Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 593 I can too

"..."

Tears suddenly welled up in Sun Qin's eyes. She stared blankly at Wu Huimin in front of her, and gripped the other's hand tightly again, so tightly that Wu Huimin cried out in pain.

"Huimin! He's lying to you! He's lying to you, do you know that?!"

"Sun Qin!"

Sensing something was wrong, He Lingling and Shi Yuan immediately stepped forward and forcefully pushed Sun Qin away from Wu Huimin's hand.

Just kidding... If Wu Huimin and the others don't dare to touch it, do you think Sun Qin and the others, who are also human, wouldn't dare to touch it?

It's not a monster.

Sun Qin, who was pushed aside, staggered back a step. He Lingling subconsciously reached out to pull her, only to see Sun Qin crash directly into the exquisite and luxurious piano behind her, pressing down several keys heavily.

The off-key, shrill piano music made He and Shi frown and cover their ears at the same time, and it also woke up the not-quite-conscious Sun Qin.

Realizing what she had just done, Sun Qin almost choked on her breath. She stared blankly at Wu Huimin, who was sitting on the stool rubbing her wrists, and opened her mouth.

"what happened?"

Wu Huimin, who had returned to her normal human state, was somewhat puzzled. She looked at Wu Huimin, who was looking at her, and blinked.

"I already know."

"Brother Yao isn't a good person."

"Thank you, Qinqin."

After saying this, Wu Huimin stood up, gently rubbing the faint marks left on her wrists by the straps, and walked forward to hug Sun Qin.

Sun Qin, who had already regained consciousness: "..."

She froze instantly, trembling uncontrollably.

This...this is a genuine, truly bizarre NPC...and now, she's clinging to me and won't let go...good heavens, is she holding a grudge against me for choking her wrist earlier?

"Qinqin".

Wu Huimin's gentle voice rang in her ear:

"Please take a good look at the sheet music. We'll have a nice performance for our guests tonight."

Sun Qin's eyes widened: "What—"

Wu Huimin released her grip, stood upright, and slowly backed away under the astonished gazes of the three, eventually disappearing from the area.

"..."

He Lingling, Shi Yuan, and Sun Qin should all stop being silent.

Finally, Shi Yuan broke the silence, "What did Wu Huimin mean by what she just said?"

He Lingling, who knew absolutely nothing about the piano, subconsciously looked at Sun Qin:

Does this mean Sun Qin needs to practice the sheet music thoroughly?

Sun Qin, who was being stared at by the two men: "..."

Her lips twitched slightly, and she whispered, "Well, actually, I'm not very good at playing the piano..."

Shi Yuan had already turned his head away. "I should go mop the floor, otherwise Mr. Yao will probably yell at me when he comes back."

"...Then I have to keep wiping the tables; there are still quite a few tables left to wipe."

He Lingling was very quick to follow, and she walked towards the dance floor with Shi Yuan.

Sun Qin, who was staring in disbelief behind the two, said, "No, no, weren't you all ignoring me? I haven't finished speaking yet!"

He Lingling turned around and comforted her, "Sun Qin, you're the only one among us who can play the piano. Sigh, so I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to work a little harder."

Sun Qin: "...It's not like it's anything too difficult..."

This is a terrifying incident where she confronts a bizarre NPC all by herself!

"Those who are capable should do more and be rewarded more."

He Lingling comforted her again, then stepped down from the booth without any burden and quickly went to find the rag she had casually thrown away earlier.

Sun Qin: "..."

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but ultimately said nothing.

Actually, Sun Qin really wanted to ask He Lingling and Shi Yuan something... about how she had suddenly talked so much like a madwoman.

Sun Qin thought He Lingling and Shi Yuan would ask her what had happened, but to her surprise, the two of them turned around and left as if they hadn't seen anything.

This left Sun Qin feeling bewildered.

Just a second ago, she was thinking about what to say to get out of this mess...

But to be fair, Sun Qin was very grateful.

I'm grateful that He Lingling and Shi Yuan didn't pry into what happened to me just now... Actually, in a game instance, it wouldn't hurt to ask more questions.

But the two of them didn't ask anything and just left.

Sun Qin sat there in a daze for a while, and finally picked up the sheet music that Wu Huimin had left behind before she left, and began to look at it carefully.

