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Jin Lin's scream interrupted the lively atmosphere in the dance practice room.

He stumbled, staggered and ran around the dance practice room, scattering Henry and the others who were dancing.

While running, he kept waving his hands in front of him, slapping the swarms of flying insects.

In the eyes of others, it is just beating the air.

"Jin Lin!" Jian Liang's face changed, and he strode up, "Control yourself!"

"Bugs! Lots of bugs! Bugs!" Jinlin screamed, "I won't jump anymore! I want to leave! Let me leave!"

The dancers gradually woke up from their intoxication and looked at Jinlin in panic.

Henry and the other three were rammed by Jin Lin, so they could only stop.

Zhu Wenye recovered from his trance, sat down on the floor, and couldn't stop panting.

Qian Yu's chest continued to heave, as if his soul was being poured with cold water just as his soul was about to burst into flames.The way he stared at Jinlin was like staring at an enemy.

Henry was very calm.For him, dancing is the least important thing.He looked at Jinlin who suddenly lost his composure, and couldn't help but go up to give him a hand—he was held back by Mattie Kanon.

"Leave it to the teacher." Mattie Kanon gestured to the teachers and comforted Henry in a low voice, "Jin Lin has been very nervous recently, it's okay, it's okay."

Nervous to the point of breaking down?

Henry watched the four teachers lift the struggling Jin Lin out of the dance practice room, and wanted to tell Zhang Xian what he had discovered, but he changed his mind when he thought of the abnormal interference in the elevator.

Let's wait until he leaves the tower, and there is no rush.

Just as he was thinking, a shadow cast in front of him.

The shawl-haired teacher who had asked the three of them to dance walked towards them again.

Qian Yu and Zhu Wenye's hearts immediately rose to their throats. They both played [-]% this time, and I don't know if they can catch the teacher's eyes.

"Zhu Wenye, Qian Yu..." The teacher was halfway through, when Jian Liang hurried over and interrupted him: "Meisha, come here."

The male teacher named "Meisha" followed Jian Liang to the side to talk. Although the boy who stayed there didn't know why, he widened his eyes in surprise when he heard the teacher called his name.

"Yeah, apart from Ning Xiaochi, Jinlin can't dance anymore." Qian Yu suddenly realized, "Now it's the three of us competing for two positions! I have a better chance of winning!"

Zhu Wenye also thought happily: "Sure enough, my efforts are not in vain. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared!"

Thinking of this, Zhu Wenye took another look at the "lost" Henry.

Henry's reaction was unexpectedly flat. He wasn't too anxious or disappointed, but seemed to be thinking about something.

Zhu Wenye thought: "Maybe he still doesn't know what a precious opportunity he has lost. What a pity."

The conversation between Teacher Meisha and Jian Liang was very short, and when she walked back again, there was a hint of surprise in her eyes.

He said to Zhu Wenye and Qian Yu: "You two, after I teach you all the moves, you practice for three days and dance again."

Said to Henry again: "You lead the dance."

Zhu Wenye and Qian Yu changed their expressions at the same time.

Teacher Meisha meant that they were fighting for Ning Xiaochi's position, and Henry was directly the lead dancer?

This, this is why!Henry danced fairly well, what's the point?

They didn't know that after Henry entered the tower, it was as if a white plastic wire was suddenly inserted into a mass of red, green and green wires.

Although it was covered in red, green, and green, it was too conspicuously white to hide for too long, and it was quickly discovered.

And no matter how hard these two teenagers tried, it was useless, because the judging criteria were not known to them.

Besides, what they are fighting for is fatal.

Teacher Mesa also didn't understand that Henry's dance steps were the most standard among the three, but they lacked that kind of passion|sense of dedication. Compared with the other two, he would rather choose the one with more emotion.

But this is Jian Liang's request, so Henry has to lead the dance.

Because what Jian Liang meant was basically what that person from Feixiantai meant.

He glanced vaguely at the height of the dance studio.

Several cameras turned slightly, all pointing at Henry.

Is this the rhythm of making Henry a Yongle superstar?

"look at me……"

black blood.

"Sincerity leads to spirit..."

Little black flying insects.

"Believe in me, you will live forever..."

A consistent smile.

"You will do whatever you want, and you will be omnipotent..."

Happy pale weird smile.

Jin Lin's headache was about to split.

Since he became the lead dancer, he has had nightmares all night long, and the dreams are full of black blood and bugs, which soak him, entangle him, and make him restless.

They wanted to make him a star, they crowned him.But he clearly saw that the crown was a bone painted with gold paint.

He has been silently enduring it, but the day after day of the sacrificial dance, let him see anyone's face, he will think of the flowing black blood and insects.

They want him to sacrifice, he will die, he must die!

Jin Lin couldn't take it anymore.

He would rather not be a lead dancer, not a superstar, but an ordinary person!

He is leaving!

Jinlin twitched as he was put into the elevator.

"Brush..." The elevator door closed.

It was pitch black and there was no light.

But Jinlin knew that this was not the car he took when he came here.

Because it's very narrow here.His height is 172, and he has to curl up a little to get in.

It's like...a box.

Or rather, a... coffin.

The coffin began to fall rapidly.

A sense of weightlessness enveloped Jinlin's whole body.

His eyes were full of intricate lines, which made him feel nauseated.

To make matters worse, the sacrificial dance song kept ringing in his ears. It was two keys higher than usual, and the speed was doubled. It sounded a bit like a weird laugh.

