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 When Song Yu was carried to the bathroom, his legs were weak.

His two slender white legs were slowly washed by hot water, which helped him relieve some of his fatigue.

However, as soon as he opened his eyes, he heard the words the man said in his ear.

"Baby."

"You peed a lot."

"..."

Song Yu wished he hadn't woken up.

He was too tired to argue with Zhou Qiao, so he unconsciously hugged the other's neck and let the other help him take a bath.

After coming out of the bathroom, he was carried to the bed and could feel the other helping him get dressed.

Song Yu didn't know if he was too Buddhist or if he felt that this person would not hurt him, so he just fell asleep holding the doll in his hand.

He didn't know how long he slept.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on his own bed, and the doll in his hand was still there.

Probably because he didn't let go, Zhou Qiao gave him the doll as well.

Song Yu was no longer surprised that Zhou Qiao knew his house's password. He got out of bed and found himself wearing Zhou Qiao's usual pajamas, loose and baggy, the pants almost dragging on the floor.

Too lazy to change, Song Yu simply dragged the clothes to the living room. On the table was a bowl of fragrant seafood porridge and other snacks.

Approaching it, he saw a note under the bowl—

"Eat well, Xiao Yu."

Although Song Yu had cried for a long time yesterday and been whispered many lewd things in the man's ear, he still hadn't thrown the note away.

Staring at it for a while, he felt the handwriting was familiar.

So he asked 009: "Why are all the protagonists' handwriting the same? Is it due to the data itself?"

009 vaguely said it was possible, but couldn't be sure. After all, the matter of the God's fragments couldn't be revealed yet. It also reminded the host that the progress bar had reached 97%.

That meant only one plot point remained.

This world was indeed more gloomy and terrifying than the urban settings he had experienced before, but he hadn't yet experienced anything excessively frightening.

Song Yu slowly sipped his porridge, which was still warm, indicating that Zhou Qiao hadn't been gone long.

The final plot point was four days later, when Song Yu was supposed to hear that Zhou Qiao had been kidnapped by a suspect, and that he had genuinely fallen in love with her, despite her hatred. He would rush to the location of her kidnapping, and while rescuing her alongside the two main attackers, he would die protecting her from a bullet.

This was the original ending.

But now, Song Yu felt that Zhou Qiao was the suspect.

Not only Zhou Qiao, but also Zhou Yun and Lu Baiyu, were all connected to the previous murders.

009 said the plot would unfold on its own, and he would only need to go find Zhou Qiao to complete his mission; he should rest and recuperate for the next few days.

Song Yu nodded, but he hadn't been sleeping well these past few days, feeling emotionally uneasy.

He kept searching online for information about the orphanage's past and constantly monitoring the wealthy circle.

Besides the intense mental strain, another reason for Song Yu's anxiety was his recurring nightmares. In his dreams, he was always lying in a hospital bed, with a man watching over him in a hazy state. He couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could hear his voice.

The man's voice was low, sounding somewhat tired, yet gentle.

He called him "baby"

and told him not to be afraid.

*

Song Yu spent two days like this.

Early on the third day, 009 reminded him to check the news.

His pale fingers swiped across the screen, and Song Yu froze, frowning as he stared at the headline: [Lu Group's stock plummets; Lu's heir sells shares!]

The prominent word "heir" gave Song Yu a bad feeling.

The heir clearly referred to Lu Baiyu. Did he no longer want to take over the Lu family?

Thinking of the news report he saw in the abandoned orphanage that day, Song Yu guessed that perhaps Lu Baiyu and Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun had grown up together in the orphanage, but Lu Baiyu had been taken back by the Lu family, which led to their different lives.

Could it be a mistake? Are Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun the true descendants of the Lu family?

Song Yu let his imagination run wild, conjuring up a script of Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun returning for revenge.

But if that were the case, would Zhou Qiao and Zhou Yun need to go through all this trouble? They could just hand over the DNA report to the Lu family.

Besides, the Lu family wouldn't raise a child with no blood relation as an heir all these years, would they?

Song Yu's head was spinning. He hugged a soft, large cushion, rested his chin on it, and suddenly thought of something: [009, could it be that Zhou Qiao and Lu Baiyu are both children of the Lu family?]

009: [The plot has deviated from the original plan.]

Song Yu was stunned.

009: [Please find the current location of the main characters and go there.]

009: [Your mission will also change; you need to find out the truth and survive to the end.] " Where are you going?" Seeing the slender boy wrapped in a large overcoat, the bodyguard who had been hiding in the shadows revealed himself. "What do you need? Just tell us... that's all." He paused for a moment

as the boy looked at him, his face directly opposite him. This was the first time in days he'd seen the boy's face clearly. He didn't know how to describe it; 

"beautiful and stunning" simply wasn't enough. No wonder the young masters of the Lu and Gu families had sent people to protect him. 

