special player

Having said this, Li Le felt that the time was ripe, so he said.

"Now that the old gentleman's Utopia is close at hand, I wonder if we can release all these people."

"Let them return to the outside world again and enjoy the Utopia."

"Isn't this exactly the old gentleman's ambition?"

This is Li Le's purpose, to save as many people as he can from this ghost.

Although he would not hesitate to pull the trigger on his attacker, if possible, he would not mind if a few more of his men survived. After all, he was not a pervert who liked killing people.

Although, he thought in his heart that when he killed them, they were not considered human beings, but just puppets controlled by ghosts.

"If that's the case, then I'll trouble you little brother." Hearing this, the old man cupped his hands and said, taking a few steps back and disappearing into the mist into a stream of light.

The fog began to dissipate, a breeze blew in the face, and the sounds of various creatures began to appear in the ears. The world finally came to life.

"Who am I and where am I?"

"Why am I on the street."

"Ah... someone is dead, please notify the Security Bureau immediately."

"what……"

On the street, everyone woke up from a dream and screamed in horror when they saw the corpses on the ground. The scene was a bit chaotic for a while.

Li Le had no intention of coming out to suppress the situation. Instead, he walked through the crowd and came to the entrance of a small alley.

Even though the old man has dispersed the fog, there is a blue sky and white sun outside.

But the alley was still dark.

It seems that the entrance of an alley separates the two worlds of day and night.

"After all this time, you still haven't changed. You're still so kind and cowardly."

"Waste is indeed waste."

A cold voice came from the alley, and a hand stretched out from it.

This hand is very strange.

The five fingers were pale, without a trace of blood, and the whole hand was only skin and bones, but it seemed to contain endless power.

"You have been eliminated. Mud can't support the wall."

The five fingers clenched into fists in the air.

The air around Li Le became material, like thousands of iron chains restraining him, preventing him from moving.

The next moment, Li Le felt a chill in his chest.

The wind blew from my back to my chest.

Looking down, he saw a bloody hole in his chest.

The heart is missing.

"I accept your heart as the price for allowing you to experience the game these days."

A cold voice sounded, and the pale hand shook his bleeding heart, then disappeared into the alley and disappeared.

The boundless pain made Li Le cry out.

"Son, what's wrong with you? Are you having another nightmare?"

"Son……"

A loving and anxious voice sounded, and Li Le felt his body being patted gently.

The eyes are slightly opened, and the scene changes.

In front of them is a tired and sad middle-aged couple.

"Son, what's wrong with you?"

"Son, I'm sorry for you."

Seeing Li Le wake up, the middle-aged couple asked, with their frown lessened.

Li Le was stunned, looking at the middle-aged couple, and then at the various instruments inserted into his body.

A flood of memories came over me.

After a moment, Li Le showed a wry smile.

That's right, there are no special players, no horrors or supernatural outbreaks. Everything is just a dream of a terminal cancer patient before his death.

Thinking like this, Li Le's breathing gradually slowed down, became vague, and finally lost his breath.

(End of the book)

Let me end it like this. I have been too busy recently and the novel has not been written as expected. It is a bit regretful. I will wait for a while and start a new story when I am ready. Thank you for your support (in fact, no one will read it).