[future] conspiracy

Sander found himself separated from his teammates when he woke up in an unfamiliar room.

He was lying on the ground, with a cold black stone floor under his body, the ceiling and walls were all gray metal, and nine energy-saving lamps were embedded above his head, the light was soft and not glaring.He got up from the ground, looked up, and there was a rectangular desk in the middle of the room, on which were stacks of papers, and an old-fashioned computer. There were also a pen holder, a lot of stationery, and even a piece of paper on the corner of the desk. bottle of ink and a box of red ink pads.There are two chairs on either side of the table, sort of like his office attire.

The room is completely sealed and has no windows.Sander walked to the desk hesitantly, and a page was opened on the computer screen, which was the official website of LMPB.

Sander lowered his head and found that "Application for Legal Murder" was clearly printed on the top sheet of paper, with the black and gold logo of LMPB printed in the upper right corner of the page header, and the number 7249 printed in the upper right corner of the form. A name was filled in with a pen——

Darcy Beverly

"Darcy..." Sander murmured. After picking up the application form, he found that the stack of papers under it was full of words—no, it should be, it was full of various materials, including pictures, Appraisal certificate, injury certificate issued by the hospital, photos, and electronic draft of printed text.

"It seems that you have a preliminary understanding of what I am looking for you to do."

Sander suddenly raised his head, only to find that at some point, Darcy had quietly entered the room.He no longer wears a youthful T-shirt, jeans and flip-flops, but a white shirt, black tight leather pants, and his slender legs are stepping on calf-length black leather boots, with short knives, daggers and Electronic lock, the alloy belt around the waist is embedded with a grid code, and a gun is hung on the left and right sides.Such a dress made his figure look slimmer and thinner. What was strange was that such a chilling dress paired with his angelic face didn't go against him in the slightest.

His long silver hair was tied up high behind his head, his golden eyes looked at Sander coldly, his delicate little face was expressionless, after the innocence, cowardice and shyness faded away, this face was full of monsters Strangely gloomy.

"Mr. Sander, we meet again." Darcy sat down on the chair opposite him, and made a polite gesture of invitation, "The situation is special, and it is very special to invite you to help me complete the application in this way." I'm sorry."

Sander did not sit down, but looked at him coldly, and asked, "Where is Yue Feng?"

"Brother Yue Feng is very good." Darcy smiled, "He is really... a very kind person. I am very sorry for what happened to him before. I just wanted to invite him to come to the island to spend a good time. a fake."

His serious and old-fashioned attitude but with an innocent smile made Sander feel chills, and he sarcastically said: "Your so-called vacation method is really unflattering."

"That...was an accident." Darcy's smile faded, "My father found out that I invited brother Yue Feng to the island, and in order to punish me...unfortunately, he got involved with him. I'm really sorry."

The boy's eyes were sincere, but Sander's heart was full of sneers.He pulled out his chair and sat down to confront him: "Who are you? Who is your father? What did you do to Yue Feng?"

"Brother Yue Feng is willing to take the risk to save me. I am very grateful, so he is fine now. I will put him in a safe place. When this matter is over, I will let you meet." The temperature in Darcy's eyes To be more real, he took the stack of documents in his hand and looked at Sander, "Now, can we talk about business?"

Sander just skimmed through these materials, not very clear what he wanted to say, so he refused: "If you just want to write an application for legal murder, you can write it yourself. What do you want me to do?"

"Ah, I'm actually not very good at writing these things, and I don't know much about the criteria for LMPB's approval of applications, so I can only ask you for a favor. I heard that you are very good at polishing manuscripts, so I will leave my application to you." Darcy pressed the information with his hand, looked at him with golden eyes, and threatened him with a smile, "I need a legal murder application that is [-]% approved, and I'm talking [-]%, starting from writing my name, The returned application will not be rejected by any LMPB link."

After Sander heard this sentence, his eyes fell on the LMPB official website on the computer screen, and he suddenly understood the doubts that had been hanging in their hearts—who on earth wanted to gather them together?Why them?What does it have to do with LMPB?

"Do you want to complete the entire process of legal murder in Lost Paradise? From application to approval to murder?" Sander laughed twice, shaking his head and looking at the boy, "Are you thinking too much about things? Simple? In addition to the application materials that need to be reviewed in the application form, the method of murder also needs to be carefully planned. Since you have spent so much time to attract us all, it means that the person you want to kill is very difficult to kill. How could you propose a complete murder? A perfect murder plan that won't be rejected by the chief judge?"

