The Trial Game of Life

The rain started from 11:30 in the afternoon until 7:30 in the evening. On rainy days, the sky is dark, and the people's hearts are dull, easy to fall and easy to be irritable.

The **** the live broadcast was killed in the rental room, and no one knows who the murderer is.

Tang Cuo looked at the dark screen and did not move for several seconds. Because the screen is dark, but the sound is still there. It is because someone blocked the lens.

He could clearly hear the cry for help that the girl was covering, the sound of the chair falling to the ground while struggling, and the sound of her being dragged away.

The time is 1.03pm.

Game anchor, is this related to the student who was punished by his parents for swiping gifts for the anchor? Tang Cuo frowned, and felt that the sound of rain also sounded in his ear, and the temperature dropped suddenly, slightly cold.

He stood up and looked at the entire cemetery. The tombstone phalanx composed of mobile phones is strange and absurd, and the darkness outside the cemetery cannot be melted away, just like the square he went to on the day of his death.

Xu Yu, his eyes fell on the phone screen again.

Who is the murderer? Who is the dead? He could not find another connection for the time being, so he decisively laid down and re-picked up the line of the takeaway to continue tracing.

His movements seem to be a little faster.

Xiao Tong looked at the chin with his chin in earnest and wanted to take a sip of coffee, only to find that the coffee was cold. He smiled abruptly, put down the coffee cup, and looked at Tangcuo again carefully and carefully.

Children who play games seriously are always particularly pleased.

In the picture, Tang Cuo thinks in constant walking. If the delivery person fails to deliver the meal in time due to the accident on Xishan Road, and the person who ordered the meal fails to eat the meal in time, what will happen to the chain reaction?

After a while, Tangcuo found the tombstone of the suspected orderer after careful investigation.

His work group is displayed on the mobile phone interface. The leader is training, the employees are sending flowers and applauding expressions, and the copying and pasting are neat and tidy.

He didn't say anything, so he led him and asked him why he didn't answer.

President Wang Junjun, did you see the news? Why don't you talk back, do you have any objections to what I just said? It can be said.

Mr. Wang, we are an inclusive and loving company like a big family, allowing employees to have different opinions.

Finance sister Chen Jun, yeah Xiaojun, what Mr. Wang said is very important. As a young man, you should listen to your heart. This will be helpful to you in the future, you know?

Sister Li Jianli is right about flowers

...

The young man named Chen Jun exploded unexpectedly.

Chen Jun, what is my opinion? I have no opinion!

Chen Jun, I'm so busy day by day that I can't even eat my lunch. I have to give you stinky feet and flatter you in the WeChat group. every day! Tell me every day that young people want to work harder, for the sake of dreams and future, don’t worry about money! Take your mobile phone and say that you go to work and fish, if you don't take your mobile phone to listen to your training, you still have to say that I'm not in a group, and your uncle's WeChat group!

So the outrageous Chen Jun was fired, and he complained to the takeaway in a sigh of relief.

Tang Cuo looked and looked, walking like a wind, his face was firm.

Behind him, another tombstone exploded, and he didn't look back. His eyes quickly locked a mobile phone screen, and he squatted down to check. It was a Weibo interface. Someone sent a short video at Xishan Road.

The takeaway squatting on the ground crying makes the today's rain extra ruthless.

Weibo's wording is fierce, full of sense of justice. The background is a crowd of people, and the probe looks in a certain direction. Tang Cuochai is the place where the accident happened.

The heavy rain obscured everything and made people unable to see the tragedy that was happening in the rain. Tang Cuo saw the street corner behind the takeaway with a sharp eye, and a tall black man walked in rain boots.

He pushed a small cart for shipping goods, and the cart was loaded with two large white foam boxes covered with a black tarp.

Everyone was watching the scene of the accident. No one noticed him behind him, even the takeaways ten meters away did not find it-the bodies might be hidden in those two foam boxes.

The rain boots man was also blocked. He stopped and looked quietly at the place where the crowd had gathered. His hat covered his face and he could not see his face clearly.

The video is very short and there is no other content. Clicking on the comment below, at first it was full of condemnation and distress, and later there were more remarks that the takeaway may also be wrong, and the two sides quarreled without accident.

A quick tour of Tangcuo. He sees things very quickly, and he has developed the skill of quickly catching keywords when he is in school, at least 50% faster. In order not to miss the key information, he almost read all the comments that he could turn over, but he didn't see anything useful.

"Ding Dong." There was another information prompt in the cemetery, one after another.

Tang Cuo looked in turn, and when he saw the phone screen he first looked at, he discovered that the girl named "Bubble Qi" had updated a new circle of friends.

Bubble Qi

It was terrible, something happened on Xishan Road. It is said that the boyfriend and the boyfriend broke up. The man stabbed the woman and frightened him. This man is too impulsive, and so is the woman. Why can't you say that? It’s still as good as me. New independent women don’t need a boyfriend!

Selfie jg selfie jg selfie jg

See also Xishan Road.

Tang Cuo suddenly had a bold guess, could it be that the ninety-nine people in this cemetery had all been to Xishan Road?

At the same time, Zheng Yingying, who was dragged into the clinic, was trapped in the hospital bed with metal shackles. There are three monster doctors here, one on the left and one on the right, and one at the end of the bed, but they didn't shoot immediately, but moved closer to Zheng Yingying as if they were examining, shaking her head and looking at her.

A nasty odor attacked Zheng Yingying's nose. She smelled the disgusting smell and looked at the strangely ugly faces of the three monster doctors, but did not struggle.

Soon, the monster doctor on the right opened the case book in her hand and began to read her diagnosis report, "paranoid personality disorder, with a severe tendency to violence, should not be in contact with others, it is recommended to isolate treatment."

