The machine rang to the ground, and the people who had been a little tired all night sat up straight.

"All players: waive votes," the machine said coldly, "no one has died today."

Du Wei let out a long sigh of relief. He laughed dryly and said: "I'm afraid it will judge us to play negatively, and then it will be troublesome to obliterate all of us by force."

Chen Hui is not pleasing to his eyes now, and she choked when she heard the words: "The people who set up the game are just to watch us kill each other. The game is a heartbeat, it is a humanity experiment. He kills you in one breath. He might as well just buy the murderer. kill."

Du Wei's face was a little ugly: "Do you know it again?"

The young couple quarreled and others were not easy to interrupt. Ding Zihui was embarrassed and simply got up and walked to the second floor. Most of her clothes were wet, and it was estimated that she hadn't returned all night, so she went back in a hurry to make up for sleep.

Du Wei watched her walk away in a sullen manner, so he had to stand up, walk behind Chen Hui, and wrap his girlfriend's shoulders around his chest. He changed his face and coaxed softly: "Okay, stop getting angry, it's all my fault."

Fang Daichuan had no good feelings towards these two people, nor was he in the mood to listen to them play the game. He was also very sleepy and just wanted to go to sleep, but when he thought of Niu Xinyan and her mother, he was a little worried.

Yang Song seemed to have something to say to Li Sinian. He walked over and talked and couldn't help but glance at Fang Daichuan.

What the **** can't understand? Fang Daichuan glared at Li Sinian and spread his right hand upward.

"Huh?" Li Sinian tilted his head and said that he could not understand.

Fang Daichuan rolled his eyes to the sky, gritted his teeth and said, "Give me the door card of your house. I'll go to bed first. You guys talk slowly."

Li Sinian didn't ask him why he had to go to his room to sleep. He obediently took out the key card from his trouser pocket, stuffed it into his hand, and said, "Open a bottle of liquor and deal with your injury."

Fang Daichuan nodded casually without comment, and walked away without even looking at Yang Song.

When passing by Niu Xinyan, Fang Daichuan paused slightly, thought for a moment, and still handed his key card to Niu Xinyan: "Whoever you are in the future, let me do it with Li Sinian."

He thought very simply. Among the remaining people, the young couple shared a room at the beginning. Although there is one room left, depending on their current state, it is impossible to tell whether they will be in the same bed or separated. Yang Song Not to mention Ding Zihui, they don't seem to get together, they are strangers to each other, and they don't trust each other. Fang Daichuan doesn't want to get up early tomorrow morning to hear who killed whom.

After all, he and Li Sinian are the only ones left, and they can help each other by living together.

Niu Xinyan stared at the door card for a long time. When she raised her head, there were still tears in her eyes. She looked complicated. She glanced at Fang Daichuan, then looked down at her dying son, gritted her teeth and accepted the door card. In a low voice: "Thank you."

Fang Daichuan was at a loss. He waved his hand and went upstairs, his head hanging low all the way.

With a beep, Fang Daichuan brushed open Li Sinian's door.

The room was very dark, the windows were open, the gray-white thick canvas curtains were blown up by the wind, and the dark clouds outside were low.

Fang Daichuan tentatively called out: "Meow?"

The room was quiet and there was no response.

The black cat probably went looking for food on his own. Fang Daichuan didn't take it to heart. After all, they didn't return all night last night, and the cat should have been starving in the house. He thought about it casually, as he lifted off his shirt, tugged at the wound, hissed slightly.

Looking at the little light outside the window, he looked down at his shoulder, and the rolled iron sheet on his right shoulder opened a long hole, not very deep, and had been scabs. It's just that the black, black and red scabs are mixed with dust and clothing fragments, making the whole wound look miserable and hideous. The most serious part of the right hand has already formed a bubble, the tip of the bubble is yellow, and there should be tissue fluid leaking out.

Fang Daichuan listened to Li Sinian's words, picked up a bottle of wine, and walked into the bathroom toplessly.

He stood still in front of the mirror and opened the cork. The person in the mirror looks very haggard, and can't eat well and sleep well. Fang Daichuan himself has a plastic physique. After only four or five days, he has lost a lot of weight. A few miserable scars ran across the right chest, passing under the thin clavicle, with irregular edges.

Fang Daichuan reached out and wiped the mirror, then took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and poured a bottle of white wine directly on his right chest.

"Uh..." The pain struck instantly, Fang Daichuan clenched the bottle tightly, his teeth biting to death. It was because he was mentally prepared that the moment the spirits pierced his chest, he was also wet with sweat.

He held on to the cold sink, breathing heavily. There was some white foam from the wound, the intense pain made his scalp tighten, and only the pain itself was left in his consciousness.

After resting for a while, he lowered his head to examine the wound. The fragile blood scab that had just condensed was washed away by the wine, revealing the fragile muscle tissue inside, the flesh on the edge was curled, and the place without bloodshot was pale and pale.

Fang Daichuan found a pack of new towels from the grid, used wine to eliminate the poison, and put it on the eversion wound. There is a lack of medical treatment and medicine here, and there is no cotton bandage, so he has to hold back. He smiled bitterly and comforted himself.

The doorbell suddenly rang at the door.

Fang Daichuan thought it was Li Sinian who was back, closed his eyes and settled for a moment, took a few breaths, and covered his right chest to open the door.

The door opened, and he stood leaning against the door frame, pain torturing him, and the whole person was terribly weak.

Outside the door, Ding Zihui stood outside with her head down. He heard the sound of the door opening and looked up, but unexpectedly, it was not the person she was expecting to open the door. She was shocked.

"Why are you here?" Fang Daichuan had a terrible pain, his temple bounced, so he didn't have a good temper.

Ding Zihui was misunderstood, her eyes flushed suddenly, and she sniffed: "You look down on me, don't you?"

Where the **** start? Fang Daichuan heads like a fight: "Don't think about it, I didn't say anything."

"You didn't say anything, but you think so in your heart," Ding Zihui touched the teardrops under his eyes, his nasal voice was thick, and the grievances were infinite, "I know what you all think. shameless……"

She started crying.

Fang Daichuan raised his right hand above his head, and said helplessly: "I really didn't think so, whoever you seduce to seduce, it's my shit..."

He talked too much, and his breath was inevitably insufficient. Ding Zihui heard that his voice was wrong, and looked up at him with flushed eyes, and exclaimed: "Your shoulders!"

Seeing this, she would not leave easily. Fang Daichuan sighed, moved two steps, and walked out of the door.

"How about you come in and talk?"