Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"Hello, this is Sudwind Town Police Station. What can I do for you?"

A capable female operator's voice came from the phone.

As an NBS TV station, Wu Heng replied to the other party with Bob's certification and cooperated with the police station to verify the reporter's identity before he asked his question.

"Hello, we would like to ask if there is a luxury hotel in the local Rocky Mountains?"

"You are talking about Yao Wang Hotel!"

"Yes, that's it. On December 17, 1979, that is, 6 years ago, did the authorities receive a murder case about the practice of Yao Wang Hotel, and the reporter was a mother and son?"

Wu Heng asked the question that he really cared about.

He wanted to confirm whether this world was a separate parallel world with only clowns, or a world with other film and television plots.

After the female operator on the other end of the phone heard this question, she seemed to have a low conversation with someone else, and then the phone was picked up by a man with a rich voice:

"Mr. Reporter, there is indeed such a case, I have the impression. But the case was closed at that time. After killing a black chef, the murderer froze to death in the snow outside. The person who reported the case was an eyewitness. According to the on-site investigation, there is nothing suspicious about this case.”

"The only problem is that the murderer has no history of mental illness, but he seems to be mentally ill."

"If you want to know more about it, you can come to our police station and have detailed consultation in person."

When Wu Heng heard this, he had already confirmed one thing: "The Shining" exists in this world.

He just needs some evil spirits, and there must be enough evil spirits in the Yao Wang Hotel, including but not limited to twin girls, bartenders, various guests, administrators, etc.

It should meet his needs.

"Mr. Police Officer, what is your name?"

"Carlo Luther, just call me Officer Luther. I am the chief of Sudwind Town."

"Okay, Officer Luther, does the Yao Wang Hotel still exist?"

The other end of the phone pondered for a moment.

"Yes, it is still open for business normally, but the mountain should be closed now. The heavy snow fell early this year, and the frost here will bite, you know sir."

When Wu Heng heard this, he smiled lightly and replied: "Okay, I understand. Thank you, Officer Qi Luther. I may visit you the next day. I hope you will be careful about frost bites."

After the two agreed, Wu Heng hung up the phone.

The reason why the other party was able to answer so many of his questions seriously was because of his identity as Bob. As a media mouthpiece, he could easily make Luther resign if he was concerned about it. This was a place where speech was relatively free.

The other is the police station in that place. There is basically nothing going on and the daily workload is very small. They have free time to answer some boring questions or deal with some boring things like looking for cats and dogs.

Now that Wu Heng has confirmed the existence of Yao Wang Hotel, he must go there and change Ma Zhuling's gaze first.

"Bob, I have to go there. I will leave the affairs here to you. I have solved all the political and commercial issues. If anything happens, please call me."

"Remember your mission. Prioritize everything in the trial. You can ignore all problems. Believe me that I can handle it. You sign your name on this amulet first. I can use it to protect you from the breath of hell at any time."

Wu Heng took out a piece of red paper with some strange symbols drawn on it for disguise.

Bob didn't hesitate at all. When he heard that Wu Heng was leaving, he panicked. When he heard that this could protect him, he couldn't wait to sign his name.

He believed that Wu Heng would not harm him, because Wu Heng, who could handle all the government officials, did not need so many means or unnecessary efforts to harm him.

The reason why people trust a strong person lies in the word "strong".

It's not that strong people won't use intrigues, but it's just that they are no longer necessary.

Just like no one would believe that a billionaire spent a lot of time and energy just to defraud a certain person of two dollars.

Wu Heng put the red paper away. Since Bob's trajectory could be noticed by him at any time, he no longer wasted time.

He took the elevator directly to the basement floor of the TV Building, put the hidden spirit into Bob's vehicle and possessed it, and then drove his own car to the Lincoln City Airport.

There was a private jet that Bob had reserved waiting for him. All these expenses were the money he gave to Bob. Money was just a number to him. He didn't even care how much Bob spent or how much he kept.

