Weird Regulator

Something broke.

In the eyes of Clyde and Su Chenghe, who had not yet recovered from their emotions, the second personality's fallen body crushed the last floor tile.

The three steps he had planned seemed to be completed at this moment.

The accident happened too fast.

Fang Shenyan seemed to be trying to prevent the second personality from completing his escape, but when he looked at the damaged floor tiles, a sarcastic sneer appeared on his face.

Then he grabbed the knife sheath on Chef Su's waist with his backhand and took it off.

He took off the disguise on his face, revealing an expressionless face, and aimed his indifferent eyes at Su Chenghe.

Su Chenghe was stared at by that gaze, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous snake.

He didn't know anything, except that Fang Shenyan's eyes made him extremely uneasy.

When the knife was thrust into his hand, he wanted to hide but couldn't.

Even with one foot missing, he fell heavily due to the pushing.

Fang Shenyan forcibly pressed his left hand on the scabbard, placed his other hand on the handle of the knife, and pulled hard.

The information about the sinful object came to mind in Su Chenghe's irresistible situation:

"The sharp bone-eliminating knife hides the negative emotions of countless dead souls.

Effect: This knife stabs a ghost and exerts a negative influence on the ghost.

Depending on the ghost's strength, it can have different effects such as neutralizing attacks, pinning the ghost, or making it sleep.

Price: While the sinful object is in effect, negative emotions also affect the user. "

A simple and pure object of confrontational sin.

But Su Chenghe didn't have much time to think because he was forced to pull out the knife.

Countless scattered images suddenly flashed through his mind, and death replays filled his brain.

This level of pain was even countless times more violent than when he was lying on the stretcher.

Almost instantly, his spirit was completely shattered by those images.

Su Chenghe fell to the ground, clutching the bone-picking knife tightly in both hands and twitching continuously.

Fang Shenyan had already retracted his hands. He took two steps back and looked coldly at the kitchen.

When Su Chenghe drew his knife, the scene in the kitchen also changed.

To be precise, all three chefs have undergone tremendous changes.

First of all, Chef Fang, who was at the very door, raised his chopping hand high, but could no longer put it down, as if he was in a pause.

Chef Su, who was in the middle, stood still, but his whole body was twitching, as if there was a short circuit in the program.

Its appearance is very similar to the Sucheng River behind it.

The biggest change came from the third chef who did nothing.

This was Clyde's clone. When Clyde turned his head in shock, it had disappeared from the kitchen without a trace.

Of the three chefs just now, only two are left.

There were only two sharp knives out of the three.

Clyde, no knife.

Clyde, without the square mirror, is still a very smart person.

The drastic changes that took place in just two seconds were enough for him to understand part of it.

At this moment, he looked at Fang Shenyan again. The previous shock and anger dissipated, and instead he was filled with strong confusion.

But the world didn't give him a chance to ask questions.

Another drastic change is coming.

The dim yellow light turned into darkness in an instant, as if the sun had set or gone out.

The black was so rich it was like melted ink splashed on the eyes.

Clyde followed the path forward, grabbed Fang Shenyan's arm, and asked in a deep voice:

"Manager Fang?"

"It's me, go to the master bedroom!"

Fang Shenyan's cold voice did not change. He was afraid that Clyde wouldn't believe it, so he added the last sentence.

Clyde had many doubts in his mind, but he knew that everything in front of him was Fang Shenyan's fault.

Since he said he wanted to go to the master bedroom, he must have thought of a way out.

In the dark path, even the sound seemed to be cut off.

The sound of footsteps passing through the living room completely disappeared.

Fang Shenyan could only feel the hand holding him, which was so cold, like well water in winter.

But neither of them seemed to mention the person who was left in the kitchen.

Su Chenghe fell to the ground, still maintaining the posture of drawing the sword, and his remaining right eye was tightly closed.

He kept shaking his head from side to side, as if to get rid of the bad images in his mind.

But his empty right foot slowly showed signs of flesh and blood condensing.

On the other side, the two secondary bedrooms are inaccessible because the doors are locked.

