: Chapter 20

Chen Huihui's hand holding the utility knife kept trembling, she pointed the sharp blade at Xie Chian, and the tip of the knife was still stained with Xie Chian's blood.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I don't want to!" Chen Huihui cried, "But if you don't kill, you will die! I don't want to die! Is it okay to help others if you are so kind? I don't want to die!"
She really had enough. Every minute and a second passed by for her is the approach of death, and the fear of waiting for death has made Chen Huihui a little nervous. But she also knew that she could not beat anyone, only Xie Chian would not be prepared for her, only Xie Chian could be succeeded by her!
Just now Xie Chian threw the javelin, she really thought Xie Chian was going to kill her. She has a guilty conscience! She is the kind of insatiable person Xie Chi'an said-Xie Chi'an is not enough to protect her up to now. She wants Xie Chi'an to protect her all the time. After a few days in peace, the food will be divided into half of her. But she doesn't have that self-confidence, she is such a burden, how long can Xie Chian protect her? I will be bored of her!
Instead of being abandoned sooner or later, it is better to kill Xie Chian directly! At least she doesn't have to worry about being executed!
The javelin pierced a bleeding hole in the boy's forehead, and blood splashed on the spot. Chen Huihui seemed to be blinded by blood, and the only remaining sanity at that moment collapsed, and she could no longer think about anything else. Seeing the young boy's thin back, she was thinking about killing him. Xie Chian has just gone through a bitter battle, and there must not be much energy left at this moment. If you don't do it at this time, when will you wait? !
Chen Huihui took out a knife and slashed hard!
The tip of the knife cut through the skin and carved a long blood mark.
Unfortunately, the strength is not enough, just skin trauma.
She didn't know someone with a small utility knife.
The blood was winding down the back, ticking.
Xie Chian said softly: "Do you want to kill me?"
Why... I saved you, but you want to kill me?
Xie Chian really didn't understand. He rarely asks why, because there are not many things that can make him wonder. But people like things, he always can't guess.
"Yes, I want to kill you!" Xu Shi knew that there was no hope of killing. Chen Huihui broke the jar, and her eyes were full of resentment. "Why did you save me yesterday! You should just let me die. Freed! I don’t have to survive to endure the current suffering! If you let me survive, why don’t you help to the end? Are you not recognized as a good person? You sacrifice yourself to let me survive, OK?"
Chen Huihui didn't know what she was talking about anymore, and her words were extremely selfish. This crazy and distorted face can no longer overlap with the quiet and shy girl in the past.
Under extreme fear, people tend to do things very different from usual, and there is no logic at all.
Xie Chian was silent for a moment and said: "Okay, I will send you relief."
Chen Huihui's eyes widened in disbelief, and immediately after the utility knife in her hand was snatched by the teenager, her backhand cut sharply in her throat.
Before Chen Huihui could even scream, she lay softly on the ground.
Those eyes were still filled with shock and resentment.
Xie Chian lowered his head slightly.
"If you can't help others, I will send the Buddha to the west."
He whispered.
Had it not been for Chen Huihui had given him half of bread on the first day.
...He wouldn't try to protect her so much.
On Monday, Chen Huihui gave him half of bread. Maybe she hadn't realized how important half a loaf of bread is in the current environment, but Xie Chi's accepted this kindness.
He really intends to protect Chen Huihui to the end. As long as she lives, he will protect him for as long, and he can even send her away safely at the end and find the organizer to die together. If she can't die together, he can commit suicide...
His sword can be pointed at the enemy without hesitation, but it will never be pointed at a friend.
But Chen Huihui wanted to kill him.
He doesn't like being stabbed in the back, very much.
Insatiable, vindicated, deceived, frantic. Xie Chian hates it.
Xie Chian held the blood-stained utility knife, and gradually let go of the hanging hand, and the utility knife fell to the ground with a bang.
There was a moment of loss in those nice eyes.
Countless people think this escape game is a nightmare, but Xie Chian has been sober. In this cruel and realistic world, he felt distortion for the first time.
In this game with the theme of killing, he is always protecting all kinds of people, but none of them can be saved.
He wanted to go back and find Zhou Yiyan, but Zhou Yiyan jumped off the building. He didn't take Wei Yao, and Wei Yao died tragically in the art classroom. He didn't kill the vice principal, and then the vice principal killed Teacher Deng and defiled the head teacher. He did not stay with the head teacher after the accident, causing Song Qingyun to commit suicide. He didn't let Liang Yifei follow him to find the vice principal, so Liang Yifei died. He left Tong Yihui to look for Liang Yifei, but Tong Yihui did not survive either. He saved Chen Huihui, but in the end Chen Huihui wanted to kill him and hated him for saving her.
He always seems to be self-defeating.
When Xie Chian did these things, he never felt that his decision was wrong. He thinks that every choice is the most suitable, but the chain reaction of the combination is... terrible.
Perhaps he shouldn't have thought about saving people in a killing environment from the beginning. He even got involved in this inexplicable game and couldn't save himself.
He protects others, who will protect him?
A vague shadow flashed in Xie Chi'an's mind for an instant, too fast to catch it. Then he heard a rapid "Careful!", then instinctively turned sideways to avoid the splashing blood.
There were still dots of liquid on the white shirt, fusing with his blood.
Xie Chian returned to his senses and saw Feng Ming stabbed the boy's heart with a fruit knife, with clean fingers on the handle of the knife. The white knife went in and the red knife came out, a dazzling bright red.
As the boy fell, Feng Ming's slightly confused expression appeared.
