Dragon Clan: Lu Mingfei’s Growth Life Simulator

Suddenly coming back to his senses, No. 1 stood in an unknown place, looking around in confusion.

"What. What's going on?"

He swallowed hard, not knowing what happened. He only remembered that he seemed to be doing it before he came here.

hiss!

No. 1 suddenly hugged his head, which was almost split in pain, with confusion hidden in his eyes.

"What was I doing just now?"

forgotten.

Now where is this.

Dream?

Is it a dream?

In the dark night, the dense forest swayed, dead branches danced, the autumn wind howled, and screams were heard.

He followed the sound, and the sound of footsteps echoed through layers of prickly shrubs.

Finally, beside a stream dyed red, No. 1 saw a scene he would never forget. In just an instant, his mind was swallowed up.

On the cobblestones that are as beautiful as blood, corpses are piled one after another, like a mountain of corpses!

The sticky internal organs rolled down the mountain like hot lava, accompanied by the white mist that condensed when exposed to cold, and the smell of blood spread all around, making it nauseating.

Even though he was a gangster who committed crimes, he had never seen such a scene before in a peaceful era. He was so frightened that his legs fell down and he was at a loss.

Stab-!

"Who! Who is where!"

Number 1's voice trembled and he heard the sound and left.

I saw only the dark figure stepping on the top of the corpse mountain, and the figure dragging the ground with his legs and feet clamped in his left hand.

The strange sound echoing in the night just now originated from this.

That black figure actually tore off a head with just his hands!

The black fountain is like a thread, weaving a terrifying night.

The liquid as hot as rain fell on the corner of No. 1's eyes. Just a few drops caused goosebumps all over his body.

"Who are you? Who are you?" No. 1 asked tremblingly, the sour sound of his teeth that kept colliding with each other out of fear echoed in his mind.

The man turned back coldly under the moonlight, tossed it casually, and a round object rolled into No. 1's field of vision.

He looked intently, scared out of his wits, and felt cold bone claws scratching his spine every inch, from bottom to top, spreading to the back of his head!

He recognized this face.

Although the face in front of him was filled with blood and was filled with tears, it was so distorted by pain that it was difficult to distinguish.

But No. 1 will never forget this face that is losing its last trace of life!

Because that’s what he’s seen since childhood—his own face!

But also...the face of a dead man!

"Huh? This is me." No. 1 was shaking, gasping for breath, and a question flashed in his mind.

Then who am I now?

tread!

The sound of someone landing was heard, and No. 1 watched helplessly as his head was caught in someone's hands, and his eyes were staring straight at him.

Behind that man was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, and even the bright moon seemed to be dyed frighteningly red.

The blood-red fox mask on the visitor's face was so strange.

The dark eye hole showed no light at all, and only conveyed the word "Death"!

"Yo~" The deep voice was accompanied by white mist dispersing from the lips.

Kaka!

I saw the fox-faced man stretching out his bloody hand, lifting half of his mask as if to say hello, and said in a cold voice.

"Now that you're here, leave your life and soul here."

"Number 362!"

Number 1 didn't know what "No. 362" was in the mouth of the person in front of him, and had no time to think about it.

Because it's right under his nose!

His own head suddenly came to life like a reflection, with blood splashing from his mouth and a roaring sound.

"Run! Run!"

The splattering blood dyed No. 1's world red, completely igniting his ever-increasing fear.

He just turned around and before he could escape, he felt that his neck had been clamped.

In a flash, he was dragged to the mountain of corpses!

Before he had time to beg for mercy, severe pain ensued.

"Who! Who is where!"

A familiar voice came from under the mountain of corpses. That voice was very familiar to No. 1 because it was exactly his own timbre.

But in the next moment!

Tear-!

His head kept flying, rolling down to meet the ghostly face.

next moment,

"Huh? This is me."

"Run! Run!" He yelled with a ferocious face, blood spurting from his mouth.

The same conversation and the same pain happened again!

Finally, the head still on the ground looked around in all directions as if enlightened.

Only then did he realize that the dark shadows on the ground that he had ignored turned out to be his own head!

That mountain of corpses is him, that sea of ​​blood is him, everything comes from him alone!

Everything goes dark!

The last remaining image in No. 1's mind was that familiar face under the half-lifted mask, and those eyes that were as bright as burning gold.

From top to bottom, pure overlooking!

His consciousness did not dissipate, but was locked in the subsequent body by a magical power.

"Who! Who is where!"

Familiar voices kept ringing in his ears, and the pain that had been instantaneous continued, it was torture.

The mountain of corpses piled higher and higher, and the creek turned completely red.

The blood-stained hair rolled, dyeing red blood paths on the cobblestones.

In the end, No. 1 was left with endless pain and unerasable fear in his heart!

"This is hell!" he whispered.

"Yes, this is hell."

The executioner chuckled, creepily,

"Ghost's hell, your hell."

Tear-!

Tick ​​tock!

