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

In the cool and watery night, Du Lin slowly raised the blade in his hand.

At this moment, the human skin seemed to realize something.

The mechanical voice hesitated a bit.

[No... host, you are crazy. 】

"I'm sane."

Du Lin replied lightly.

A determined emotion flashed across that exquisitely beautiful face.

It is like the straight arc of the window eaves in the night sky.

"I remember that according to the plot of the original book, the original owner died in the middle of the variety show of the ancient castle, and was killed first by X."

"Guts spilled all over the place."

"Whether it is to step on the plot points of the original work, or to achieve the layout I want to plan next."

"This is a very important and indispensable plan."

The human skin paper was silent and did not speak.

The whole paper was crumpled and twisted into a ball.

Obviously did not recognize Du Lin.

But the decisions made by traffic starlets never allow others to intervene.

His soul was as solid as a diamond, shining with radiant light.

This is also the reason why the Lord of the Abyss tried four copies without staining it.

After a long pause, the human skin paper asked [Is it necessary to die? 】

[Du Lin: That's right. 】

"Just plain phone call recordings and text message audio are useless at all."

This world is not like the previous dungeon.

With the help of an affectionate male partner.

As the son of the No. 2 leader of the human organ trafficking group, Chen Chonglin has come into contact with a lot of dirty evidence.

After betraying the water, those foreign families can be punished and wiped out.

Du Lin is here, and the one who can make the most of it is himself.

It hasn't been long since the variety show of the ancient castle explores the spirit, and it has shown explosive popularity.

A controversial traffic star who is constantly black and red, who tragically died on the street in women's clothing, is destined to set off a monstrous public opinion.

"Water can overturn a boat, but it can also carry a boat."

"The death of ordinary people is useless... suppressed by the British police."

"Then what if I die?"

"If I have been tortured inhumanely and died on the street, I can detonate the darkest corner of public opinion."

Pale and delicate fingers gently stroked the thin blade.

There was also some blood on it.

It didn't belong to Du Lin, it was left by President Fang Jiping.

The young man carefully tore off a piece of the lower corner of the skirt, and wiped the blade.

Restore the whiteness like the cold moon.

"I've already set up scheduled submissions on my mailbox."

"Tomorrow at noon, all information about the Bloody Mary Club will be sent to various media outlets."

The host has clearly made a decision with full authority.

The human skin paper did not speak any more, and could only watch his behavior silently.

The blade gently pierced into the abdomen... and cut horizontally.

Cracking pain, squeezed from the internal organs.

It's almost impossible to hold the fingers holding the handle of the knife...

Du Lin finished all this with a blank face, and his whole body twitched like a convulsion...and fell to the ground.

... The death of the original owner was indeed very painful. Before his consciousness became blurred, there was only one thought in his mind.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot completion: 96%——]

The fingers are no longer moving.

Like a rag doll that has completely lost its mind.

…………

On the streets of District A.

A black mist filled the air, staying on top of the young man's body for a long time.

"Is this a choice you made, dear?"

The black mist hugged his cold body.

Xiao Xingxing's knife was cut deeply, and his intestines flowed all over the ground... dripping with blood.

Jack the Ripper's voice was oddly chaotic.

Hoarse like shattered glass.

"In order to pass the level of the copy, in order to get to the end of the so-called original plot...all of this has been done."

It must be very painful when the belly is cut open...

It was as if the heart was slowly being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

But if this is the case, it will only be ironic if people hear it.

How can a ghost wandering in urban legends have cowardly and regretful emotions.

should not exist.

Taking the initiative to cut himself open, in order to eliminate the crime, he still calmly did not lose any reason...

His durin is so pitiful and so tempting... It makes his soul tremble and tremble.

It also made him very heartbroken.

…………

The night, as cold as water, slowly unfolded.

What sanitation workers found was a body lying on the side of the street with intestines spilling all over the floor.

That person looks very beautiful.

Even if he is dead, with a pale complexion, eyelashes like crow feathers...

It's like a puppet made by artisans who have accommodated all the beauties in this world.

Too attached to his beauty.

So I don't want to let such a rose-colored face decay and wither.

This took back his life.

Let him lie motionless and quietly on the ground.

Can't speak can't speak.

In this way, no one... can possess him.

When the sanitation worker saw the corpse for the first time, he thought in a daze.

…………

Du Lin was wearing a white and flawless long dress. After the news of his death on the street was exposed, the Internet was paralyzed for a while.

The media was so shocked at first that there were no voices of malicious suspicion.

How could this person die.

In the last scene of the ghost hunt in the old castle, the young man who slowly walked down the winding steps.

That young man with bright red lips who could easily arouse the circling desire in everyone's heart... How could he just die like this?

And what's even more shocking is yet to come.

The major portals have received one audio after another.

There are also screenshots of several completely anonymous text messages.

Among these tangible evidences, they found that the little traffic star who had been hacked by the whole network, thought that his intentions were not righteous, poured dirty water on the actor Lu Chen, and wanted to ruin his reputation...

Completely wronged.

