doll city

As she said, she directly removed Gu Lili's workbook, and then wiped it casually. The paper patterns and texts that had been spray-painted and printed on the paper disappeared, and they were spliced ​​into a sheet of white paper the size of a bed sheet.

Li Ya took a look and presented a student ID card in due course.

"This is my brother."

Xiao Yi only glanced at it, then raised her arms and started painting.

"Don't bother me while I'm painting."

Her speed is extremely fast, and with rustling sketching skills, a portrait of a person's size is vivid on the paper.

In just 9 minutes, Xiao Yi made the last stroke.

People leaned over to take a look at Xiao Yi's masterpiece, and fell silent.

In the painting is a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, with black and white tones and delicate strokes, filled with a faint...sadness similar to an untimely death.

Xiao Yi turned her head and asked them, "Does it look like it?"

Everyone nodded unconsciously, but felt that something was weird: "It looks like it, but I always feel that... there is a sense of sight that sounds like a voice."

Li Ya sized up the painting, opened his account, and said, "Brother, are you this tall?"

Yi Ziang wrote with a gritted brushwork: Me!have!

"Row."

Li Ya tore off a piece of paper and patted it on the painting.

After about two or three seconds, the white paper attached to Yi Ziang floated down and landed on the ground.

Yan Ge stared at the portrait of the young man for a long time, and couldn't help wondering: "And then?"

Li Ya also looked at Xiao Yi: "So after you advanced, you only got a powerful liver?"

"Shut up, I'm waiting for the paint to dry." Xiao Yi looked solemn, took a brush over, took a deep breath, and painted two highlights on the dark eyes of the person in the painting.

Finishing touch.

A miraculous thing happened, the paint on the white paper gradually peeled off and extended like life, forming a three-dimensional frame, and then the colors on this frame were superimposed and thickly applied, and the light, shadow, and color gradually became richer.

A young man in a blue and white school uniform came out of the painting. He opened his eyes, turned his dark eyes, and spoke silently.

"Why can't he talk?"

Xiao Yi said as if admiring her own child: "Wait a little longer, the vocal organs are still forming."

Li Ya was relieved, walked over and patted the young man on the shoulder, making sure it was a real one, and then said to Yan Ge: "Come on, let's get acquainted, this is you and your younger brother, Yi Ziang, called sister-in-law—"

"Li Ya, dog day!" After the muscles on the boy's face could move, he immediately kicked Li Ya on the knee, "Listen to my strategy early, what kind of paper figurine alley has passed! I am your mother My sister's son! Have you ever shed a tear for me!"

"There are always surprises in this world."

Li Ya slipped to the opposite side with a hey hey, and his brother chased and beat him cursingly. On the way, he accidentally knocked over a cup of tea on the table and splashed it on his lap...

"Oh." Li Ya looked at Xiao Yi, "My brother, one time?"

Three minutes later, Yi Ziang, whose leg had been repaired by Xiao Yi, sat at the table, looking resentfully at the can of Coke in the corner.

"Can't eat, can't drink water, even milk tea and cola."

"Sister, beautiful big sister." Yi Ziang begged, "Can't you paint me?"

"Okay, if you like Fauvism, I can paint it for you like "Munch's Scream"."

Yi Ziang silenced his flag, cleared his throat, and said, "Let me introduce myself again... Yi Ziang is a senior in high school and is a game anchor by profession. From now on, I will contribute my strength as a member of this team."

Yan Ge took a closer look at this young man. He still exuded a schoolboy look all over his body, and he couldn't tell the type of his skills for a while.

"Welcome to join, may I ask, is your skill related to the live broadcast?"

"The reason why it took so much trouble to save him is because his skills are very special." Li Ya sat down next to Yan Ge, like a proud parent, "He is a 'player'."

player?

Compared with various real traditional crafts, this is the first time Li Ya has heard of such modern self-owned skills.

He asked, "Can you take on various characters and use their skills like I do?"

Yi Ziang shook his head, and said, "I can't fly over walls, and I don't have super powers, but my own skills have a special mechanism-every time I perfectly clear a hunting ground of my own, I mean that I can't die alone. kind of."

"Then I can get a reward in the next hunting ground - 'Two Weeks'."

"That is, read the file and restart."

……

Twelve midnight.

There were rustling sounds from every corner of the city, and all human beings hid in the buildings, watching the strange shadows on the familiar streets from every corner.

"Red eyes and red wedding dress,

Her red dancing shoes are red.

Mom said she was beautiful enough to freeze time,

The perfect wedding belongs to the Red King of the Dead..."

The absurd singing came from one end of the city to the other end of the city. Countless people watching from the building silently watched the pumpkin carriage drive down the long street. The bloody carpet swept over the corpses on the ground, leaving behind pale body.

In a stronghold of M82, a team of more than a dozen second-tier powerhouses concentrated on observing the pumpkin carriage. The wheels rolled across the asphalt street and approached the building. The color is dim, and it looks a little embarrassed.

"President, do you want to do it?"

Standing by the window, Diana put the sniper rifle on her lap and observed the pumpkin carriage through the front sight. After a few seconds, she retracted the sniper rifle.

"Closed tonight, the 'Red Dead King' is not in the parade tonight."

More people sighed happily than disappointed.

After all, no one has figured out what is going on with Princess Alice. No matter how well-prepared she is, nine out of ten she will die.