"Oh, you don't have to worry about this." Darcy casually spread his fingers, his eyes fell on his own fingertips, and wrote lightly, "The only thing I've been good at since I was a child is planning to kill people."

Sander was surprised by the indifference on his face. This indifference to death clearly showed his indifference to life.This is the killer's eyes, cold and indifferent.He couldn't help but ask back: "Since you are the best at planning to kill, you can just kill. Why do you apply for legal murder? People like you still care about whether you can get away with murder after killing?"

"Of course I care." Darcy smiled, and his pretty face suddenly bloomed like spring flowers. "I want to kill him, but I don't want to become a criminal. Of course I have to find a way to get rid of the crime."

Sander was horrified by the smile on his face, and couldn't help asking, "Who are you going to kill?"

Darcy tilted his head, seemed a little strange: "Of course he killed my father. I told you just now, when I invited Brother Yue Feng to come to the island, he was very angry."

"..." Sand opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "Who is your father?"

"You've seen him." Darcy rolled his eyes with a smile. "He seems very kind and reliable."

Sander was stunned: "Father Beverly?"

Darcy was amused by his expression, giggled a few times, stuck out his tongue and said mischievously, "Didn't you expect that? The more you look at a pious person, the scarier it is."

He pushed the documents in front of him forward, and his voice became cold: "Now, let's start working."

Sander sat there dumbly and didn't answer.

Darcy straightened his body, his expression faded, he stared at him for a long time in silence, and suddenly snapped his fingers backwards.

The metal wall on the left suddenly slid open to both sides, revealing a transparent glass cage, which was exactly the same as the huge glass cage on the stage that night, and Yue Feng was locked in the cage just like that time, tightly closed His eyes were lying in the cage. The difference from last time was that he was not wearing a weird mermaid outfit. Instead, he was wearing a T-shirt and jeans, barefoot, and lying quietly at the bottom of the cage as usual.

Sander rushed over and knocked on the glass wall, but found that it was just a screen, and the knocking had no effect. The glass cage seemed to be motionless from a distance, and he stared at Darcy with red eyes: "You did something to him!" What?!"

"It's nothing, just ask my subordinates to place him in the safest place, and ask him to sleep well. I remember that he was seriously injured last time. This glass cage can be filled with medicinal liquid that assists wound healing and bone growth. Soak in it, and you will recover quickly." Darcy smiled, as if he was doing something good.He snapped his fingers again, and Sander found a stream of light blue liquid pouring slowly along the top of the glass cage.

"What are you going to do?" Sander looked at him warily, not believing that he would be so kind.

Darcy sat firmly on the chair, and slowly said: "The liquid medicine can indeed heal people's injuries, but if the people in it can't breathe, they will still drown."

Darcy rested his chin and looked at Yue Feng who was unconscious in the glass cage, and said distressedly: "I didn't see the death of the mermaid last time with my own eyes, maybe today I'm lucky enough to see it?"

Sander strode over, wanting to kill him immediately!

Darcy quickly pulled out the gun from his waist and pressed it firmly against his forehead, still maintaining the posture of resting his chin with one hand, he said coldly: "Time is limited, Mr. Sand, if you can't help me finish the application form as soon as possible, Yue Brother Feng is about to die in the cage. I like him very much, and I think you like him more than me, we don't want to see this kind of result, right?"

Sander kept his clenched fist stiffly, and had to admit that his threat was very effective.

Darcy motioned him to sit down obediently, put away the gun in his hand, and relaxed his tone: "Mr. Sander, you don't have to be so excited. I believe you will sympathize with me after hearing my experience."

Sander picked up the pen on one side, and sneered at the words: "People like you need sympathy?"

"Ah, of course I don't need it." Darcy smiled, "But I need you to make me into a pitiful, extremely miserable person who can't help but move the most hard-hearted people... poor guy."

"And then cheat the sympathy of all the judges?"

"No, the hearts of the judges are easy to impress." Darcy raised his index finger and said mysteriously, "The only person I need to impress is only one."

Sander thought he already knew who Darcy was talking about.

"Ah, the water is already 5cm high, Mr. Sander, let's hurry up." Darcy clicked on the application form, and said seriously, "Let's start by supplementing the basic information..."

Sander looked at the person in front of him, and mechanically wrote on the form according to his instructions: Gender: Male

Age: 16

Occupation: Singer

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