I'm having EMO, can you help me die?

Chapter 152 Don’t cry

The SL base was destroyed overnight.

Buzzing—

With a sharp screech of brakes, the black Jeep came to a stop, leaving a long black trail on the ground.

"We've arrived. You may now disembark."

This was said to Song Jia.

"Can...can I come with you?"

Shen Qingqing jerked the steering wheel and stepped on the gas, "Whatever."

She doesn't have that much time to waste on unimportant people.

[Xiao Lan, how's Mu Jing doing?]

"Meow meow meow."

His consciousness could not be detected.

In the passenger seat, a small black cat withdrew its paw from the boy's forehead.

[You, the host, need to retrieve the male protagonist's consciousness and bring him back.]

On the street, Shen Qingqing moved back and forth.

【navigation.】

My hands trembled slightly as I gripped the steering wheel.

[Host, your consciousness cannot leave your body for too long, or you will die. You...]

Buzz —

Press the accelerator to the bottom.

"Hey!"

The passerby was so frightened that he fell backward.

"How could you drive like that! So late at night! You almost killed someone, you know that!"

The man got up from the ground, dusted himself off, and said, "Luckily I'm tough! Just wait until I catch you!"

[Host, there's no need to be in such a hurry.]

【Shut up. 】

Her breathing was even, only her lips were trembling slightly, and the car sped along under her control, her palms sticky.

Xiao Lan nestled on Shen Qingqing's shoulder, her vertical pupils like two narrow gems, gleaming with a cold light in the dim light.

Its ears twitch every now and then.

The host is very nervous.

Others might not be able to tell, but Xiao Lan could. Her host never worried about anything.

Whether it's power, points, missions, or even life itself, the host has never cared.

Since it began its mission, it has witnessed its host kill someone, even though the host was just an ordinary student.

But it clearly sensed that its host was a very gentle person, gentle...

Otherwise... he wouldn't have committed suicide...

Perhaps it's an act of atonement...

"Well-"

The flat road was driven by Shen Qingqing in a way that made it feel like a mountain road.

Song Jia was sitting in the back row and felt terrible. She was already a little carsick, and this made things even worse.

He's under 18 and doesn't have a driver's license; how can this be treated like driving a race car?

The host compressed the 30-minute journey by a third.

inside the room.

How to do it?

The boy on the bed had his eyes closed, as if he were asleep in a dream that no one could disturb. His face was as pale as paper and his lips were bloodless.

He looked like a dead person.

Shen Qingqing stood by the bed, her face calm and expressionless.

But her hands, which were resting at her sides, unconsciously bent, and a fleeting, almost imperceptible panic flashed in her eyes, something she herself was unaware of.

So even people like that can lie here, as if they've left this world.

A unease stirred within her, a tremor of unease, a sharp pain...

[Host, forehead.]

He slowly raised his right hand, leaned slightly forward, and placed his index finger on the boy's forehead; it was cool and refreshing.

The boy remained motionless.

She didn't like the way he looked with his eyes closed.

[Link successful.]

In an instant, everything went black.

冷—

cold-

A dark wind blew through.

It was pitch black all around, with only a faint glow emanating from her body; nothing else could be seen.

[Host, the male protagonist's consciousness is trapped here. I can help you see your surroundings; the rest is up to you to find out.]

The next second, the surroundings were still dark, but Shen Qingqing's eyes flashed with a faint red light, and she could see everything clearly.

Ice, a thick layer of ice.

She stepped onto the ice, staring at her bare feet, and walked forward.

The girl wore a black dress, had short, straight black hair, and red eyes, as if she blended into the darkness.

In the system space, Xiao Lan records all of the host's actions.

In its eyes, Shen Qingqing was cold and aloof, never opening her heart, and it even suspected that everything about its host was an act.

There is no truth; we wear layers of masks.

Whoosh whoosh—

A cool breeze swept by, blowing the girl's hair and clothes, but she continued walking.

Her snow-white skin gradually turned red.

We finally arrived at a place.

Rooftop.

A familiar scene, with a young boy sitting there.

As the girl approached, the boy remained motionless, his dark pupils unfocused.

"Mu Jing".

Upon hearing the voice, the boy's pupils contracted slightly, and his gaze fell on the girl.

Shen Qingqing squatted down and stretched out her hand. Her fingers were red, as if they had been frozen.

"Cold?"

The boy opened his mouth, his voice hoarse, and looked at the girl's hand.

His brows furrowed slightly.

"not cold."

The cold was nothing to her, even though she had lost all feeling in her legs.

"Would you like to leave with me?"

Her voice was calm and cold, seemingly devoid of any emotion.

The boy didn't speak, just stared intently at the girl.

[Host, you must get the male lead out of here as soon as possible, otherwise his consciousness will collapse.]

The system's voice echoed in my mind.

Shen Qingqing withdrew her hand and sat down.

The boy beside her.

One minute, two minutes, three minutes...

[Host, aren't you in a hurry?]

Alone in the system space, Xiao Lan stared at the male protagonist's near-collapse mental state, her mind buzzing.

Not completing the hidden quest isn't a big deal, but if something happens to the male protagonist, it's questionable whether the entire instance can even survive.

"Qingqing."

The two words that came out of his mouth always had a sense of intimacy.

"You are the only one who came here."

"I want you to stay here with me."

"forever."

This was the longest sentence Shen Qingqing had ever heard Mu Jing say.

She looked around.

It was cold all around, and it was constantly freezing.

Cold.

This is how the world is in Mu Jing's eyes.

Unable to speak.

She hates everything.

They attempted to achieve a harmonious situation by disguising themselves.

She hates the world, but she doesn't want to destroy it.

Those disgusting, awful things, all of them...

But there is warmth there, though it doesn't belong to me.

She had longed for it, but it was too far away; someone like her didn't deserve it.

Perhaps filthy people deserve only to live a filthy life.

And so, that longing was lost.

They eventually became walking corpses.

"I'll accompany you."

"Mu Jing?"

Tears, drip, drip—

The tears streamed down the boy's cheeks, his expression blank, the tears as red as blood.

I feel so tired.

Searching for something...

He had been searching for something since birth, but he couldn't find it; he couldn't find anyone.

He doesn't like any of the people here.

He wanted to find someone, someone who would be with him forever and ever.

It seems not, it's not here.

So tired... He was so tired of living, but... death...

There is no difference between being alive and dead.

He is still alone…

Shen Qingqing touched Mu Jing's face, tears streaming down her fingers to the girl's wrist.

The boy's image was reflected in her eyes.

Is it real?

A silent inquiry.

Does anyone really care about her...?

With her fingers damp, she wiped away the tears from the boy's face.

"Don't cry."

And I'm sorry, she never considered this place to be the real world.