The Death Knell

Bi Qi's mental age is not very old. He is the ninth one to be split among Kai's many personalities, so he is more like a naughty little boy.

And this makes it easy, no boy can refuse a new game.

Even Ah Wei, when Brother Jie said he had something good to show him, his first reaction was - "It's a new game," and then he was tricked into the bedroom and poked.

Of course, Su Ming didn't think about doing anything to this spirit body, nor did he want to check his body. In China, people tend to respect ghosts quite a lot, except Ning Caichen.

He just wants to send this "ghost" back to the spiritual platform and change into a more obedient and normal personality. Next, everyone will go to the Kingdom of Dreams to work together.

As soon as he finished speaking, while Su Ming was still thinking about the details about Bi Qi, a pale face appeared behind him, just across his head, looking at the orangutan on the other shoulder.

"How to play this?"

This translucent shadow looked like a faded middle-aged man, but the blood on his face was a bit unusual. It seemed that he had just smeared ketchup on his face and planned to suddenly appear from behind to scare everyone.

Su Ming gave him the game console and helped him turn it on with a calm expression:

"Click here, then click the game icon on the screen, and you can play it after a while. There is a tutorial in the game: It's very simple. By the way, your site has IFI, right?"

"Yes, the Holy Mother helped us pull the network cable, although I don't know how she did it." The ghost held the game console and smiled. He was obviously very satisfied. Of course, the game has not been entered yet, it is just the opening animation, but The terrifying atmosphere made him feel warm: "You are a good person, I like this gift.

He is quite simple, and that's right. Other personalities split from multiple personality patients are often very simple. They have very distinctive personality traits and behavioral habits that are different from others.

This ghost personality just likes to scare people, and in today's era, it must be easier to scare people online than to run a haunted house. Haven't you seen the rest of Doom Patrol and learned it? They won't even come up to the second floor tonight. They They're still in a group, and it's hard for Bi Qi to find someone to prank.

"You're welcome. I have always respected my spirit friends. Sometimes when I pass the scene of a car accident, I even burn incense for the victims." Su Ming opened his mouth and said it, which was completely nonsense. The other party couldn't verify it anyway: "Since you have internet at home, you can go back and play. I've given you this game console and a charger."

"Wow, if Poison Ivy was here, she would say this is not environmentally friendly." Bobo rolled his eyes. He didn't want to admit that when the ghost suddenly appeared just now, he was scared by the guy with ketchup on his face. Now The little heart is still pounding.

"The batteries are all used up, and you still have to worry about a charger?" Su Ming asked Strangler to cover Bobo's mouth with his tentacles to stop him from interrupting, while he patted the ghost on the shoulder: "How about it? Consider my suggestion?"

It should work, but if it doesn't, Batman will have to resort to tricks.

But it was too dark and too cruel. Although Bi Qi looked middle-aged, he was actually a little boy.

"Okay, Deathstroke, I heard everyone talking about you, you are a good person." Bi Qi looked down at the game console screen, his translucent fingers were adapting to the way of controlling the controller: "You came here today to find someone for help. Right? Who do you need to see? I'll go back and help you look for it, but I may not be able to come out. Everyone has to queue up.

"Well, the ghost of mind control master Lisa Radley or illusion master Pepper?" Su Ming thought for a moment, but still shook his head and denied what he just said: "Forget it, everyone can come out to control the body. It's very limited. We'll see when we encounter specific situations. Who will be next in line? Just let him out. It's better not to break everyone's rules." "

"Okay, bye then."

The ghost smiled and nodded. He shook the ketchup from his face and took the game console with him. It twisted like a noodle and disappeared.

As he left, the lights in the room became brighter, the air temperature returned to normal, and the ghosts in the corridor were...

All the signs have returned to their original state, as if nothing had happened. It's so wonderful.

The personality that replaced him dripped from the ceiling. It looked like a puddle of black mud. After standing up, half of its body quickly turned yellow. It looked like something from a stickman animation. The role is different. "It's

"Ah, I knew it." Su Ming slapped himself in the face, looking very speechless.

"Ah, I knew it." The newly appeared black and yellow man also made the same action, and it also seemed very speechless.

"Ahem, hahahaha...I understand." Bobo showed a malicious smile. He scratched Deathstroke's ears with his furry paws and said, "Because you were omnipotent in front of Kai before, and you were completely satisfied." A little girl's fantasy of being strong, now she has split into a new protector personality, and this personality is a copycat version of you. "

"Well, haha, the details are not similar at all, but... it's a bit vivid." Zorn also looked at the new weirdo. Although the limbs and torso looked like stick figures drawn by children, this half-and-half black and yellow color scheme , people will know what is going on at a glance.

"I think it looks very similar, and it's quite cute. Who can resist his own stick figure image?

Tracy also smiled. She felt that it was an eye-opener. She hadn't moved around much tonight, but just went up a floor. Not only did she see new solutions to hauntings, but she also saw scenes that she had never thought of before.

".what's your name?"

Su Ming asked the black and yellow stickman. He tried to raise his hand, and the other person was doing the same thing.

"…….what's your name?"

The new personality also tried to raise its hand. It had no eyes on its face, only a red diamond-shaped one-eyed eyepiece on the side of its face, like a piece of glass.

"I'm asking for your name. I can't call you Stickman, right?" Su Ming took a puff of the cigarette and flicked the ashes to the side.

"I'm asking you for your name. I can't call you stickman, right?" The stickman imitated with a somewhat funny voice. It also made similar movements. It was not a physical performance, but it even flicked the cigarette ashes with strength. , all learned exactly the same as Su Ming.

As a result, Deathstroke was too lazy to speak. He tilted his head towards everyone, motioning for everyone to come closer, and then silently strangled the adjutant to send the order.

Yes, the stickman was a little dumbfounded now. It didn’t have a symbiote. It was one thing to imitate the death knell, but it was another thing to imitate the strangled tentacles swinging around. It stamped its feet anxiously, but was still struck by a ray of light. Take it away directly.