Please draw your way of death

Chapter 33

When I got off the train from the station, the night had just arrived, and the whole sky was shrouded in a black shadow, like the ink in a Chinese painting.

The phone buzzed and vibrated in his pocket, Meng Qishu didn't read it, and just tapped his finger in his pocket to hang up.

This is the number 11 phone call he has made since he got in the car, and he knows who is calling without looking.

However, unlike the eleven times before, the other party did not call back soon after the call was hung up this time.

After a while, a "ding dong" text notification sound came. Meng Qishu didn't ignore it this time, and took out his mobile phone to take a look. It was indeed the familiar mobile phone number.

[He Yingbai said that your place can be temporarily reserved for you, if you are just impulsive, you can come back at any time.Also, it's cool at night, so let's find a place to stay. 】

He was indeed a little impulsive, and he hadn't even decided on where to go, so he left Jincheng in a moment of enthusiasm.

Meng Qishu gathered his coat and was blown by the evening wind, even the trouble in his mind seemed to dissipate a lot.

He stopped a taxi, and as soon as he sat in the back seat and was about to report the name of a nearby hotel, he was enthusiastically reminded by the driver: "Young man, the gauze on your head is seeping blood. It’s okay to be scared, right?”

Meng Qishu was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked at the rear mirror in front of the car, and he really saw a small bloody trace from the gauze on his forehead in the mirror.

Almost forgot, he was just an unlucky guy who just got into a car accident.

"It's all right, is there a hospital nearby?" Meng Qishu looked away, "Go to the hospital, I'm sorry."

Two hours later, after changing the gauze in the hospital and finding a hotel to stay in, Meng Qishu stared at the bathroom door for a long time before finally giving up.

The wound should not be wetted with water, not to mention that his whole body was not only wounded like his forehead.

It is always right to follow the doctor's advice.

Meng Qishu simply washed his face with cold water, turned off the light and went to bed.

He urgently needs to let his mind take a good rest now, maybe when he wakes up, it will be all right.

But when people are unlucky, even drinking saliva can be stuffed between their teeth, so Meng Qishu, who was thinking about getting a good night's sleep, had nightmares all night.

He first turned out of a closed courtyard, and before taking two steps, he was knocked unconscious with a stick.

When he opened his eyes again, his eyes were directly covered by the black cloth. Someone pinched his chin and raised his face, discussing with the people on the side how to sell him at a good price in a tone like inspecting goods.

Then, he was pushed and pushed forward, and at a certain place, he reached a certain agreement with some people.

So as soon as he got out of the tiger's den, he went into the wolf's den again. When he finally broke free from the group of people, his feet slipped suddenly and he fell to the ground.

When he raised his head again, the black cloth in front of him disappeared. Before Meng Qishu had time to examine the surrounding environment, he heard "stop" and "don't run" behind him!

His body seemed uncontrollable, and he desperately got up from the cold ground, before he could stand still, he staggered and trot forward for two steps, and then ran desperately.

The sound of the wind, human voices, panting sounds like lack of oxygen, someone grabbed his wrist, flung it away desperately, and continued to run.

A stone was thrown from nowhere, rubbed against the calf, stroked hard, and in an instant there was a burst of bone-piercing pain.

Meng Qishu's feet went limp, and he almost fell to the ground. He put his hands on his thighs and breathed heavily, while the noise behind him continued.

"Hurry up, don't let that kid run away!"

"Is there any stone left? Throw it at me quickly! I don't believe he can still run!"

So he gritted his teeth and once again plunged into the non-stop escape.

The leg hurts so much, the place rubbed by the stone seems to be oozing blood continuously, and the rest of the body has been scratched at some time, rubbed in the cold wind like a knife, it hurts hot.

But he couldn't stop, let alone dare to stop.

He doesn't want to die!

Running and bumping like headless flies, there was a black spot in his eyes shaking, and it became bigger and bigger. When Meng Qishu realized what it was, his heart that was beating wildly became quiet suddenly.

It's the river, the one that crosses Lin'an, a river that is rare in the north, and it's endlessly calm and calm.

"Run, why didn't you run?"

As if knowing that he could not escape, the group of people gradually surrounded him, but they were not in a hurry to catch him, teasing their prey, mocking.

Meng Qishu panted, put the back of his hand to his lips, moved his footsteps slightly, and turned to look at the people who were chasing after him.

Behind him was the railing by the river, and on three sides were people who wanted his life. On this empty roadside, Meng Qishu raised his cautious eyes, stepped back step by step, and pressed his back against the ice-like road guardrail.

"As long as you go back with us, we don't care about your escape this time, how about it?"

The leading man spat to the side, snorted contemptuously and looked over, with ruthlessness in his eyes.

"I advise you to be more sensible."

Meng Qishu took a few breaths, his lips slowly curled up into a icy arc, and he laughed, the cautiousness in his eyes tinged with a hint of ridicule.

Well said.

"Come here by yourself, don't force us to catch you."

The man took two steps forward, as if he wanted to persuade Meng Qishu, but he heard a sneer from the other side.

Meng Qishu bent over, put one hand on his knees and raised his head slightly, looking at him from bottom to top, but with stubbornness and cruelty in his eyes: "...that's a good idea!"

In the next second, he turned around abruptly, jumped onto the railing, gave the group of people a last look of irony, and jumped into the river.

