Rebuilding Base is Under Construction

The light in the corridor of the confined area has always been a bit dim. In such an environment, even if not locked in the confined room, people can't help feeling a bit of depression.

The sound of riots from time to time came from afar, separated by several walls, some were not very real.

However, on the game panel opened by Zhang Dianyu, you can see what is happening. Some casualties had already occurred among the guards, which made him slightly quicker.

Anyway, even if the clown can't die, he needs to log out immediately.

Without saying anything else, pause the game first, lest the guards ... Zhang Dianyu thought of it, and suddenly stopped at his feet. Theoretically, when it becomes a game again, the pixel villain should be able to continue to add it.

In other words, they will return to the way they were before, just a piece of data in the game, which can be discarded at any time.

Zhang Dianyu saw that the clown's cell door on the game panel suddenly showed a dim dark red, which meant that the door was broken. The clown stood quietly in the room, and the closed door was suddenly damaged, but it was impossible to have nothing to do with him.

As if he already knew that Zhang Dianyu could see the closed door and choose whether to come alone.

But this is impossible.

Zhang Dianyu took the knife, and footsteps resounded in the corridor.

At the end of the confinement zone, the first door that caught the eye was the crooked door that was crooked to the side. The scene in the confinement room was not seen from the side, but it was quiet inside.

Zhang Dianyu didn't care, and strode over.

He walked to the clown's cell, turned around, and the man with green hair and pale face was staring at him, his red lips seemed to be smiling.

"You're here," said the clown in a slow voice. "Sure enough ... you know I'm here."

Zhang Dianyu looked at him and said nothing.

"Fun, fun." The clown's voice was soft. "Well, you have a knife—some familiar, Mr. Warden."

After the clown was put in the cell, Zhang Dianyu didn't even let him change his prison uniform. He laughed hurriedly, stroking the wound that was no longer visible on the abdomen, and there was still a **** tear on the prison uniform there: "This knife, my warden."

Zhang Dianyu didn't listen to him, but frowned at the closed door next to him. Inside was a ogre whose blood strip was bottoming out.

"You killed Leckett?" He suddenly asked the clown.

"Good advice." The clown looked at him with a smile.

"You didn't even need a treatment needle," Zhang Dianyu looked at him, "while the guards and doctors came over-you are alive, Lekte is dying."

The clown's tone even sounded a bit innocent: "But we all know he likes to eat untidy-doesn't it, Mr. Warden?"

Zhang Dianyu tilted her head slightly and suddenly shrugged indifferently: "OK."

The clown stared at his knife and licked the corner of Yin Hong's mouth: "Mr. Warden, except for the heroic little fool, you are the first to come to see me with a knife-do you know?"

Zhang Dianyu smiled: "This little knife almost killed you."

"In the hands of the prisoner boy, my warden." The clown smiled even more happily. "My sir, you look like you know I have no weapons in my hands-how did you do that?"

Zhang Dianyu: "I won't tell you."

The clown said with a smile: "You are such a bad guy, and there are so many secrets."

"Sometimes I think you know what I'm thinking-my Mr. Warden, I thought it was a kind of interpersonal connection." Then he shook his head in regret and laughed quickly, "It's a pity not."

Zhang Dianyu also smiled: "Fortunately."

The clown looked at the knife in his hand: "So, my warden, when are you going to use it?"

Zhang Dianyu: "How is it now?"

Clown: "It is indeed a good time."

Zhang Dianyu stepped into the cell, and the clown opened his arms undefended. However, Zhang Dianyu is not Sycostone

In the case of no power bonus, a small table knife that may not be in the right position seems to be unable to cut out the clown's heart, so he followed the tradition of Sycostone and drew the table knife into the clown's belly.

The blood spread out along the blade of the metal in an instant, covering the original dried blood.

The clown grabbed him with a smile, turned around with strength, pressed Zhang Dianyu against the wall behind him, and clasped his neck with his elbow.

Zhang Dianyu agitated the blade: "How do you feel?"

The clown shook his head and snorted twice: "It's far worse than your prisoner, sir."

"I guess so, too." Zhang Dianyu's neck, which was stuck by the clown, had some breathing problems, but the problem was not serious. He pulled the knife out, and with this movement, blood sprayed his right hand.

He changed positions and stabbed in. "Now?"

"It's okay," said the clown a little reluctantly. "Even if it's-Mr. Warden, do you know why I want you to lean against this wall?

The next second, the blasted wall knocked both of them up and landed heavily on the ground.

The clown stroked Zhang Dianyu's cheek gently, and coughed a little blood: "Because I need a little buffer, my warden."

Zhang Dianyu had tinnitus, it seemed that she had broken a few ribs, and there was inexplicable pain in her chest. He watched the clowns' mouths close together and yanked out the only effort left to pull the knife out, and blood spewed out along with it.

The clown held his hand, slowly opened his fingers that were gradually out of control, and held the handle in his own hand.

"Twice, twice, Mr. Warden." He shook his head. "I'm not dead yet, it's far." He frowned slightly, and said in Zhang Dianyu's ear, "I'll help you-- I know where it is more deadly, sir. "

He slowly pierced the knife into Zhang Dianyu's abdomen, his smile overflowing with a pale face: "That's right, do you feel that, Mr. Dian?

He met Zhang Dianyu's gaze and slowly got closer, and carefully observed the edge of the pupil that was slowly spreading out, but he could not see a trace of panic.

The clown tilted his head for a moment to think, and looked at Zhang Dianyu's eyes: "I've done my best. Why is it so serious, Mr. Dian Chief?"

Zhang Dianyu looked in an unknown direction, and wondered if he had heard him speak.

After a while, the corners of the mouth seemed to slowly produce a subtle to difficult to capture arc.

The clown laughed wildly.

Zhang Dianyu felt that consciousness was gradually leaving her mind, but the game panel in front of her was not closed. He could see the golden red armor and Batman arrived at the same time. Stark and Batman seemed to have a bit of a dispute, with anxiety and anger bubbles respectively.

Immediately afterwards, the round Iron Man flew up into the sky, and launched a palm repulsive cannon against the disturbance below, while Batman flew up, and a small triangular cape unfolded behind him.

very funny.

If it didn't hurt his consciousness, he laughed.

He still has a little regret. The plan to kill the clowns failed, but at least the plan to commit suicide succeeded.

He just hopes that Batman is slower, don't rush over to save him.

Immediately, the clown's laughter stopped.