Be a squeamish bag in Unlimited Live

"Welcome new players to the large-scale unlimited streaming live game "Lucky Time"!"

"The novice dungeon "Spirit of the Fog City" loads 30%...70%...100%"

"Player name: Jiang Chi;

Age: 20 years old

ID Card: The Little Boy Who Sold Roses"

"The town of Notting in 1850 is under the shadow of a serial killer code-named 'Night Demon'. Neither civilians nor nobles can escape from the trial of the Night Demon."

"You are a poor poor man who can only sell his body for a living. This famous Viscount Moran is the first customer you choose. Unfortunately, you happened to bump into a murder scene..."

Jiang Chi was awakened by the sticky blood under his feet.

The boy was wearing a set of thin shirt and shorts, and stood barefoot in a winding pool of warm blood.

The touch under his feet was weird and disgusting, and the boy's white arms exposed from his short sleeves were already covered with goosebumps.

Jiang Chi's memory still remained at the time when he was hit by a speeding car, his brain automatically blocked the pain, but the fear of dying still persisted long and painfully.

This fear reached its peak when faced with a fresh, steaming corpse.

The old Caucasian man, who looked like he weighed two hundred catties, had his face distorted, and salty blood gushed out of his ripped belly.Looking from Jiang Chi's angle, he could even faintly see the squirming internal organs.

gross.

I feel sick.

Elegant and slow footsteps sounded behind him, and a sharp scalpel still stained with blood was barely able to pierce the boy's thin back.

"Little guy, tell me what you saw?" The man's warm voice with a slight smile sounded in the dead space.The sound is low and soft, reminiscent of the grand and holy pipe organ in the church.

However, when it sounds in the dark background, it is not salvation, but a whisper from hell.

Jiang Chi was caught in the fear of his life being threatened, trembling unconsciously, trying to suppress his panic: "I...I..."

He tried his best to think of an excuse to save his life, but his mind went blank.

Before the corpse died, its eyes widened with all its strength and stared at the young man, as if asking why he wasn't the one who died.

Still a child who has just grown up, his thin voice is obviously trembling uncomfortably but he still has to pretend to be calm.People can always burst out unexpected potential in critical moments. Jiang Chi took a small deep breath, and when he turned his head, there was a pair of empty eyes:

"Sir, what are you talking about?"

There was a slight smile on the man's pale and handsome face.

The linen that was always wrapped around his face fell to the ground, and the barefooted boy followed the sound and turned a face that was so beautiful that it made people lose their minds.

Although he still doesn't know the current situation, his survival instinct tells Jiang Chi that it's better to follow the so-called plot.

"I'm sorry, sir, I can't see." The young man who was still holding a broken rose in his hand showed a somewhat shy, pitiful smile. He thought it was a man who was angry and walked into the house without authorization, "You, you walked too far just now." After a long time, even the groom at the door disappeared, I thought it was because you didn't want me anymore..."

His feet were very delicate, and the toes were round and pink like flower buds. He probably felt the strange touch under his feet, and he curled up slightly uneasily.

The boy, who was less courageous than a lamb, squeezed the rose in his hand tightly, even ignoring the pain of the thorns pricking his palm, his trembling voice contained small tears: "I was wrong, sir, don't drive me away."

Like those skilled colleagues, he tried his best to present to strangers a body as green as a gardenia, and his icy white skin stuck to the man's hand in velvet gloves in fear.

The blade, sharper than moonlight, grazed his arm and tore through the cheap shirt on the boy.

"I can do anything, really."

He had a pair of round cat-like eyes, which were dazed and innocent when they were wide open.

He was genuinely scared, so it came out a lot more naturally.

Moran thought of the lamb he had seen on the farm. It had just been stripped from the ewe's afterbirth, and it couldn't even stand still, but it had already learned to lick its owner's palm with the tip of its soft tongue.

What a beautiful lamb.

The man caught off guard and waved his palm lightly in front of the boy's eyes.

The boy just opened his round eyes in confusion, staring at the void without blinking.

"Sir?" Jiang Chi became uneasy, and even when his brows were troubled, he was so pretty that he wanted to kiss him.

"I'm here." There was a faint smile on the man's gentle and handsome face, his tone seemed to be teasing his little pet, "Come here, good boy."

Jiang Chi is very obedient, he is now afraid that men will kill and silence him, so naturally he is willing to listen to anything.

