King Crazy Game

Chapter 132 True Death Game (33)

Until Lin Zicheng was sent to the ambulance, Shen Qingning still had a blank look in his eyes, his body was shaking, and he was completely filled with extreme tension and fear.

The only thing in my mind was Lin Zicheng's last smile and the shirt covered in blood...

Li Yize saw that he was not in good condition and stayed with him closely.

Lin Zicheng has already entered the emergency room, and Shen Qingning cannot follow him in.

Shen Qingning sat on a chair at the door of the ward, with her head buried between her knees, her shoulders trembling slightly. In the silent ward corridor, the sound of low crying could be vaguely heard.

This was the first time that Li Yize saw Shen Qingning, who was as powerful as Lin Zicheng, showing his vulnerability in front of outsiders. He was like a wounded and stubborn child, hugging his knees, trying hard to restrain himself from sending out weak signals, but he couldn't calm down.

He stood beside Shen Qingning in a daze until the nurse came over pushing a bunch of things and shouted at him to make way.

He woke up...

"Tick, tick, tick..."

The sound of the clock lingered in Lin Zicheng's ears, and his heart beat along with the clock's hands.

The pointer turned several times and beat slower and slower. Lin Zicheng's heartbeat also slowed down. His consciousness gradually sank and an airtight wall of steel erected around his body.

He squatted in the corner, hugging his body with his hands.

It's nice here, no one comes in to disturb me, and no one gets hurt.

There is no need to play any role, nor to see through other people's thoughts, nor to plan carefully step by step.

He is alone...

very good……

Can……

Why does he feel lonely?

"I will always be by your side at all times."

Whose voice?

Lin Zicheng raised his head and looked around the dark space, trying to find the owner of the voice in an unclear but anxious manner.

"People only feel fear when they are closest to death." A magnetic voice sounded beside Lin Zicheng's ears, and a white hand touched his head, "Only when people are alive can they have a chance to turn things around. If they die, there will be nothing."

Lin Zicheng seemed to have become himself that summer and returned to the island. Without thinking, he quickened his pace and ran away.

A huge black shadow of a man suddenly blocked his way, holding his wrist tightly with both hands, and said with a condescending smile: "No matter where you run to, I will catch you, you can't escape."

Bright blood flowed from the man's palm to his wrist. The nauseating smell of blood stimulated his senses, and in the strong smell of blood there was a faint scent of tea.

“Xia Detang, what I taught you is all low-level and bad taste. How can my work be so dirty and filthy?” The man’s fingers slowly moved across his face, finally stopping at the corner of his eye. “Your eyes are very similar to mine. You will definitely like what I like.”

"Training people's bodies is just satisfying sensory stimulation. What's really interesting is the human spirit." The man whispered in his ear, "Learn to understand everyone's subtle expressions, and then control their hearts. Use their desires and kill them. This is the fun of the game."

Lin Zicheng wanted to cover his ears and stopped listening, but his limbs were firmly fixed by a powerful force.

The man suddenly bit his earlobe. It didn't hurt, but it was very scary.

"You'll be scared the first time, and you'll be scared the second time too. But the third time you'll find the fun in it." The man pointed at Xia Detang who was drinking coffee, "He wants you to kill all the animals in the room. Do you think this is his desire? Look carefully, what exactly does he want?"

Lin Zicheng shook his head desperately and said, I don’t know.

He doesn't want to know!

"You know, he wants you to be his obedient tool." The man half-knelt down, gently hugged Lin Zicheng, and smiled in his ear, saying, "Use his desire to kill him."

"Using yourself as bait is also a skill. The premise is to ensure that you survive. Let me teach you how to keep yourself alive. A knife stuck in the chest does not necessarily mean death. The distance between the tip of the knife and the heart is a concealed method."

Lin Zicheng stood beside his mother's body, holding a knife in his hand. He remembered everything the man had taught him, but the only experimental prop was himself.

"You'll be scared the first time, and you'll be scared the second time too..."

"I won't be scared once!"

Lin Zicheng stabbed himself in the chest...

