Love, death, and false man

Chapter 35. Illusion of Killing

A girl from Class 2, Grade 11 is looking for you and wants to meet you in the fire escape of the auditorium.

The mirrored reflection of the overlapping window glass cut Lu Cheng's face into two misaligned halves, his eyes seemingly seeping out asphalt-like darkness.

He turned his head, zipped up his No. 6 Middle School uniform jacket, calmly got up from his combat chair, and went to keep his appointment.

Fang Yan naturally wouldn't tell Wang Ying directly that he was the one looking for him; it was a prank. He was telling her that a girl in his class liked him and that she should come to the fire escape to accept his confession.

9/26—14:44
The auditorium, the fire escape, and the eerie green light of EXIT made the piles of discarded costumes and props look sinister and terrifying.

Lu Cheng doesn't smoke. After arriving at the fire escape, he didn't see any girls confessing their love, only a large group of male high school students smoking.

There was also a man who stood out from the crowd, wearing a medical mask and holding a Hongtashan cigarette. He had pulled the mask down to his chin to smoke, but none of that mattered. He was pointing at himself with a Colt M2000, while the other students smoking around him seemed oblivious to his strange behavior and were simply ignored.

In the [Hunter Channel].

Even if the fire escape isn't a singularity, it's like another dimension, where no one knows what's happening in the channel.

"Oh?"

Fang Yan exhaled a long puff of smoke, stubbed out his cigarette, and pointed the gun at the man. The man remained remarkably calm, which was highly suspicious. Indeed, as Wang Ying had said, the man was quite handsome, with short hair less than an inch long standing up like steel needles, and striking features. You really deserve to die.

Why are you pointing a toy gun at me?

Lu Cheng remained calm and composed, his tone indifferent.

boom!
Fang Yan pulled the trigger, and the bullet shattered the LED light at the EXIT emergency exit, flashing sparks before pointing back at Lu Cheng.

Wang Ying and other senior high school students, who were smoking in the fire escape, were completely unaware and assumed it was just a short circuit.

Lu Cheng raised an eyebrow. Could there really be such a high-class terrorist or charlatan in No. 6 Middle School, who actually had the audacity to take the initiative to attack?

He hasn't confirmed his identity yet, which is why he hasn't attacked me. Because of the recent surge in safety incidents and the introduction of new regulations, I haven't looked for toys in a long time. That's why I'm keeping the appointment. Is it a trap? It's really unexpected.

But now is the best time to take action. Under high pressure, one's behavior and thoughts will inevitably become distorted. If one waits until the stage of violence and threats is reached, one will only be put on the defensive.

Even without fully investigating the other party's capabilities and tactics, we have no choice but to take the initiative.

Genetic recombination causes instantaneous transformation, transforming the chest into a bizarre, cheek-shaped filter that is conducive to aerobic exercise. The legs extend and the bones become arched like the legs of a kangaroo, with well-developed muscles and tendons exposed. When bending, they can store potential energy and release tremendous propulsion when jumping and running.

Fang Yan had considered all possible scenarios, and the opponent's immediate attack was also within the plan. He quickly took out an MP5 submachine gun from his bag and fired at him rapidly.

In an instant, flames erupted, the puller operated rapidly, and the remaining students in the passage thought it was an earthquake, and scattered like birds and beasts.

The vast majority of people who participate in this absurd game cannot completely eliminate the effects of bullets with just the Soulfire defensive field; even a pistol would require at least 3000 joules.

Several bullets pierced through the force field ripples and embedded themselves in his skin, but did not damage his internal organs or vital organs such as his head and chest. Lu Cheng's soul fire characteristics were extremely strange. Suddenly, a somewhat eerie white mask covered his face. After that, his speed and reaction ability were completely superhuman, like an extraterrestrial creature.

The submachine guns continued firing.

It moved left and right in the passage, picked up a discarded performance prop, and used a wooden grass backdrop to protect itself. With the weakening of the double defense, the submachine gun bullets passed through the wooden planks and then through the force field, and could no longer penetrate the skin, leaving only obvious blood bruises.

After emptying his straggling gun, without giving Fang Yan time to reload, Lu Cheng plunged his hand into his cheek-shaped chest and pulled out a kitchen fruit knife. He then leaped forward, jumping five or six meters away.

Lu Cheng's Soulfire characteristic is a relatively rare self-regulation strategy. It mainly involves attaching a force field to his body to bring about higher physical qualities. Gene recombination alone would not have been enough to jump such a distance.

However, this characteristic also has a fatal flaw: its upper limit is very low. It cannot change the body's own density, toughness, or load-bearing capacity. If it is overloaded, it will cause the body to break down directly. There is a limit to it.

It's more than enough to kill people.

With terrifying leaping power, he flashed over and closed in on Fang Yan. The fruit knife easily sliced ​​through Fang Yan's protective force field and aimed at the tendon of Fang Yan's right hand where he was holding a submachine gun. If it weren't for a hunting dog rushing in, the knife could have dismembered Fang Yan.

