immortal game

Xiao Luo asked in a low voice in disbelief, then knelt down/body up: "What's the matter? Didn't Sister Heng leave first, why did she collapse here?" Needing someone's answer, he slowed down and lightly touched the corpse lying on the ground, and lowered his voice in some doubts: "...Sister Heng?"

After a while, the haunted house began to vibrate violently, and the surrounding walls even began to crack and collapse, and bricks and stones poured down rapidly.With a glance, the background of the collapsed space was actually dark.

"It's an earthquake, it's an earthquake." An anxious and crowded noise suddenly came from my ears.

Chen Mo was about to pull Xiao Luo up and run out, when the surroundings instantly returned to calm.

Look at those collapsed walls immediately restored to their original shape.

A series of emergencies made Xiao Luo stunned. He could only hear him asking intermittently: "If I had accompanied Sister Heng back just now, wouldn't it be possible that she would not have died?"

Chen Mo didn't know what to say. He was not indifferent to Zhang Heng's death, but he accepted the fact as quickly as possible.In this game, death often occurs unexpectedly, and the person who was joking and joking one second may become a corpse in the next second.

Chen Mo didn't know what would happen to the players who died in the Siming game in the real world, whether they were dead or alive, or something else, and the system never mentioned a single word.

Pulling away the tension, fear, sadness, and even self-blame that should exist, Chen Mo is now thinking about the cause of Zhang Heng's death.

The number of games he has experienced is not too many, but suddenly looking back, he realizes that he has gradually adapted to this death atmosphere.To the best of my ability, I can provide some help to other players, but I can only choose to accept the ending that cannot be changed by manpower.

He can analyze and choose rationally and discard unnecessary emotions.This is not a society ruled by law. No matter how you call the police for help, it will not work. The so-called rationalization of killing is probably such a worldview.

All he can do is try to survive.

"Hey, what's this?" Xiao Luo asked with some sobs, and picked up a crimson sphere that Zhang Heng was holding in his palm.I don't know what he pressed, and suddenly a screen of light was projected from the center of the sphere.

A masked man appeared on the light screen.

The mask he wears has a unique shape, protruding outwards, with an angle propped obliquely on the top, which is rich in red and black. An enlarged version of Si Ming's facial image is formed between the intertwining, which is realistic and terrifying.

"Aren't you running away?" An extremely cold voice came from behind the mask.

Chen Mo was taken aback, and suddenly raised his head.

The man who appeared in the center of the light screen was about 1.8 meters five tall, tall and straight, wearing a white shirt with a silver-gray waist waistcoat, and a dark red command mask on his face.

The red and black masks appear flickering under the spotlights, which is even more paradoxical.

"No." This time, Zhang Heng's voice also came from the light screen.

"I'm tired." Her voice was light, as if she was about to fall asleep.

"Is it Sister Heng's voice?" Xiao Luo looked around in surprise.

"This should be Sister Heng's perspective before she died." Chen Mo said slowly.

"Master ID Gong, clear it now." Inorganic's cold voice sounded again, overlapping with Xiao Siming's clear and clear child's voice, like the announcement of death.

This time, there was a white and clean arm in the light screen, and the slender five fingers had been stained with blood since some time. It patted half of the man's command mask: "I really envy you all. I don't know, I don't feel hurt. Painless, soulless walking dead are always luckier than humans." Zhang Heng said with a slight sarcasm, and then her hand gradually fell, adding another shocking red to the commanding mask.

The angle of view changed dramatically instantly, and Zhang Heng should have fallen to the ground.

The angle of the shot made the masked man taller and slender. He gracefully retracted the black blade in his hand, and in an instant, the blood on it disappeared completely and disappeared into the man's palm.

Then he slowly moved closer to the light screen, and the red and black commander's mask instantly occupied the entire screen.

Several people took a step back unconsciously.

As if looking at the three of Chen Mo through a light screen, a short laugh came from behind the mask.Then the masked man waved his hands gracefully, as if saying goodbye to several people.

Turn around and leave, with your back straight and unhurried.

The screen turned, and this time Zhang Heng's face appeared on the light screen. Her face was extremely haggard, with blood on her lips: "I don't know who among you inherited my props? I guess it's Xiaoluo?"

"Actually, this prop is useless, it can only record the scene of the owner's death in a short period of time." Zhang Heng's voice gradually lowered: "I just... don't want to die quietly It's..."