Feeling weightless, falling into the river, suffocating, and in the icy water, Meng Qishu suddenly forgot to struggle.

He seems to just want to escape, as for where he will go after escaping from that ghost place, he has no idea.

No one will remember him, just like after being kidnapped, even the kidnapper doesn't know where to go to ask for ransom, so he can only sell it to that nightmare place.

It's also quite tiring.

The bottom of the river is actually very dark, I don't know if it is because of the night; there are lights on the side of the road, but they can't illuminate the abyss under the water.

Meng Qishu slowly closed his eyes, surrounded by water, ready to give back his last instinct in this world.

But it seemed that his life was not to die. Before his body touched the bottom of the river, a cold electronic sound suddenly penetrated into his mind.

[The decay of the vital signs of the living body was detected, and the initial activation plan of the copy was started. 】

Meng Qishu jumped up from the bed suddenly, squeezed out the black card from his arms and threw it on the ground.

Seeing a ghost, I can dream about this thing every night I sleep.

Stretching out his hand to wipe his sweaty face, Meng Qishu sat on the bed panting heavily.

He glanced at the screen of the mobile phone that he had just turned on, and the words 23:[-] were displayed on it.

Even if you have a nightmare, you still dream of going back to 18 years ago?

It's dying.

When he managed to catch his breath, a burst of dizziness suddenly rushed into his body, forcing him to barely sit still.

The back of my hand was on my forehead, it was very hot.

How do you say it... The leak in the house happens to rain all night?

It seems that the same is true when the last dungeon just came out, bad things keep happening one after another.

Meng Qishu lay back on the bed, turned up the temperature of the air conditioner a few degrees, and wrapped the quilt tightly around his body.

Knowing that the best way now is to find a hospital, but he is weak, dizzy, and cold.

It's been a long time since I had such a serious illness. When was the last time I got sick?

Forget it... can't remember, don't want to.

I stayed in bed for several hours, but instead of showing no signs of getting better, the symptoms of dizziness seemed to be getting worse.

The nearest hospital was an hour's drive away. Meng Qishu thought about it and gave up. He got out of bed and planned to buy some antipyretics at the pharmacy on the next street.

Unexpectedly, I was dressed neatly, and when I returned to the hotel after buying medicine from the pharmacy, I saw a familiar face head-on.

It was Shao Shiyi who I just met in the last dungeon.

The other party seemed surprised to meet him here, and came over after saying hello to the people around him.

"Meng Qishu, is it really you?" Shao Shiyi was still a little surprised, "Aren't you in Jincheng with Ning Mian, why did you come to An'an? I almost didn't dare to recognize it."

"Ling'an to do something." Meng Qishu lied impeccably, burying half of his face in his collar.

"Why is your voice so hoarse?" Shao Shiyi noticed Meng Qishu's state at this moment, and saw that his expression was sluggish, his bare skin was slightly red, and his forehead was still wrapped with gauze, so he guessed, "Have you got a fever?" ? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

"It's okay, no need, just a little bit cold." Meng Qishu refused, "I just bought anti-fever medicine, so don't bother."

"That's fine." Shao Shiyi couldn't force it, "By the way, which room do you live in? I've been notified to live here as well recently, and it's in 403. If you need help, you can come to me."

"I'm in 507." Probably because of the fever, Meng Qishu didn't even want to say more, but he still thanked him politely, "I will find you if I need it, thank you."

Because of Meng Qishu's fever, the two didn't talk much afterwards, they simply sued each other and went about their own affairs.

But... Ning Mian finally felt relieved to let Meng Qishu, a sick patient, come to work by himself?

Shouldn't there be some secrets?

Shao Shiyi, who came back to his senses, took out his phone and sent Ning Mianzhong a message without saying a word.

[Brother Ning, where are you? 】

A few minutes later, the other party wrote back.

[In Jincheng, what? 】

Meng Qishu was in Lin'an, how could Ning Mian end up in Jincheng honestly?

【Nothing, I just met Meng Qishu, and I want to ask if the conflict between you two has been resolved. 】

【Have you met Meng Qishu? 】

Shao Shiyi felt that there was something wrong with this sentence, and before he could ask, Ning Mian finally saw another message.

【Where is he?Give me a copy of the address. 】

Shao Shiyi immediately typed the name of the hotel and Meng Qishu's room number to Ning Mian and finally attached the question she wanted to know the most.

[Brother Ning, don’t tell me you did something to be sorry for others after you released the dungeon, right?I don't think Meng Qishu mentioned the matter of returning to Jincheng when he had a fever. 】

The first half of the sentence was what she wanted to ask, and the second half of the sentence was based on Meng Qishu's state just now.

Sure enough, there was a call the next second after receiving her message.

"You said Meng Qishu has a fever?" As soon as the call was connected, Ning Mian, who was on the other side, couldn't wait to ask.

"Yes, he just bought antipyretics." Shao Shiyi replied in a straightforward manner, "I also said to send him to the hospital, but he said no."

"Nonsense." Even through the screen, Shao Shiyi could guess that Ning Mianzhong's expression must be frowning.

"I've just got my leave slip approved, and I'll book a ticket in a while. Meng Qishu, please help me read more, thank you."

"How long have you been on leave?" Shao Shiyi felt intuitively that it must be more than just a day or two of leave for Ning Mian to end up in a position that is difficult to ask for leave.

"One week."

really.