Following the memory, Fang Shenyan led Clyde quickly across the living room and back to where it all started.

The first time he entered the master bedroom, he closed the door tightly with his backhand.

The two came to a closed environment, and Clyde didn't have to worry about getting separated, so he let go.

Fang Shenyan groped through the darkness, found the stretcher where Su Chenghe had been lying, and took out an iron bucket from underneath.

This was what Chef Su brought to collect the blood, but he didn't take it with him when he left.

He was carrying an iron bucket. There was not much blood in it, only a few hundred milliliters.

When he returned to the door, he poured the blood in the iron bucket on the door without reservation.

"rub……"

After doing all this, Fang Shenyan smelled the strong smell of blood and lit the lighter.

The weak flame barely illuminated a small area at the door.

Clyde and Fang Shenyan looked at each other through the flames with their pale, paper-like faces.

"Boom!"

There was a sudden violent banging sound from the closed door, extinguishing the fire that had just been lit.

Fang Shenyan didn't show any worry, but calmly lit the lighter again, as if he had expected it.

Clyde frowned, looked at the blood-stained door, his face was extremely solemn, and he said in a deep voice:

"Manager Su's blood is a little special..."

Fang Shenyan's expression remained normal. He was not interested in the banging sound outside the door. Instead, he looked at the faint flames:

"I put the hope of survival on Su Chenghe, and he is about to become the chance of survival."

Clyde took a deep breath, looked at Fang Shenyan's face, and said after a long silence:

"When did you realize that?"

"When it tells three strategies."

Fang Shenyan took out the cigarette case from his pocket, placed it on the burning flame, and lit it.

As soon as he withdrew his head, the impact sounded again, and the tip of a knife passed through the door panel, almost piercing his right ear.

Clyde looked at this man, his heart was shaken, and after a long time he said softly:

"I'm not as good as you..."

Everything that just happened has revealed enough truth.

In this world of waste oil, there has never been a second personality created by Fang Jing.

Its true identity is that it belongs to Clyde's chef, the first clone.

In fact, this is a truth that is easy to think of, but the hardest to think of because it is so easy to ignore.

According to Clyde's description, he used the square mirror when he first arrived on the sixteenth floor.

Then the person who walks into the sixteenth floor is no longer Clyde, but a second personality.

Recall the sequence of entering the game, entering the house, shining the waste oil, and creating the first clone.

In this program, the second personality is the subject.

In other words, according to the normal rules of the waste oil world, Clyde should not have the main personality at all.

However, the facts are extremely strange, as the main personality and the second personality appear at the same time.

Clyde and the second personality's explanation is that there is an error in the characteristics of the sinful object and the rules of the waste oil world.

At first Fang Shenyan was not interested in this, so he ignored it.

However, when the second personality started to talk about the three strategies, especially when he took out Fang Jing as an example.

He suddenly realized what a subtle trap this was.

This is due to the use of square mirror sin objects.

Clyde pointed his face at the square mirror, the second personality in the mirror walked out, and the main personality switched to the mirror.

That is, Clyde did not disappear, he just hid in the square mirror.

So, when the second personality looks at the mirror of waste oil again, who should his clone be?

Of course it's himself.

In other words, the copy of the second personality is the second personality.

From this point, Fang Shenyan came to the conclusion that the second personality was a chef.

So on this basis, he also needs to determine what exactly Clyde is?

If the chef is the second personality, then why does the ingredient have the main personality of Clyde.

Fang Shenyan deduced an explanation from this conclusion.

That is, the two mirrors, the square mirror and the waste oil mirror, were flipped back and forth twice, resulting in this result.

For the first time, the square mirror flipped over and Clyde was hidden in the mirror.

The second time, the waste oil was turned over, but Clyde, the man in the mirror, was moved outside the mirror.

Since then, it has led to such a strange situation.

It's a coincidence, or it's design, in short it's extremely subtle.

Now Clyde and the second personality appear at the same time, but they are not in the same position at all.

Then, the way out for the second personality becomes intriguing.