Zhou Ran slowly opened her eyes a little, but those eyes were completely incompatible with the burn. Xiang Jiang knew that she had not recovered her consciousness, so he steadily held her body with his arms.

Xiang Jiangming opened his palms to block the light above Zhou Ran's head, hoping that she would feel better.

Click.

The short arm moved, and time went to three o'clock.

Xiang Jiangming put away his knife, held Zhou Ran's neck with his hand, let her lean against his shoulder, and stood up to open the door that was slashed.

Two pale white passages appeared in the corridor.

Xiang Jiangming walked forward, and as he walked, he suddenly knelt on the ground.

Xiang Jiangming pressed his hand on his chest, feeling that something was dying.

He suddenly realized something, put Zhou Ran, who had not yet recovered his consciousness, on the edge of the passage, turned around and ran out of the corridor.

His speed was very fast, and he held the robbery in his hand. The blade flashed with an unprecedented cold light as the master's mood changed, making the dark corridor shine.

There was only Xiang Jiangming's heartbeat in the quiet corridor. He ran to the deputy director's room, held the knife in his hands and pointed it at the door that had trapped the four of them, and slashed it.

Kick open the door and the room is full of blood.

“Alive!”

There is no light in the house.

Xiang Jiangming kicked the bed board, kicked the table, rolled up the curtains with a knife, and the moonlight came in from the window. Xiang Jiangming saw him sitting in front of the table, with his head slightly lowered, and holding a book of Xiang Jiangming's winter vacation homework in his hand.

Xiang Jiangming had no way to control his hands and opened the title tremblingly. The preface page was covered with blood, and some characters were cut out, and at the bottom of the page, there was a row of small characters.

[At 3:10 am, you are dead]

The blade of the robbery trembled violently.

Xiang Jiangming's mouth was full of blood, and the wind blew away the title, with Alive's handwriting on it.

[No need to be sad, you may be the ones who die]

Xiang Jiang knew why Alive had given him the disaster in advance.

Alive had long known that Zhou Ran was Sun.

He is not good at socializing, but he is well aware of Xiang Jiangming. Xiang Jiangming's desire and dependence on Sun is not inferior to him. As the master of the body, Xiang Jiangming can share his body with him, but he will definitely not share Sun with him.

When he escapes from the game, he will definitely try his best to suppress his secondary personality. The outside world has advanced medical methods. If the master's personality cooperates, he can be wiped out directly.

Alive has two desires, one is to let the real Sun leave here, and the other is to stay in the game with the Sun he made.

He can't make a choice.

So he gave the disaster to Xiang Jiangming, and then deliberately indulged the deputy personality and drove them to kill them with amulets, giving both sides the power to make this choice for him.

The game was already over, but the couple accidentally triggered some death condition due to cheating, forming a second death room. Alive used props to lock Zhou Ran and Xiaobai in.

He returned to the assistant director's room and set his death time to three:01.

If Xiaobai succeeds, he will use the extra minute to escape the room. Xiaobai fails, and this minute he will sit here and do nothing...

Xiang Jiangming picked up the title and read the line Alive left him several times.

[No need to be sad, you may be the ones who die]

When Zhou Ran woke up, it was already dark.

Xiang Jiangming sat on the table beside him, using glue to stick Xiaohua's fragments. He stuck it very carefully, and the broken parts were temporarily repaired with draft paper, giving Xiaohua a complete body.

Decimal: "Jiji, Jiji."

Xiang Jiangming comforted it: "It's okay, I'll wake up in a while."

Decimal: "Jiji."

Xiang Jiangming put Xiaohua on the bookshelf and turned around to see Zhou Ran awake.

Xiang Jiangming sat over and asked gently: "Are you hungry? Or order takeout or go out to eat?"

Zhou Ran carefully observed his expression, hesitated and asked, "Where is Alive?"

Xiang Jiangming said indifferently: "Diet. Do you want to go out to eat or order takeout? Or do I make it for you?"