"Young Master Song, it's dangerous outside lately," he added, seeing that Song Yu didn't intend to return to his room. Song Yu's fair cheeks puffed out, looking somewhat unhappy. 

"I've been cooped up for two days and want to go out for a walk. Did Lu Baiyu send you?" The bodyguard didn't dare look at him again and replied, "Yes." 

Song Yu: "Then do you know where he is now?" The bodyguard shook his head: "Young Master Lu contacts us." 

Song Yu frowned: "What about Gu Linwei? Do you know where he is?" He received another denial. 

Song Yu finally understood why this world was S-rank; the missions could change at any time due to the plot. 

Now, the four main characters seemed to have vanished into thin air, and he could only contact Gu Linwei. 

But when he asked where Gu Linwei was, Gu Linwei changed the subject. Clearly, something big was about to happen. 

Looking at the bodyguard who was a head and a half taller than him, Song Yu gave up on the idea of ​​a direct escape. 

He first went downstairs to Lu Baiyu's house, but finding no clues, he returned to his room dejectedly. 

Less than half an hour later, he came out again, this time claiming that it was too stuffy at home and he wanted to go for a walk. The bodyguards, of course, didn't dare lock him in his room; they simply followed him silently.

The weather was bad, and there weren't many people in the neighborhood. Song Yu wandered around, intending to slip away through a side path, when he bumped into someone.

Seeing the familiar beanie in front of him, Song Yu's nerves relaxed: "...Zhou Yun?"

Zhou Yun, still dressed in all black, took his hand: "You want to shake them off?"

Song Yu felt like he'd been saved and immediately nodded: "Yes! I'm going to find Zhou Qiao—ah—"

Before he could finish, he was suddenly lifted up by the man.

Song Yu: "?"

His head was a little dizzy. He patted Zhou Yun's back: "Do you know where Zhou Qiao and the others are right now?"

Zhou Yun didn't answer.

Song Yu asked again: "Are you taking me to see them?"

Zhou Yun: "No. I'm taking you back."

Song Yu: "..."

He was taken to the elevator before being put down, his cheeks and earlobes flushed. A group of bodyguards followed nervously behind.

Afraid they would directly confront Zhou Yun, Song Yu immediately said: "He's my friend."

Zhou Yun's shoulders shrugged, and he glanced at Song Yu.

The two went back inside.

This was the only main character Song Yu had seen in the past few days, and he felt that if he didn't seize this opportunity, it would be too late: "Do you know where the three of them are?"

Zhou Yun remained silent.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Song Yu changed his question: "Are the three of them together?"

Zhou Yun nodded.

It seemed that something really big was about to happen, and Song Yu softened his voice, adding a hint of pleading: "Can you take me to see them?"

He thought for a moment and tried to negotiate with him: "What do you want?"

Zhou Yun finally spoke this time, his voice a little hoarse, as if he hadn't slept well for days: "You like Zhou Qiao that much?"

Song Yu was stunned.

Before he could think of an answer, Zhou Yun continued: "You know what? Some twins not only have a telepathic connection, but they can also share some tactile sensations."

"Every time Zhou Qiao does something to you, I feel the same way."

Song Yu's eyes widened, his round, blunt eyes making him look a little dazed, but soon, the embarrassment and shame between his brows became obvious.

“You let him kiss you, let him lick you, touch you, you seem…” Zhou Yun’s voice was low and hoarse, his eyes bloodshot with jealousy, as if he were about to go mad, “You really like him.”

Song Yu bit his lip lightly.

He hadn’t recovered from the shock of the twins sharing the same feelings, and now he was being forced to hear these shameful words.

His eyelashes trembled incessantly.

After a few seconds of pause, Zhou Yun spoke again: “We all deserve to die, Song Yu, we don’t deserve your concern.”

His tone was tinged with sadness.

He had come to see Song Yu one last time.

After this, whether he lived or died, he would never have any contact with this pure and innocent person again.

He no longer hoped that Song Yu would spare him any sympathy.

Zhou Yun’s lips were straight, as if he wanted to carve Song Yu’s image into his flesh and blood. Half a minute later, he opened his dry lips: “I—”

He had only uttered one syllable when he felt something warm and soft on his lips.

It was like a person who had been walking in the desert for days finding water.

The kiss was fleeting. Song Yu quickly pulled back, grabbing Zhou Yun's arm, his rosy lips slowly uttering, "Where are the three of them? Tell me... hurry up."

"I kissed you..."

"You have to give me something in return."