Those malicious text messages recorded a club called Bloody Mary.

How to force Durin...

In order to break his bones and humiliate him, he gave one dark order after another.

It's like Bai Yueguang, an unexplainable cinnabar mole in Huaguo's entertainment industry.

I don't know how many people's minds were affected.

When I let this ordinary name hover in my mouth, I felt a bit of soreness spread on the tip of my tongue.

Thinking of him being cold and helpless on the street, threatened with death...

I felt extremely uncomfortable.

[I'm sorry, Du Lin, brother Du Zi, I didn't fall in love with you sooner... It must have been very hard in those days when the whole network was hacked and misunderstood. 】

[I'm sorry baby, when you were threatened by that killing club, when you were walking on the side of the street in a daze, on a deserted and cold street corner... What kind of panic did you have in your heart. 】

[I failed to protect you, and I will never forgive myself for the rest of my life. 】

[Brother... Being able to fall in love with you in the variety show of Tanlin in the Castle is the happiest thing I have ever done in my life. 】

【I will never forget the way you walked towards me in the humid mist. At that moment, I really thought I saw an angel. 】

【I hope you will be happy in heaven. 】

Du Lin's fans left messages over and over again on his last Weibo comment.

The eye circles are red, as if the blood in the heart has been ground.

But they knew... that they would never see this person again.

Look at how malicious words those black fans once wrote...

[Black Widow, trash, this kind of low-quality person should get off the show group quickly... It's really for traffic, and they will do everything. 】

【How dare you invite such a person over here? Has the conscience of the director team been eaten by dogs? ! 】

Those words that have seriously injured and smeared traffic starlets are like ebbing tides.

Disappeared on the Internet with a roar.

No trace of any has been found.

As if it had never been there before.

But those bowl-shaped wounds are there after all.

There is only deep remorse left in the hearts of the black fans.

But it's no use regretting either.

This person is still dead, and there is no way to come back.

He is like a wonderful dream.

It's just that this life has been too miserable.

wake up.

Fragmented porcelain fell to the ground, and there was no way to recover it forever.

I just hope...he can be happy in heaven.

…………

And when Du Lin's fans crazily remembered him, the tragic scene of his disembowelled death also involved hundreds of cases that had been accumulated for many years on the British side... all of them were involved.

Everyone finally understands.

Turns out Jack the Ripper was never an urban legend.

It's a veritable killing club.

Having fun with human life is like an interesting relay game.

The club's top executives, after getting tired of the fancy toys, are relaying killings in all corners of the world.

Everywhere left an unbearable corpse.

London, England... is their headquarters closest to the heart.

"Du Lin", who is loved by so many fans and worried by so many people, is also one of their chosen prey.

This cognition almost made those fans collapse and feel heartbroken.

The charm of Du Lin is like a deep-seated poison.

It is difficult for people to quit being fascinated by him just by watching the variety show from a distance.

There are countless people who are obsessed with him.

Even high-level Interpol.

…………

Song Zimo hung up the phone in silence and trembling.

The call just now came from the top of the Interpol headquarters.

After the death of the little traffic star, this long-standing case was advancing at an incredible speed.

But what good is that?

Durin was dead.

He is dead.

At that time, in the variety show of Tan Ling in the ancient castle, Song Zimo woke up once in the middle of the night when he dreamed of the charming and weird dream of bullying a starlet in a police uniform.

He pinched his sweaty collar in a daze, and turned his head in a daze.

He looked at the young man lying beside him.

Sleeping face is quiet and beautiful, as if just watching quietly like this...all these are satisfied.

Song Zimo was mesmerized by the beauty for a moment.

The tips of the ears were swollen and red.

He cautiously approached the young man.

It couldn't be simpler to stay on the other party's slightly parted lips for a moment.

Gently fell a kiss.

The heart was beating very fast, one sound after another, as if it was going to jump out of the chest in the next second.

At that time, the corners of the Interpol's mouth were tense, and a faint smile was almost uncontrollable.

Extremely gentle.

At that time, Song Zimo firmly thought in his heart——

Wait until this variety show is over... wait until Jack the Ripper is arrested and brought to justice...

He will definitely tell the starlet.

He likes him a lot.

He doesn't care about those gossips about sex.

He just believed in the cool and clean breath of cedar on the person in front of him.

He just believes in him.

And these... are gone.

Jack the Ripper is about to be arrested, but at the cost of the death of the starlet.

What's the point of this?

At this moment, an extremely dark emotion kept flooding his chest.

It's like soaking in old spirits, the aroma has been distorted a lot.

How much he wished that the one who died was Du Lin's ex-boyfriend Lu Chen who was panicked and hesitated for a long time before making dirty water in front of the coercion recording...

And not the starlet himself.

Jealousy and regret twisted his heart deeply.

There seemed to be a humming sound in the ears.

The constantly hovering sound like a hive deprived him of his sanity.

It's just all the flustered heartbeats of secretly kissing in the middle of the night...the cold moonlight outlining the little star's side face...

They all seem to be laughing at his intentions.

laughed at his stupidity.