The sheet music written by Wu Huimin faintly reveals a sense of resentment, no, it should be said that it reflects the collapse and pain in her heart when she wrote the sheet music... even some madness that wanted to drag others down with her.

This is the emotion Wu Huimin displayed when she was on the verge of collapse.

She actually... never believed what Mr. Yao said.

Wu Huimin never actually considered giving up on escaping.

She wanted to leave the ship; she wanted to kill everyone on board and destroy all life on it.

Sun Qin silently looked at the sheet music in front of her, which had been rewritten countless times, over and over again. After a long time, she tentatively raised her hand and began to test the sound.

"Dong - dong dong -"

As the piano's uniquely crisp and mellow tune began to play, Sun Qin's expression became increasingly complex.

How long has it been since I last touched a piano?

It's been about six or seven years, I guess.

She once said she would never touch the piano again... and she also cried at night, hugging her knees, wondering why she couldn't touch the piano anymore...

why?

Sun Qin lowered her head blankly.

Slender, delicate fingers, yet bearing undeniable roughness and calluses, played one crisp note after another on the black and white keys, much like the deep, raised white scars on the middle three fingers of her right hand.

Sun Qin remembered.

...Her fingers had been smashed off before.

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As the intermittent piano music reached her ears, He Lingling, who had just picked up a rag and was vigorously wiping the table legs, glanced up at Sun Qin, who was playing the piano with her back to her on the exhibition stand.

"Sun Qin really can play the piano."

He Lingling sighed casually.

She wasn't interested in the past that others didn't want others to know—unless, of course, the person involved was willing to talk about it.

He Lingling is quite happy to be someone to confide in (only when there is no danger).

"...Her hand must have been injured."

Shi Yuan, who was holding a mop and pretending to be diligently mopping the floor, glanced at Sun Qin's back and casually said:

"Otherwise, you wouldn't have played it so poorly."

Based on the piano pieces Shi Yuan had heard, Sun Qin could barely be considered a talented individual.

"???"

He Lingling, who had absolutely no artistic talent, humbly asked, "How did you figure that out?"

Why can't she hear anything?

"..."

Shi Yuan was silent for a few seconds, then said seriously, "What do you want to hear me say?"

"Are you referring to how many times I've heard famous musicians perform in real life... or is it that I can actually play the piano myself?"

He Lingling: "???"

"You can play the piano too?!"

"A little bit."

Shi Yuan coughed modestly.

"..."

He Lingling looked shocked: "Then why didn't you—"

Her words trailed off, and He Lingling's lips twitched slightly as she asked, "Are you scared?"

"..." Shi Yuan was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "It's alright."

"It's just that Wu Huimin didn't choose me."

Shi Yuan said, "Wu Huimin chose Sun Qin, not me, so there's no need for me to say that I can also play the piano."

"..."

He Lingling, speechless, lowered her head again and vigorously wiped the glass table, which could be used as a mirror, and sighed.

"...Being able to play the piano isn't necessarily a good thing."

“You heard that, didn’t you?” He Lingling said softly, “Those things Mr. Yao once said.”

“He is looking for a replacement, someone who can perfectly replace Wu Huimin.”

She can play the piano, is knowledgeable, beautiful, and has a well-behaved personality... a "substitute" that is easier to control.

This is Mr. Yao's idea.

The reason he "protected" Wu Huimin last night was simply because he was afraid that his "item," which he couldn't replace for the time being, would be broken by the guests.

That's it.

He Lingling felt disgusted by her thought last night that Mr. Yao was "pretty good".

In reality, Mr. Yao was nothing more than a pimp on this ship.

If the ship's female and male attendants could bring him any tangible benefits... he would reluctantly kneel down and beg the guests to spare his "person"...

This might be somewhat useful, since the guests might actually go a little easier on Mr. Yao out of consideration for his negligible "face".

But what's the use?

Who can bear even a little bit of the physical harm and psychological fear suffered by those girls?

It's nothing more than a disgusting, hypocritical "selfish mentality" that makes you want to vomit if you think about it seriously.

"..."

For some reason, Shi Yuan's expression became somewhat complicated, and she sighed softly:

“If it were before… I would have found it very difficult, no, I would never have thought about it so deeply.”

"Hmm?" He Lingling looked at her, frowning. "What?"

