My different world is game mode

"..."

Lindsay sat in the shop, her eyes dazed.

The Wala Wala next to it is not much different.

The two people in the shop were facing a tangled problem at the moment - how to deal with Hilud?

Killing them directly, but fulfilling the other party's wishes, is really unpleasant.

But if you don't kill her, you can't just let her go.

As for leaving it to the Art Association...

"Walawala, how long does a seventh-level artist generally live?"

Wala Wala replied:

"For artists in the seventh stage, their essence, heart, and soul have all become one. As expected, it is easy to live for one, two, or a thousand years."

One or two thousand years...

Lindsay blinked.

For ordinary people, a hundred years is already the weight of a lifetime.

But for an awakened person with such a lifespan, if you make an inappropriate conversion, it will take away almost one-tenth of your life.

Is this really worth this guy's sins?

At this time, Wala Wala asked Lindsay:

"Lindsay, have you thought of a solution?"

Lindsay looked confused:

"Leave her here first."

"Isn't this guy so weak that she's about to die? If she dies on her own, that would be the best, and she doesn't need to bother us to make a decision; if she doesn't die, I'll think of a way then..."

Click——

At this moment, the door to Lindsay's shop was pushed open.

Miss Fenlei from the next street walked in with a bright smile and greeted Lindsay behind the counter:

"Mr. Lindsay, you still have..."

"Maybe I came at the wrong time!"

Miss Fenlei's expression changed drastically when she saw Hilud lying on the ground.

Lindsay didn't even have time to explain, she hurriedly exited the store, and then disappeared at the end of the street with the sound of retreating footsteps.

"..."

Lindsay and Wala Wala looked at each other:

"She went to report the crime?"

"What should we do? It's impossible for us to surrender first."

"We can't keep leaving people here anyway."

"..."

"Let's go find the distant star!"

"Aren't there professional writers in the Finbul Theater? At least find out how many crimes this guy has committed, and then we can make the final decision!"

Lindsay and Vala Vala had an idea.

Taking people directly from the street to the theater may be a bit too ostentatious.

So they rented a boat.

Put Hilud and her wheelchair on the boat and head towards the blue zone to the south.

It was noon.

There are fewer performances in the theater, but many people are preparing for the festival again.

When Lindsay and Vala Vala rushed to the Finbull Theater, Yao Xing happened to be rehearsing and had no time to come over to entertain them.

So the person who entertained them in the reception room became Finbul, the owner of the theater.

Finbul looked at Wala Wala in front of him, smiled and greeted:

"This is our first official meeting since you left, right?"

"By the way, according to Yao Xing, I should call you Walawala now?"

Facing the theater owner who once took great care of me.

Wala Wala put away her previous jump and greeted her as a junior:

"Long time no see indeed, Mr. Finble."

"But when I come here this time, I have something to trouble you with, so please take a look at it."

Wala Wala's words fell to the ground.

Lindsay pushed the wheelchair and pushed Hilud up.

When Finbull saw the fallen artist who had passed out, he recalled it for a moment, and his expression became subtle:

"A very powerful source of energy, at the same level as me, at the seventh stage."

"And this appearance... I seem to have an impression of the talented playwright, Miss Hillud?"

Finbul's tone became even more puzzled:

"She hasn't appeared in the City of Thousand Sails for decades. How did you get her here?"

Lindsay replied:

"Remember what happened when a theater actor had a problem and abducted a Kuwaiti girl? The reason why all this happened is because it fell into this guy's script."

"..."

Finbul frowned slightly.

He used his skills to bring into the state of the two young men in front of him, simulated the corresponding emotional changes, and quickly made an inference:

"Kuroshio Island, degenerate artist?"

"So this guy couldn't restrain his desire and started to attack people in real life?"

Lindsay nodded and replied:

"Yes, we are a little unsure about how to deal with this guy now."

"So before you really make a decision, you have to at least find out how many evil things she has done."

Finbull's attitude is subtle:

"Looking at the script of life comes at a high price."

Then he changed the subject:

"But since this guy dares to attack the actors in our theater, there is indeed a need to investigate."

"Come on, let's go backstage."

"That guy Seth should be free now. Let him take a look at this guy's bottom line."

In addition to buying scripts from well-known writers.

Top theaters like the Finbull Theater naturally cultivate a group of writers of their own.

The two of Lindsay were led by Finbull.

Come to a room inside the theater corridor.

A middle-aged man with a somewhat slovenly appearance was lying on the floor of the office.

"..."

The room was filled with torn pages of scripts, the windows were blocked by thick curtains, and the whole room had a rotten smell.

The Seth that Finbul talks about can read the script of fate.

It could only be the man lying on the ground at this moment, staring blankly at the ceiling.

"Finbul, why did you come in?"

"Genius creation requires an absolutely quiet environment. Are you trying to ruin my new script?"

Finbul stepped forward and kicked the man's left leg:

"Set, if you say so, the new script should have a beginning?"

The man on the ground closed his eyes:

"Inspiration is the most ruthless woman in the world."

"After one night of romance, I left all my attachments behind and never came to my mind again."

Looking at the reaction of the man on the ground, Finbull shook his head and smiled:

"Okay, I'm not here to push for manuscripts."

"I came to see you today because I want you to help check this guy's life script. Hillud, do you remember him? He was a genius creator."

Hear the name Herod.

The lying man opened his eyes and got up from the ground.

He stepped forward and looked carefully at the fainted girl:

"Shirud? Fate backfires?"

"What interference did this guy have to make him look like this?"

"Walking with Death is my favorite. You don't want me to save her, do you?"

Finbull replied:

"You just have to look at what she's done in the past."

Seth looked serious:

"Check the fate, especially for a strong man of this level. Although it won't make me lose an arm or a leg, but in the next one or two months..."

Finbull said directly:

"I won't press you for any scripts for the next three months!"

Set immediately beamed with joy, and the powerful source of energy spread out, covering the girl in front of him with his skills:

"It would have been better if you had said so earlier."

"Isn't it just this guy's previous deeds? I'll dig it out for you right away!"