Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

"This Xiangyang Ya did kill someone because he caught them cheating, but that person was not his girlfriend at all, but his ex-girlfriend who he had broken up with for a year."

"His ex-girlfriend couldn't stand his perverted desire for control, so she chose to leave him."

"Besides, he did not kill in the heat of the moment. He had planned it for a long time and was sentenced to death in the end."

The difference between suspended death sentence and standing death sentence is probably that if the former behaves well, there is still a chance that the person can continue to live.

The latter is much more serious and must be implemented as soon as possible without any room for negotiation.

Xiangyang couldn't stand his girlfriend's departure, so he waited downstairs of her building for several months in advance and observed her movements every day.

In the dark, he saw a bright smile on his ex-girlfriend's face, which he had never seen before when she was with him.

Xiangyang felt extremely unbalanced.

Why?

Finally, he thought, if he couldn't get it, no one else could have it.

On the night before he was about to take action, he knelt down and kowtowed three times to his mother who was sleeping in the room, to repay her for raising him over the years.

The body was decomposed and hidden in many corners, causing great trouble to the investigators at the time.

During this period, Xiangyang was detained until the case was fully investigated.

Tomorrow is the date of his execution, but today he was teleported into the Rule Strange Stories.

This was the first time that Long Guo had encountered such a coincidence.

Liang Xing asked: "Should we use the opportunity of the hint to tell Chen Yue the truth and let him be careful of this person?"

"No need." Lin Guobiao refused.

The reminder opportunity only comes once and is very precious, so he doesn't want to use it up so early.

What's more, he was very curious about the so-called prison groups and the numbers on the doors.

Do these two people have something in common that caused them to be grouped together?

……

In the Ice Bear Kingdom, Ivan sat at the dining table. He was eating a white bread roll with only a fingertip-sized bit of meat filling in the middle.

The brown rice porridge in the bowl went down his throat and was a bit hoarse. Although it didn't taste good, it was extremely rare to be able to eat such a normal meal in the Rules Ghost Story, so Ivan didn't mind.

He put a piece of fermented bean curd into the bun. In the morning, Ivan was reminded that the place he was in was actually a prison.

prison?

"There are a total of 100 rooms, and we are in room 76." The middle-aged man who lived in the next bed spoke while sitting at the dining table.

Ivan deliberately sat opposite him during the meal because the man looked very kind, making it convenient for him to find out information.

"We all have prison sentences. If we want to leave, we must find a way to reduce our sentences."

Zhang Wang has a square face with thick dark circles around his eyes, making him look like a national treasure of the Dragon Kingdom.

The tone of his voice is a bit like Lin Guobiao.

Logically speaking, such people should not commit crimes easily.

Ivan began to wonder why he was locked up, and the answer he got was: "Same as you."

Same as him?

But Ivan didn't know what his crime was. He didn't dare to ask more questions, for fear of revealing the truth if he said too much.

Every time they enter the ghost story, the copy will most likely assign them a new identity and let the chosen one play it.

The Chosen One’s behavior must be consistent with their new identity, and they should try their best to avoid letting people around them notice anything unusual, thereby avoiding causing unnecessary trouble.

He smiled at the other person: "I see."

Zhang Wang stared at him, his eyes full of heroism: "As soon as I saw you, I knew we were the same kind of people. I believe in my judgment."

Then you are wrong, Ivan thought to himself.

He lived for thirty years and had always been honest and upright, never committing any crime.

Before retiring from the army, he fought for his country and nation. After retiring from the army, he never caused any trouble to the people around him, let alone committed a crime.

He simply entered into a rule quirk and was forced to impose a false charge.

Ivan knew that there were not only murderers in prison, but also fraudsters, economic criminals and other criminals.

But no matter what, crime is crime, which means that this person has caused harm to society and others in some way and wasted national resources.

He firmly believed that he would never commit a crime now or in the future.

"Oh, really? Then it's really fate." Ivan answered perfunctorily. His behavior had to be consistent with his identity.

After listening to it, Zhang Wang just nodded continuously.

Ivan wanted to know how to reduce his sentence, which would determine how he would formulate a strategy to pass the level next.

Then he was told that the lower the cell number, the longer the prisoner's sentence. If he wanted to get out, he needed to pass the assessment and make meritorious contributions in prison to be transferred to a higher cell number.

Zhang Wang: "Room 1 has the shortest sentence and is also the closest to getting out."

Ivan wanted to ask something when shrill bells rang all around. In an instant, everyone stood up obediently and walked outside.

Ivan followed closely, and under the guidance of the administrator in orange clothes, they walked into an underground passage. It was pitch black, the ground was wet and soft, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.

After walking for more than an hour, we finally reached the end. The moment we came out of the tunnel, a wave of heat hit us.

The sun was so hot above his head that Ivan couldn't help but stretch out his hand to block it. His sight returned, allowing him to see the specific situation in front of him clearly.

It was a half-mined mine.

The administrator licked his lips and began to assign work to everyone. Only after handing in a certain amount of ore could everyone rest.

Ivan took tools from the side and saw the administrator walk to a shack. The roof of the shack was made of wood and grass, casting a large shadow and it was very cool.

In the shack, there was dark tea and cakes.

There was a ball of hair soaked in the tea, and as for the pastry, Ivan thought of a name: Looking Up at the Stars.

Pizza topped with fish heads looking up at the sky is a classic dish from the land on which the sun never sets.

The only difference from the real world is that the dish on the administrator's table is filled with fingers with their nails facing upwards.

The administrator noticed Ivan's gaze and deliberately picked up a piece of pastry on the table, and stuffed his fingers covered with butter and fluffy flour into his mouth.

He chewed it a few times, swallowed it, and cast a smug look at Ivan.

Ivan tried hard to recall the last time he saw this expression. It seemed to be when his neighbor bought a new tractor and showed it off to him.

Ivan had a subtle expression.

Barrage: "Help me, this is making me laugh to death. He doesn't think Ivan really wants to eat it."

"From a weird perspective, it is true. The fingers are a delicacy, but the steamed buns Ivan eats are more like pig food."

"I see. No wonder the shorter the sentence, the more polluted the food. It turns out that in Weird's eyes, this is an upgrade in treatment."

"It's so funny. If that's the case, I'd rather stay in the last room forever."

At this time, Ivan in the world of ghost stories was in a very miserable situation. He started mining with the most primitive pickaxe in his hand. He chiseled on it with a clanging sound, which was very laborious.

"Damn it, what era is it now?" He couldn't help but complain a few words and continued to work.

The most uncomfortable thing was that the sun was shining directly on his head without any sun protection. Soon, Ivan felt dizzy.

"Drink of water."

At the critical moment, Zhang Wang supported him and handed him a cowhide water bag.

"Thank you."

"Be careful." Zhang Wang warned: "The consequences of fainting are very serious. You definitely don't want to endure it."

While the two were talking, not far away, a man who was swinging a pickaxe fell straight onto a rock, with blood on the back of his head.