The paranoid villain of the suspenseful text wants to monopolize me [Quick Transmigration]

--dirty stuff……?

Du Lin paused slightly with the hand holding the monocle.

The director's voice was somewhat hoarse and weird.

Precipitation distorts a desire to possess.

There is a stark difference from the original man who planned to make an example of others and insult him before recording the variety show.

——Like a different person.

Du Lin couldn't help but think of the ghost figure entrenched on the back of his neck and kissing him in the bathroom soaked in the fresh fragrance of plants and trees.

There is a subtle guess about the psychology of small traffic stars.

[Du Lin: Director, are you possessed by a ghost? 】

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 45%——]

Du Lin narrowed his eyes slightly.

Intuition is not good.

Even the director who controls the progress of the variety show anytime, anywhere... is controlled by this inexplicably derived ghost.

What will happen next?

Isn't it in this ancient castle named Bloody Mary... The consciousness of this group of humans grafted into the virtual online game is like a soft persimmon that can be handled easily?

Not to mention that this ghost has abnormal demands on him.

Durin was silent for a while.

The little traffic star pretended not to notice, and gave a slight "hmm" to the end of the headset.

With a cold voice, thank you hesitantly.

Since he was exposed to those terrible black materials, very few people have shown kindness and concern to him...

It made Du Lin hesitate.

That's why this sound has a soft and waxy feeling.

It makes people feel that the earlobe is slightly numb after hearing it... It's like the wind blows through the thin clouds.

The "director" on the other end of the phone flashed a look of connivance in his scarlet pupils.

He let out a strange snort of laughter.

"It's so silly and cute... unexpectedly thanking me softly."

Haven't found it yet?Beautiful Mr. Dooling.

There is a dark desire hidden in this variety show... I don't know how many bloody human serial killers have been stained.

You are being targeted by them.

——But it doesn't matter, soon... everyone around you will be replaced by me one by one, occupying the body.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Undead?Jack the Ripper: Favorability: 70%——Blackening value: 50%——]

[Character's statement: All dangers will be swept away by me...I will hug you after tasting each sacrifice...]

[You can no longer escape from my side, durin. 】

...............

On the other side, the protagonist Shou Song Zimo, who was restless and still thinking wildly, didn't notice the director's single track that suddenly connected to Du Lin's headset.

He remained silent, and came to the lobby with Du Lin.

"How did you sleep last night?"

The painter Zhou Sinian greeted Du Lin with a smile.

He himself has a beautiful appearance.

Like a pool of clear spring water.

There is no trace of malicious ridicule entwined in it.

"Mr. Song Zimo...should have served you well, right?"

"In the entertainment circle, the directors you tried to seduce for resources are probably not as young and handsome as this one?"

"I must be extremely satisfied."

Zhou Sinian's eyes darkened, and the corners of his lips raised, "I just don't know that with this experience, after the variety show, I will bring you to the club, can you be more mentally prepared, and your body should not be as stiff as a piece of wood— —”

"That wouldn't be fun."

Du Lin glanced at the painter lightly.

Many people present still had some complaints about the room selection made by the director.

Failed to be in the same room with traffic starlets.

Some desires are dissatisfied.

So they all turned those thorns into stones of criticism in their words, and pierced Du Lin's body.

The young man paused for a moment... his thoughts suddenly hesitated.

and many more.

The room selection at that time was indeed determined by the "director"...

Why did he rest assured to put him and the protagonist Shou Song Zimo together?

Could it be that Song Zimo's identity... is not right?

Also when he didn't realize it, he was partly possessed by a ghost?

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 50%——]

[The voice of the human skin paper is kind: Yes, the host, you discovered it. 】

[Don't you think he looks a little evasive at you today? 】

[Song Zimo dreamed of you at the most unforgettable murder scene last night. 】

[From Interpol to Jack the Ripper. 】

【He is the killer, you are the poor victim. 】

[You guys enjoyed a fun and deadly "game" of identity reversal——]

【The baton he mentioned when he just woke up and his thoughts were chaotic was also used in the [interrogation] of you in the dream. 】

Du Lin: ……… Ha ha.

Then what else is this dungeon playing!

The only upright Interpol protagonist who survived till the end...was possessed by a ghost?

He was almost speechless at this moment.

In the eyes of others, the silence of traffic starlets is more like fear of them.

Being bullied by a high-ranking and powerful identity... the performance is as tame as a lamb.

——That's cute...

——Finally a little obedient.

They exchanged a satisfied look.

…………

With the order of the director, the recording of the variety show officially started.

The rolling live broadcast came in indirectly.

Through the monocle on his left, Du Lin could see the series of numbers beating at a terrifying peak.