"You are smarter than I expected. You were able to grasp it accurately the first time..."

The man sat on the bed and rubbed his earlobe gently with his fingers. The faint scent of tea calmed him down. "Testing my desires? You are crazier than I thought."

The man leaned over and whispered in his ear: "A marionette without a soul is neither fun nor beautiful. What I want is for you to be the next me. You have already guessed it, but you have always rejected it, so you have always done useless work."

"It's okay. I will watch you grow up and become like me."

The man burst into laughter. Lin Zicheng tried to reach out and grab him, but he couldn't catch anything.

"You are not God, you just need to be yourself, and I will love you for the rest."

Lin Zicheng finally saw the owner of the voice, a pair of beautiful phoenix eyes...

The light in the emergency room remained on. After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingning finally raised his head. His eyes were red. He leaned back in his chair, his thin lips slightly parted, and he gasped.

Li Yize was not good at comforting people, so he could only sit next to him, holding his wrist, and said very seriously: "Lin Zicheng will be fine. When he went to find you, he let me in with precision to the second. He had already calculated everything. How could he not have expected that He An had a knife in his hand? He must have been sure of his survival to do this!"

Shen Qingning didn't say anything, his hands tightly grasping his pants. When he was drunk that day, he pointed at Lin Zicheng's chest and said that he wanted to see if he had the same chest as him.

Knowing that Lin Zicheng is not good at expressing his true feelings, why do you force him to do it?

I have always said that I love him, and I love him without asking for anything in return.

But why do I always force him to respond?

"Police Officer Li," Shen Qingning said hoarsely but seriously, "If anything happens to Zicheng, I hope you can bury us together. I will be by his side at all times, including death."

Li Yize was stunned and it took him a long time to react to Shen Qingning's words.

He looked at Shen Qingning in great shock, only to find that Shen Qingning was no longer in panic and fear, as if he had let go of everything and was calmly and happily facing death.

"Shen Qingning..." Li Yize's voice was choked with sobs, his eyes were sore, and he licked his lips several times before saying, "You will all be fine. We still have a lot of things to do. How can we stop here?"

At this time, the door of the emergency room was finally opened. Shen Qingning threw herself on one of the doctors without caring about her weak legs and asked anxiously, "How is he?"

The doctor quickly helped him to stay steady and breathed a sigh of relief: "He had a strong will to survive and he defeated death..."

Shen Qingning didn't know whether to laugh or cry, repeating over and over again: "That's great, that's great, he's still alive, still alive..."

After Lin Zicheng was transferred to the intensive care unit, Shen Qingning had been guarding the door without moving an inch, as if he was tireless.

After Li Yize's several futile attempts to persuade him, he could only let him stand there, guarding the people inside like a guardian angel.

A nurse on night shift passed by and saw a good-looking person standing at the door. She had seen many such scenes, including family love, love and friendship. But it was the first time she saw such a good-looking person showing such an affectionate expression, which still made her curious. What was the relationship between the person inside and him?

She walked over and asked quietly, "Who is the person inside to you?"

Shen Qingning chuckled: "He is the person I love most in my life, my husband."

Nurse:"……"

Li Yize, who was originally sleepy, suddenly lost all sleepiness after hearing his answer. He almost bit his tongue when he stood up from the chair.

The nurse was probably well-informed and didn't seem too surprised. She said "Oh" and ran to the duty room in small steps.

Not long after, exclamations and sighs were heard from the duty room...

Li Yize's two red eyes were like searchlights, shining brightly on Shen Qingning, as if he wanted to see clearly whether what Shen Qingning had just said was true or false.

Li Yize was not unfamiliar with the GAY niche group, but he did not expect Shen Qingning to call Lin Zicheng her husband?

Shen Qingning stared at the crack in the door and said in a broken voice, "Zicheng, Zhou Mushen, Qiu Zeyu and I grew up together. When Zicheng was young, he took advantage of his intelligence and bullied us whenever he had the chance. He often cheated us out of our pocket money and acted as if it was natural. At that time, I thought, one day, I will cheat him once too."