Playing the Foolish Beauty in a Deadly Game - Chapter 17: So What If He's My Ex-Boyfriend?
Everyone’s attention was focused on the scene. The brown-haired man reveled in the spotlight, enjoying the feeling of being the center of attention. Unfortunately, as soon as he finished speaking, Yan Ting let out a cold laugh. Immediately, all the men in black suits clicked their guns into place, aiming them at the brown-haired man. If Yan Ting wished it, the brown-haired man would become a human honeycomb in an instant. It always happened this way: the brown-haired man would provoke, only to be humiliated by Yan Ting.
Lin Qiao couldn’t help but laugh. He buried his face in Yan Ting’s embrace, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably as he laughed so hard that tears streamed down his face. Taking advantage of the few tears that hadn’t yet dried, Lin Qiao looked up and said, “I don’t have anything on me. When I changed my clothes, Sister Chen Qinyi saw me.”
“Besides, I didn’t change my pants. Should I show everyone what’s underneath?” Chen Qinyi, the female lover player, had a subtle expression on her face. “Do you realize there’s something wrong with what you’re saying?”
“You just changed your top. When did I see…” The female lover couldn’t continue. Well, she had indeed taken a few extra glances. Who wouldn’t love to look at something pretty? So, she awkwardly said, “There’s nothing up there but white and tender skin.”
Yan Ting cuddled Lin Qiao in his arms and nuzzled him. “There won’t be anything down there either.”
The brown-haired man wanted to ask how he knew, if he had seen it, but he swallowed the question. What if he had really seen it?
Lin Qiao couldn’t help but boast to the system, “Yan Ting is really amazing. He always protects me. He’s such a good person.”
“I’ve decided. He’s my treasure. Isn’t there a choice I have to make at the end? I don’t need to wait for the game to finish. I choose him.”
Suddenly, Yan Ting spoke up: “Check each other’s shadows.”
Everyone realized at once. If the black graffiti had indeed followed someone onto the plane, the best hiding place would be in their shadow.
“Right!” the female internet celebrity exclaimed. “When light shines on the black shadows, they become stronger and darker! The color changes. We should use flashlights to check all the shadowy areas inside the plane.”
Lin Qiao instantly stiffened, letting out a small “um,” and dared not move. System: [Heh.]
Was that mockery? The system was definitely laughing at him.
Lin Qiao couldn’t escape this time. Everyone had to check each other. Flashlights shone on Lin Qiao’s shadow as the brown-haired man squinted and examined it closely, but Lin Qiao’s shadow remained unchanged.
The brown-haired man muttered, “It can’t be…”
The bodyguard player, Zhong Minglang, coldly said, “Next.”
So Lin Qiao safely passed the check. He sat in his seat, humming a tune, happily swinging his feet, and stomping on his shadow.
The system seemed to hesitate for a long time, with a faint sound of electric current always present. Its tone remained cold, but Lin Qiao could sense its curiosity: [How did you manage that?]
Lin Qiao propped his chin up with his hand and said, “Well, the shadow was already half-dispersed by Yan Ting, right?”
“So it doesn’t have a lower half. That’s why I let the shadow follow me—it can’t do anything.”
“When Zhong Minglang shone the flashlight on my shadow just now, he only checked the lower part. I’m not sure if he did it on purpose.”
“But fortunately, the shadow didn’t crave the light after getting on the plane.”
Lin Qiao answered the system while looking down at his feet and praised directly, “Good doggy.”
Lin Qiao still smiled in his mind: “It’s just like you, the system—full of intentions but powerless.”
System: [Mmm.]
Lin Qiao had his revenge on the system for laughing at him earlier, but he didn’t feel any sense of victory. He was left speechless by the system’s simple “Mmm.”
Bad system! Annoying ghost!
The flashlight still didn’t find the black shadow. This result was within Lin Qiao’s expectations because the shadow didn’t kill the captain.
The one who killed the captain was the engineer player named Zhu Shaocheng. After being enveloped by the black graffiti, he escaped and became infected, undergoing mutation. He was a shadow but not quite a shadow, which was why Zhu Shaocheng used a knife to kill the captain.
As for why he targeted the captain, first, the captain was alone in the cockpit, making it easier to attack. Second, as a player, Zhu Shaocheng, realizing he couldn’t survive, wouldn’t care about anyone else’s life either.
Under normal circumstances, commercial flights are piloted by two or three people in shifts. With all other crew members dead, the risk of having only one of Yan Ting’s bodyguards, who had flown a plane before, to take over was significant.
At this moment, everyone had to face not only the threat of the “hidden black graffiti” on the plane but also the risk of a possible crash during the next landing.
As the landing time approached, passengers dared not be alone, even sleeping in shifts. Those who were accustomed to praying began to pray silently. The non-religious passengers mocked, “If praying really worked, just pray for the sun to return to normal.”
The engineer player was among the passengers, and no one was on guard against him. After all, the black graffiti was just a shadow, while the engineer player was a tangible, living “person.” Now, everyone was unaware that normal people could also be infected. After all, all the passengers present had injuries.
The engineer player kept bouncing his leg, looking very uneasy, his face growing paler, and his hair damply sticking to his cheeks. A passenger comforted him kindly, “Hey, buddy, everything will be okay. Hang in there.”
The engineer smiled. An apple rolled to the engineer player’s feet. The blonde boy laughed and said, “Uncle, can you throw the apple over here?”
Because the apple was inedible, the boy’s behavior wouldn’t be criticized. Instead, people would think he was just a child who didn’t understand the situation and still had the mind to play.
The engineer player’s leg stopped shaking. He licked his lips and asked, “Where’s your mom?”
The blonde boy showed his knee: “I bumped my leg. Mom went to find the doctor to get some medicine for me.”
The engineer player’s sense of smell seemed to have become very keen. He greedily sniffed the血腥味 wafting from the wound. He looked around at the other passengers and finally couldn’t resist suggesting, “I’ll go get you some medicine.”
The blonde boy smiled broadly: “Sure, that’d be great.”
Since everyone was in the economy class, no one would be foolish enough to make a move in front of everyone. Even when they saw the blonde boy following a man to the plane’s kitchen, no one thought anything would happen.
Except Lin Qiao. He noticed and got up to follow, but was stopped by the bodyguard player, Zhong Minglang, who pressed his hand on Lin Qiao’s shoulder: “Let’s talk.”
Lin Qiao was a bit anxious and wanted to say something. The system coldly reminded him: [Character consistency.]
So Lin Qiao hesitated and asked, “What… what do you want to talk about?”
With only one bodyguard flying the plane, Yan Ting was in the cockpit, giving Zhong Minglang the opportunity to speak with Lin Qiao.
“You’re the last player, right?” Zhong Minglang said as he turned Lin Qiao’s face towards him. “Look at me. Why are you looking over there? Answer my question. You’re a player, aren’t you?”
Lin Qiao lowered his eyes and reviewed the “lines only NPCs can hear” provided by the system. He was shocked and couldn’t help but ask the system, “Is the game’s dialogue replacement that intense?”
“What do you mean by not speaking?” Zhong Minglang looked unhappy.
Lin Qiao had no choice but to steel himself and say, “Yes, so what if you’re my ex-boyfriend?”
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