The Trial Game of Life

Rong Yi used three minutes to explain to everyone why he could be a celebrity on the Red List. Everyone finally realized how terrible the five words "time controller" are.

After three minutes and three minutes, ordinary players have no other ideas besides fear. Elite players such as Jin Cheng and Jiang He can see some ways.

As we all know, such powerful skills as time control and big rift are all limited in use. The more powerful the skills, the greater the limit.

Rong Yi just had a battle with the speech industry, and it has already been consumed, but at this time, he can still firmly control the crimson time, and it is even unclear where his limit is.

This is much stronger than the strength he showed in the copy of "Before Dawn". Thinking of this, Jin Cheng could not help but looked at Rong Yi for a while.

If Rong Yi's time control has reached such a fascinating level, he still has a power to compete against the No. 6 movement, why would he give up again?

Jin Cheng gave Rong Yi a question mark in his heart, but the movement in his hand was unambiguous, and another arrow penetrated the crimson shoulder.

Crimson is already the end of a strong crossbow, even if Rong Yi recalls her time again and again, her state cannot be completely restored with the time going back, because the mental load is too great. After a few times, she could not even lift her hands, her fingers were shaking, her head was tingling, the red dress on her body was dirty and torn, and every breath felt torture.

But she still can't die.

How ironic.

But no matter how painful she was, those crimson eyes could still stare at Jin Cheng without blinking. There was no trace of regret in her, "I didn't lose to you... Jin Cheng, if..."

If I start with Jianghe from the beginning, forcing him to hand over the cards, I will not lose.

Crimson didn't say the last half of the sentence, and then smiled again, and the smile pulled the wound and made her frown. After a sigh of relief, she propped herself up from the ground, like a rag doll thrown in the garbage dump, her shoulders slumped, and she was embarrassed and ugly, "What if you win... Yong People in the night city... Sheng Mi En Dou Mi Qiu... ha ha..."

She smiled lowly, it seemed that there was a deep story hidden in the unfinished words, but Jin Cheng did not intend to listen. He put away his bow and arrow and glanced at Wen Xiaoming, who kept on the probe in the crowd.

Wen Xiaoming immediately understood, strode meteor came over, and Fu Er told Jin Cheng all the things that had happened just now, focusing on the cards and innocent things.

"It turned out to be so." Jin Cheng temporarily gave Crimson to Rong Yi, and his eyes swept for a week, so that every player who touched his sight felt a sigh of relief. If you want to use a word to describe that look, you should call it "Tianliang Wang Po".

Sure enough, he said loudly: "Wadao Sanfan wants to mess with me twice, not only for me, but also for my boyfriend. It's true-how do you say that word?"

Jin Cheng couldn’t seem to remember it, and nodded his head in distress, finally remembering it, laughing: "The ugly people are doing a lot of tricks. I don’t know if there are any people who are innocent here. If not, please help me tell them. : I don’t accept apology or mediation, please take the initiative to go to jail."

Wen Xiaoming said straightforwardly: "Just go to jail?"

Jin Cheng: "After all, I am kind-hearted."

Wen Xiaoming: "But they still beat me!"

Beating is not very good. Jin Cheng then tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Then you can hurry and beat them before they go to jail."

Wen Xiaoming: "Can you stipulate that boss, you must let me play a prison before going to jail, otherwise it is not counted."

Players: "............"

You are really a vengeful ghost.

On the other side, Tang Cuo has followed his ghost friends to the classroom.

This classroom is no different from human classrooms, except that the podium has been replaced with a coffin, and the desk has been replaced with a incense case. This group of ghosts must give themselves three incense sticks before class. I don’t know where they came from.

Tang Cuo gave himself a faceless expression, and then was forced to learn a lot of ghost world knowledge. If the starving ghost next door is not eating all the time and still smashing his mouth, the learning atmosphere is still very strong.

In the class, the teacher also taught them the paper-cutters. The paper-cutters wrote the characters of birthday and then pierced them with needles. The students in front of them pierced eight, and did not know who hated them so much. As she pierced, she was chanting words, and her two empty eyes desperately shed blood and tears, all flowing to Tang Cuo's feet.

Blood is very sticky, smelly and irritable. Tang Cuo lifted his feet naturally, but was criticized by the teacher by name. "How can that classmate raise his legs in class?"

Tang Cuo looked around for a week. The food eaters, the paws with the window glass, and two other students in the back row were playing table tennis with the eyeballs of other people. .

If it weren't for his courage, he wouldn't just sling Erlang's legs, but perform a death on the spot.

"Teacher I--" Tang Cuo just wanted to speak, and the radio suddenly rang.

"Urgent notice! Urgent notice!"

"I am the principal Black Impermanence!"

"Just got the news, the school security department detected that there are living people mixed into the school, the number of people is unknown, and the whereabouts are unknown. The school door is now closed and the whole school is in a state of emergency!"