Wen Yan, Zheng Yingying's complexion suddenly changed, not because they said they would be treated in isolation, but this diagnosis. She had heard it once, but did not expect to hear it again for the second time. What kind of personality disorder and violent tendency these people did not understand her at all, they had to shut her up with just one sentence.

"It wasn't me who pushed him!" She stared at the monster doctor with anger and resentment in her intact eye. "I'm going to die if I have cancer. Why should I slander me?"

"Press and hold her! Ready to inject sedatives!" The monster doctor here's intelligence level is far above Jin Cheng's level, not only can speak eloquently, but also basic behavior routines.

The two monsters came together, holding Zheng Zhengying, who was struggling from left to right, and the other took out a huge syringe, but the sedative in the syringe was red.

Like blood.

At that point, the needlepoint with Hanmang constantly approached and enlarged in the eyes of Zheng Yingying. She struggled strongly, but her body was pressed to death.

But how can this be done?

The moment the needle tip pierced into the skin, the monster doctor's mouth made a whimper. The tingling caused Zheng Yingying's struggle to reach its peak. She gritted her teeth, and despite the pain in her hand, she pulled a hand out of the metal shackles-a small finger was missing from that hand, and it was already crippled. Rubbing a little bit of flesh, blood as lubrication, finally let her regain freedom.

The moment she got out of bed, she immediately pulled out her dagger and stabbed it into the chest of the nearest monster doctor. Her hand was injured and her strength was insufficient, and the dagger only penetrated two or three centimeters, making it difficult to survive.

But the nameless blade is domineering and terrifying, even if it only penetrates a little, it is enough to make the monster crazy. Its soul seems to be torn, great pain swept the whole body, every skin and every bone seems to be suffering from the delay.

Zheng Yingying drummed it out with all his strength, and then stabbed another monster doctor with his backhand. But the monster had been stimulated by his companion's misfortune, and he rushed towards Zheng Yingying without going back. Zheng Yingying fell back to the hospital bed at once, and the dagger only cut its arm.

At the same time, the monster doctor at the end of the bed also grabbed Zheng Yingying's ankle.

"Ah!" Zheng Yingying felt like her leg bones were broken. The monster's claws stabbed in, and her tears came down in pain.

She trembles, keeping awake in pain, trying to throw the dagger out.

The Unknown Blade wiped the monster doctor's neck, made a blood seam, and then fell to the ground, making a "bang" sound.

The monsters were attracted by the sound, looking back at the simple daggers on the ground, with fear and longing in their eyes, but no one dared to reach out to pick it up-it was out of the animal's instinctive perception of danger.

Both monster doctors were injured by daggers, but not deeply. The earliest stabbed at this time also eased over, screaming and coming to the hospital bed, looking at the red eyes, as if trying to tear Zheng Yingying.

On the occasion of a sudden attack, Zheng Yingying grabbed his cloak and wrapped his free hand, blocking its large mouth. The fangs in that gap were on the arm, but they couldn't bite the cloak, and they almost broke their teeth.

Zheng Yingying's eyes were gleaming, and the dagger reappeared in her palm, her wrists flipped, and immediately penetrated the monster's jaw.

After being stabbed twice, the monster was completely mad, fell to the ground in pain, and could no longer climb.

Zheng Yingying guarded herself with his cloak while fighting with two other monsters, but although the cloak had a high defense, it was not a hard armor after all, her bones were broken, and internal injuries continued to accumulate.

The monster doctor finally repressed her again, and the huge needle poked into her body again, pushing the red medicine into her body. The icy medicine made Zheng Yingying tremble, and she recovered a bit of wisdom from the pain and struggled violently.

The more she struggled, the more unstable the needle was and the injection was interrupted again.

Repeatedly.

She is betting.

The curse is a continuous effect. The two monster doctors were struck a few times by her while fighting with her. As long as she lasted long enough, they would fall down first.

What's more, the unnamed blades have a devouring effect, and their power will continuously add to her. Although they are not strong enough and have few supplies, for the current Zheng Yingying, it is tantamount to sweet dew.

Finally, with two splashes, the monster doctor fell down, and the wound cut by the unnamed blade was black with thick ink, and just looking at it, there was a sense of horror that the mind was plundered.

Zheng Yingying on the hospital bed did not move, and the red blood was contaminated on the red cloak. It was not clear for a moment whether it was the color of blood or the color of the cloak.

The huge syringe fell to the ground, with about a quarter of the liquid left in it.

A crow shook his head on the tree trunk outside the window, but he was not close.

Suddenly, the door of the treatment room was pushed open, and a male player dressed in ordinary clothes came in and stood in front of the hospital bed with a complex look at Zheng Yingying.

Obviously, he had been waiting outside the door for a long time, but he did not come in after listening to the movement inside.

At this moment, his eyes slipped from Zheng Yingying's one eye, and finally fixed on the dagger she was holding in the palm of her hand. He swallowed hard, and again looked at her face uncertainly, and extended his hand hesitantly.

His fingertips approached the Blade of Unknown slowly and slowly, changing from the initial hesitation to firmness, and his eyes became more translucent. But when he was about to get the dagger, Zheng Yingying suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. His shoulder hit him hard and knocked him to the ground, then he fell from the bed regardless of him and pressed him.

The man was shocked in his heart, and he immediately touched his waist and tried to draw a knife, but Zheng Yingying's dagger had reached his neck, making him unable to move.

A drop of blood dropped from Zheng Yingying's chin on his cheek.

"Huanhuan." Zheng Yingying's voice was hoarse, and his swollen mouth grinned, and he smiled and said, "You're not good."