When all the movement outside quieted down, the people in the building signaled, and the figures on the opposite corner of the street also gathered back. When everyone was thinking about going to have a late-night snack, a car drove by on the street outside. come over.

A person in the first team of M82 sat up straight suddenly, and pressed his hand on an old computer beside him. After a while, a picture appeared on the computer.

"President, I saw that Ma from Xianggu, why are they still outside so late?"

"Well?"

Diana just opened a bottle of eau-de-vie, glanced sideways, and whistled.

"It may be a fun hunting ground."

She said, looking at her watch: "Is the parade over?"

After hearing her words, the M82 team members who were about to call it a day all laughed: "They're all here, it's hard not to be a guest if you don't invite me..."

……

3:35 am.

"Be careful, this is the only pharmacist in existence. Poison may be in his blood."

Lan Kaiyu was sent to a basement surrounded by glass in the M82 stronghold. In the next cell, the former Xianggu captain "Bartender" Liu Cheng, who was playing Tetris, glanced at him.

"Yo, you're here too? Is Ma Zhaojun dead?"

"His own skills can change the venue. After seeing the people in M82, he left us and ran away." Lan Kaiyu obviously knew his value, and his expression was quite relaxed. "Speaking of it, I was just unlucky. I didn't expect a The hunting ground squeezed in two second ranks, and one advanced rank."

"Oh?" Liu Cheng immediately put down the boring game console, "This must be an 'orphan', which one is it? You survived?"

"It's "Red Eclipse."

Liu Cheng was stunned for a moment, and drew a square: "Is it the "Red Eclipse" I was thinking of?"

"Yeah." Lan Kaiyu was still a little scared now, and said with a calm face, "If the frame parts of "Red Eclipse" hadn't been knocked out, we would have died a long time ago. But we are unlucky. The woman in question happened to have her own skills in the field of 'painting', and Ma Zhaojun almost died at the hands of a yellow girl."

Liu Cheng was stunned when he heard this: "Scattered people? Which B-level team is so arrogant."

"Not at all, it's a C-level team..." Lan Kaiyu frowned and recalled, "Speaking of which, I remember you were sent in because they tricked you."

Liu Cheng's face changed suddenly, he certainly knew why he was caught by M82, but he didn't expect such a coincidence.

At this time, the iron door outside creaked, and a tall figure walked in.

"No need to stand up, I just ask you two questions."

Followed by the powerful spiritual radiation like a soldier, Lan Kaiyu suddenly put away his extra thoughts and stared intently at the person who came.

"What can we do, let President Diana personally interrogate."

"Shhh - keep it simple, everyone, don't waste your time."

Diana dragged a folding chair and sat down, her slender legs folded together.

"The first question, why does 'Elephant Valley' want the dock site so much?"

Liu Cheng's cheek twitched, and just about to speak, the moment he opened his lips, there was a "bang" sound, and the bullet whizzed past his cheek with scorching breath, making a fist-sized dent in the wall behind him. pit.

At a distance of less than three millimeters, the god of death passed by.

"I asked him, not you." Diana's voice was even slightly drunk, she withdrew her gun, and turned to look at Lan Kaiyu, who had a livid face, "Have you organized your words?"

Obviously, Liu Cheng had already been interrogated on this question.

If he got the answer wrong, or the logic didn't make sense, it's hard for others to tell, but President Diana can handle it.

Lan Kaiyu replied awkwardly: "Because there is a ship on the pier that is very important to them."

"How important is it?"

"Our chairman, Boss Yuan, and his group came to Ciling to receive a batch of high-concentration synthetic atropine smuggled from the wharf... That is, a second injection is enough for a healthy person to lose his dignity and rely on it for the rest of his life. The kind that the drug lives on."

Diana sat up slightly, staring at him with blue eyes: "How many?"

"I don't know, it was packed in a cargo ship. Once they get it, they can use this to control everyone they catch..."

Lan Kaiyu's voice became smaller and smaller, he is a native of Ciling after all, there is no need to lie to them before death.

"No wonder they would rather give up a controlled public hunting ground than extend their hands to our northern territory."

Diana put away her gun and glanced outside the door. The people listening outside the door wrote down the information from the interrogation and left quickly.

"You are very sensible, let's talk about something more relaxed." Diana leaned back, and the topic just now didn't seem to have affected her in any way, "The second question, you met in the hunting ground of the art gallery, newcomer two Jie, is it for painting?"

Lan Kaiyu: "Yes, she can control the color and has a natural restraint on "Red Eclipse"—"

Diana: "Is it big eyes, pink cheeks, petite and looks like a legit loli?"

Lan Kaiyu: "I didn't take a closer look at this..."

Diana: "Is the bust 40C?"

Lan Kaiyu: "Who cares about this!!!"

"OK, I'm almost sure."

Diana put down these words and walked out of the dungeon.

"President." Someone came over and asked tentatively, "Is Mr. Lyon saved?"

"I didn't expect it to be so fast, she is really good. I guess Li Ya must have 'resurrected' her 'player'... If I remember correctly, that 'player' has a very powerful ability, maybe we won't be able to When not challenging the museum, that kid's ability is the key to turning the tide of the battle."

"Then President, are you going to persuade them to join us?"

"No, I'm going to cultivate a relationship." Diana smiled, "I will make an appointment with them on a public hunting ground alone next week, and I will keep an eye on things in the meeting, especially at the pier. If necessary, even Blow up the puppet nest at the pier, and give me... all of them to be burned."