Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

Naoko saw that there was no clean room, so she invited Wu Heng to her room.

Wu Heng himself didn't want to go to the ruins of 203 to stay for one night, let alone go to the perverted man's room, so he followed Naoko to 204.

At this time, Wu Heng was completely sleepless and turned on the TV to watch. Naoko was packing her luggage.

"Echizen-kun, I may have to go home tomorrow, you...?"

Naoko said hesitantly, with a hint of hope in her eyes.

"Well, I have to leave to go somewhere else tomorrow. I'll leave as soon as dawn. I have something urgent to do."

Wu Heng said casually that he didn't want other worlds to show mercy now. Girls from island countries were obviously more paranoid, so it was better not to provoke them.

"oh!"

Naoko responded with some disappointment. After packing her luggage, she took out her drawing board and sat next to Wu Heng. Wu Heng watched the TV quietly while she drew quietly.

After a while, Naoko handed a painting to Wu Heng.

"Echizen-kun, look!"

Naoko smiled sweetly.

Wu Heng heard this and looked down.

I saw on the drawing paper:

Under the moonlight, a man wearing a windbreaker stood on the street. His figure looked particularly slender and tall in the moonlight.

The dark trench coat looks like a dark cloud, mysterious and powerful.

A dirty, tear-stained little girl in pajamas cuddled up next to him, and a dead mutated beast lay on the road.

But the strange thing is that the face of the man in the trench coat is blank.

"Why is there no face painting?" Wu Heng was a little curious.

"Echizen-kun, what you look like now is not your true appearance!"

"I can feel the serious disharmony between your appearance and temperament."

When Naoko heard this, she narrowed her big eyes and smiled like a spring flower, sweet and warm.

"That's really smart, Naoko. Is this a woman's sixth sense?" Wu Heng was speechless.

"Then can I take a look at the real you, Echizen-kun!"

Naoko's smile became even brighter, her clean smile as beautiful as a flower.

"I can't show it."

Wu Heng's current appearance is transformed. He can wear other leather jackets to change his identity, but he cannot return to his original appearance.

"What a pity. I thought I could see the true face of the gods!"

Upon hearing this, Naoko lowered her head in frustration, her eyes showing a sense of disappointment that her hopes had been shattered, and she became a little depressed.

Is it a luxury to even meet once? Naoko, you are indeed a person who has never been favored by the gods. Naoko fell into an inferiority complex.

"I'm really sorry. Let's do it this way. I'll describe it and you'll draw it."

Wu Heng was a little dumbfounded and laughed. He hated smart enemies, but he admired smart people.

Anyway, I have nothing to do now, which can be regarded as a reward for this girl's intelligence.

"okay!"

Hearing this, Naoko nodded her head vigorously, her eyes were moist, but a bright little sun appeared on her face.

"The hairstyle should be like this, yes, the hair should be longer."

"Is it that long?", "Yes!";

"No need to change the nose", "Oh!";

"The eyes are a bit too kind.", "That's it!".

Accompanying Wu Heng's description and Naoko's response, the brush rustled on the paper.

Until it got slightly brighter, their voices became silent.

On the drawing paper is an anime version of Wu Heng. If you compare it with his real appearance, you will feel that he looks very similar, but if you take it out alone, no one will be able to recognize it.

"I'm leaving. I have to get busy."

Wu Heng was the first to speak and said calmly.

"You're done, where do you plan to go?"

Naoko flipped her black hair and asked seemingly casually.

Wu Heng couldn't answer this question, and couldn't explain it clearly, so he could only reply:

"Go where you need to go!"

Naoko was silent, the sun slowly rose, and wisps of light fell on the two of them, black and white intertwined.

Wu Heng stood up: "Won't you give the painting to me?".

"I want to keep it!" Naoko said with a smile while holding back her sobs.

She held the drawing paper tightly with both hands and couldn't bear to let go.

"Okay, I'll leave first. See you when we have the chance!"

Wu Heng put down a box of pistol bullets, turned around and walked out the door, waving his right hand as he walked without turning around.

The vermilion bedroom door was opened, and the room instantly became brighter. It was blocked by Wu Heng's figure and darkened for a while. Then the door was completely closed, and it became completely dark again.

"Is this where gods should go?"

"What if"

Naoko sat quietly on the tatami and turned to look at the box of pistol bullets.

"I... also became... a god?!"

"Goodbye, maybe? Goodbye, maybe!!"

"Echizen-kun!"

Naoko held the drawing paper tightly with her white fingers and murmured firmly.

After a long time, the bedroom door was opened again, and light filled the room again, but this time it was Naoko who opened the door.

Echizen-kun!

Wu Heng underestimated the paranoia of women, especially the paranoia of a disabled girl.

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Wu Heng walked out of the hotel and walked along the street looking left and right, looking for a destined person.

After walking for ten minutes along the way, I finally found my target in front of a restaurant.

The bald restaurant owner nodded and walked to the two young men with exposed tattoos, as if talking about the checkout.

Among them, a young man with a tattoo of a grimace slapped the bald shop owner.

"Old guy, what's wrong with you ordering something? I helped you advertise and brought my brother here. You should pay 10,000 yen for advertising, deduct 1,200 sushi, and you have to give 8,800 yen in change."

Wu Heng's eyes lit up, he stepped forward, took out three gold coins and bumped them in his hand. The jingling sound immediately attracted the attention of the two young gangsters.

"When did you steal my gold coins?"

The young man with the tattooed face instantly forgot about the advertising fee, pointed at Wu Hengli and shouted.

"We don't have just this amount of gold coins. Where are the others?"

Another young man with a scorpion tattoo took the gold coin directly from Wu Heng's hand, picked up a piece, put it in his mouth, bit it, and nodded to the grim-faced young man.

"Oh, it turns out they are your gold coins. There is a bag over there. I picked up two of them and thought they were fake."

"Nani, where are you? Take us there quickly."

After hearing this, the two people said in unison anxiously that it was too late to go, so don't let others pick it up. It was their gold coin.

"this way please!"

Wu Heng pointed in the direction, and while the bald boss bowed thankfully at 90 degrees, he led the two of them into a remote alley.

After a while, the young man with the scorpion tattoo walked out of the deserted alley, flipped through the phone book, and found the target he needed.

Behind these gangsters, there is usually an umbrella.

"Senior Mori, I have an opportunity to make a fortune. There is a fat sheep that has brought a lot of gold, at least three or four kilograms. It is said to be from the ancestors. I suspect it came from something shady."

Wu Heng hung up the phone and thought about how to deal with Fu Jiang next. There was only one task: to kill Fu Jiang.

It can give 3000 survival points, it shouldn't be a simple kill, right?

After all, Tomie's physical fitness is very average and she can be chopped down easily. Her horror lies in the division and proliferation after being chopped down.

After the split, the consciousness will also split, and even fire cannot completely destroy it.

If it were just to cut down Tomie normally, wouldn't he be able to gain countless survival points? There shouldn't be such a loophole in the lighthouse!

Wu Heng coveted Fu Jiang, not for his beauty, but for his ability to multiply and grow infinitely. After all, if he wanted to fill his life box, he couldn't really kill 200 million people.

But there is a problem: the lighthouse teleportation is currently unable to carry these living weirdos. It is very likely that even one cell of Fujiang's own immortal and divided biological consciousness cannot be carried back.

So Wu Heng needs a way, a way to avoid the lighthouse's prohibition on carrying in this area.