Knowing his method was too shameless, Song Yu's voice grew softer and softer until his cheeks and neck were flushed red.

But he didn't know that this wasn't even a favor to Zhou Yun.

A tamed dog doesn't realize it's being treated like a dog.

Zhou Yun swallowed hard, the warm touch still lingering on his lips, his voice trembling and hoarse: "They're on Ming Island."

Song Yu immediately had 009 check the location.

It was a private island in a neighboring city, very close to the abandoned orphanage.

Knowing the location, Song Yu didn't expect Zhou Qiao to take him there; it was good enough that the man wasn't stopping him.

There was still a day until the plot point, and considering the journey, they had to leave by this afternoon at the latest.

Song Yu lowered his eyes and suddenly asked, "Do you still want to kiss me?"

The moment he finished speaking, the man standing opposite him stiffened abruptly, his eyes brightening as he stared intently at him, his breathing becoming heavier.

Song Yu felt a surge of desire, as if the other man were about to devour him whole.

His voice trembled as he feigned composure, "But your mouth is a little dry, it hurts me. I'll get you a glass of water."

With that, he went into the kitchen to pour the other man water.

He also had 009 slip some harmless sleeping pills into the kitchen.

The man followed him into the kitchen, his burning back pressing against Song Yu's, "You mean it?"

Song Yu nodded guiltily, "Yes..."

Even knowing that Song Yu was only being so kind to him because of Zhou Qiao, Zhou Yun still couldn't refuse. He took the water the boy offered, drank it down in a few gulps, then licked his lips, trying to soften them.

Then, like a wild beast, he stared silently at Song Yu, waiting for him to fulfill his promise.

As Song Yu mentally counted down, and the man's eyes began to glaze over, he slipped out through the gap in the kitchen—

at the same time, he heard a muffled groan.

Song Yu didn't turn around, heading straight down the elevator. It was raining outside, and a group of bodyguards followed him. He asked 009 to call a taxi and ran towards the entrance of the complex.

The next second, in an alley, he bumped into someone again.

Dizzy from the impact, Song Yu initially thought it was a bodyguard, but when he looked up, Zhou Yun, whom he had drugged and rendered unconscious, was standing right in front of him.

Song Yu's heart skipped a beat: "You—"

Seeing the bloodstains on the other man's arm, a look of shock gradually appeared on his face. Had he injured himself to stay conscious?

Song Yu was incredulous: "How could you…" be so ruthless to himself.

Zhou Yun seemed unconcerned about the wound.

"You like Zhou Qiao that much?"

"You lied to me like this for him."

The guilt welling up in Song Yu's heart was suppressed by the other person's frenzied emotions. He had just raised his eyes when he felt something cover his mouth and nose, then his legs went weak, and he gradually lost consciousness.

*

When he woke up again, Song Yu was in an abandoned room.

That orphanage?

009's voice sounded: [Host, you are now on Ming Island.]

[Please ensure your safety. Your progress bar is currently at 97%.]

[If you survive for 24 hours, you will complete the mission.]

Song Yu's heart pounded, and his head spun. As his senses cleared, the door opened, and a tall figure walked towards him.

Zhou Yun's shoulder wound wasn't bandaged yet, and the blood had already dried.

Song Yu sat down, trying to speak, but found his mouth was blocked by something, only able to make muffled sounds.

His cheeks weren't sore, so it must have been blocked recently.

Saliva gradually filled his mouth.

"Ugh..."

Soon, Zhou Yun removed the object from his mouth. Song Yu tried to hold back the saliva, but his mouth seemed to have lost its strength and wouldn't close.

Saliva dripped from his lips, instantly wetting his entire chin.

Zhou Yun's fingers were also smeared.

Seeing this, Song Yu looked somewhat embarrassed. He saw the object between Zhou Yun's fingers—a small metal ball with a tooth-holding slot.

It looked like something specifically designed to be bitten.

"Little Yu," Zhou Yun stared at him, "you can't even close your mouth."

Though he said this, the man stared intently at Song Yu's lips.

Song Yu's face flushed, and she sniffed. Seeing Zhou Yun reach out, she instinctively shrank back.

Zhou Yun, however, seemed to be provoked by this action, a surge of jealousy rising in her chest: "Afraid of me?" "

Zhou Qiao doesn't have face blindness at all. She's been lying to you from the beginning, just to coax you into doing those things; that seemingly respectable Lu Baiyu installed surveillance cameras in Zhou Qiao's house, do you think he saw anything? And that Gu Linwei, he secretly hid your underwear and took it everywhere."

Zhou Yun took a clean handkerchief from her pocket and gently wiped the drool from Song Yu's chin. "

Xiao Yu, I didn't lie to you about anything."

"Don't be afraid of me."

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