"Perhaps it's because of his high position?"

"?"

He Lingling's eye twitched slightly: "You, are very rich?"

Shi Yuan smiled, a rare occurrence. "Just kidding. No matter where you are, there will always be higher levels of exploitation. I am just one of the people who are arbitrarily exploited by the upper class."

After speaking, Shi Yuan paused for a second and added:

"To be precise, my family is relatively wealthy, and I am actually supported by others... I can only say that, I am not that capable."

But they do learn and see more than the average person.

This is beyond doubt.

"..." He Lingling didn't quite understand this, and she didn't want to know about it right now, so she hesitated and said:

"Shall we leave the dance floor for now and go look at other places?"

“...He Lingling”.

Shi Yuan looked at her and said, "There's no need to keep asking me. You've already thought it through yourself, haven't you?"

Sun Qin was actually quite "important" to them, since when she agreed to Wu Huimin's "request," she had already shielded He Lingling and Shi Yuan from most of the temptations.

...Oh right, He Lingling also has a brand left on her neck by some unknown, strange NPC.

If they were calm enough, the two people present would naturally know that this was actually a rare opportunity for them to find "clues and plot".

Even she could see it... Shi Yuan didn't believe that a seasoned player like He Lingling wouldn't have noticed.

"Ok."

Seeing that her thoughts had been seen through, He Lingling shrugged and said:

"Let's split up then. If we can go down to the first deck, or even... the third deck, that would be even better."

After they finished speaking, they looked at each other and saw seriousness in each other's eyes.

Yes, this ship has three decks.

Based on their current observations and understanding, the first and second decks of the ship are strictly hierarchical... Most of the crew members who do hard labor can only move around on the first deck, while the second deck is a place of relaxation and enjoyment for some blurry guests whose faces are not clearly visible... So what about the third deck?

He Lingling wanted to look for the stairs leading to the third-floor cabin.

Shi Yuan paused for a moment, then hesitated before saying, "Are you sure you can manage on your own? Your neck..."

Upon hearing this, He Lingling touched her neck. As time passed, the dark line on her neck seemed to be showing signs of becoming slightly raised—this was not a good thing.

Although He Lingling felt a vague sense of fear, she didn't show it on the surface. She smiled and pretended to relax, saying:

"We still don't know the purpose of the brand on the neck. If it's the kind of brand that could reveal our location at any time, even if we do find something... all our efforts will be in vain."

Who knows what the NPC monster who left the mark on He Lingling really wants to do!

"..." Shi Yuan closed his eyes and sighed, "It seems that activating talent skills is not a good thing after all."

Enabling players with prophetic talents comes at the cost of attracting more strange and unpredictable NPCs...

"That does have some advantages."

He Lingling thought for a moment and then smiled, "When I was blind, I always fantasized about whether a miracle would happen... and now it has happened, hasn't it?"

A blind person can see the world, a person who should have died can choose a different path after being reborn... This is a "miracle".

"..."

Shi Yuan gave a wry smile and shook his head, saying, "If that's the case, then we should all be grateful to Dawn Games."

"more or less."

He Lingling wrinkled her nose. "It's just that every time we encounter a dungeon, it's pretty disgusting."

"..."

Shi Yuan had nothing to say and finally agreed to He Lingling's suggestion to split up.

See you at the ball tonight.

He Lingling waved to Shi Yuan as he turned around and said with a smile:

"I hope you can also unlock your talent skill."

She was met with Shi Yuan's stiff back.

Talent... skill?

Shi Yuan reached out and grasped the slightly faded silver necklace around his neck, holding it tightly and deeply.

The sharp edge of the silver necklace pendant dug into Shi Yuan's palm, causing a sharp pain.

Will do.

Shi Yuan thought.

She will definitely unlock her talent skill... and then, she will live on and on in the Dawn Game forever.

Finally... I survived until I had accumulated one million points.

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Beside the booth.

Sun Qin, who was practicing in place, stopped her trembling hands with a headache.

She squeezed her numb, swollen, and sore right hand, loosening and clenching it little by little, repeatedly relaxing and clenching until the pain finally subsided.

Just as Sun Qin turned around after relaxing and was about to call for help, she saw the empty dance floor and dining table behind her.

Sun Qin: "..."

No, where are the two of them?!