The blood-stained soles of the feet walked across the icy ground, leaving behind a string of gorgeous imprints, like roses in full bloom, which were even more eye-catching than the ones held by the young man.

The blind flower seller leaned on the wall with one hand and walked cautiously towards his husband.

Sir Moran was still wearing a blood-stained white coat, holding a sharp scalpel in his hand, and his facial features, which were deeper than the marble statues in the hands of famous artists, showed a gentle smile.

Just as his toes were about to touch the corpse's stiff fingers, the man took the slender and pale palm.

"Good boy." He admired that, and then took the red rose from the boy's hand.

In this town with a huge gap between the rich and the poor, the beautiful young flower seller has another dirty metaphor.

It means selling the flowers of the first night.

Scarlet flower juice overflowed from the rotted flowers, soaking the man's slender fingers.As if he didn't mind, he rubbed the boy's lips with that bit of sweet color.

"What's your name, little one."

The boy hesitated for a moment, but decided to tell the truth: "Jiang Chi."

"Hua people?" Although it was a question, the tone was firm.

The young man nodded shrewdly.He didn't look at the man when he answered, and his foggy eyes always seemed to be about to shed tears at any time.

Would love to see what it would be like if he actually cried.

The man chuckled, a little too timid.

"Don't be afraid, my great-grandmother is also from Huaguo."

The man's house is really quiet, there are no servants coming and going, and no pets rolling around like a spoiled child. The sound of breathing silently brushes against the cold silver blade.

The boy was a little nervous, trying to find some support, he stepped back, almost stepping on the more viscous and disgusting liquid with the soles of his feet.

The unlucky deceased was an obese patient. Dark yellow fat mixed with blood flowed out after being disembowelled.

The moment the boy stepped on the puddle of fat, the man condescendingly stretched out his hand to pick up his slender leg.

"I accidentally dropped the wine bottle just now, and there are wine everywhere on the ground." Moran said lightly, as if it was a trivial matter, "You are too light."

He said this again without thinking, and his tone seemed a little dissatisfied.

The boy jumped into the air unexpectedly, and was held in the arms of the man a little stiffly, and said tremblingly, "I'm sorry."

It seems that he was born a cowardly child who has no character at all.When others tend to get angry, they always apologize non-stop first, but in exchange for worse insults and bullying.

"You are too dirty, you need to take a bath." The man hugged the warm and soft little beauty, and walked across the dead body on the ground without looking sideways.

The dregs that have died are no different from garbage.

Just throw it away.

He seemed to have completely believed Jiang Chi's lies, and decided to eat up the little lamb that offered to come to his door.

Jiang Chi quietly breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that this murderer is quite easy to fool.

In the eyes of men, Jiang Chi is really a very simple, or too stupid, beautiful child.

In just a few words, Moran had already wiped out his details.

No father and no mother, drifting across the ocean.

Even if it disappeared, no one would know.

Really, the perfect prey.

The blind lamb was unaware of the dangerous trap he had fallen into, and even took the initiative to wash himself clean and send him to the wolf's bloody mouth.

The bathroom of the aristocratic mansion was clean and spacious, with a faint citrus fragrance floating in the air.Jiang Chi soaked in the bathtub filled with hot water, and felt that the fatigue of his whole body seemed to be magnified.

After the great fear, the muscles all over the body were clamoring for pain.

That familiar mechanical sound sounded at this time.

"He seems to like you."

Inexplicably, Jiang Chi heard a bit of sarcasm in this cold voice, as if he was mocking Jiang Chi for being smart.

Jiang Chi was a little wronged, not because the situation was too sudden, he really couldn't think of any better way to save his life.

"I don't want to either." There was a hint of crying in his voice.

He was really scared today, and now that someone is willing to listen to him, he can't hold back his emotions.

The system was silent for a while, and when he spoke again, he said in a helpless tone, "You're obviously a vixen, but you're too timid. How did you become such a coquettish man?"

Jiang Chi blinked innocently.

"Anyway, your performance just now was not bad, I think your IQ rating can be higher." The system changed the subject and satirized him coolly.

It seemed to dislike Jiang Chi's lying in exchange for Moran's sympathy.

Jiang Chi's attention was drawn away by the following sentence, and he asked naively, "What is an IQ rating...?"

The system paused, and then began to report the name of the dish to Jiang Chi:

"The host body data test report is being generated..."

