Game of Destiny: This player is different

Perhaps because the cleaning was not thorough, the room still smelled of tar, carbon monoxide, and dioxin.

Qin Nuo didn't care.

He pulled out a chair, stood by the wall with his sword, and closed his eyes to rest.

The night outside the window gradually became thicker, the lights on the surrounding floors went out one by one, and the noisy voices in the night market gradually faded.

It was getting late.

But the bed was still shaking violently.

"Why is it so long?"

Qin Nuo frowned.

Generally speaking, normal people take about five to ten minutes, and some can reach twenty minutes.

As for the plots in the movie that took several hours, most of them were caused by post-editing and taking drugs.

Whoever believes it is stupid.

"Something is wrong."

He stood up, climbed out of the window, and prepared to go to the side to check what was going on.

Although this kind of thing would cause stye, it involved supernatural events, so he still had to do it.

He held the edge of the window with both hands, and his body swayed gently.

Qin Nuo landed on the edge of the window sill in the next room.

Although the curtains were drawn, the window was not locked.

Reaching out and pushing it open, the situation inside was clearly visible.

In the dark room, clothes were scattered all over the floor.

It can be seen that the yellow-haired woman was being pressed down like a frog.

Her eyes were closed and her tone of voice was weak.

She looked like she was exhausted.

And the man who was working tirelessly like a pile driver was the target person this time.

Hua Wenlin.

But...

Why did this guy's face become so white?

Like white paper.

The color tone was more exaggerated than turning on the tenth level beauty filter.

Qin Nuo narrowed his eyes and found a clue.

This guy who was COSPLAYing a sewer repairman.

Not a human!

Although he looked no different from a living person.

But if you look closely, you can notice that the skin color of Hua Wenlin inside was abnormally white.

And it became lighter and lighter as time went by.

The eyes, mouth, ears, and nose also gradually flattened from three-dimensional.

The rounded contours of the face, shoulders, and fingers began to develop into straight and curved edges.

Just like... a paper man.

Seeing this, Qin Nuo finally understood.

What exactly is the little paper man that he saw during the day for?

It is a curse that converts living people into paper men.

No wonder it can last so long.

But paper men also have this function?

It really broadens my horizons.

To be honest, it’s a good thing that I was watching from the side, otherwise the yellow-haired woman’s life would be in danger.

Without hesitation, Qin Nuo took out the prepared Pleasant Goat mask from his backpack and put it on to prevent his identity from being exposed.

Then he suddenly opened the window, and a scorpion swung its tail into the room.

He shouted, his true energy circulated, his feet were full of wind, and he rushed to the side of the paper man.

His five fingers grabbed his shoulders like eagle claws, and then he fell to the ground with a sideways movement.

With a muffled "pop" sound.

A large amount of colorless, alkaline hydrogen dioxide gushed out from the vestibular glands.

It can be called a local heavy rain...

Qin Nuo didn't care about this.

He pinched the paper man's neck with one hand, and took out the [Claw of Pollution] that had not been used for a long time with the other hand and put it on his fingers.

He clenched his fists and gave a strong output to the struggling paper man.

Fists fell like raindrops, beating the paper man without any ability to fight back.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The yellow-haired woman on the TV cabinet, who was almost exhausted, saw this scene and screamed shrilly.

When Qin Nuo broke in, her consciousness was still in a daze and she didn't find anything unusual.

At this moment, she woke up and saw the paper man on the ground who was beaten beyond recognition, and then she panicked.

Who was the person who was with her just now?

No, was it a human?

Seeing this, Qin Nuo punched the paper man's face and made it completely concave. Then he stood up and hit the yellow-haired woman's neck with a knife, knocking her unconscious.

If he continued to shout like this, the police would be called over.

After dealing with the yellow-haired woman, he continued to attack the paper man who was about to stand up.

The surging Nine Yang Qi wrapped around his hands and continued to bombard at a high frequency.

With the experience of the last time, Qin Nuo was familiar with the handling.

Anyway, the paper man would rather be beaten to death than reveal the truth.

Instead of wasting time asking, it is better to eliminate it first.

Bang bang bang bang...

The frequency of the fists hitting was fast and powerful.

Qin Nuo, who turned into a youth version of the humanoid Platinum Star, was crazy Ora.

The floor could not bear the continuous pressure and almost collapsed.

Finally.

The dying paper man was beaten so hard that his body lost a lot of color until it turned into a human-shaped white paper.

Qin Nuo kneaded it a few more times and twisted it into a ball.

Then he took out the frying pan and used the paper man as a ping-pong ball, hitting it back and forth.

Ping-pong-pong...

As the saying goes, one force can defeat ten skills, and great strength can create miracles..

Although it is not the correct way to crack it, it is equally effective.

It didn't take too much effort for the lonely soul trapped in the paper man to no longer bear it and turned into a pile of snowflakes and fell to the ground.

"The mission was not triggered, which means that the supernatural level is not enough, or because there is no victim yet?"

Qin Nuo speculated in his heart, thinking that the person trapped in the paper man should be the real Hua Wenlin.

But he never found out the truth that he had become a paper man until his death.

Retracted the weapon and searched among the snowflakes.

As expected, a piece of face paper fell out.

After putting the paper away, Qin Nuo cleaned up the traces at the scene.

Stuffed all of Hua Wenlin's clothes into the backpack, pretending to leave early.

After confirming that there were no fingerprints, hair and other evidence left, he jumped out of the window.

When the yellow-haired woman woke up, she might just think it was a nightmare.

Even if she noticed something was wrong, she didn't dare to call the police with her identity.

...

After leaving the Holiday Inn, Qin Nuo shuttled through the streets and alleys and returned to Room 201, Building 3, Jinyao Community.

He opened the door with the key, entered the house with a frying pan, and looked around.

The inside was very simple, with a few ordinary furniture placed on it, and a pungent smell of inferior cigarettes wafting around.

There was an iron plate on the coffee table, which was piled with cigarette butts.

There were a lot of cigarette ashes and small holes that were accidentally burned next to the sofa.

From the trash can in the living room, you can see full takeout boxes and cigarette boxes.

"They are all cheap cigarettes that cost no more than ten yuan. Hua Wenlin's financial situation is really not good."

Qin Nuo continued to walk around the house.

It seems that he has relaxed his vigilance, but in fact his muscles are tense and he is always ready for battle.

The title skill was already turned on when he entered the house.

Wherever his eyes swept, there was no trace of any clues.

Unfortunately, after searching the whole house, no trace of the paper man was found.

"It's a little different from Mao Sanwei's situation."

Qin Nuo stood by the bed in the bedroom and took out a photo frame from the drawer.

The photo inside was a bit old, and the edges had oxidized.

Fortunately, it didn't hinder identification.

This was a group photo of six people, four boys and two girls, all of whom were junior high school students full of youthfulness.

The background was a rural school.

Qin Nuo looked at them one by one, and stayed on the faces of two of them for a long time.

"Hey, isn't this Mao Sanwei and Hua Wenlin?"