Chapter 13: Team Honor

"What is hidden in your heart? Fear, desire, child, or fanatic?"
When Li Gui, who turned into a child, stared at Su Zimo and asked the question, the sound of the "Music of the Dead" in the music classroom became more chaotic than before. The continuous mispronunciation sounded like a hammer with spikes. Beating on Su Zimo's chest.
At the moment, Su Zimo's inner heart also appeared a lot of things, want to blurt out in an instant.
What he wants is simple. He wants to live like other practitioners. He not only wants 362 days of his life, but also wants to live longer and more exciting, so he must have more products. This kind of appeal is no different from the other practitioners present, but it is derived from human instincts. I am afraid that there is no help for Su Zimo and Peng Peng in this moment.
In addition, Su Zimo also wants to go back to the Su family, to see the grandfather, to see the Su family, to find the real reason why he suddenly became a fool in a car accident...
But strangely, Su Zimo found that he seemed to be able to suppress this true desire to talk. Whenever he began to be tranced by the sound of the piano, the strange black umbrella held by his right hand would come. An icy feeling makes people instantly wake up like eating a piece of ice, or even wake up with a sore brain.
Su Zimo glanced at the black umbrella with the silver handle in his hand. The sheet music he had been holding in his left hand was held in his arms, and he bent down and extended his hand to Peng Peng, who had a somewhat blank expression, and unexpectedly. The invitation says-
"Come with me?"
"Huh?" Peng Peng couldn't help widening his eyes at this moment, and the color of his pupils even faded at that moment.
"Children" may not have thought about it at all. Someone can control the initiative in turn in the sound of the piano, and even asked him questions or invitations...
"This score is not dead." Su Zimo looked down at the score in his arms before looking at Peng Peng again. "It contains too much content, so much I can't take away other things. The same, just take it away, so I want to take its creators away."
"Who are you? There is no one on this floor. Where did you come from?" The innocence and smile on Peng Peng's face faded a little, and the color of the eye pupils became paler and almost changed. It became gray.
"Who are you? Is this really what you really look like?" Su Zimo didn't answer Peng Peng's words, but instead asked.
"..."
"The creator of this sheet music yearns for true freedom, so his wish is definitely not to stay here." Peng Peng's non-response was expected by Su Zimo, so he smiled and sent out the invitation again, "Follow me Right?"
Although the development of the matter is not the same as Su Zimo's expectations, the matter of "abduction" of goods is still within Su Zimo's ability to bear. "Music of the Dead" is still not for sale, but the ability to solicit guests has made Su Zimo feel a little tickled from the beginning.
After all, Su Zimo's purpose is not just to put the goods on the shelf, but also to quickly sell the goods in the store.
"There is no way to go." Peng Peng looked serious, "There is nothing to leave from here."
"I want to try it!" Su Zimo looked at Peng Peng seriously, without any falsehood. In his view, Peng Peng and "Music of the Dead" are inseparable. Since he can obtain information about the commodity from the music score, he may bring Peng Peng into the door.
This is also another attempt at ability.
Looking at Su Zimo's expression, Peng Peng didn't even know how to answer for a while.
"boom!"
Peng Peng didn't have time to respond to Su Zimo, he heard a loud noise, turned around and saw Cheng Jingmeng hit the invisible "air wall", and looked at him with blood on his head.
"Use each other? Will I be used by you?" Gao Yang sneered behind Cheng Jingmeng, "You may not know something."
"This kind of team medal is not a one-off from the beginning." Gao Yang squatted down, and while shaking the head of the quiet process, while gently brushing the cheek of the quiet process with a knife, said with a smile, "Just tie If a certain player is dead, you can bind the next one."
Cheng Jingmeng's body trembled in an instant.
"What's even better..." Gao Yang laughed smugly. "After the team member's death, all the points, enhancements, and even items she gained in the nightmare world belong to the captain! Otherwise, how can I say that this thing is very very... ...Very precious?"
"...You have vowed not to kill your teammates!" Cheng Jingmeng's voice almost broke with anxiety.
"Who said I killed?" Gao Yang sneered and waved the one-star nightmare-style short knife in his hand. "I just sold her soul, but it's a pity that it wasn't worth much. It was nothing. A short knife that is useless."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Cheng Jingmeng had already backed away at this moment, and could only squat there holding his head and screaming desperately.
"Why? This can't stand it? Don't forget that you will be my teammate until you die. We will enter the same nightmare world together and share the nightmare points you get until you die in the nightmare world, or me Meet the weapon dealer of that nightmare world again." Gao Yang held Cheng Jingmeng's jaw. "I'm curious if your soul will be more valuable."