【Front row! ! !After squatting for so long, the show finally begins! ! ! 】

[To be honest, after these two days of desperate struggle... I have accepted a painful fact, I am a face control, Brother Du Zi!I don't care if you have spoiled the film king or not... You can be a scumbag if you want, I'll let you be a scumbag! ! ! 】

[The face value party upstairs is gone!I came here to continue scolding! 】

[You are not allowed to scold my husband! !How can you bear to look at this picturesque face! !Isn't it just a matter of emotional teasing and deception!This is what they deserve!Because they wanted to steal Brother Stomach's heart! 】

[That's right... But there is one thing to correct, it's the wife, not the husband! 】

Dooling:?

What the hell?

What about the small traffic star who was promised to be hacked by the whole network?

Fortunately for Du Lin, there are still black fans.

It just changed to 55K.

But thinking of the second part of the hidden audio that the actor Lu Chen accidentally mentioned...

Du Lin pondered for a moment.

Perhaps the original owner itself was not black.

The whitewashing method... will be much easier.

After the live broadcast room was officially opened, President Fang Jiping restrained his covetous look on Du Lin, and pretended to be a gentle and refined decision maker.

He spoke in a gentle and clear voice.

"Next, we can explore the floors of the castle separately to increase the visibility of the game."

"Every two people go to a floor."

"Song Zimo and Zhou Sinian are in a group, go to the basement on the bottom floor."

After a personal task was arranged, Fang Jiping looked at Du Lin with a smile.

Just about to say something, the old man in the wheelchair said slowly.

"I'm an old guy... I don't have very good legs and feet, and I can't move easily. It should be convenient for young people to help me push the wheelchair, right?"

President Fang Jiping narrowed his eyes slightly.

——Do you want to play first?

The old man nodded.

——There is such a plan.

The man pushed his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a strange smile appeared in his fox-like eyes.

It's rare.

In the past in the Bloody Mary Club, the old man was the most ascetic.

Some male prostitutes with good looks and disobedient... He ordered his subordinates to do the "procedures" for the second processing.

It seems that this little guy does have an indescribably strange charm.

"Okay, Du Lin, you and Mr. Liang have no objections, right?" Fang Jiping said in a gentle voice.

The fans in the live broadcast room did not find anything unusual.

Even if the small traffic star sensed this weird atmosphere and wanted to refuse... there was no room for him to refuse.

The backhand will be labeled as "playing big cards" and "arrogant and impolite".

Du Lin assumed the role of the original owner, and nodded hesitantly.

But I am very interested in my heart.

Want to see what the other party is going to do.

The protagonist on the side, Song Zimo, hesitated to speak.

He wanted to follow Du Lin...for fear that something might happen to the young man.

I always feel that the skin that is too beautiful is like a fragile curse.

Song Zimo couldn't help feeling pity.

Just want to protect him.

Don't want others to hurt him.

But thinking of the strange and magnificent dream I had last night...

Song Zimo couldn't help but feel his hairs stand on end.

He was afraid that he would be affected by the dark atmosphere in the shallow layer of the castle and hurt Durin.

Turn the chaotic delusion in the dream... into reality.

What's more, this old man... is the most normal one among these people.

He had crippled legs and a major blemish on his body.

It can't be Jack the Ripper who moved around in various countries and caused hundreds of murders.

The hardware condition is not up to standard.

He was the least suspect.

After hearing Fang Jiping's arrangement, the protagonist Gong Lu Chen snorted coldly.

He looked at Du Lin's figure with heavy eyes.

He also agrees with this decision.

It's better than Song Zimo, an unknown guy...

Film King Lu Chen's expression darkened.

His eyes were a little sticky, as if he was pulling a silk thread.

It stayed on the band-aid behind Du Lin's fair neck for a moment...

Then touch away.

He knew very well that the seductive scene he saw when he came to look for Du Lin at midnight last night... even a normal man would be moved.

When Xiao Xingxing opened the door, his whole body seemed to be dripping with water.

Wearing a thin bathrobe, her wet black hair was steaming with mist.

That must be the trace left by Song Zimo.

Jealousy and distortion gnawed at his heart.

Like a continuous ocean tide.

He snorted coldly, followed the professor of the medical school and turned around to the [Scarlet Kitchen] in the castle.

"Come on, boy, to the brig."

The sound of the wheels of the wheelchair pressing against the blue tile floor slowly sounded...

The old man looked very gentle.

But Du Lin could easily hear the chaotic voice mixed with dark desire from the human skin.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Director of the Financial Stock Exchange: Liang Xiaobai — Favorability: 60% — Blackening Value: 40% —]

[Character's statement: Zhou Sinian found a good thing. 】

[The "recording" game of those people coercing and luring, didn't he smooth his bones? 】

[It's a pity that the little mouse who sneaked in to find out the identity of our club...hasn't been dealt with yet. 】

[In this dark confinement room, I have no choice but to satisfy my cravings, so let’s tease him first. 】