The light screen gradually dimmed and compressed until a beam of light disappeared into the sphere in Xiaoluo's palm, and the original crimson sphere gradually faded until it was completely transparent.

At the same time, the blood from Zhang Heng, who was lying on the side, was also absorbed by the ground, and her body gradually condensed into white spots of light, reflecting her body as if it was shining, very pure.Then it slowly became transparent and dissipated.

Chen Mo quietly watched the process of Zhang Heng's gradual disappearance. All the players who died in the system will eventually turn into transparent light spots and melt into the air.

...

"Who is that masked man? The rules of the game don't say that there are murderers hiding in Muxi Street!" Xiao Luo's hand, which was tightly holding the transparent sphere, was heaving with veins.

X was beside him, patting his arm reassuringly.

Chen Mo actually knew who this masked man was. Just listening to his voice, Chen Mo could recognize that this man was that curator Ye. This was why Chen Mo was a little distracted when he was in the art museum. with this man.

This is not the first time Chen Mo met Director Ye. Before this copy of the game, Chen Mo actually met Director Ye once. It was the fourth game of Siming with a very high mortality rate. The man appeared in the middle of the game Yes, still wearing a dark red Commander's Mask. The subsequent scenes recurred in Chen Mo's dreams again and again, and he could still clearly feel the thick and viscous killing atmosphere until now.

That was the first time Chen Mo saw Curator Ye's blood-stained appearance, and the other party seemed to be born with red.

Shouts of panic came from all around. The tourists were terrified and terrified. Facing the ghosts in disguise, they trembled in fear, as if overlapping with the scene at that time. The players in the game roared in despair and swore hoarsely. Until the last moment dragged into silent despair, that suffocating silence.

That day, Curator Ye's entire mask was stained with blood, and the rich red color made it impossible to tell whether it was the color of the mask itself or the blood.

He is like Shura, every move is as concise and precise as programmed, and he is tireless.Chen Mo still remembers the decisive killing and the black blade's aura.

In fact, Chen Mo himself also found it quite incredible. Obviously, with just a back view and those hands covered with dark red nail polish, he could clearly identify the opponent who appeared in the copy of the game at that time in the department store. The player with overwhelming strength.

"IDxxxx is cleared." In that game, Curator Ye repeated the same sentence tirelessly, overlapping with Xiao Siming's playful child's voice, which was strangely homophonic.

He is powerful and indifferent, like an ingenious killing weapon.

How could one forget the icy tone that soaked into the bone marrow.

A shrill scream brought Chen Mo back to reality. Every visitor in the haunted house played their roles dutifully according to the established programming of the system. They scattered and ran.

Looking at the place where Zhang Heng fell, there was already nothing there.

"Let's go." X grabbed Chen Mo's hands and said, "Get out, I don't want to stay here anymore." The sound of metal electric current rattling was mechanical and pale.

Chen Mo walked forward slowly, thinking secretly.During the period, it was caught by a ghost. Looking at Chen Mo's expressionless face, it seemed to feel that it had no sense of accomplishment, so it held its withered hands that looked like a few firewood, and clasped Chen Mo's shoulders. Turning around and buckling, the NPC staff who were hiding in the dark cloth were thrown to the ground.

There were murmurs of discussion all around,

There was even a creepy excitement in the air.

Looking down at the frightened "ghost" lying on the ground, Chen Mo was silent for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "Sorry."

After supporting the other party, he continued to walk forward. After that, there were very few "ghosts" to interfere with the three of them.

Walking to the entrance, the sun was still shining brightly, but the little sister who was frightened by the balloon was crying heartbreakingly.

Filled with fresh vitality.

Chen Mo looked back at the two of them, only to realize that at some point, Qi Xiaoluo and X were both crying, and a transparent snot bubble appeared on X's facial features-deficient face.

Just like Uncle Cicada said, every time x goes back to the haunted house, she will be frightened and cry.

Xiao Luo's eyes were also red, and when she found Chen Mo looking at her, she hurriedly rubbed her eyes a few times: "Sister Heng left just like that?"

"......kindness."

The breeze was blowing, and the spring on Muxi Street was ushered in again. The spring in front of the department store on the opposite street greeted Chen Mo with a smile.

A cycle of seasons.