Rules-based ghost talk game

Night, Soft City, City Lord's Mansion.

In this tallest building in the city, in the topmost room of the building.

The walls are thinly painted with gray and white paint, giving it a high-end texture.

Luxurious mahogany furniture, beautiful golden statues, light silver leather carpets...

On the black table, there are bottles of Alter's red wine and glasses with intricate reliefs.

The pale white light is diffused by the duplex chandelier on the top floor, and then interweaves with the pale yellow in the wall lamps.

On the glossy black sofa, there is a man wearing a brown uniform, a hard fabric with no wrinkles, and white leather gloves, sitting here quietly with his legs slightly crossed.

The man's hair was not long and hung casually on his head. He wore half a silver mask on his face, and his exposed face showed a calm expression.

"Runtu, have you dealt with Yingdu?"

Chen Quan's voice was calm and low.

Opposite him, a man three meters wide and two meters tall, his entire body shrouded in a black cloak, sat there quietly.

The sofa under his buttocks was crushed so much that even a high-end sofa could not bear his weight.

Runtu cleared his throat, and with his palm, which was twice the size of Chen Quan, he slowly "squeezed" the red wine on the table and drank it all in one gulp.

"Aren't you still worried if I take action?" Runtu laughed hoarsely: "How about it, Quan, have you found him?"

Chen Quan nodded slightly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"The plan is proceeding in an orderly manner, everything is as I expected." Chen Quan intertwined his fingers, lowered his head slightly, and looked at his pale white leather gloves.

"Only one chess piece is missing." Chen Quan's exposed eye was a little gloomy, and he said in a low voice: "This chess piece gives me a headache."

Runtu coughed dryly and patted his chest, his little eyes flashing with excitement.

"Quan, that's all you say. I'm not a smart person. You rarely tell me your plans, but if you say it, I'll do it."

Chen Quan nodded unequivocally. He stood up, walked to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked down at the city under the moonlit night.

"I have been in the fear level [black lawyer] stage and have been stagnant for many years." Chen Quan's voice was calm: "I often wonder how to understand the word "black lawyer" well."

He sighed.

"This has troubled me for a long time." Chen Quan seemed to open up the conversation: "When I became a weird-level [destroyer], all I needed to do was to destroy the balance and peace, make trouble in Funong, and make people angry. Teachers and elders also digest their essence very quickly.

Later, I became a horror-level [sophist]. I tried the literal meaning, but felt the poverty of my knowledge. I spent three years living in the library, learning about this era, the previous era, and even the dark Books that existed before the world existed.

Later, I understood what sophistry is.

Sophistry is not quibbling, nor is it making unreasonable troubles, but reaching common sense, and then telling the correct point of view from a wrong angle in a weird and cunning way."

The corners of Chen Quan's mouth raised slightly: "This is weird, isn't it? It's like the root of the path of original sin, which is madness and distortion."

Runtu scratched his head, he was a little confused.

"A few years ago, I became a fear-level [Black Lawyer]. Over the years, I gradually understood that if the appearance of a lawyer means that the rules are fair, what the Black Lawyer has to do is to twist these rules. This is also the [Black Emperor] ]The most fundamental law of path.

Where do the rules come from?

Why do rules appear?

Who sets the rules?”

Chen Quan asked three questions in a series. He didn't seem to be asking Runtu, but talking to himself.

"Later, I learned that it is never the gods who make the rules, but the people and the human heart.

The real rules do not exist in man-made formulations, but in the reasonable operation of everything, the changes in people's hearts, and the general trend."

Chen Quan changed the subject and said:

"It takes at least thirty years to digest and absorb the horror-level weird essence, and the existence of the ritual has become the biggest difficulty in becoming a bishop.

Among the ceremonial requirements for Black Lawyer to become the [Bureau Overturning Bishop], I have arranged all three sub-ceremonies, but the requirements for the main ceremony are very difficult..."

Runtu still didn't understand what Chen Quan wanted to say.

He said in a naive voice: "Quan, just tell me what to do. My brain is not working well. Don't tell me this. You finish the work quickly. I haven't been back to Funong for a long time. My mother

Still waiting for me to go home and eat dumplings."

Chen Quan's eyes flashed with a dark luster. He was silent for a moment and said:

"It's the human heart, overturning the situation, overturning the situation. If you don't control the people's hearts, how can you overturn the situation? That is not destruction, but subversion.

Sometimes I wonder, what is the human heart?

Look at these people from the outer city. They don't dare to participate in the third game. They would rather live in the outer city. But they don't feed on each other. They only extort newcomers and rarely kill. This is so peaceful and beautiful.

What a wonderful cycle.

why?"

Chen Quan's hand touched the glass of the floor-to-ceiling window, and his reflection was reflected on the floor-to-ceiling window by the light, vague and blurry.

"Why?" Runtu repeated stupidly, and then he shook his head: "I didn't know that they still have food to eat and they won't die."

Chen Quan clapped his hands and said: "You are right, it is hope."

Runtu blinked his little eyes.

Did you say the word hope yourself?

Chen Quan said: "The reason why secret organizations are scary is because joining is equivalent to dedicating your soul to the evil god. From then on, you are no longer yourself. That is a despair more terrifying than death.

And if they can live one more day, they will have one more day of hope, which is why they would rather linger than live an ignoble existence.

