Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 315 Gratitude

Perhaps because he had just heard something outrageous, the new player now saw the grandfather and grandson smiling at him and imagined their mouths were full of blood.

"!"

The new player shuddered and quickly looked away.

The veteran players nearby also noticed the two pairs of eyes looking over from not far away, and felt a chill run down their spines.

"Let's go!"

The veteran player grabbed the new player he had just lured over, saying, "Let's not watch today, we'll come back after these two lunatics leave..."

"..." The new player nodded mechanically: "...But Brother Wang, it seems like the place we're staying in doesn't have any appliances like TVs..."

"That's why I said we'd come back to the square to see them after they left!"

The veteran player slapped the new player hard across the face and said through gritted teeth:

"They're both looking at us. Are they waiting to die if they don't leave now?! Those two, the old man and the young woman, are cannibals!"

New player: "..."

He shrank back, not daring to look at Mutangtang and her grandmother again.

"grandmother."

Watching the two players disappear into the distance, Mu Tangtang nestled against the old man's shoulder, a little puzzled, and whispered:

Why didn't they respond to my greeting? Is it because Tangtang doesn't look pretty?

Upon hearing this, the old man immediately stood up, patted his granddaughter's hand with his weathered, aged hand, and said, "How could that be?"

The old woman said lovingly, "Our Tangtang is the most beautiful. Everyone who sees Tangtang will think that Tangtang is the most beautiful little princess."

Mu Tangtang's eyes crinkled with laughter, and the next second she threw herself into the old man's arms, causing the crown on her head to tilt slightly.

"Grandma is the best!"

"Oh my little candy!"

The old man happily hugged his granddaughter who had rushed into his arms, patting her back again and again. His loving expression was masked by words that sent chills down one's spine.

"So, what do you think? Do you like this male player?"

Mutangtang paused in her coquettish act, slowly raised her head, looked at Ayuan on the screen who had committed suicide, and revealed a sweet smile.

"of course."

Xylitol nodded with a smile.

"Grandma, I still really like him. Can you help me bring him out?"

"The grandma that Tangtang likes will definitely help you."

The old man nodded, his white hair falling from his forehead with each movement, which was carefully tucked behind his ear by Mutangtang.

"Grandma." Mu Tangtang stared at the old woman's gray hair and slowly leaned on her not-so-broad shoulders.

"What's wrong, Little Sugar?"

"Your hair has turned much whiter."

"Hair?"

The old man subconsciously touched his hair and chuckled:

"Everyone's hair turns white when they get old, Tangtang."

The old man gently straightened his granddaughter's slightly tilted crown with his hand, and said with a smile:

"When Tangtang grows up and gets old, she will also have white hair like her grandma."

"..."

"It's not very good-looking."

Mutangtang stared at the old woman's gray hair, then snuggled against her shoulder, saying, "I still prefer Grandma with black hair."

Her long, thick black hair was tied into two braids that hung over her shoulders, making her look very pretty.

"But Grandma is already old."

The old man gently nuzzled his head against his granddaughter's head, speaking very softly.

"Grandma also wants things to be the same as before."

"..."

Mutangtang's eyelashes fluttered. She leaned quietly against her grandmother's chest, looking up at the various live-streaming rooms lit up in the square.

The bright screen flickered in her eyes, and the depths of Mutangtang's eyes seemed to grow darker and darker, as a silent tide gradually engulfed her pupils.

After an unknown amount of time, Mutangtang finally spoke a sentence in a tiny, barely audible voice that only she could hear.

“No matter what Grandma is like,” said Mutangtang, her face pure and innocent, “I will always love Grandma.”

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Bedroom number eight.

Lu Chusheng looked at the glass in front of him that he had smashed with his fist, now covered in blood-stained words, and slowly exhaled.

I've done everything I can.

As for whether A-Yuan, who was dragged into the dream by "Madam," could actually bring himself to "commit suicide"... that's none of his business.

After all, I am just an ordinary person, not a god.

The bathroom reeked of fresh blood. Lu Chusheng, his face cold and expressionless, pulled out gauze and tightly wrapped it around his injured right hand, seemingly oblivious to the pain of his flesh being torn apart.

Fortunately, no shards of glass pierced the skin, so it could be wrapped directly.

Lu Chusheng quickly bandaged his injured hand, pushed open the door, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

At the same time, A Yuan's screams rang out from the bed by the window.

Lu Chusheng: "..."

It seems that A Yuan is quite smart; he's ruthless towards himself.

On the bed, A-Yuan, still shaken, kept touching his neck. The pain from his throat being slit in his dream and the chill of the dagger seemed to linger around his neck, impossible to shake off.

Only suicide could escape the "Madam's" dream... It's terrifying, so terrifying... If Lu Chusheng hadn't reminded him, he would never have imagined that only suicide could leave.

Who would think of suicide?

Unless he really doesn't want to live anymore.

"Thank you... thank you Captain Lu."

With tears streaming down his face, A Yuan climbed off the bed and was about to kneel down to thank Lu Chusheng—

Lu Chusheng raised his hand to interrupt him.

"Easy to do."

Lu Chusheng glanced at the unidentified liquid (which he actually knew) on A Yuan's face, then walked straight to the window and said calmly:

"If you don't dare to commit suicide yourself, there's no point in reminding you."

Strictly speaking, Lu Chusheng offered his opinion that A Yuan was good at cooking, and in this respect, A Yuan was indeed a very suitable teammate.

Obedient, well-behaved, and will do whatever she sees or hears, completely different from that little madman—

Lu Chusheng paused as he pulled the curtains shut.

He thought of the dream he had before being pulled into the dream by "Madam".

If the dream of my own death is real, does that mean I...etc.

Lu Chusheng's eyes widened slightly.

He suddenly realized a suspicious point that he had never thought of before.

Was my cause of death when I first entered the Dawn Game... a car accident?

Lu Chusheng didn't remember.

He seemed to have never recalled the cause of his death before he came to the Dawn Game... If it weren't for tonight's dream, he would have subconsciously ignored the cause of his death.

It seems my memory really is faulty...

Lu Chusheng lowered his eyes, closed them, and drew back the curtains in front of him.

"No, no, no, no!!" A-Yuan behind him shook his head frantically, frantically wiping his face and hurriedly saying:

"If it weren't for you, I... I wouldn't have been able to get out of this on my own. I might have been left in 'Madam's' dreams—"

A Yuan's voice abruptly stopped.

Lu Chusheng, who was by the window, saw something and suddenly pushed the window open with a "whoosh".

The next second, Lu Chusheng's entire upper body was leaning out of the window.