Water droplets fell, creating ripples in the standing water of the abandoned building.

The next moment, the water pattern suddenly exploded, accompanied by uncontrollable anger.

"asshole!"

Fujiwara slammed the table and stared at the motorcycle on the big screen.

"Damn No. 1, is he trying to kill the target?"

There was a loud squeaking sound accompanied by the roar of the impact!

Under the half-relaxed and half-surprised gazes of everyone in Fujiwara.

Just when the motorcycle was about to hit the man and woman, it suddenly lost control and missed Lu Mingfei's head by a hair. It hit the traffic light on one side hard and smoke erupted.

As for No. 1, it was like a piece of rag, thrown on the trash can, rolled over several times, covered in slime and smelly.

He started to stagger, pointing at the man and woman in fear, his lips and teeth wide open, and he groaned, but no sound came out.

Then he felt as if he had seen a ghost. He didn't know where the strength came from. He bared his teeth and claws, roared, rushed into countless people, and rolled and crawled away.

Everyone present could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Because Su Xiaoqiang is still alive, this also proves that their mission has not failed and there is still a possibility of survival.

But then, extremely puzzling doubts came into their hearts.

Why were there such big flaws in the plan executed on the 1st?

What happened at that moment just now?

"Ms. Aso, is this the plan that you said you have tried your best to think about?"

Fujiwara suppressed his anger, pointed at the surveillance camera and yelled,

"That Number 1 just now really wanted to kill the target!"

"I told you to stay alive and keep your consciousness! Damn it! What stimulation did he receive? Was he raped by a woman?"

Fujiwara gritted his teeth, his nails digging deeply into his flesh.

If it weren't for the motorcycle's sudden turn, their mission would have ended in failure.

Don't talk about winning the project in Su Jingtian's hands by then.

This group of people will probably be hunted down by Su Jingtian, the father of a bereaved daughter, and the master!

"Calm down, Mr. Fujiwara,"

Ms. Aso was obviously frightened by the scene just now, but she quickly calmed down, "As far as the result is concerned, the worst case scenario didn't happen at all, right?"

"What we should be more concerned about now is what happened at No. 1."

At the same time, she was keenly aware that something was wrong.

After all, there is no reason for a motorcycle to suddenly change direction in that situation.

With this in mind, No. 1 quickly called on the surveillance personnel behind him to continuously replay and analyze the surveillance footage.

environment, status, speed

A series of data is reproduced with the support of rear computing power.

"right here!"

Ms. Aso waved her hand suddenly and pointed at one of the frames.

"At this moment, the acceleration of motorcycle No. 1 seems to have returned to zero, right?"

"No. 1's hand is loosened? What's the reason for this?"

"Report! It's definitely not the fault of the motorcycle itself," one of the staff members behind raised his glasses frame and analyzed softly, "I study mechanical power, and I also have a lot of research on various motorcycles. According to the No. 1 user Based on the model and age of the motorcycle, it is speculated that if he wanted to, the speed of the motorcycle could have increased by at least three more miles before hitting the target."

"Report! It's not No. 1's own factors." Beside the man with the eyes, a chubby figure was carrying information and raised his hand to answer, "I just analyzed No. 1's growth background in detail. As expected of Mr. Fujiwara, he really knows what's going on. God. Number 1 has had the experience of being cheated on, and the other person was a second-generation rich man. Based on this analysis, it is indeed possible that Number 1 was stimulated by the target’s date. Coupled with the accumulated hatred of the rich and the influence of alcohol, he just carried out the task The mental state is out of balance."

The fat man shrugged and threw the information away.

"In other words, No. 1 was probably only thinking about how to make the target die, and would not take the initiative to slow down."

There was no problem with the motorcycle, and No. 1's desire to kill the target was not resolved.

So why does this happen?

Ms. Aso couldn't help biting her nails.

"Report! There is a new discovery!"

The bespectacled man suddenly slapped the table, tapped the keyboard, and enlarged a frame of the picture on the big screen, highlighted in red.

"That's probably why the motorcycle swerved."

"That's so outrageous!" The man with glasses couldn't help but cursed!

Aso looked intently,

"Stone ball? I see, did the obstacle on the road accidentally deflect the direction of the motorcycle?" She stared at the monitor for a long time, frowning and whispering,

"But it's weird? Why is there such a thing on the road?"

Click! Click!

The screen flickers and goes back a few seconds.

In the same position, there is obviously no obstacle of the stone ball.

"No? No? Not anywhere? Damn it! Is it haunted?" The man with glasses tried desperately to switch the screen, suddenly feeling creepy.

How could something like that appear out of thin air?

Ms. Aso was also a little confused, but not alarmed.

If it is some unknown space-based speech spirit, this situation may also occur.

But if you really want to speculate like this.

Is it possible that they will encounter obstacles from some unknown hybrid species in this mission?

If there really is a mixed race on the other side, it will be troublesome.