An old man's laugh, weird and greedy.

The old man's face was blurred, he opened his mouth, but there were no teeth in his mouth, only a black shadow of insects.

"Om-"

The shadows of insects covered the sky, occupying Jinlin's entire field of vision. He couldn't help arching his body to resist. The insects landed on him, bit his flesh, and burrowed into his ears and nostrils.

Tiny blood spots appeared one by one on the skin, densely packed.

In the center of each blood spot, there is a small black dot, which is the worm tail that has not yet penetrated completely.

Jinlin's whole body was in pain, numbness and itching, and there was nowhere to hide, no way to escape.

Suddenly a red halo enveloped the whole body.

Jin Lin smelled the smell of burnt flesh.

Fire, it's fire!

It's the fire from hell!

The flames will devour his body and soul together!

Why did he become like this?

Will he die?

Is he dying soon?

Does he really want to be a superstar?

Did he forget something?Is he alone?Why is he so fanatical?he……

………………

"Director! The patient suddenly has difficulty breathing and multiple organ failure!"

"Epinephrine injection 0.5... no, 1mg!"

"Doctor, doctor..."

"He has been in a coma for three months. The patient may be brain dead. Please family members..."

"—Wait, he's still alive! Still alive!"

"Hey, what kind of equipment are you putting on the patient! What are you doing, I'm going to call the police!"

"Hi doctor, this is our ID. I am Liu Sizhou from the special department, and this is our captain Xia Lizhao. Although he doesn't look like a good person, he is absolutely reliable in his work. It is urgent. We will wait until we save people."

"Director! The patient's condition is stable!"

………………

Jin Lin's eyes were blurred, maybe it was an illusion, but a soft red light was dimly lit in the flames.

There seemed to be a red figure walking towards the flames, gradually approaching.

The flames that had originally devoured him changed from aggressive to cowering.

Is this the angel who is going to take his soul?Or do you want to take away the black and white impermanence of his soul?

Jinlin watched the figure getting closer and closer blankly.

He fell into a cool embrace.

The red light disappeared.

Jin Lin fell asleep.

The night was hazy.

The corner of the flower wall maze.

The light of the red shield covering Zhang Xian's whole body gradually went out.

He frowned, looking at Jinlin who was unconscious.

One is not enough, come again?

There must be secrets hidden in this flower wall labyrinth - or, it is not without reason that there are few people here.

Zhang Xian narrowed his eyes slightly, two small shield-shaped flames lit up in his eyes, and he looked at the maze seriously again.

The color of the maze is the same as that of other places in Yongle Palace.

Zhang Xian then turned his gaze to the direction where Jin Lin came - a corner of the tower.

The color of the tower is very beautiful, light white.In most cases, white means harmless.

But is it really harmless?

Henry has not contacted himself for an hour.

Henry is not a real human being, so it's nothing to do two things at once, even multi-threading.

The connection in the brain is convenient and fast. Although one of them is indoors and the other is outdoors, they are in contact almost all the time.

Most of the time, Henry took the initiative to start, asking some questions, or complaining about something.Zhang Xian answered, or chatted with him.

It's not a big deal, and it's not limited to any topic, just talk when you have something to say, and stop when you have nothing to say.

But it was the first time that Henry didn't speak for an entire hour like this time.

Calculate the time, it is about from entering the tower.

He didn't try to contact Henry impatiently just because he lost contact with Henry.

He and Henry had analyzed before that the sacrificial dance might be dangerous, and Henry's mission was to detect intelligence, not to take risks.

Maybe Henry made a new discovery, maybe there was an accident.

You can't scare the snake with grass, but it's okay to really scare the snake with grass.

The worst ending is to turn back into a little yellow duck.

"—It's okay. It's smaller and I can't run around. It's actually good."

Zhang Xian thought.

Anyway, no matter what the little guy comes up with, he just takes care of it.

Zhang Xian looked at the tower, and then at Jin Lin who was thrown out of the tower like trash.

"Should provide some clues."

Zhang Xian began to examine Jinlin's wound.

The exposed parts of Jinlin's body were red and swollen, as if he had been burned by a fire, and blisters appeared one after another.

The visual inspection was moderate burns.

The best way to deal with burns is not to smear some toothpaste and soy sauce on it, but to wash it with running cold water for more than ten minutes at a stretch.

Zhang Xian struggled to pick up Jinlin, walked to the fountain, and threw him into it roughly.

Fortunately, he had overhauled it during the day, and the fountain pool did not leak electricity, otherwise Jinlin would not have enjoyed this treatment.

In the cold water, Zhang Xian cut off a lot of Jinlin's dance practice clothes - this is also the correct way to deal with burns. If the water is not soaked through, the clothes may stick to the skin, and it will burn if it is torn off. Tear off the clothes together with the flesh, and then it will be difficult to grow the skin a little bit.

Jin Lin felt that he was engulfed in a sea of ​​flames, and fell into an ice cave at another time. Under the attack of cold and heat, he gradually regained his sanity, opened his mouth, and choked on saliva: "Ahem..."

He saw a full moon, high in the sky.

It was deserted and lonely.

But Jinlin felt extremely kind.

He is still alive.

"Talk about?"

Jin Lin turned his head suddenly, and saw a patrolman with black hair and black eyes.

"Tell me about how you got burns all over your body."

The author has something to say: Brother Yan: I really found a clue, although you didn’t see it~