This action reminded him of the footage he had secretly seen on the surveillance camera. At that moment, Yi Heye's mind suddenly cleared. He thought, if he were to unbutton all of Jian Yunxian's clothes in one go, wouldn't that prove that Jian Yunxian was an AI...?
Just as he was about to press on and tear his clothes in half, the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.
"They're all busy," Pei Xiangjin's voice came. "Looks like they're not in this room, so let's not disturb them."
"Hey, right, let's go, let's go!" The little follower impatiently closed the door.
With a click, the door closed. Yi Heye had only just begun to tear his clothes, and their lips hadn't even fully parted when Jian Yunxian looked down at him and laughed first.
He gently helped Yi Heye pull up his coat, which had slipped down to his arms, and then looked up without any hesitation.
At this moment, Yi Heye's hand was still in the action of unbuttoning his shirt and had not yet withdrawn. The blush on his face had not yet faded when the kiss on his lips suddenly disappeared.
He stared at Jian Yunxian in a daze, still thinking about whether to just tear it up in one go, when Jian Yunxian's voice suddenly brought him back to reality: "What, still not willing to stop?"
Yi Heye's face flushed red again in an instant, and he quickly reached out to push the person away from him.
He frantically shoved himself into the corner, like a mushroom facing the wall in repentance, tidying his clothes while frantically touching his lips.
He kissed her, damn it. Yi Heye's long-delayed reaction finally caught up—he and Jian Yunxian had kissed!
At this moment, Jian Yunxian also buttoned up the buttons he had half-undone, and his teasing voice came again:
"So shy? Weren't you pretty fierce when you bit me just now?"
Yi Heye didn't dare turn around. Just listening to what he was saying made his ears bleed—he had no idea that this person was distorting the truth. He had only accidentally bumped into something, but it was maliciously misinterpreted as him biting him.
Then, Jian Yunxian walked around to his side and kindly reminded him, "It's reacting."
Reminded by him, Yi Heye suddenly looked down and saw that he was indeed as aggressive as he had said, and his mentality really collapsed.
Jian Yunxian: "Do you need my help?"
"?!" Yi Heye looked up and glared at him. "No!"
He pressed his head against the wall, and after trying to calm himself for a long time, he still couldn't wait for the pain to subside naturally. Finally, he weakly protested, "...Don't talk."
Jian Yun chuckled and obediently shut up, making Yi Heye even more embarrassed.
The two sides remained deadlocked for quite some time, with Yi Heye unable to make a single move. Finally, Jian Yunxian waved his hand and adjusted Yi Heye's stats:
"I've adjusted your appearance parameters, so at least it's not noticeable now. You can fix it yourself after you're done playing."
Yi Heye lowered his head, feeling that the unbearable heat had not subsided, but the fighting spirit in his important parts was no longer visible.
He looked up angrily: "Why didn't you say so sooner?!"
It made him dawdle in the same spot for ages, and the longer he dawdled, the worse things got.
Jian Yunxian: "Didn't you say you didn't want any help?"
Yi Heye: "..."
Of course, he wouldn't admit that he had misunderstood.
After his appearance returned to normal, Yi Heye loosened his collar uncomfortably. He glanced at Jian Yunxian secretly, then quickly turned his head away in annoyance.
He'd rather watch those perverts messing around than see Jian Yunxian even once more, not even once!
His mind was in complete chaos, filled with thoughts of kissing, he was going crazy.
Just then, Jian Yunxian's voice exploded like fireworks in the back of my head: "Such a strong reaction, could it be your first kiss?"
Yi Heye froze abruptly, his face flushing red again—this was the first time in twenty-five years that he felt ashamed of the unusually long lifespan of his first kiss.
Having gotten the answer he wanted, Jian Yunxian smiled even more broadly: "But this is just a game, so there's no need to take it too seriously."
These words made Yi Heye realize belatedly that he had almost forgotten he was still in the game, but for some reason, they also made him feel a little annoyed—he didn't know what he was annoyed about.
“Of course, you can take it seriously if you want,” Jian Yunxian said.
The next second, Yi Heye snapped Jian Yunxian's still-healing finger with a "crack".