The boy just took advantage of Xie Chian's loss of consciousness to attack him, but was killed by Feng Ming who arrived in time.
Feng Ming looked at his hand in a daze, "I...killed him?"
He looked at Xie Chi'an helplessly, his handsome face showed a fragile fragility: "Chi An, I, he wants to attack you, I am, I don't know..." His beautiful eyes floated with sorrow. Her eyes are reddish, and her voice is low.
"...I just want to protect you."
Xie Chian looked at him unblinkingly.
There were shocking bloodstains behind him, and the blood was attached to the flesh, and he seemed to feel no pain.
"Protect me?" He tilted his head and smiled.
Feng Ming nodded nervously, not daring to look at the corpse on the ground. He saw Xie Chian's back and his face changed: "You are injured!"
Xie Chian said something in a low voice.
It is not a problem for Xie Chi'an that there is no injury to the muscles and bones.
"No, it should hurt." Feng Ming looked more worried than Xie Chi'an, "I will accompany you to the school infirmary?"
Xie Chian glanced at Feng Ming and acquiesced.
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There was nothing on the way to the school infirmary. Both Xie Chian and Feng Ming had blood stains on their bodies, each had weapons in their hands, and none of them dared to approach without long eyes.
When approaching the school infirmary, Xie Chian suddenly asked, "Where did your knife come from?"
Feng Ming was taken aback and hesitated: "I brought it from the office." He looked at the knife that had just killed someone with complicated eyes.
Since there are fruits in the teacher's office, it is not unusual to have a fruit knife.
"At first, I just planned to protect myself." Feng Ming explained hurriedly, "You must not have the heart to hurt others, and you must not have the heart to defend yourself. I really never thought about killing..."
"I don't believe it." Xie Chian had already seen the door of the school infirmary and stepped in, "Thank you for what happened just now."
The school doctor's room was in a mess.
The room was obviously overturned, and there were blood stains on the ground that had not dried up. The documents on the desk were in a mess, and many of them were scattered on the ground with black footprints. The chair fell down and there were blood spots on the wall. The whole scene is full of fighting marks.
The expected picture.
Many people have been injured in the school these days, and the school clinic must be a popular spot to visit. With limited resources, countless people fought for this, just for a roll of bandage or a box of pills.
They were lucky and didn't match up with other people in the school infirmary. Of course, if you didn't meet them, it might be the luck of others...
"Chi An, sit and rest for a while. I'll find medicine for you." Feng Ming said enthusiastically.
There is a simple medical bed in the school doctor's room with white sheets, which looks clean and has not been affected by the previous battle.
Xie Chian sat on the bed and watched Feng Ming rushing to find the medicine. He looked down slightly, not knowing what he was thinking.
The conventional medicines in the school infirmary were almost ransacked. What was left were some unlabeled medicine bottles and some western medicines with complicated names but no instructions for use. Because they don't know the specific utility, few people take it.
Feng Ming searched the cabinet for a long time and found nothing. He squatted down with exhaustion, but found a bottle of red potion in the crack of the cabinet.
Feng Ming was overjoyed and stretched his arms hard to reach. In the meantime, he accidentally hit the cabinet door with his forehead, making a dull sound.
"Hiss" Feng Ming cried out in pain, subconsciously covering his forehead, tears in his eyes hurt.
"Are you okay?" Xie Chian said in time.
Feng Ming turned his head and smiled: "It's okay. Look, I got it!" He took out the red potion in the crack of the cabinet, his face was uncontrollable joy.
It was so painful that tears were about to come out, but he still held the red potion and smiled at him like asking for credit.
Xie Chian had a meal: "Do you want to deal with the injury on your forehead first?"
Feng Ming's forehead was a bit red and swollen, not serious, but he was born white and it was very conspicuous when he looked at it.
"No, how can I waste medicine with this injury?" Feng Ming shook his head, "Chi An, the injury on my back is not easy for one person to deal with, I will help you with medicine. Then, can you...get down first ."
Xie Chian watched him for two seconds and leaned over on the bed.
Feng Ming lifted Xie Chi'an's shirt gently.
The young man's back skin was white but strong and thin, and the texture was smooth and beautiful. The long bloodstain in the middle almost added a cruel beauty. It was not a flaw, but Venus with a broken arm.
He lay on the bed lazily, showing a relaxed posture. But only by touching his back can you know that the boy's body has been slightly tight, which means that he has not completely relaxed his guard. As long as there is a slight change in the person behind him, he will quickly counterattack at any time.
Feng Ming stared at this perfect carcass with extremely admiring eyes, with an imperceptible zeal. This is simply the best artwork he has ever seen. No need to polish, it's natural.
Feng Ming's hand holding the fruit knife trembled, as if excited.
But he quickly covered it up. It is not the time to start, Xie Chian has not fully trusted him yet. Only when Xie Chian completely put down all precautions on him, and treated him as the only remaining partner who lives and died together, he would give a fatal blow again-that would be good.
Feng Ming moved the cotton swab gently to moisten the red potion, and carefully applied it to Xie Chian's wound. The blood in the wound has coagulated, the scratches are swollen, and the flesh is surging. It feels unbearable pain when you look at it. It is hard to imagine how Xie Chian could hold back silent on the way just now.
The color of the red potion was bright red, blended with the blood stains on Xie Chian's body, blooming on the white back. Like a red plum blossoming out of the snow, a few petals fell, showing the indomitable and indomitable character.
Feng Ming's eyes darkened.
It would be great to break such a beautiful flower with your own hands...