I've died 47 times in this game, so I've decided to sell it.

Everyone in the carriage drank Himeko's coffee, even Dan Heng didn't refuse.

The power of this light cone is truly strong. Once the rules are established, they are enforced, and even the person with the strongest willpower cannot resist it.

The only downside was that the side effects also affected him, and he, like everyone else, drank the coffee.

But what are those minor side effects?

Compared to the powerful capabilities brought by the light cone.

Isn't it just a news anchor's voice plus a flight attendant's bow?

He can handle this amount of stuff.

Therefore, this light cone is no longer for sale.

To avoid falling into the hands of others and becoming someone else's tool.

He got out of bed, straightened his clothes, and pushed open the door to leave the room.

He had only taken two steps when he suddenly stopped.

Not far ahead, Xing was crouching low, moving stealthily down the corridor.

He glanced left and right, holding the baseball bat to his chest, exuding an aura of "carrying out a secret mission."

Qi Ye silently approached the wall, held his breath, and stood behind her.

Then he slapped her on the shoulder and brought his face close to her ear, growling in a low voice.

"What are you doing!"

Xing bounced up half an inch, almost dropping the bat from his hand.

She turned around abruptly, and only after recognizing Qi Ye did she poke him hard in the stomach with her baseball bat.

"Are you a dog?"

"You're the dog, you're the same kind as Peipei."

Qi Ye rubbed his stomach, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a big smile, clearly extremely satisfied with the effect of this sneak attack.

"What are you doing sneaking around so early in the morning?"

Looking for treasure chests again? Didn't Himeko say there weren't any treasure chests on the train?

Xing hugged the baseball bat back to his arms, looked around, and lowered his voice:

"It's not about finding a treasure chest. Himeko asked me to gather everyone in the observation car, saying she has something important to announce."

"Then why are you acting so suspiciously? Just go and call someone."

"I can't find a room for March 7th."

Xing's expression was completely open and without any flaws.

"By the way, I'd like to see if there's a treasure chest in March 7th's room."

She just told me on the train that the room is very big, and there might be a hidden treasure chest inside.

Did you notice that when she described the room earlier, she specifically mentioned that there were no treasure chests? That's actually quite suspicious.

Qi Ye was stunned for a moment.

If Xing said that to someone else, they would think it was nonsense.

But when it comes to Xing, this girl doesn't even spare a suitcase on the space station.

Now, suspecting that there's a treasure chest hidden in March 7th's room is practically her usual tactic.

And to be honest, he was also quite curious about what March 7th's room looked like.

"Count me in."

Qi Ye lowered his voice, a subtle smile similar to Xing's appeared on his face.

"Deal. We'll split the spoils 50/50 if the treasure chest is found."

There are no treasure chests on the train.

However, the deal was made.

The two moved silently down the corridor, like two cats.

Xing's footsteps were so light they were almost silent.

After all, he honed his stealth skills by scavenging supplies on the space station.

Qi Ye followed closely behind, keeping watch for her at the corner.

We finally found the room for March 7th; there was a small pink sign hanging on the door.

The two looked at each other and nodded.

Xing gripped the doorknob and began to turn it. Click—the door wasn't locked.

The two tiptoed open the door and slipped inside, crouching low.

The room was even cozier than I had imagined.

Several Polaroid photos were pasted on the wall.

There was a row of small potted plants on the windowsill, and a rabbit-shaped nightlight on the bedside table.

And on that bed covered with pink sheets.

March 7th was lying on her side, holding a pillow in her arms, wrapped tightly in a blanket.

Only a face that looked extremely peaceful while sleeping was visible.

The corners of his mouth were still turned up; I wonder what sweet dreams he was having.

Xing has already begun her treasure hunt.

She silently pulled open the bedside table drawer and rummaged through it a couple of times.

A few hair ties, a notepad, and half a pack of uneaten cookies.

She picked up the cookie, looked at it, and then put it in her pocket.

Qi Ye stood by the bed, looking down at March 7's face, which was sleeping soundly and without any guard, and suddenly paused.

He has seen many different expressions on March 7th.

Angry, disgusted, gloating, laughing uproariously.

There's also the look of someone whose eyes are swollen and red after blocking a laser beam on the rooftop.

But he had never seen March 7th asleep.

When she's awake, she's always in a rush, either scolding people or chasing after him with a camera in hand.

But at this moment she lay quietly in bed, hugging her pillow.

It looks like a completely harmless, silly rabbit.

Qi Ye, as if possessed, squatted down and brought his face closer.

Then he reached out and gently pinched March 7's cheek.

It feels great, soft and warm.

He pinched it again.

"What are you doing?"

Xing's voice came from the side, and it was quite loud; in the quiet room, it was almost like a thunderclap.

Qi Ye jolted and turned his head sharply.

He put his index finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture, lowered his voice, and gritted his teeth:

"Keep your voice down! You sneaked in, you know that!"

"Can't treasure hunters have some professional ethics?! Go rummage through your drawers!"

Xing tilted her head, looked at the posture of Qi Ye squatting by March 7's bed, and then looked at the hand that had just pinched her cheek.

Instead of leaving, she leaned the baseball bat against the wall, squatted down, and moved closer to March 7th.

She sleeps like a pig.

Xing observed carefully for a few seconds, then reached out and pinched March 7's other cheek.

She pinched it once, then pinched it again, and then turned to look at Qiye.

"This is so much fun."

"Right?"

Qi Ye pinched it again.

The two squatted beside March 7's bed, one on the left and one on the right, pinching March 7's cheeks in sync.

March 7th's sleeping face was slightly deformed by their pinching.

He made a muffled, indistinct sound, but he still hadn't woken up.

"Her face is softer than yours."

Xing drew a conclusion.

How do you know what my face feels like?

"You caught me with your face when I was swatted away by the Doomsday Beast."

"You've got a tough face."

"...That's because you bumped into me and made it swollen."

March 7th's eyeballs rolled under its eyelids once, then slowly opened.

Those sleepy eyes blinked twice, and the pupils gradually focused.

The image is frozen on two faces that are extremely close together in front of me.

Qi Ye's fingers were still pinching her left cheek, and Xing's fingers were still pinching her right cheek.

The air freezes.

"What are you two doing in my room?!"

Chapter 28 Big Slap

March 7th stood with his hands on his hips, looking down at the two people in front of him with a huff.

Qi Ye and Xing knelt obediently on the floor, each with a bright red handprint on their face.

The one on the left belongs to Qiye, and the one on the right belongs to Xing. They are symmetrical and the force is even.

It is evident that March 7th has a high level of expertise in the art of slapping.

"You two barged into my room early in the morning and pinched my cheeks, and you even pinched them symmetrically on both sides, didn't you!"

March 7th's voice rose at least one octave higher, and the roots of his ears still had a faint red tinge.

I don't know if it was because I was angry or because I had just woken up.

Qi Ye and Xing simultaneously raised their hands to touch the red marks on their faces, then simultaneously lowered them.

Qi Ye's brain was working at lightning speed.

He glanced at March 7's face, which was practically steaming, and then at Xing beside him.

He made a decisive and extremely rational decision: "It's better to sacrifice a fellow Daoist than to sacrifice myself."

"March 7th, here's what happened."

Qi Ye straightened his back, his expression sincere.

"Xing wanted to come to your room to find a treasure chest, and I couldn't stop her, so I followed her in to keep an eye on her."

By the way, Himeko asked me to wake you up so we can meet in the observation car.

"It's true, Himeko said so. I came with a mission."

Xing turned her head, her eyes wide with disbelief.