Until there is a real desperate situation, the human heart will always be the human heart.

But, in the overall environment, despair about the future will corrode their souls.

If the evil god can leave them a way to survive at this time, they will choose darkness without hesitation."

Runtu raised his eyebrows and said: "Quan, it's not me who told you to find the person you are looking for. We cannot have anything to do with the evil god. The secret organization is a scourge and we must eliminate it."

Chen Quan nodded nonchalantly, his voice gentle: "What if the evil god is no longer the evil god?"

Runtu still didn't understand, so he said jokingly: "The evil god will always be the evil god, haha, you don't want to dedicate this city to the evil god, hahaha."

Chen Quan turned around and stared at Runtu.

Runtu's throat was dry and he coughed, and he suddenly realized something.

"Are you serious? Quan?" he said in a dry voice in disbelief.

Chen Quan waved his palm, and at this moment, a strange spiritual wave spread in the air.

"Your name is Runtu, and you are my best friend." Chen Quan's gentle voice appeared in Runtu's mind, and it seemed to have a strange magic power, making Runtu's eyes a little dull.

But then, Runtu's body made a "click" sound, and the next moment, his huge body suddenly disappeared, and a black-red imp with sharp horns and a ferocious face appeared on the spot.

His body slowly emerged in the shadow of the furniture on the other side, unreal and blurry.

"Quan! What do you want to do! You are crazy!" Runtu's voice came from the twisted shadow: "You are changing my cognition and memory, why!"

His voice was dry and hoarse, excited and unbelievable.

Chen Quan said gently: "I changed the rules here and prohibited [walking shadows]. I changed the rules here and prohibited the appearance of [scapegoats]."

boom!

Chen Quan's huge body seemed to be squeezed out of the shadows. He fell to the ground suddenly. Just when he looked at Chen Quan, before he could say anything, he heard a gentle voice in his ear.

"You should obey me completely and become a thoughtful puppet."

The next moment, Runtu's eyes lost their luster, and his pupils turned gray.

Chen Quan paused suddenly, his face turned pale, his body was shaky, and blue veins were looming on his forehead.

"Huh... I have buried psychological hints for so many years, but is it still too reluctant to achieve this level of memory change?" Chen Quan's voice was a little weak. He held the table and slowly outlined an arc at the corner of his mouth:

"Run Tu, the chess piece that is not in place and is giving me a headache is you, stupid."

"Going to Funong, watching my teacher, and letting him get lost at the critical moment. I don't want this scene to be messed up."

Runtu's figure sank slowly in the shadow quietly.

Chen Quan sat unsteadily on the chair. He half-closed his eyes, placed his hands on the chair handles, and said in a low and hoarse voice:

"Throughout the ages, have kings, princes, and generals always had a good relationship with each other? It's just that those who win the hearts of the people win the world."

Then, he chuckled again:

"I can not do it.

However, those who understand people's hearts can also go with the flow."

...

"The Self Sect!" Wang Ziyan exclaimed.

Brother Scar told himself... There are two secret organizations in Soft City, and he must be careful. Those people are all mentally twisted and paranoid lunatics! One of them... is the Id Sect!

Lin Xi spread his hands and showed some innocence in his eyes. He said gently: "Beautiful lady, you seem to have some misunderstanding about our Identity sect."

Wang Ziyan's hand was slightly clenched. She almost wanted to crush the "wall-facing rune" right now!

"Sister Zi Yan."

At this moment, a sweet and moving voice sounded, and with the "click" sound of opening the door, a woman wearing a dark blue robe, a milky white mask, and a small pink heart pattern on the hole in her right eye walked away.

come out.

She closed the door to the inner room with a smile and took off her mask.

"Amy!" Wang Ziyan said in a low voice, a little frightened and a little angry.

Amy Moretti spread his hands and sat down at the table. He took off his blue cloak, revealing a T-shirt with cartoon patterns on it that fit closely to show his graceful figure.

"Sister Zi Yan, I just gave you an invitation letter. Come, but you come by yourself." Amy showed innocent eyes and said: "Our sect will not force people, let alone an evil sect. What we believe in is righteousness."

god."

"Will Zhengshen turn anyone into water at will?" Wang Ziyan couldn't help but ask.

Amy snorted softly and said, "Don't you see what kind of world this is? The nature of this world is weird!"

At this moment, Lin Xi stood up and took out a bottle of something like a potion from the cabinet behind him.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a white, fluffy piece of clothing that looked like a one-piece pajamas from the closet.

He put these two things on the table, looked at Wang Ziyan gently, and said:

"Your little sister knew that you were going to the second game, and she couldn't bear it. She was afraid that you would be cheated by your Brother Scar, so she stuck to me and begged me for a long time to give you this opportunity.

Here, the Black Rose Path - the strange substance and medium of the grotesque level [Lost Lamb]."

Wang Ziyan looked at the things on the table in disbelief, her small mouth under the mask opened and closed slightly: "Black Rose Path... Toxin ability... Brother Scar told me..." She looked at Amy and said:

"Have you become a [lost lamb]? In the bar before, you were the one who killed people with poison?"

Amy blinked her eyes and said with a smile: "Yes, yes, look, Sister Ziyan, am I, your good sister, much better to you than your big pig's hooves?"