The impact point was off, but it still tore a deep ravine about the thickness of an index finger and more than ten centimeters long in Fang Yan's right arm, from which blood gushed out and the flesh was turned inside out.

"Go to hell..."

The projection of the evil equipment appeared, and a wildly spinning chainsaw appeared in Fang Yan's hand. With a horizontal swing, it roared deafeningly.

But Lu Cheng's reaction speed was monstrous. He dodged and jumped back, the chainsaw only taking a few scrapes of flesh. The hound was still chasing and biting him, but his genetically modified body was too overpowered. Not only on the ground, but even on walls, he could defy gravity and leap back, making him faster than even the hound. He was about to pounce on Fang Yan again.

"Fuck your mother... I'll fuck your mother..."

Fang Yan realized that he was no match for this person in close combat; he was being utterly crushed. His plan to kill all the mind-control dogs in the school was too reckless. Creating psychological pressure on the entire mind-control group was not a simple matter; it required extremely strong strength.

Without any hesitation, he took off running.

Lu Cheng leaped and flew another five or six meters, aiming the kitchen knife at Fang Yan's back and neck, but just at the critical distance between life and death, he missed.

It was a fire escape, so Fang Yan turned right and ran towards the stairwell. But Lu Cheng thought Fang Yan was too slow and lunged again.

Guilty Gear: Extract and Generate.

Although the projected object does not have rest mass and density, it has kinetic energy when it is swung, instantly lifting the scaffolding in the corridor and blocking it with its back turned and hands braced.

He barely managed to block another fierce attack, but Fang Yan's hands were already numb from the shock. He retrieved the projection and, without any hesitation, went straight up the stairs, running up three flights of stairs at a time, his adrenaline surging.

The corridor's layout somewhat limited Lu Cheng's speed in this form, but Fang Yan's actions were suicidal. The auditorium didn't have a third floor; the only access points were the second-floor broadcasting room and the rooftop. The rooftop was twenty or thirty meters above the ground, and jumping down would result in either death or serious injury. He had no way out; after all, he was just a college student with poor mental fortitude.

Lu Cheng also went up the stairs, quickly leaping up and down, taking six or seven steps at a time, which was a complete descent into a dimensional attack compared to Fang Yan's speed.

The second-floor staircase platform is five meters away from Fangyan, and the third-floor staircase platform is only two meters away from Fangyan.

At this moment, more hunting dogs pounced on him, a total of four. These dogs looked small, but their bite force was no less than that of a crocodile. They dragged Lu Cheng's limbs, restricting his movement and completely blocking his actions.

"Such powerful characteristics," Lu Cheng thought. "This hunting dog is too versatile, but even so, it's useless."

Genetic recombination transformed him back into a human form, and the eerie white mask on his face was suddenly cut into a hockey mask. With the immense strength of an extraterrestrial creature, he carried four hunting dogs and continued walking towards the top of the corridor. Although he was a little slower than Fang Yan, Fang Yan had no way to retreat.

As Fang Yan passed the corridor platform of the broadcasting room, he still chose to escape to the rooftop, having completely lost his mind under the fear of death.

Lu Cheng reached the last staircase leading to the rooftop and looked up to see a wide-open door and blinding light. Without hesitation, Lu Cheng stubbornly pushed his way towards the door, dragged by four hunting dogs.

Fang Yan doesn't understand wind direction, scopes, trajectory, techniques, or breathing suppression.

But hitting a dead target that's restricted in its movement by a hunting dog from just a few meters away is more than enough.

Lu Cheng had only one question: why did he bring Barrett to class?

Anti-material explosive bomb.

With a loud bang, all the birds perched on the branches of every tree in the entire Binhai No. 6 Middle School took flight in fright.

Lu Cheng's torso didn't look like it had been hit by a bullet; it looked like it had been smashed open by a high-speed lead ball. There were no internal organs visible in the hole, which was bigger than a basketball.

Lu Cheng's chest became the entrance to a photo wall where people could put their heads inside to take "Lu Cheng photos" and pretend they were Lu Cheng's chest.

He was immediately and violently killed, his blood gushing out, his eyes completely empty, and he collapsed to his knees, powerless.

The instant the corpse's knees touched the ground, a giant hand of soul fire appeared behind Fang Yan and pressed down on him. The pitch-black hand, shimmering with the light of seawater, grabbed his head, twisted it several times, and then ripped it off. It then held it in its palm, completely shattered, and absorbed data that resembled the noise of color blocks on a CRT television.

The "Killing Illusion.EXE" file has been generated.

At this moment, Fang Yan finally relaxed completely, panting heavily, and quickly put the big guy back into the guitar case.

"Thank goodness, all the idiots at No. 6 Middle School, we get another day off this afternoon."

After cleaning everything up, Fang Yan looked at Lu Cheng's corpse, lit a Hongtashan cigarette and started smoking. It seemed that the Earth Defense Base was indeed a deep and complex place.

Killing one person can create some psychological pressure.

I wonder who killed that resilient kid in the class who couldn't read his own mind. Maybe they've already avenged you.

(End of this chapter)