Zhou Ran looked at him, was silent for a moment, and then said, "Okay, you do it."

Xiang Jiangming stood up and went to the kitchen.

Zhou Ran was barefoot behind.

He didn't notice that Zhou Ran was following him. He picked up the kitchen knife and prepared to cut a tomato, but his eyes were a little blurred and his hands were not very stable. He finally aimed at the dish and was about to take the knife. The blade actually rubbed through his skin and crossed a layer of skin.

Xiang Jiangming raised his hand to wash the knife and was about to do it again, but was stopped by his other hand.

Zhou Ran reached out, hugged Xiang Jiangming, and asked him in a low voice: "Do you want to cry?"

Xiang Jiangming: "I don't want to."

Zhou Ran: "You used to be quite crying."

Xiang Jiangming's eyes were already red, his body bent down, his chin was resting on Zhou Ran's shoulder, and his voice was trembling a little: "I haven't."

Zhou Ran: "It's okay, just cry if you want to cry. I lost my memory today, huh?"

Xiang Jiangming was stunned for a moment.

Zhou Ran was seriously injured and immediately fell into a coma after leaving the game. The room was full of heating. Xiang Jiangming helped her take off her coat. At this time, she was only wearing a thin sweatshirt.

She could feel the tears falling on her shoulders, and it was chilling.

Zhou Ran took him back to the room and lay down. Zhou Ran also lay down and reached out to hug him.

Xiang Jiangming's eyes became increasingly unable to see things, and he slid along Zhou Ran's side face to her shoulders. After a while, a low whimper rang.

Zhou Ran: "Why are you so sad?"

Xiang Jiangming: "I don't. He wants to kill us, but he will die if he dies."

Zhou Ran: "He didn't. You know, he gave you the disaster."

The moment Alive gave him the disaster, he had no chance of winning.

With a word from Zhou Ran, Xiang Jiangming finally cried.

When I cried until the end, the sentences were intermittent.

"You said, he died if he died, why should he use that exercise book?"

"He doesn't use so many words in the room, why do he use it?"

"Did he think he could survive again after death? No, only those who fell to the Thirteenth stage can be resurrected."

"I want me to remember him forever, and one day I will wake up from my body? Impossible! He will never appear again in his life!"

Xiang Jiangming cried and reached out to hug Zhou Ran, with a heartache in his tone: "How uncomfortable should you be when Aunt Jiang fell down? You should cry too."

Zhou Ran pursed her lips and gently patted his back: "You can do it for me."

Xiang Jiangming sobbed, cried even harder, and pointed his head seriously: "Okay, I'll do it for you!"

Zhou Ran walked around the back of his head, passed through the middle of his soft hair, and gently sootheed.

After he was almost crying, Zhou Ran began to try to talk.

Zhou Ran: "President Xiang."

Zhou Ran: "Are you asleep?"

Xiang Jiangming whispered, "No, are you hungry?"

Zhou Ran could feel that his emotions were slowly adjusting back, so she continued to talk to him.

Zhou Ran: "Not yet. What are you thinking?"

Xiang Jiangming held his neck with his hand and sighed: "I may have left a shadow."

Zhou Ran walked around his chin, wiped the tears on it, and then gently used some force to lift his chin and let him look directly at him.

With the little light of the neon lights and headlights outside the house, Zhou Ran saw his eyes clearly, and then smiled: "What shadow?"

Although his eyes were a little swollen, his eyes were no longer blurry. He looked at Zhou Ran, then bent his lips and smiled lazyly.

Xiang Jiangming: "In the future, I may not have the courage to face the winter vacation homework."

Zhou Ran: "Oh, I'll write it for you."

Xiang Jiangming: "No, you can't write it. If you write it, I will have nightmares."

Zhou Ran: "What should I do?"

Xiang Jiangming said seriously: "Let's donate it."

Zhou Ran: “…”

Final exams are in mid-January.

The first exam for the first and second grades of high school are the last exam for the third grade.
To be continued...