Chapter 173: Masquerade (1/2)

The room belonging to no.1 is still dark.

Compared to the usual lifelessness, it now seems to have been lit by a dark fire that does not exist. The cold air is now full of inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere.

Kicked stiffly against the wall, a man with shoe prints floating in the center of his pants narrowed his eyes, his eyes were very aggressive.

It is estimated that the devil never expected that one day he would actually be planted on the props he sent out.

The rose of the planet B612, three times of use.

The copy of the first middle school was sent by the devil himself, and Zong Jiu used it once, and now it is the second time.

With a cold face, Zong Jiu walked towards the door with a turn, turned around, and walked towards the depths of room no.1.

The reason for rejecting the devil is very simple, because the other party is hard, he is cold and not hard.

To put it bluntly, just kissing can be hard, the devil can be considered as refreshing the knowledge here in Zong Jiu.

As he walked, he put on his loose shirt, buttoned them one by one, and slowly wiped his left thumb across his lips.

Spread your fingers, a piece of scarlet wet.

is blood.

Zong Jiu was not injured, both inside and outside.

It is self-evident whose blood is on his lips.

The magician ignored the road that fell on his back, wishing to press his whole person on the wall and arbitrarily contradict him, almost turned into a fiery sight, and walked to the elevator in the room of the S-level trainee without looking back. .

Because he suddenly remembered something. If he walked out from the gate and walked out to the corridor, he might be seen by other trainees who had finished the dance or did not attend the dance at all.

Originally, No.1 took him away from the crowd, and put down such a specious sentence, which was enough to make people engage in all kinds of divergent thinking. Now come again, isn't it true that no.9 was guessed by the unspoken rules of no.1?

The devil can afford to lose this man, but the magician can't afford to lose it.

Three minutes is not long or short, but it is definitely enough if you want to leave here.

Zong Jiu turned around, successfully walked through the corner, and turned to the open-plan living room of the room.

On the left side of the living room is a large black bed. Everything from the sheets to the pillows to the quilt is dark black. Looking at the flat traces on it, it seems that the owner rarely cares about it.

What was surprising was not the bed, but the thing lying next to the pillow.

There lay a familiar rabbit doll.

The rabbit doll's whole body has been turned into a dirty gray black by the smoke from the fire, and a hanging rabbit ear has burned half of it, revealing the scorched black cotton wool inside, rolled into a ball.

The doll looks really unattractive on the surface, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is extremely ugly.

However, the owner of the room still placed it next to his bed, the most relaxing tone of the entire room, and the closest location.

This rabbit is the one that the magician gave to the little demon in the copy of Judgment Day. At the beginning, the little devil liked it very much. He held it in his arms every day, and took it by his side for a while after eating, sleeping and taking a bath.

Zong Jiu stared at the rabbit doll and walked into the elevator without looking back.

Returning from the copy of Judgment Day and ending the Masquerade Masquerade, this is the first time the magician and the devil have met in a whole month.

Even when they met, they all bypassed this topic tacitly, facing each other on the dance floor, and kissing each other in this invisible room. No matter what you do, it is as if you have forgotten the experience of that S-class copy, and it is not worth mentioning.

But occasionally, very rarely, Zong Jiu would think of the boy holding a rabbit doll and raising his head sweetly and calling him ”brother”, thinking of his beautiful black and brown eyes when he was not maliciously watered.

Not only ”brother”, but ”please be kind to him”. Finally, he held his head stubbornly and said ”I don't want you to save”, and finally sank the little demon in the billowing lava.

The devil didn't hide his name, but he didn't have a name at all.

There is no number one, and Zong Jiu has only faced demons from beginning to end.

The white-haired young man stood in the middle of the elevator, lowering his eyebrows to cover the dark light in his eyes.

Maybe they understand in the copy of Judgment Day. He was unwilling to kill the other party because the other party was the one who understood, resembled, and spoke the most to himself.

Obviously enemies, but like two spaceships wandering in the sea of ​​stars, they have been silent for so many years, and in the radio signal walkie-talkie that can never be connected, they have become the only answers to each other.