Chapter 183: Level III 7
Their attempts were fruitless, so they could only sit down and regulate their breathing.
The air in the box could not withstand their waste. The temperature inside the space was getting hotter and hotter, indicating that the oxygen inside was also getting scarcer.
“I didn’t expect this…”
Chu Yian couldn’t help but sigh. She was actually trapped by her own game prop.
The other person in the box looked at her, “Don’t worry, Liu Wen and the others are still outside. They’ll find a way to rescue us.”
Jie Yan remained very calm, even kindly comforting her.
But the longer it went on, the more wary Chu Yian became of the person beside her.
Oxygen was becoming increasingly scarce.
When there wasn’t enough for two people, killing one could extend the other’s survival time. Chu Yian didn’t want to fight him, because without her treasure box, her chances of winning were slim.
But what if he suddenly attacked her?
Bai Sinian could kill her without any loss of personal interest, let alone now when Jie Yan faced the choice of killing her to increase his survival rate.
The light above Chu Yian’s head remained on. This was to observe Jie Yan and prevent any sudden movements from him.
She placed her backpack on her knees and reached inside, gripping the Instant Blast Mine.
That’s right.
If he tried to kill her, then they would just go down together!
Compared to Chu Yian’s tension and vigilance, Jie Yan leaned against the wall, his eyes slightly closed, his expression composed, “By the way, who is that teammate you mentioned?”
“That’s my friend.”
Hearing Jie Yan’s question, Chu Yian replied, “We’ve been through many rounds of games together before. He’s a very reliable partner.”
What she said was true; Lu Qingyuan was the one she trusted most.
From the first round of the game when she met Lu Qingyuan until now, this trust even carried a hint of imprinting. This was also why, even if Teacher Lu’s memories from each game were temporary, she was willing to bring him along.
“Is that so.”
Jie Yan glanced at the exquisite small face beside him, “I hope we can also build such trust in the future.”
“Mm-hmm.”
Chu Yian nodded, and offered a false compliment, “Actually, I trust Brother Jie a lot now too.”
Jie Yan chuckled at her words, his gaze sweeping over the hand she hid in her backpack, but he didn’t expose her current actions.
As the two spoke, Chu Yian suddenly felt the box move. Although it was a slight shift, those inside the box could immediately feel it.
Chu Yian stood up abruptly, then hit the top of the treasure box, wincing in pain.
But those were minor things.
“Brother Jie, it seems like someone outside is pushing?”
She bent over, hands braced against the wall, ready to push together with the people outside.
Jie Yan also stood up. Just as he was about to help, he felt a sudden dizzying sensation.
The treasure box had flipped over!
The two tumbled together, caught off guard.
Jie Yan placed his palm on top of Chu Yian’s head, cushioning her impact against the top of the box. His other hand braced beside her, and in the chaos, he gripped her waist.
The posture was very much like embracing her entirely, and her waist was slender and soft.
Jie Yan was slightly stunned for a moment.
Chu Yian pushed Jie Yan away, climbed to where they had just been standing, and reached out to push open the lid of the treasure box.
The outside air rushed in, and she took deep breaths.
At this moment, there were broken vehicles and human limbs everywhere. The air was filled with the smell of burning, and the desperate cries of people could be heard. The other six members of the team surrounded the box, slightly relieved to see that both of them were still alive.
“Are you alright?!”
“I’m fine.”
Jie Yan emerged from the box, then looked at the numbers in the sky that had restarted their countdown.
“It’s already the fourth collapse. This time, we’re lucky it wasn’t District 63.”
Liu Wen, being outside, had of course told him everything.
This time, the collapsed districts were odd-numbered, which meant the next collapse should be even-numbered, giving them at least four hours of safety now.
Having just experienced the explosion, everyone was still reeling.
They moved away from the blast site and sat down in a field.
Chu Yian, to avoid the explosion, had thrown out everything in her treasure box. These items were destroyed along with the gasoline in the explosion, and the stolen firearms and ammunition, needless to say, were all blown up with the car.
Now, their only supplies were the items in their respective backpacks.
Chu Yian checked her backpack: it contained three compressed biscuits, two bottles of mineral water, a box of Yunnan Baiyao, a handgun (given by Jie Yan, not returned to him), an Instant Blast Mine, and the recorder she had drawn.
Chu Yian took out a compressed biscuit, ate it with mineral water, and buried her head in her phone.
She was eating while scrolling through her phone.
The phone signal was surprisingly still strong, but there were no longer any messages from the official Government, and even the number of people posting on social forums had decreased.
“Damn it, damn it, everything is collapsing everywhere, where should I escape to?”
“The roads are all jammed with cars, we’re stuck on the road.”
“Where’s the official Government? Which areas are collapsing this time? Give us a warning!”
…People belatedly realized that without warnings, they suddenly didn’t know where to go.
Chu Yian secretly glanced at the recorder; the grayed-out areas on it were more extensive than the previous three times. Large gray regions appeared on the record, and some places were even close to becoming isolated islands.
Of course, this temporarily did not include their District 63, and District 118, which they had chosen before, still had value in going to.
On the other side,
Jie Yan was currently frowning, drawing on a piece of paper.
The paper clearly depicted a map of District 13, with many areas already blacked out. A group of people were frantically searching online for information to confirm which areas had already collapsed.
This was a difficult task with no easy solution.
It was a pity that Chu Yian, holding such a good item, didn’t dare to give it to them.
Not yet, at least.
She didn’t have a reasonable explanation for how the recorder appeared. Taking out the item would solve everyone’s predicament but would cause trouble for herself.
To protect herself, she could only let them put more effort into this matter.
The group rested for ten minutes, then prepared to leave.
They had to pass through District 63 and head towards the even-numbered districts. Especially without a car, the journey required them to race against time.
Only eight hours had passed since the game began.
The bright sky had already turned to night. People looked up; the moon and stars had disappeared three years ago, leaving only darkness above.
The city’s electricity had also stopped. The flames still burning on the highway became their guiding light.
The survivors gathered in groups, silently walking forward.
Chu Yian’s foot hit a cylindrical object, which rolled, causing her to stumble.
Jie Yan, who was slightly ahead, turned and instinctively reached out, “Are you alright?”