[Jian Yunxian: HP-1]
Jian Yunxian lowered her head again, clutching her fingers and weeping with pity.
"Honey, let's break a different one next time," Jian Yunxian said pitifully. "Tormenting the same one all the time can easily cause problems."
They were hoping something bad would happen to him. Seeing his miserable state, the easily appeased Yi Heye finally felt a sense of relief.
Fortunately, Jian Yunxian didn't hold a grudge. He took out the gauze he always carried as a doctor and cleanly replenished the little bit of HP he had lost, then went downstairs to the bar.
Jian Yunxian was probably also disguised as an NPC, as he brushed past the two cops at the bar without being recognized.
Yi Heye hid in his hood and secretly observed Jian Yunxian from the second floor—although his intuition told him that the guy was innocent, out of respect for his profession and out of a dislike for this person’s innate aura, Yi Heye decided to remain suspicious of him.
He watched as the man, with his bandaged fingers twitching, took two glasses of lemonade from the bartender and went upstairs to stand in front of him.
"We don't sell milk here." Jian Yunxian handed one of the cups to himself. "Have something iced to cool down."
Yi Heye was parched from what had just happened, so he grabbed the cup without hesitation and drank it all in one gulp—the thirst was gone, but the fire in his body was still burning fiercely.
He knew that this thirst quenching was just a trick by the brain-computer interface acting on the cerebral cortex. If he really wanted to drink water, he had to end the game as soon as possible.
So he frowned, threw away the butterfly knife he had scavenged, and rushed back into room 204.
The AI lying on the sofa had just finished and was smoking in a daze, completely naked.
His poor physical condition and collapsed mental defenses had left Yi Heye with no patience to continue.
He wanted to get home as soon as possible, so the first thing he did was find a place where SHEEP couldn't see him to cool down, then drink a glass of milk to soothe his emotions. Once he had almost forgotten about what happened today, he would go back to bed and get a good night's sleep.
Having been subjected to too much stimulation, Yi Heye was numb. He reached out and grabbed the naked man, dragged him to a secluded spot, pointed the knife at his throat, and twisted it, causing another mass of machinery to scatter.
However, just as the human form fell apart, the meat strip let out an extremely piercing scream, as if a fingernail was rubbing against a blackboard, so sharp that it made people want to vomit.
The frenzied crowd around them was also frightened by the sound and scattered in all directions.
Yi Heye was initially struck by the stab and his ears rang. He quickly reacted and delivered a flying kick to the guy's head.
With a loud bang, the machine's head flew several meters away, but the agonizing screams continued unabated.
The sound was so loud and shrill that Yi Heye immediately realized something was wrong and wanted to leave the scene.
However, it was too late. The moment Yi Heye turned to escape, Pei Xiangjin and his obsessive-compulsive partner, following the scream, flanked Yi Heye from both sides and trapped him between them.
Unlike villains in TV dramas who would spout a long string of nonsense before taking action, these two men, the moment they stood still, raised their guns in perfect unison and fired two shots, pointing them directly at Yi Heye's head.
At this moment, the NPCs in the corridor were all frightened and hid in the rooms. In the narrow space, Yi Heye had nowhere to escape from being attacked from both sides.
But he was a professional athlete after all. The moment he fired, he assessed the situation, grabbed the railing, and leaped over to the outside of it.
This height was at least six or seven meters above the ground, making it no less dangerous than jumping off a building. Seeing that their guns were pointed at him again, Yi Heye grabbed the decorative curtain hanging on the wall, swung gently, and used the cushioning to land on the ground.
The location was quite high, and perhaps because the pain was amplified, Yi Heye felt his calves go numb from the impact. At that moment, he desperately missed that leopard tail.
At this moment, Pei Xiangjin, an NPC who had not activated the pain sensitivity, fired a shot in his direction and jumped directly from the second floor, landing steadily in front of Yi Heye.
His obsessive-compulsive partner, on the other hand, was much more refined. While aiming, he chose a very civilized way to nervously run down the stairs.
Both of them had top-tier equipment. Yi Heye could see that their equipment inventory was full of gold-tier gear, while his own pockets only contained a few knives he had scavenged from NPCs.
