I am in the horror game, scrambling to steal the male lead's halo

Chapter 673: It’s Really Clumsy

"This kind of revenge is really too clumsy."

Shen Liao raised his hand to wipe away his tears, then turned his head to look to the other side, the pain on his face almost impossible to conceal.

Zhou Jie has always been that kind of person, he has never changed and will never change.

Her face darkened as she looked at the waves of people coming up the stairs.

"You know what? I once wanted to forgive Zhou Jie."

At that time, she felt that Zhou Jie should be in the same pain of losing his brother.

The god killed his only believer, even though he himself didn't know it.

But why did Zhou Jie take the painting away?

That was Shen Liao’s last kindness.

So, from that time on, she told herself that no matter what happened in the future, she didn't want Zhou Jie to have an easy time.

At worst, the two of them could just torture each other.

Torture each other to death.

"This town seems to be covered by a layer of fog. This fog cannot be dispersed and no one can leave."

After Shen Liao finished speaking, he turned and walked into the exhibition hall.

Gu Chaoxi immediately followed behind him. Although she didn't know what Shen Liao was going to do, it was rare for this person to say so much. She thought it wouldn't hurt to listen for a while longer.

So, when the man who had been standing in front of the painting and thinking for a long time suddenly took out a knife, Gu Chaoxi didn't react at all.

"I'm sorry, I really can't take it anymore."

She raised her hand and stabbed the tip of the knife fiercely downwards.

"No!" Gu Chaoxi shouted, trying to snatch the knife from Shen Liao's hand.

The knife sank into the flesh before they pushed each other.

【Dear players】

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[Remaining: 3]

"Clang."

Pei Yan stood up suddenly, and the coffee cup on the table was knocked over and fell to the ground.

The splattered coffee splashed onto my trouser legs, and porcelain pieces flew everywhere, almost cutting my ankle.

Zhang Qingya also came back to her senses from her daze, but her face looked even paler than before.

She stood up trembling, squatted down and tried to pick up the debris on the ground.

Zhou Jie moved faster than her, and was already coming over here when the cup fell to the ground.

Before Zhang Qingya's hand touched the object on the ground, Zhou Jie's hand had already grabbed her wrist, and his voice was a little hurried: "Don't move, I'll do it."

She was stunned, slowly retracted her hand, then looked up at Pei Yan.

Zhou Jie's hands were icy cold, without any warmth of a living person.

But that's not the point.

She looked at Pei Yan, speechless for a moment.

After a long while, he finally spoke with a hoarse voice, but he was choking with sobs: "Pei Yan!"

The man who had been standing still finally moved. His face was gloomy. He lowered his eyes to look at the person squatting on the ground and slowly stretched out a hand towards her.

Zhang Qingya grabbed his sleeve and stood up from the ground tremblingly.

There were only two of them in the cafe, Qi Chuzhao was in the room, and Gu Chaoxi went to the art museum.

For a moment, they couldn't tell who the dead person was.

But no matter who it is, it seems like they are just rubbing salt into the hearts of the survivors.

Pei Yan helped her sit down, and finally heaved a long sigh: "You sit down first, I'll go take a look."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards the entrance of the coffee shop with a somewhat shaky step.

The direction we were heading was towards the hotel.

He still had expectations in his heart.

But no matter who died, what can we be thankful for?

Pei Yan didn't know what kind of mood he was in when he opened Qi Chuzhao's door, until he saw a person lying on the bed with a pale face.

He was trembling, holding the door handle with one hand and grasping his palm with the other.

"Qi Chuzhao."

"Qi Chuzhao!"

The person on the bed could not respond, it was just a cold corpse.

He walked over, raised his hand and touched Qi Chuzhao's forehead, but it was no longer warm.

Tears fell first, and then he slowly knelt down in front of the bed.

Of course he also thought of what Gu Chaoxi could think of at that time.

Although I knew things would develop to this point, now it has collapsed like this. What should I do to avoid all this?

What should we do to truly escape from the other world?

It seems there is no way.

They tried every possible means but couldn't even reach the door to the other world.

Pei Yan recalled the first time he entered the plane. At that time, his senior companions took him with them and told him not to let the death of any teammate affect his judgment.

Because in this game, you can't lose your room for thinking because of compassion.

The other world will not give you time to be sad, the development of the story will only keep pushing you forward.

If one day you find that the other world is interfering with your steps, then you must understand that your existence has completely attracted attention.

Or maybe, from the very beginning, you have been the target of the other world.

Later, the senior died in front of Pei Yan, helping him block the most fatal blow.

That was the first time someone died in Pei Yan's arms.

The disappearance of life inch by inch painted his entire body into another color.

However, learning about death is really difficult.

Pei Yan didn't know how to describe his feelings at that time. It was like, you were already in prison, but you didn't know when the signal to execute your head would be given.

When leaving Qi Chuzhao's room, Pei Yan helped him cover himself with the quilt.

I hope that in the next world, Qi Chuzhao won’t have to go through what he’s going through now and can live a perfect life.

Shen Yao once showed Pei Yan Qi Chuzhao's information. He was not a happy child. It was not easy for him to grow up, and in the end he became a tool of the other world.

Even in the end, I chose to help them.

Perhaps, this short friendship touched a part of his heart, making him feel that living in a muddle-headed way like this was not a good thing.

When he went downstairs again, Pei Yan's face was expressionless.

Zhang Qingya sat leaning against the window. Until now, there had been no sign of Gu Chaoxi in the art museum.

But the moment she saw Pei Yan, she already knew the answer.

Qi Chuzhao died.

Although she didn't know what he encountered, Zhang Qingya knew in her heart that perhaps she could not leave this dimension.

So when Pei Yan came over and wanted to say something to her, she spoke before Pei Yan.

"Pei Yan, if I can't get out, can you do me a favor?"

I knew it was his last words, and I wanted to comfort him.

But after a moment of silence, the only answer was: "Okay."

"Tell my mother that I love her very much and that if there is a chance, I would like to invite her to the graduation ceremony."

That is the regret in Zhang Qingya's heart, and perhaps, it will become her swan song.

In this game of life and death, the plane did not give her a chance to win from the very beginning.

She hoped that after she died, Shen Nianbai would not laugh at her stupidity.