Just like a human gives an ant a piece of bread, no one cares how much it eats or how much it gives to other ants, but as long as it makes it angry, you can dig up the nest at any time and get it back even harder.

This is confidence.

After the plane was in the air for an hour, a blond stewardess wearing a black uniform and short skirt came over carrying a cup of coffee and a fruit plate.

She bent down slightly, her golden curly hair sliding down from her shoulders, covering the looming white snow, and then whispered to Wu Heng gently:

"Mr. Lister, the cold current over the town of Sudwind is very heavy and it is difficult to land. We can only land in Denver. We need you to take a car to Sudwind. Do you think this is okay?"

Wu Heng's eyes were as calm as water. He was currently thinking about the Shining and had no intention of observing the scenery in front of him. He thought about it after hearing this.

The town of Sudwind is located between Lincoln and Denver. If you continue to Denver and then return, you will have traveled twice the distance.

“Do your air hatches meet skydiving standards?”

Wu Heng knew that skydiving was not allowed on ordinary passenger planes, but he didn't know if this type of private customization, which focused on safety, would be satisfactory.

"This one is specifically designed to support skydiving."

"In that case, there's no need to land. I'll just parachute when the time comes. Don't ask any questions."

Wu Heng took out the pig directly and used hallucination to influence them, so as not to waste more words and explanations.

As for the possible subsequent impact and the panic caused by the flight attendants and pilots, that is no longer a trivial matter that he needs to worry about.

After waiting for 15 minutes, the plane finally arrived over the town of Sadwind.

Wu Heng took out his own parachute from the phylactery. He was now the only one left in the cabin. The door slid open, and the depressurized air shook the fuselage. Wu Heng retracted the parachute and jumped directly.

He doesn't have any skydiving experience, but it doesn't matter. The parachute is just a guarantee. His confidence comes from his own strength. As long as he can leave a piece of flesh on his body, he can jump around instantly.

The howling cold wind, mixed with snowflakes, formed a vortex-like airflow, like a spinning razor.

Wu Heng opened the umbrella, swirled in the whirlpool, and fell down.

Poof~!

There was a sound of popping a balloon.

Yasen, a little boy who was building a snowman under a tree, was hit by the snow that suddenly fell from the tree, and even half of the snowman he had just built was buried.

Only 6 years old, he looked up blankly, only to see a tall body penetrated by a thick branch. He was hanging on the branch, not knowing whether to live or die.

Wu Heng glanced at it with some unhappiness, and his back twisted into a parachute of hemp rope.

The parachute was originally a good parachute, but due to the rotation of the airflow in mid-air, all the ropes were tangled together and completely twisted into a hemp rope, causing him to fall directly.

The strong body, supported by gravity, hit a branch as thick as an arm, and even the broken tree stubble was rubbed smooth before it penetrated his body.

Wu Heng stretched out his hands and pulled his body out from the branch. The wound on his abdomen healed instantly. With a bang, he jumped down from the tree.

After looking at the dumbfounded child, whose face was red from the cold, Wu Heng smiled, pinched his face and asked:

"Children, may I ask which direction Sudwind Town is heading?"

The little boy Yasen still hadn't come to his senses and pointed blankly in the direction behind him.

"Thank you." Wu Heng took out the motorcycle from the casket, stepped on the accelerator and rushed in the direction pointed.

The little boy finally came to his senses, ran back home in a hurry, and told his mother.

"Yasen, who told you about the resurrection of the corpse on the branch? I don't allow you to listen to such horror stories!" the boy's mother angrily yelled.

The little boy was left with a look of grievance.

Wu Heng went straight to the Sadwind Police Station and inquired about related cases.

There is no need for the local police station to conceal this simple and clear case that has been closed. If it is reported, it can actually demonstrate their speed in solving the case.

Wu Heng compared all the confessions of the caller in the case with the scenes in his memory and found that they were completely consistent.

The woman who reported the crime was named Wendy, and her eight-year-old son was named Danny. She took her child into the police station that day and called the police, claiming that her husband wanted to kill her and the child.