"Please pay attention to all students, be sure to protect yourself!"

The principal's voice did not fall, and the screams after another almost overturned the roof. Tang Cuo was not scared by all kinds of ghosts, but was pale by the scream and almost deaf.

"Vag--" Xiaotao, the sick man said, started vomiting again, and her intestines flowed to the ground, slipping three students.

Tang Cuo hypnotized herself 800 times, "I am a ghost", a step away from Zhenzi's distant cousin, but turned back to face a female ghost with green teeth and **** lines on her face. Before screaming, she stunned her neatly.

Because of this, Tang Cuo's irritability index rose linearly.

If Jin Cheng appeared in front of him at this time, Tang Cuo would call him "Tian Xian", Tian Xian you are so beautiful.

Because everyone was in a panic, the teacher even lay directly in the coffin, and the cover was covered with a "bang" sound, which was isolated from the world, so Tang Cuo's stun students did not receive much attention.

The whole school entered an emergency state, of course, the class could not continue, and the radio began to guide the students back to the dormitory, try not to go outside to avoid accidents.

The ghost friend in the dormitory found Tang Cuo and wanted to go back to the dormitory with him. Tang Cuo wanted to agree, but listened to the radio and mentioned the formation of a patrol. His eyes turned and he made a decision.

"I'm going to join the patrol."

According to Tang Cuo's words, his current identity is a suicidal ghost who commits suicide by taking medicine. The ghost design is very speechless, cold and sad, so he does not need to disguise too much. And this is not a role-playing copy, he does not need to worry about ooc.

This time the task required him to find clues for customs clearance. He didn't even give specific customs clearance requirements. At present, customs clearance should be related to the living people who are mixed into the college. It is possible to find him or kill him.

And the biggest purpose of Tang Cuojin's copy is to find the life box. Joining the patrol will undoubtedly allow him to go to more places and get more information.

The registration office of the patrol was in the school security office. Tang Cuo separated from the ghost friends and went straight. As soon as he arrived, he saw that the third and third floors in the door of the security office were full of ghosts.

Under the ghost fire, the strange-shaped ghosts whispered to each other's ears, and the breeze was blowing all around, and the cold rushed towards the sky.

Ten minutes ago, the director of the security department was found dead in the room. Falling to the ground, the body curled up, a peach branch stuck in the chest, a pink peach blossom at the top of the peach branch blooming quietly.

He died peacefully, and his limbs were extremely twisted, with obvious traces of struggling, but the expression on his face was exceptionally calm and peaceful. This made the ghosts feel sincerely afraid that no one would dare to approach his body or pull out the peach blossom.

Suddenly, a slightly calm and nice male voice sounded in the room, "The murderer hid under the bed when he committed the crime."

"Huh?" The ghosts looked at them together, and they saw a male ghost at the door when they came in. White face, red lips, messy hair, handsome, even in the ghost world, this should be the appearance of the school grass level.

He walked around the corpse and walked to the bed. He glanced at the drooping sheets and reached out to wipe the dust. He said: "There are hidden marks under the bed, and the murderer left half of the footprints. According to the size of the footprints, I guess, The murderer male is about 175 up."

The ghosts were stunned by him. At the end, a middle-aged male ghost came forward and asked, "Who are you?"

This question asked Tang Cuo. After three seconds of silence, he spoke quietly: "Three classes of fierce ghosts, Li Haoshuai, I'll sign up for the patrol."

Middle-aged man: "It turned out to be a handsome student, hello hello, the patrol team needs a ghost like you!"

Everyone is a ghost. It’s not an exaggeration to say a ghost.

Tang Cuo accepted the setting for the time being and quickly entered the role. "Since I decided to invite me in, I will give a proposal first-the murderer is hiding under the bed and there is a possibility of committing again. We will search all the dormitory buildings. Check all the students’ wardrobes so that no one is hiding inside."

"Someone under the bed", did not expect to be someone under the bed literally, the task title is the biggest reminder.

"Yes, yes, what you said makes sense, you must hurry up and search them all!" The middle-aged man is the deputy director of the Defense Department.

When Tang turned around, Tang Cuo also saw Zhang Fanhuang's spell on his back. I don't know what year the zombie was, how to run here to be a security guard.

At the stall where the zombie man went to order a search, Tang Cuo's eyes turned to the corpse again. He squatted slowly, took a tissue in his hand, and pulled out the peach branch directly.

He could feel a burning pain in the place where he held the peach branch, the peach branch warded off evil spirits, and the peach wood sword. It was normal for the murderer to use it to kill ghosts.

Keep it anyway, maybe useful.

So the ghosts around the audience saw Tang Cuo wrap the peach branches in three layers and three layers in a tissue, and put it in his pocket. He was so calm that everyone could not help but look at his feet--

No shadow, not alive, rest assured.