried to wash up.
·
There are at least ten security guards outside Wanbaolin, not to mention the layers of security defenses.
Su Er and Ji Heng stood on the street corner, munching on fried dough sticks. Instead of going in, they observed carefully. It didn't take them long to conclude that the seemingly thorough security checks actually had loopholes, and the possibility of a trap was high.
Taking out a black card from his pocket, Soul swallowed the last bite of the fried dough sticks: "It doesn't matter whether it's a bureau or not."
Anyway, he has money and can buy things openly.
After wiping his hands clean, Su Er stood up straight: "Come on, tell me what you like."
He nailed the arrogant upstart's demeanor.
Ji Heng cooperated with his performance and deliberately lagged behind by half a step, like a little brother following the eldest young master.
Wanbaolin has four floors, with numerous exhibits displayed in the lobby for free viewing. Floors below the third floor are primarily for spectators. Those wishing to enter the final floor must pay a deposit online in advance to confirm their bid on the day of the auction. Of course, if the remaining balance is insufficient or if the bidder changes their mind, Wanbaolin will pursue legal action according to the contract.
This auction process is completely different from the real world. Because Su Er paid a deposit of 10,000 yuan in advance last night, he is now sitting on the fourth floor.
People of status like to bring assistants or female companions to bid. Ji Heng does not belong to either category, but the security guard still lets him in after Suer's insistence.
Sitting in the third row and observing the people around me, they were either dressed in suits or in long flowing skirts.
Before the auction started, there were several etiquette personnel standing on both sides, all of whom were outstanding in appearance and temperament.
When his sight swept to the last etiquette staff, Sur's eyelids twitched and he wanted to look away, but the man had already looked over, grinning with a smile similar to that of a white shark.
Bloodthirsty and cruel.
Su Er twisted his neck stiffly. "I remember you once said that the probability of meeting the same host again is very small."
Ji Heng nodded.
Soul: "Look to the front right."
Ji Heng glanced over and saw the sad face of the loyal servant guarding the tomb without warning.
Su Er was silent for a few seconds, and couldn't help but say: "Am I encountering a ghost wall?"
Why do you always jump back and forth between several familiar hosts?
Ji Heng: "It's normal for him to want to atone for his mistakes after being suspended."
If the truth can be found out first, the merit can offset the fault; even if nothing is gained for the time being, once Mr. Pu Liu dies suddenly in an accident, the loyal servant guarding the tomb will most likely be arranged by the game to temporarily take over the remaining work.
In any case, the loyal servant guarding the tomb will not suffer any loss.
"Don't worry too much." Noticing Su Er's frown, Ji Heng comforted him: "His main goal is to find out the host's death. You are just a secondary contradiction."
Sur's brows relaxed slightly, and he glanced at the direction of the loyal servant guarding the tomb. The resentment that wanted to grind his bones into ashes could be felt even from such a distance.
He coughed lightly and said, "It's about to become the main contradiction."
Ji Heng clearly sensed the unconcealed anger of the loyal servant guarding the tomb, and said calmly, "Since we can't stop the conflict, let's be practical."
Su Er: "Ask him to serve tea and water?"
After talking so much in the hot summer, I couldn't help feeling thirsty.
Ji Heng actually had some other ideas. Hearing this, he felt his throat was a little dry, so he nodded and said, "I want some ice."