The sunlight shines unreservedly on the black leather seats through the pale glass, and countless tiny dust flies around the sunlight, like broken stars.

A pair of legs shaking slightly on the wooden table, and the chair swayed.

The room was filled with the warmth of the sun, the sweet fragrance of candies and the fishy smell of blood.

Meng Busan held a colorful circle of lollipop in his mouth, pillowed his hands behind his head, staring at the lollipop full of drawers in a daze.

He put his legs away and sat cross-legged in a leather seat.

He gently pushed the table and followed the force, the seat began to rotate.

Meng Busan licked the lollipop and looked at the ceiling and said, "Even the guy who often has hallucinations begins to feel something is wrong in this world. Didn't anyone else feel it?"

Meng Busan closed his eyes, "Tang Ci said I restarted again and again, so... is this world becoming like this because of me? Or..."

He sniffed lightly and stopped speculation.

At this time, the seat had already rotated many circles with him.

His index finger bent slightly, and his joints gently tapped on the landline phone.

He opened the keyboard drawer and saw a piece of paper pressed underneath, with the telephone numbers of each department written on it.

Meng Busan picked up the microphone and pressed the button.

After a waiting ringtone, a female voice came from the other end of the receiver.

"City Chief..."

This voice is so familiar to Meng Busan that he cannot be more familiar with it. After all, he has used other people's voices to trick Chang'annie into opening the door to kill him.

Meng Busan tilted his head, smiled slightly, and the sound from his mouth turned into Annie's, "Anna, come in, I have something to tell you."

Anna didn't doubt, "Okay, Grandmaster, I'll go there right away."

Meng Busan said "yes" and hung up the phone.

He bit Bobantang and smiled, "Who made Annie talk so much? I'll learn your voice in one go?"

"Oh, who made me so genius, brother? I just heard it a few times and I could learn it all at once."

He smiled and bent his eyes and tweaked his hair.

"What a boring trial field, then, let's end this world?"

As soon as he stepped on the ground, the leather chair began to rotate again.

He looked out to the window.

This administrative building is still a bit high. Sitting in the office of the city chief, you can see the forest flooded by orange flames and smoke in the distance, as well as the dirty orange sky.

"The end of the world..."

This world, which is strange and terrifying to other trialists, is like the blood that has been silently flowing in Meng Busan's blood vessels. He doesn't know why it comes, nor can he see its full picture clearly, but he does know that it is something closely connected with him and is inseparable. It can even be said that he is so familiar with it that he vomits.

However, what is ridiculous is that although the body is familiar, the mind has no memory.

Soon, the vague sound of footsteps came from the corridor.

The door was knocked twice.

Anna stood outside the door and spoke respectfully: "City Chief?"

"Come in."

Anna twisted the handle and pushed open the door, but the door just opened a small gap and couldn't move, as if something was blocking the door.

She pushed her hard twice, but the door made a squeaking sound, just like the sound of water-filled wood sliding across the floor, making people feel cold behind them.

Anna: "City Master, is this door broken? Why don't I find someone to repair it?"

“It doesn’t matter.”

"Anna, I'll stand by the door and tell you."

Anna wanted to say something, but she remembered the old problem of the city chief.

It seems that the City Lord has committed another problem.

She sighed secretly, keeping her standard smile and said, "Okay, I'll wait."

"It's okay, I'll listen to the city chief."

"City Chief, if you are worried about your life, I can exchange identities with the City Chief. It's not the first time anyway."

Anna paused and said slowly: "I don't know why you believe in a dream. You will see yourself being killed countless times by a man who pretends to be a woman."

"If the Chief of the City is really so worried, why not find him first."

A timid voice came from the door: "Can you really find it?"

Anna: "It's hard to find a man and a woman, but it's easy to find a man dressed in a woman. After all, not everyone has this kind of bad taste."

A chuckle came from inside the door.

Anna: "City Chief?"

"Annie"'s voice slowly sounded, "It's really bad, but why do I dream about this repeatedly? Have I experienced this scene repeatedly?"

Anna: "How is that possible! This world is not a playground."

Meng Busan leaned against the inner wall, tilted his head, and looked at Anna's expression through the crack in the door.

Although Anna said something that suited her identity, the expression on her face was subconsciously sarcastic.

"So you have noticed it. It seems that the world has been repeated too many times and is on the verge of collapse."

Meng Busan looked dazed and subconsciously said, "But why haven't the people in the third and third class arrived yet?"

He immediately came to his senses, but he didn't understand why he said such a sentence for no reason.

Did he really say that? Was it also an illusion just now?

Meng Busan: "Miss, have you heard what I said just now?"

Anna immediately looked up.

Through the crack of the door, she saw a woman in white dress leaning against a white wall, her legs slightly bent and stepped on the wall. The woman tilted her head and stared at her with a smile.

Anna felt like she was being watched by the abyss.

She subconsciously took a step back, "You, who are you?"

Meng Busan imitated her tone: "I, who am I?"

He smiled, "Of course it's the one you're looking for."

"Are you surprised or not? Are you surprised or not?"

Anna: "…"

She took a step back and turned around and was about to run.

She had just taken a step, but her body was out of control and fell down softly.

What's wrong with this? Was she so scared that she couldn't move?

Anna stomped her hands on the ground and climbed forward with difficulty.

She felt that she had sweated a lot, and the sweat kept flowing downwards and falling.

She lowered her eyes, but saw the back of her hands covered with blood.

At this time, a blood-red flower fell down again and hit the back of her hand.

She widened her eyes, her fingers trembled and touched her forehead, where there was a hole, and the wind passed through the middle.

“When?”

The corner of her eyes swept a touch of white.

She raised her head with difficulty, but saw the person who shot her showing a more painful and sad expression than her.

He looked down at her and whispered, "You are dead."

Anna's mouth moved, "I don't need you to remind me!"

She sneered, "You trialists, do you really think that NPC won't wake up?"

Perhaps it was death that opened her dusty memory, and she stared at Meng Busan.

"Are we the ones who have died long ago?"

"No, no, you are the same. You have died and are the trialists who have fallen into monsters."

"You will be resurrected over and over again, and suffer the pain of death and the pain of depravity over and over again."

Anna said hoarsely: "This world is so cruel. Why do we have to go through these things? Why! Why!"

"Please let God stop this and let the dead die."

“We don’t need…”

"Bang--"

Meng Busan looked at his hand pressing her head and smashing her to the floor, and said helplessly: "I'm dead, I'm still talking so much."

"You don't need it, but someone needs it, for example, me."

He curled the corners of his mouth and showed a cold and cruel smile.

The author has something to say: Thank you for the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution from 2020-10-0701:19:09~2020-10-0900:13:12~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: 1 Fujimaru Lilijiang;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3 bottles of Jiuli Chaxiang;
Chapter completed!