Yes.

Blame him.

He used to think that by entering the variety show of exploring the spirit in the castle, he could easily bring the murderer to justice, and embrace Du Lin in his arms as a protector.

But after getting the exact information, Song Zimo was 100% clear.

That is completely a trap to paralyze yourself.

And he, who didn't realize it... as long as he participated in the follow-up variety show, he would definitely die bruised and tortured deeply.

It was the little star who protected himself with his fragile life.

Thinking of such a conclusion, Song Zimo felt that the blood all over his body seemed to stagnate.

Unable to move.

For the first time, he hated his incompetence so much.

"Durin..."

The young Interpol closed his eyes.

Kneeling on the ground in pain.

The new straight uniform... the dazzling and exquisite star epaulettes on the shoulders were crumpled.

A soul as utterly dispirited as the young man himself.

Tears ran across his face drop by drop... leaving a water-stained mark on the ground.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[The protagonist is subject to Interpol Song Zimo: Favorability 100%——Blackening value: 90%——]

[Character's statement: If I hadn't participated in this variety show, if I hadn't met you...would everything be different? 】

[I just hope that you will have a worry-free life. 】

[To be able to be a starlet who is favored by thousands of people in the entertainment industry.You are so beautiful, so beautiful that it hurts...]

【You deserve it, Durin. 】

…………

Crash?

Regret?

Painful?

The leading actor Gong Yingdi Lu Chen thought so in his heart.

In front of him was an invitation to the latest sci-fi movie.

A great director, a great producer, and his family helped him find him.

The variety show "Talking the Spirit of the Castle" has been completely suspended due to Du Lin's accident——

The man stared blankly at the words floating above the computer screen.

All truth is revealed.

About the Bloody Mary Club... about the Jack the Ripper murders...

And about his ex-boyfriend, Durin.

He didn't know how to describe the surging emotions after knowing the truth.

His pale complexion is like a lonely white flower on the side of the road... about to wither.

The manager of actor Lu Chen almost went crazy.

That is also a woman who has experienced ups and downs in the entertainment industry for more than ten years.

I have seen many gatherings and separations and chaotic gossip in the circle.

She didn't expect Lu Chen to fall down completely.

She said with a trembling voice.

"Lu Chen, calm down...don't be overwhelmed and do something stupid."

"I called you more than a dozen times and you didn't answer, but I finally got through today. You haven't gone out for several days in a row. Do you want to become a fairy if you don't eat or drink?!"

After hearing this, Lu Chen just hummed lightly.

As always, the self and coldness shown in the eyes of outsiders.

However, at this moment, he has enclosed himself in a world.

A world full of Doolin.

He pursed his lips tightly.

His thoughts were as chaotic as if he had had an unbearable dream.

It would have been nice...if I had stopped more and listened to that person's timid voice on the other end of the phone, crying and explaining.

I can't remember the exact time of that day because of my brain that is about to shut down.

It was like swirling and somewhat fuzzy fine snow, covering that bright and beautiful face.

The most impressive scene of the protagonist attacking Lu Chen was the young man crying and saying——

"I'm sorry, everything I do is hidden. I'm sorry... I never thought of hurting you. I'm sorry, Lu Chen."

Secret... Secret...

The feeling of disgust for this man overwhelmed all reason at the time.

He just turned his head and said coldly, "You make me feel sick."

"Stop making excuses."

"do not talk."

So... that beautiful face seemed to have lost all blood, and died silently.

The blue blood vessels continued to spread.

Maybe from that moment on, he did something wrong.

Wrong.

The protagonist Gong Lu Chen's lips were cracked due to not eating for a long time.

Unknowingly, as if unconsciously, he opened the window—

The wind outside is cold.

It was also the season of deep winter.

The cold air rushing towards the face was like a pair of sharp knives, cutting off pieces of flesh from a person's face.

"I'm sorry, Durin."

"I hurt you."

Lu Chen muttered to himself.

He didn't know what he was going to do either.

Like a marionette.

The unexamined, three-gold actor in messy pajamas.

The foot took a step slowly.

Like stepping on something in the air.

He only knows one thing.

Owing to someone... Misunderstood someone... Caused that once glamorous and beautiful soul to die alone, with blood flowing all over the intestines...

Such a sad sight.

Always have to pay.

The body fell rapidly——

There were bursts of sharp wind sounds in my ears.

In the midst of the colorful and intertwined conflicts of consciousness, he seemed to hear the clear and sweet voice of the little star like a wind chime hanging at the door, slowly ringing.

"It's okay...I forgive you, Lu Chen."

I forgive you.

"Ah."

The answer was a hoarse voice with laughter.

Lu Chen involuntarily raised his lips.

The corners of his eyes were a little wet.

Immediately afterwards... there was the sound of shattering when the human body hit the ground.

bang.

No more.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Protagonist King Lu Chen: Favorability 100%——Blackening value: 100%——]

[Character's statement: Misunderstanding is like a knife cutting you all over... I'm sorry, Du Lin. 】

【The life I owe you must always be paid back. 】