"IQ: Level 1 (Incurably Stupid)"

"Physical Strength: Level 1 (Let's wait to die when encountering a boss)"

"Lucky: Level 1 (hahaha old bad luck)"

"Trait: Extreme Yin Fate (Demons and ghosts fall in love with you)"

"Comprehensive assessment: you can start to choose good-looking posthumous photos :)"

Jiang Chi: ...he shouldn't talk too much.

"In short, if you find a way to survive from Moran, and then find the evidence of Moran's murder and hand it over to the police, your mission will be considered complete."

The system had no hope for the host's IQ, and casually comforted: "Don't worry, this is a novice dungeon, the difficulty will not be particularly difficult... and it won't really let you sleep with him."

However, although a certain fox is timid, he has no concept of chastity.

Probably because when he had no money, he often pretended to be a cat and went to work in a cat cafe, and he had developed a habit. Jiang Chi simply wanted to go to bed just to kiss his belly and touch his tail, which didn't seem to be a particularly intolerable thing.

Jiang Chi said sincerely to the system: "Don't worry, I can definitely do the task well."

System: ...Why is it getting more and more worried.

Jiang Chi had been soaking in the bathtub for too long, his fair skin was soaked in a bright red color, and even his cheeks had a drunken color.

I really want to reach out and pinch the soft flesh from the cheeks to the thin neck.

His neck is so slender, if he clamped it with a tiger's mouth, as long as he slowly exerted some pressure, he would cry and struggle.

Moran thought that the cry of the lamb should also be thin, weak and pitiful.

If you tighten your fingers, you can feel the warm and sweet blood flowing in fright in the fragile blood vessels.

Jiang Chi couldn't see, so he should have no idea that Moran appeared in the bathroom.

The man just watched in silence as the naked young man lay comfortably in the bathtub, and when he raised his arms to lift the water, there would be a pattering sound that provoked reverie.

Of course Jiang Chi knew that the man was watching him take a shower.

abnormal!

He scolded him secretly in his heart, thinking that it was really shameless to peek at others taking a bath.

However, as a little blind man, Jiang Chi could only pretend to be unaware, and calmly soaked in the bathtub, but in fact his toes hidden at the bottom of the bathtub were already tightened.

It's really embarrassing to be watched by people taking a shower or something.

When will the smelly pervert go away.

The little vixen got goosebumps all over his body, and while cursing angrily in his heart, he knew that he had soaked for long enough, and if he soaked for a long time, not to mention wrinkling, it might make the man suspicious.

Moran didn't seem about to avert his eyes.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes under the lens stared coldly at the soaked red and naked skin of the boy.

Jiang Chi's scalp was numb and he had to stand up from the bathtub.

He tentatively stretched out a foot first.

He pretended to shake twice, showing an invisible embarrassment.

The boy's feet are also small, and a man can easily hold them in the palm of his hand.

Jiang Chi was taken aback, his misty eyes widened blankly: "Sir?" He said softly, but unfortunately he didn't start crying.

The man's voice was very gentle, as if he was really a gentleman: "Your feet haven't been washed yet."

Immediately, Jiang Chi's face was stained with embarrassment, and he stammered: "Yes, is it?"

The young man became annoyed, and Ye Li's eyebrows drooped: "I'm sorry sir, I'm really useless, I can't even do this well."

The man was unexpectedly tolerant, the viscount's delicate and slender fingers stroked the boy's pinkish soles, causing the boy to tremble slightly.

"fine."

The man who had just finished disposing of the corpse showed a sickly and serious smile: "I'll help you."

Obviously it has been cleaned.

Jiang Chi became furious, couldn't bear it any longer, and withdrew his feet abruptly.

Moran's hand froze in place immediately.

"I...I..." Jiang Chi resisted the urge to kick the pervert's legs, pretending to be inferior, "How can I ask my husband to wash my feet?"

Before the man was about to speak, he eagerly reached out and wrapped his arms around the man's neck, trying to get all of this out of the way.

He seemed completely unaware that, as a nobleman, Moran's mansion was empty without even a single servant.

A lingering and unknowing fragrance overflowed from the young man's lips and teeth, and his beautiful but lifeless eyes curved into ambiguous arcs: "Sir, I have already washed it clean."

He didn't seem to know what he was talking about at all, and his smile was still soft and innocent.

Moran let the young man's wet body wet the valuable silk shirt on his body, his bony fingers easily grasped the young man's narrow waist, the man drooped his black eyelashes, and sighed softly as if he had no other choice:

"Xiao Chi, do you really know what to do?"