Please draw your way of death

Chapter 35 You Can't Run Away

"I won't stay longer. If you don't want to, I'll leave when you can be discharged from the hospital." Ning Mian finally said, insisting, "But you are in the hospital for a few days, I must be here."

"En." Meng Qishu replied, as if he didn't care, he glanced at the hanging bottle that was about to end, and reminded, "Pull out the needle, go to sleep."

Ning Mian finally couldn't tell what was going on in her heart, so enduring the depression in her heart, she took Meng Qishu's left hand and pulled out the needle.

Meng Qishu's hands are actually very beautiful, slender and fair, without any excess fat, as if there are only bones left in his hands, just like his temper, it is disgusting.

Ning Mian finally wrapped the needle on the shelf with one hand to make sure it would not fall off.He withdrew his gaze and was about to put Meng Qishu's hand back to its original position when he was grabbed by the other party.

Confused, I looked up at his face, and found that guy was smiling slightly, and said: "Isn't there seven days off? The hospital will take so many days, don't go back to Jincheng, play with me in Lin'an."

When he woke up the next day, Meng Qishu didn't see Ning Mianzhong in the room.

He didn't panic, sat up and leaned against the head of the bed, tapped on the edge of the bed with his knuckles, and before he tapped a few times, a familiar figure came in at the door.

Ning Mian finally saw him sitting on the head of the bed, put the freshly boiled hot water on the table, wiped his hands with two paper towels, and came over to tuck him in: "Are you hungry?"

"It's okay." Meng Qishu looked at his movements, his heart softened inexplicably, and the corners of his lips rose a little.

"Hold on a little longer, I'll take you through the examination at eight o'clock, and I'll buy you anything you want to eat." Ning Mian finally soaked the towel in hot water, took his hand and wiped it.

Meng Qishu let him move, took advantage of the gap between his right hand and left hand, hooked his cuff with his right index finger, tilted his head and smiled: "Ning Mianzhong, I haven't agreed to this relationship yet, have you figured it out? "

Ning Mian didn't stop moving, looking up at him with helplessness in her eyes.

He folded the towel, pinched Meng Qishu's chin, and slapped it on without warning, but with gentleness in his movements: "I still need to think clearly about chasing people?"

Although Meng Qishu made it clear last night that it will take some time to think about it, if he didn't directly refuse, does it mean that this person is not as resistant as he showed on the surface?

[Ning Mianzhong, do you know that, objectively speaking, I should reject you. 】

[But subjectively... it seems that I don't think so. 】

"Ning Mianzhong, I can do it myself!" Meng Qishu shrank his neck, trying to pull the towel from Ning Mianzhong's hand, but he let go of it one step earlier and straightened up.

"No, it's finished." Ning Mian finally put away the towel, with a little smile hidden in her eyes.

He seems quite energetic now. He didn't know how scary the ghostly look yesterday was.

"Get up and go for a checkup."

"Huh? Ning Mian always has your attitude of chasing people?"

"Shall I hold you down?"

"No need! I can walk and run, Ning Mian, please don't touch me!"

Meng Qishu...

Ning Mian finally tightened the hand that was resting on her palm a little bit, lowered her eyes and rubbed her chin on the hair on top of Meng Qishu's head twice, her pursed lips slowly curled up.

you can't escape...

In the end, Meng Qishu only stayed in the hospital for three days before being discharged. On the day of discharge, it happened that Ning Mian finally received a call from a colleague, asking him how his cultivation was going.

"It's okay, I just got out of the hospital." Ning Mian didn't say anything at all, just playing riddles with her colleagues vaguely.

It was true that he had just been discharged from the hospital, but it wasn't him.

"Ning Fayi, you have to take good care of your health! In the past two years, your dizziness has become more and more serious. In addition, you just had a car accident a while ago, so you should stay at home for two more days. Work matters Don't worry, everything is fine."

"Okay, the main purpose of asking for leave this time is to have a good rest and recuperate. I'm not at work, so I've worked hard for you these two days."

When Ning Mian finally hung up the phone, Meng Qishu just stopped a taxi, raised his head to give him a glance from a distance, and got in first.

"Why, are you urging you to go back to work?" Seeing Ning Mian finally sat down next to him, Meng Qishu raised his eyebrows and asked with a smile.

He could only vaguely recognize that the call just now was from a colleague of Ning Mianzhong. As for the subsequent content, he was not that interested in eavesdropping.

After all, it is a private matter of others.

"No, just a condolence." Ning Mian finally closed the car door, answered Meng Qishu's question, and then said to the driver in front, "Go to the pedestrian street, thank you."

"What's wrong with dizziness, didn't you have an examination?" As the only thing Meng Qishu heard, he was obviously very interested in this.

"Dizziness is not a problem." Ning Mian finally turned her head, approached Meng Qishu's ear, and said in a low voice, "It's just a cover, the real body in the dungeon will be unconscious, so I can only find an excuse to fool me."

At first, Meng Qishu wondered why Ning Mianzhong suddenly came so close. He looked up and saw the driver in front of him. He suddenly understood something, so he imitated Ning Mianzhong and whispered to him: Isn't the dungeon to trigger the opportunity of death, why is yours in a coma instead of going to the hospital?"