Surrounded by people, the crowd was so dense that there was no time to retreat. Seeing Pei Xiangjin pointing a gun at him, the morally bankrupt Yi Heye simply grabbed a passerby and used him as a shield.
While holding the hostage, Yi Heye backed away, saying, "Isn't it inappropriate for the police to shoot civilians indiscriminately?"
With a "bang," the NPC's head exploded instantly, and he slumped down in his hand.
"Don't try to twist my words. It's just a game character." Pei Xiangjin cocked his gun again. "Unnecessary moralizing can lead to psychological problems."
Seeing that he couldn't fool him, Yi Heye quickly picked up the corpse again and used it to take a few more bullets for himself.
At this moment, the screaming mechanical head still did not stop. The piercing screams were like an alarm, making people feel panicked.
You can't quit the game during a single battle, but Yi Heye can sense that if he were hit by that person's weapon while playing the game, the stress reaction alone would cause him to suffer heart overload and die instantly.
Right now, with only a melee weapon in hand, he has no chance to get close to those two. The only way is to complete this mission quickly and forcefully end this game.
Yi Heye looked up at the second floor where the sound was coming from, and a strong premonition told him that this should be the last AI in the entire game, the key to unlock the door to the game.
So he quickly took cover, spotted the direction, and planned to move quickly up to the second floor.
However, Pei Xiangjin and his henchmen cooperated very well, flanking them from the left and right, and Yi Heye, who had no gun, couldn't even restrain them.
At this moment, the blue cooling bar on the portable Destruction Submachine Gun in Pei Xiangjin's hand had been fully loaded. Yi Heye broke out in a cold sweat when he heard the system's notification that the ammunition was being refilled.
As a weapons expert, he knew what this weapon meant. If this cannon were to fire, not only would his mortal body be reduced to ashes instantly, but the marble column in front of him, which was three or four meters in diameter, would also be reduced to ashes in an instant.
Yi Heye thought with a sense of despair, cold sweat dripping down his face. He might not even feel the pain before it was over.
With a soft "click," the ammunition was fully loaded, and Yi Heye could almost hear the sound of him slowly pulling the trigger in the air.
"Excuse me, may I pass by?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice rang out, and the expected annihilation did not occur.
Yi Heye observed from the shadows that Jian Yunxian stumbled and rushed over from nearby, his hand seemingly accidentally touching the submachine gun in Pei Xiangjin's hand.
Startled, Pei Xiangjin raised her hand, her gaze briefly drawn to Jian Yunxian.
Yi Heye quickly understood his meaning and broke through the encirclement to enter the next cover.
The obsessive-compulsive partner's marksmanship wasn't as accurate as Pei Xiangjin's; he grazed Yi Heye's heels a few times but failed to hit him at all.
As Yi Heye rushed to the second floor, he glanced at Pei Xiangjin out of the corner of his eye.
After a seemingly accidental touch, the man's submachine gun appeared to jam. The officer pulled the trigger a few times without success, then frowned as he went to change the prop, shouting, "Yu Yili, fire at him!"
It turned out that the person with obsessive-compulsive disorder was Yu Yili. As Yi Heye leaped up to the second floor, he recalled this familiar name—the name of the forensic doctor on the autopsy report.
Are forensic doctors being used as field workers? Is the security department really that short of talent?
Just as he was thinking this, Yi Heye had already leaped to the side of the screaming head.
A closer look at its structure reveals that it is actually quite simple; all the core data is concentrated in the head, so it is not considered dead even after being separated from the body.
Amidst the dense hail of bullets, Yi Heye scooped up the head, raised his knife, and pried it into the man's mouth with a "plop."
The next second, Mr. Yi, a highly skilled dismantler, quickly disassembled the iron head into eight pieces, finally peeling back the layers of its skull like an onion, revealing a chip inside.
Yi Heye threw it on the ground, and the screams finally stopped the moment he stomped on it.
The NPCs who had been rustling and hiding downstairs had disappeared, but Pei Xiangjin and Yu Yili still did not give up and rushed towards him with their guns raised.
At this moment, Yi Heye had been forced into a dead end. Seeing two police officers approaching him, he stared nervously at the mission panel.
Finally, the kill count was incremented by one, and a notification popped up indicating that the current level's mission was complete.