Chapter 125: Bloody Mary (nine) wishes come true

Xin Meng held her phone in front of her eyes and looked at the black screen for a moment.
Press the HOME button with your thumb, the screen lights up, ten digits are neatly arranged, and the dial button is bright green.
Putting down the phone, Xin Meng slowly lowered her head and looked at the wall next to her body. The place where the palm fits into a round, neat hole.
Like a dark round eye, quietly staring at him.
Xin Meng rubbed her eyes, turned and crouched down, touching the hole with her unbelieving hand, and of course passed through it without encountering any obstacles.
He froze for a while, suddenly, as if waking up like a dream, instead of continuing to look at the wall, he turned on the phone again, pressed according to the number in his memory, tapped the green with his fingertips, and dialed out.
"Beep—beep--didi!"
The call is connected!
Xin Meng couldn't help but hold her back. When she was about to speak, she heard that the other party had already spoken.
"Where?"
Xin Meng hesitated, "In ... in the rotten building next to Commercial Street ..."
"Well. What happened?" You Yi's calm voice came from the earpiece.
He wasn't here and didn't ask who was on the phone, but he seemed to know everything.
"Shen Tu ... Shen Tukou killed Olivia!" Xin Meng went back to God and told him roughly what happened. "He and NPC are collaborating. I want to lead you into a trap. What are you doing now? kind?"
"Solved." You Yi said briefly. "Wait for me to come to you."
"No," Xin Meng shook her head. "I ... seems to know what to do."
Hanging up the phone, Xin Meng's eyes fell on that wall again.
With two points of hesitation, three points of curiosity, and five points of inexplicable intuition, he put the palm of his right hand gently on the right side of the hole, and then five fingers fell in sequence.
This time, every change in the wall never escaped Xin Meng's eyes.
The original cold and hard walls seemed to be melted into sand, slowly flowing down his palm. This mud is like a living, flexible swimming, serpentine, streamer flashing data, which is an advanced operator in the computer.
The illusion composed of data finally returned to its original nature, and changed back to its original nature. There was no hard feel anymore, and the bright temperature, like a plume of smoke, but like a gentle wave, wavy and tangled around Xin Meng's fingertips.
It seems to be touchable, and it seems to be just a phantom.
Xin Meng held them in his hand.
That string of data began to condense again, showing another appearance. Finally, a machete exactly the same as Shen Tukou's hand appeared in Xin Meng's palm.
A second black hole was left on the wall, and his eyes made up a pair.
Xin Meng pursed her lips and clenched the handle of the machete, and the machete turned into a data stream again, just like the dough formed by a machine. The blue streamer passed through it, reorganized again, and became an electric saw.
The chainsaw is not invisible, but even the weight is very realistic. When the switch is turned on, a familiar buzzing sound is emitted.
Xin Meng took the chainsaw and inserted it horizontally under her two eyes to cut a straight mouth.
He looked at the face on the wall, and that face looked at him.
With an inexplicable melancholy and grievance.
Xin Meng sighed.
...
Shen Tukou stayed at the door and stared up at the only staircase that could go down to the first floor. His chin was very high. In his imagination, he was the one who could dominate everything, especially the lives of others.
This was his second moment of enjoyment. First, it was time to really dismember the human body.
Shen Tukou's life can be described as a legend. On the day of his thirty-second birthday, he was arrested by the police who broke into the house. At this point, all the 137 murders he committed have been made known to the world, which immediately caused the entire society. panic.
From the first manslaughter to the last corpse fragmentation, which lasted ten years, involving six countries, 150 dead, and more than 300 families lost their loved ones ...
He has to endure the scolding of hundreds of people every second, and tens of thousands of people can't wait for him to die immediately, even the police questioning him can't help beating him.
But is he afraid? No, he was never afraid.
From his first murder, the pain of being bullied from a young age instantly turned into the pleasure of insulting others, and quickly made him addicted. He enjoyed the kind of weapon that dominated the lives of others and looked at others in his hands. The joy of being dismembered and never tire of it.
In the end he was sentenced to death, but he didn't know why, but instead came here.
This is nothing better, he can continue to kill!
He waited anxiously and excitedly, looking forward to it, anxious that the boy appeared in front of himself immediately, and obediently let himself be cut off, and he even hoped that the other person could understand for himself: there is no doubt that he must die anyway. How about it?
Soon, his wish came true--halfway.
Xin Meng did appear at the entrance of the stairs. He looked down at him quietly. When he smiled and lifted the machete and steel bar, the other person also raised a huge thing in his hand, the chainsaw.
"Oh!"
Shen Tukou: "..."
He didn't say a word, turned and ran, and almost lost his glasses!