"Depending on the situation, if you are forced to enter the dungeon due to the trigger of death, you will be injured; but if you enter the dungeon voluntarily, the main body will not be harmed, but will be unconscious for a while." Ning Mian finally said.

"Can you enter the dungeon voluntarily?" Meng Qishu was startled.

If this is voluntary, why does he have to get injured every time before being pulled into the dungeon?

"Yes, communicate well with your card, and you can enter at any time." Ning Mian finally said, "But there is uncertainty."

"How to say?"

"Because the trigger probability of the card death method gradually increases with time, in other words, the player does not know when the death opportunity will be triggered, and can only get a probability, and the probability itself is uncertain." Ning Mian Finally explained, "So when you choose to enter the dungeon, you don't even know that you can actually live in reality for a few more days. If you trigger the dungeon the next day, it is undoubtedly a profit to enter one day earlier; but if you There are still a few weeks or even a few months of safety period, if you choose to enter the copy without your knowledge, that is a pure waste."

In fact, the probability of this thing is very uncertain.The essence of choosing when to voluntarily enter the dungeon is to bet on the uncertain safety period in the future and the probability of clearing the dungeon after completion.

But for weaker players, entering the dungeon may not guarantee 100% survival. Sometimes death in the dungeon is even more terrifying than death in reality.After all, if you die in reality, there is still a dungeon as a buffer; but if you die in a dungeon, there is no chance at all.

So there are still some people, even if they know that entering in advance can avoid the pain of the body, they still choose to wait for the opportunity of death without hesitation.

After all, an extra day is a day.

"It seems that you are very accurate about the probability every time?" Meng Qishu said.

"I can't guess right every time, like the last car accident, it was unexpected." Ning Mian finally recalled, "The probability of triggering is mostly after 70.00%, and the possibility of triggering in the early stage is very small. , so I had a [-]% trigger probability at the time, and I was not in a hurry to enter the instance."

Meng Qishu recalled the probability of triggering his death opportunity, one was 40.00%, and the other was 20.00%.

Is this... Discriminating against him as a returnee?

"The end of Ning Mian," Meng Qishu said expressionlessly, his expression a bit indescribable, "Tell me, did I pull out the oxygen tube of the system in my previous life?"

Otherwise, why just find him alone?

Ning Mian finally thought about how often he would trigger the dungeon, and chuckled.

It's really...uncommonly high.

Meng Qishu looked up, glanced at him dissatisfied, and rolled his eyes at him intentionally.

"Maybe the trigger rate will be normal later on." Ning Mian finally comforted him with a suppressed smile.

hope so.

Meng Qishu stopped looking at him and looked out the window with his head propped on one hand.

The taxi was driving forward along the wide road, and an extremely wide water surface moved towards it.

"It's the river." Ning Mian finally went to the window on his side, watching the calm and vast river with him.

"Yeah." Meng Qishu half raised his eyes, wondering what he was thinking, and after a while he heard him mutter, "This bridge is built quite high."

"Are you afraid of heights?" Naturally, Meng Qishu couldn't be afraid of heights, but Ning Mian finally wanted to ask him such a question.

Then waited to see him squint his eyes, glance back at himself in disgust, and snorted "how could it be" in disdain.

But Meng Qishu didn't do that, he just kept silent, looking at Jiang's face distracted.

When the taxi drove to the middle of the bridge, he didn't look back, but suddenly asked Ning Mian the last sentence: "Tell me, how many meters is this bridge?"

Ning Mian didn't pay attention to how many meters the bridge was, but it was indeed very high.

Not to mention... it must be over a hundred.

"What do you think?" He lowered his eyes to look at Meng Qishu and asked him.

"How many meters..." Meng Qishu lowered his head and chuckled, turned his body slightly, his smiling eyes met Ning Mianzhong's eyes from bottom to top, with an incomprehensible color, captivating, and the words he spit out The words are light and floating.

"...three breaths, eight heartbeats."

Ning Mian didn't understand at first, but after thinking about it for a while, even his fingers were numb. He looked at him with unbelievable eyes as if he was asking for proof, and asked.

Three breaths...eight heartbeats...does it mean time?

Falling off the bridge, the time to fall to the bottom...

"I didn't do it voluntarily." Meng Qishu leaned closer to his ear, with a smile still in his voice, but there was no hint of joy in it, "I was forced by others, and I had nowhere to go..."

"Stop talking." Ning Mian finally pulled Meng Qishu into his arms, tightening his grip tightly, his heart throbbing with pain.

"..." Meng Qishu opened his mouth, rested his chin on his shoulder, and exhaled slowly.

He didn't know why he had to talk to Ning Mian about this, but he held back for a long time, and finally found someone to talk to.

"Ning Mian end," Meng Qishu closed his eyes, and smiled self-deprecatingly, "Actually, I'm from Lin'an..."

A person from Lin'an who hasn't been back to Lin'an for 18 years.

A person from Lin'an who returned to Lin'an on impulse.