The police then discovered the black chef who had been hacked to death and the frozen murderer Jack.

After Wu Heng walked out of the police station,

He rode his motorcycle around town because he needed to find some detectors.

It wasn't until he wandered to the alley of Federico Road that Wu Heng finally found the target he was looking for.

Across the road, two well-dressed black men were standing at the entrance of the alley. Their eyes were looking around furtively, but their hands were slowly holding each other, as if they had something in their hands and were exchanging something with each other.

Wu Heng saw white powder from the corner between his fingers.

"You are the one!"

He rode up on his motorcycle, swung his tail and stopped in front of the two of them.

Before Wu Heng could say anything, the black man buying the things spoke first:

"Hey, the rear wind of your car hit me. Give me some money. You can solve this problem by giving me some money. Your clothes are good, so you don't care about the money. Can you lend me your motorcycle for a ride? Hey hey hey haha.”

As the black man spoke, he opened his hips, lowered his right hand to his abdomen and held it empty. His hips kept moving forward, his thick lower lip was pouted, and his mouth made a "buzzing sound" similar to a motorcycle's accelerator. "Voice.

Then there was another weird laugh.

"boom"

But in the blink of an eye, he couldn't laugh anymore. He was kicked unconscious by Wu Heng. Then a belt appeared in Wu Heng's hand and he slapped the black man selling goods next to him.

The sound of snapping is endless,

Wu Heng whipped the man until he was rolling on the ground and his face was swollen. Only when the black man's whining became weaker did he take out ten bags of flour packed in small plastic bags from his body.

"It hurts. Say thank you."

"I am purifying your sins."

"You go back and call someone, I'll only wait for you for ten minutes, Amen!"

Wu Heng stopped beating him, made a sign of the cross in the air, pulled up the hawker who was lying on the ground with tears streaming down his face, and used his belt to lightly remove the dust from his body.

The black vendor was so frightened that he took two tentative steps back. When he found that Wu Heng was not chasing him, he ran away. When he ran 30 meters, he suddenly turned back and gave Wu Heng two middle fingers:

"Fake Squid, wait, white ghost!"

After saying that, he ran away with a slight limp.

Wu Heng smiled and waited for ten minutes. With a crackling sound, seven black people fell in front of him, including the little dealer.

This boy really didn't disappoint him.

Then he took out seven collar-style time bombs and put them around their necks.

"This is a remote-controlled time bomb. No matter you use any method to destroy the collar or escape from the signal range, it will make your head fly three meters high."

"Maybe you can try to jump up on the spot at the moment of the explosion, maybe I can catch up with your heads." Wu Heng said a cold joke, but no one on the field laughed.

He felt a little bored, and as if by magic, he took out a wad of cash from his pocket and threw a wad to everyone. The thick banknotes hit them painfully.

"Come with me now to the Yao Wang Hotel on the Snow Mountain. You can leave with the money the next day."

"Here, register your real names."

Wu Heng took out the red paper. As soon as the first person wrote his name, his neck exploded completely, making a sound similar to a firecracker. Blood sprayed on the people around him, and his head rolled to the side. The charred mouth was wide open, as if struggling silently.

"I told you to write your real name!"

After the first black man wrote his name, he didn't feel the other person's position, so he tried to scare the monkeys.

Facts have proved that the effect is good.

The remaining six people all wrote their real names. Wu Heng drove them away in the dilapidated vehicle they came in. Then he picked up the seven stacks of U.S. dollars stained with blood on the ground and threw them out of the car.

"Since someone is dead, you should share the dead money equally!"

This indifferent attitude made the six of them feel that they might actually have a chance to get the money. Originally, they thought Wu Heng was just pretending.

Wu Heng led the way on a motorcycle. He followed the local electronic map recorded by the technological equipment in the lighthouse and followed the route to the Yao Wang Hotel in the Rocky Mountains.

Halfway up the mountain, the snow had gradually thickened.

Wu Heng could feel the evil spirit on the mountain at this time.