Ms. Aso narrowed her eyes slightly.

After all, she hadn't considered this when she made her plans.

call!

"Found it!" The man with glasses broke out in a cold sweat and re-marked the screen in red. "It scared me to death. It's not haunted."

"The stone ball at the scene rolled out of the boy's pocket."

"Is this okay? It's even more outrageous! What kind of shitty luck is this." The little fat man next to him couldn't help but clicked his tongue, shocked.

After performing so many missions, this was the first time he had seen this way of averting danger.

"Shut up, you!" The man with glasses rolled his eyes.

"Isn't it bad luck to have bad luck? To be precise, we are the only ones to have bad luck."

"No. 1 is obviously out of control. Without this stone ball, the mission will most likely end in failure."

"When the time comes, not to mention the target is dead, not even one of us can escape!"

"In other words, this boy saved us all! Go have fun!"

"Luck, not necessarily." Ms. Aso frowned slightly, pointing to the staff behind and asked,

"Let me ask you, is it possible to artificially utilize that stone ball through calculation?"

The large troops who continued to monitor from behind were stunned and couldn't help but look at Ms. Aso like a madman.

Isn’t this idea a bit whimsical?

So unscientific!

After a long time, it was the man with glasses who spoke first, breaking the awkwardness.

"Old boss."

"There is a legend about Laplace's Demon in the scientific community, which is similar to what you are thinking now. The idea is that if there is a creature that knows how all microscopic particles operate, it can predict the future."

"For this incident alone, theoretically speaking, it is possible to establish a mathematical model by calculating the speed, impact point, deflection angle, etc., so as to realize the possibility of eliminating the crisis just now by using some obstacles."

He scratched his head and smiled wryly,

"But even with all the big computers in the world, there's still a chance that this algorithm will fail."

"And it also requires a lot of necessary preparation in advance. After countless trials and errors, it takes a lot of effort."

"How could it be possible for humans to do that?"

The man with glasses licked his lips and shook his head.

"What if there really was one person who calculated all the data in an instant, implemented it accurately, and achieved the desired results."

"Boss! Then this person is no longer a human being. He is a superpower, a superpower that only exists in imagination!"

"Super power?" Ms. Aso squinted her eyes and muttered to herself. It was strange. After all, not many ordinary people knew about mixed race.

Another way to understand what the man with glasses said is that as long as you have superpowers, you can artificially recreate the scene just now.

"I understand, you continue to maintain surveillance."

"Yes!" The staff member sat upright.

Fujiwara hummed,

"Aso, what were you thinking about just now?"

"You don't think there are hybrids, do you?"

"Yes, I think there is such a possibility. Mr. Fujiwara, didn't you hear the analysis just now?" Ms. Aso pointed at the little fat man, "Put aside the possibility of artificial calculation of implementation obstacles to solve the car accident. In In the situation just now, No. 1, who wanted to kill his target, would subconsciously hold on to the handlebars even if he encountered an obstacle."

"But judging from the results, No. 1 obviously lost consciousness briefly at that time, and then the motorcycle lost control under the slight influence of the stone ball."

"Enlarge that boy's face just now!" Ms. Aso turned around and ordered,

"Yes!" The man with glasses didn't know what was happening, but he still obeyed the order.

"enlarge!"

"Zoom in again!"

"Lock your eyes and zoom in!"

"It has been enlarged to the limit." There was a bitter whisper from the staff.

"Forget it, let's leave it at that." Ms. Aso waved her hand and gave up on delving into it for the time being.

"Aso,"

Fujiwara narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered,

"You don't think that No. 1 failed because of the power of Yanling, right?"

"How is this possible?" Fujiwara shook the Mediterranean Sea,

"According to your idea, if you want to achieve the two key things of making No. 1 unconscious and calculating the landing point of the stone ball, you need at least a hypnotic word spirit and a calculation type word spirit, as well as the support of a powerful bloodline behind it. "

"The power to master multiple speech spirits, plus a powerful bloodline. Do you know what this kind of thing is?"

"It's the Dragon King!"

Fujiwara chuckled and looked at Ms. Aso with an idiot look.

"Do you think we will meet the supreme Dragon King on a mission like ours?"

"If I really met the Dragon King, why would he be so secretive?"

"According to Long's thinking, shouldn't they just tear No. 1 and his motorcycle into pieces?"

"This kind of joke is even more ridiculous than the dragon king falling in love with a human in fairy tales!"

"Of course I know this, I'm just confirming it." Ms. Aso whispered softly.

"How about your confirmation? Did you lock the eyes of that little boy just now?"

"How are you, are you sure? Is that our His Highness the Dragon King?"

Fujiwara couldn't help but sneer,

"Ah! Aso, your idea is so powerful. Just now, that trash from the bottom of society, No. 1, seemed to have damaged the Dragon King's hair with just a motorcycle?"

"Tsk, tsk! Oh my god! That's something that mixed breeds like us can't do in our lifetimes."