He is a murderous man, not dementia. Although he does n’t know where Xin Meng got the weapon, he still knows he ca n’t fight at this moment. As a smart person who knows current affairs, he can slip away!
However, this shame caused deeper anger in his heart. He wrote a note to Xin Meng in his heart, and when he found a better weapon, or a more appropriate opportunity, he must unload him and keep it. At the end, he beheaded again, letting him taste his dismemberment alive!
Shen Tukou's nose fluttered, and he panted hard, his eyes were bloodshot, and he disappeared outside the building unwillingly.
Xin Meng couldn't catch up with him, and didn't plan to chase him. He had no hobby of killing. He could scare people away without cutting them into pieces with a chainsaw. It couldn't be better.
When he walked slowly to the door with the chainsaw turned off, You Yi also arrived.
The man glanced at the weapon in his hand, and there was no response. He didn't even ask him about his safety, but said, "NPCs are alive."
Of course, even Xin Meng didn't think there was anything wrong with him. He was holding a chainsaw. If the other party was desperately asking for warmth, he would either be diligent and attentive or hypocritical. You Yi is definitely not this kind of person.
It's just that You Yi didn't ask him about the chainsaw, or where the mobile phone came from. This made Xin Meng a little tight-hearted, as if there was something full to tell, but he was choked back, as to what to tell I couldn't make it clear, so I nodded and said nothing.
"About the task, I'm a little bit brow." Seeing him unhappy, You Yi moved his eyes and mentioned another thing.
Xin Meng now has a little interest: "Oh? What's going on?"
"I caught the captive NPC, and your mirror ghost appeared, identifying him as a murderer, following her one day, killing her, dismembering the body and burying it in the courtyard at 99 Fortune Street, it was you "You saw it." You Yi said, "The mirror ghost suggested that he could not be killed, but he must be thrown to jail for a minimum sentence of 300 years."
"Three hundred years?" Xin Meng was taken aback.
"There is no death penalty in this world, only life imprisonment with no ceiling." You Yi said.
Xin Meng nodded, expressing understanding, "Instead of letting the other party die immediately without consciousness, it is better to use up their life to confess their sins. What about them?"
"All are at 99 Xingfu Street. The mirror ghost is guarding the NPC. College students call the police and wait for the police to arrest and stay there."
"This solves the problem of the task. It turned out that Jing Gui asked me to kill that person in order to get revenge ... and so on, is it the same for other teammates' Jing Gui?" Xin Meng asked.
"It's very likely," You Yi continued, "the majority of female players may be a reminder, mainly based on brain reasoning."
"Or," Xin Meng proposed the analysis from another angle. "It is precisely because there are so many women in this team that they will be put into this copy to maintain a balance of difficulty?"
Looking at Xin Meng, who was slightly meditating, Yu Yi's eyes became deeper and deeper.
I'm afraid Xin Meng himself didn't notice it. I don't know when he started to fundamentally change his perspective and standpoint of thinking.
At first, it was from the players and the team. What they thought about was how to clear the level, what kind of props to get, and what conditions to complete. Later, it gradually became analysis, analyzing the intent of the game, the purpose of the game, and looking for loopholes and opportunities. At this point, I can still think that it is still for customs clearance, but the vision is broader and more comprehensive.
But now, his thinking is no longer the player, not even the position of the NPC, GM. When he encounters problems, the first thing he thinks of is the balance of the game, the maintenance of the game, and the distribution of players.
Like a long conference table, he was originally at this end, it was cute, every subsequent meeting, he had to change a seat, change another seat, move a chair and a chair forward, and finally, finally got to At the other end of the table-where he was supposed to sit.
The roles have changed and everything will be different.
...
The two returned to 99 Xingfu Street. The police had taken the murderer away. The two female college students did not know where to find the two broken wooden benches, and were sitting in the yard and sipping seeds.
Seeing them coming back, they beckoned and said with a smile: "Come to eat?"
Xin Meng: "..."
Who was it that scared me before? This is too heartless!
Xiaojia said: "The mirror ghost has disappeared, and let me thank you for it."
Fifi scratched her head and complained: "I was miserable. I was strangled before. It was nothing wrong."
You Yi did not accept the task, nor was she coerced by the mirror ghost. Thinking from this perspective, she was indeed involved.
Xin Meng wanted to know where their NPCs would go after completing the task, and asked, "Where are you going now?"
Xiao Jia replied naturally: "Of course it is back to school, and there are classes to go! Today there are old antique classes, you must call each time."
Xin Meng nodded and let them go.
There were only two people left in the courtyard. Xin Meng and You Yi looked at each other and decided to find other players besides Shen Tukou.
But when one foot just stepped out of the hospital door, Xin Meng moved in her heart and suddenly had some not-so-feeling premonition.