Su Zimo heard about the "Team Medal" for the first time today. At first, he only thought that it was similar to the team function in those online games. He could witness the performance between Gao Yang and Cheng Jingmeng. After the true relationship, Su Zimo felt only shudder.
"Which is to find a teammate, it's basically raising...animals." Su Zimo's good education allowed him to replace a more elegant word in the moment.
"They are all the same." Peng Peng couldn't see any emotion in his gray eyes. "I was stupid and stupid. When I saw the children, I was relaxed and wary. When I heard the sound of the piano, I couldn't help it anymore. Mouth, not only to ask what to answer, sometimes it will be verbose and whispering without asking, and many things are difficult to understand."
Although Peng Peng didn't say clearly, Su Zimo felt that Peng Peng seemed to know a lot of things from the practitioners...or intelligence.
It is precisely this information that made Peng Peng, who was originally in the trainer's team, not cause anyone to doubt, but instead regarded them as a part of the trainer.
"You killed me!"
The original music classroom was not only messy, but also crazy. Cheng Jingmeng, who was pushed down to the ground again, stretched out his hand to Su Zimo again and shouted hysterically: "You killed me!"
He was still begging Su Zimo to take other people's lives and let her go. At this moment, Cheng Jingmeng was begging Su Zimo to take her life away, as if the people behind her were "little ghosts". It's more terrible.
At this moment, her voice was still soft and gentle at the beginning, and the rest was just the desire for relief.
"You know it doesn't work." Su Zimo shook his head weakly and said with a sigh, "Even if the customs clearance fails, for you people, it should only be something that has nothing to do with your life."
Su Zimo's memory is not bad, so remember the messages that Cheng Jingmeng had talked to before, knowing that the nightmare points on them should be more than enough to offset the death penalty of this nightmare world customs clearance failure.
Even if he got his wish here, the next time he enters the nightmare world, Cheng Jingmeng will still meet Gao Yang again because of the power of the team medal. By that time, Cheng Jingmeng may not even be able to find someone to call for help.
Cheng Jingmeng also knew that Su Zimo was right, so after shaking his shoulders for a while, he gradually calmed down. He didn't know whether it really became calm or he had begun to give up slowly.
"Next time, don't believe any more experienced people." Su Zimo actually felt a little strange, because Cheng Jingmeng had been in the nightmare world longer than him, but he didn't even understand the most basic truth.
It's really like a little animal being taken care of.
"Woo--" A low cry cried.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" Contrary to Cheng Jingmeng, Gao Yang standing behind laughed smugly, seeming to be mocking Cheng Jingmeng's future road that had been completely tied up.
Although Su Zimo wanted to take away the score, he couldn't help frowning when he heard Gao Yang's laughter, and there was a little dislike in his expression.
"You don't like him." Peng Peng blinked his light gray eyes and said with certainty.
Then, without waiting for Su Zimo to say anything, Peng Peng had already hooked his little finger, and Gao Yang disappeared from the music classroom!
Where did Gao Yang go?
Su Zimo looked backwards through Peng Peng's sight, and then he was surprised to find... Gao Yang was actually in a bed by a pile of injection tubes!
When Peng Peng reappeared as a child, the "person" in the bed behind him had disappeared. Now seeing Gao Yang being restrained in the hospital bed, Su Zimo suddenly had a strange feeling that Li Gui's position was replaced by Gao Yang.
Gao Yang wanted to use his strengthened strength to struggle to open the fragile and thin injection tubes, but he couldn't get rid of it. Even more terrifying is that the seemingly ordinary breathing mask is firmly locked in Gao Yang's face, which not only makes him blush, but also no longer makes any sound.
Finally fainted.
"If one day I can really leave, someone has to stay here." Peng Peng said to himself, so light that he didn't want Su Zimo to hear it.
"..." Looking at Gao Yang who was left in the hospital bed, Su Zimo didn't stop him.
He just bent over again and reached out to Peng Peng, saying, "I want to try to take you out of here."
Looking at Su Zimo's slender and plain white left hand, Peng Peng hesitated for a while, and finally stretched out his tender and tender hand, holding Su Zimo's finger. Peng Peng's eyes and expressions were still uncertain, as if he could not believe Su Zimo's words so far, and he could not believe that he could leave here.
"Brother, you are really strange, suddenly appear here, and suddenly say the impossible things... In fact, if you want to get something, you can say it directly, after all, I should give everything you want. No." Peng Peng murmured, because Su Zimo was not affected by the sound of the piano, so he made no mistake.
"Actually... I do have something I want." Su Zimo, who bent down, took Peng Peng's hand and stood upright. His beautiful obsidian eyes behind the thin-rimmed frame were slightly bent with a smile, and the eye feathers were dropped. Fan Ying, it's not pretty.