Rules Weird Talk: I am more perverted than weird!

Ivan was seen bending over, whispering something in a man's ear.

While speaking, his other hand was not idle either. He took out a lighter and diligently lit the cigarette for the other person.

Then, the two of them smiled at each other, revealing a tacitly obscene smile.

?

Pierre was confused. He felt that this scene looked familiar and was very similar to the style of a certain Laoliu named Chen.

Could it be that Ivan fell in love, ending his years of innocent life, and his knowledge in that area was awakened, so he has this expression?

Pierre thought it was possible.

A man who has started having sex is different from a younger man.

He walked over and shouted, "Ivan."

Two men with lewd faces looked over here, and their expressions suddenly became serious. However, after seeing the girl on his back, the man next to him laughed again.

Pierre spoke sternly. He felt that his teammate had been acting abnormal recently and needed a reprimand, so he said bluntly, "Hey, Ivan, stop playing around and get down to business."

"I have finished all the work over there, you are the only one left."

"What nonsense are you talking about? This is my brother. I can let him be lazy and he won't have to work." The foreman was unhappy at first, thinking that Pierre was referring to work, so he stood up and spoke first.

Then he groaned, was slapped on the head, and fell to the ground.

Ivan took out a hemp rope, tied him up from behind, and tore off his smelly socks to stuff his mouth with.

He looked very efficient, as if he had wanted to do this for a long time.

Comment: "I've discovered that Ivan is an expert at both dismemberment and kidnapping."

"I wonder what the Ice Bear Nation usually trains its soldiers on."

"Hahaha, of course. People from our Ice Bear Country are omnipotent."

A barrage of comments suddenly appeared in the barrage, which was sent in Ice Bear language and was automatically translated by the software into the current world common language - Dragon Mandarin.

Everyone looked at this comment and fell silent.

Strange talk about the world,

While the workers were packing their things and putting them into the carriage, Pierre and his companions also got on the truck.

Ivan was puzzled: "Hey, why didn't anyone come to stop us?"

He was also thinking that people around him might see him knock the foreman unconscious, and a fierce fight was about to happen.

Pierre: "Have you heard of a term? It's called Party A."

"I heard that Party A is often fantasized about having an accident so that Party B can take a break." Pierre pointed to the transportation staff behind him: "Now it seems that their fantasy has come true."

No one wants to work, but no one has to work. Now that Party A has a problem, they think that they finally have a chance to take a vacation.

As for Party A's life, this group of people doesn't care.

It's the same as going to school.

The school was bombed, and the students’ first reaction was definitely not heartache, but joy that they didn’t have to go to class…

There is a small space in the front of the truck, with four seats, two next to each other.

Ivan sat at the wheel and Pierre was behind him.

The windshield inside the car slowly rose up, and the notice posted on it attracted the attention of several people.

[Funeral home rules for transporting corpses.]

Barrage: "Funeral home, wait, is this a hearse?"

"Yes, didn't you see that the car body is black and white? I noticed it a long time ago."

"Damn, how vicious! Using a hearse to pull the body out makes the old man's death even more unclear."

[Rule 1: The hearse starts from the blue gate and drives straight ahead without turning back or stopping.]

[Rule 2: After the hearse leaves the nursing home, it is not allowed to open the windows until it reaches the destination, otherwise a black spirit will attack you.]

[Rule 3: When you see the yellow sign, you need to open the door and follow the instructions on the sign.]

[Rule 4: Before entering the funeral home, you need to undergo a personal inspection and are not allowed to bring any illegal items.]

[Rule 5: One person is allowed to sit in each seat in the cab, and no overloading is allowed.]

Ivan: "There's one more person."

"?"

Pierre looked around: "Isn't it just right?"

Himself, Ivan, Babe, and the foreman.

"No, there's one more."

Ivan grabbed the foreman's throat, and with a crisp snap, his head and neck formed a right angle of ninety degrees.

The breathless foreman's pupils suddenly widened, staring at the direction of the driver's seat, filled with resentment and confusion...

Perhaps he still doesn't understand why his "good brother" who is so sincere to him treats him like this.

All I can say is that people with different ideals cannot work together.

What the foreman thought was a good thing was extremely disgusting in Ivan's eyes.

From the very beginning, the relationship between the two people was unequal.

One is enjoying himself, while the other one is putting himself down and acting with him in order to achieve his own goal.

Ivan took off the backpack from his back and placed it next to him.

In this way, the original four seats were full. Beibei sat next to Pierre and his schoolbag was on the front passenger seat.

Pierre wondered: "Is there a person in here?"

Ivan nodded.

At this moment, Pierre felt terrified and absurd, and had countless speculations about what was inside.

If it were someone else at this moment, they would probably ask directly what was inside, or just be a coward and turn a blind eye.

Pierre did neither.

He coughed lightly, and with a concerned tone, he persuaded her: "Then let her out. It's so stuffy staying in the bag. It's not good for her health."

It’s as if there really is a life inside.

He can see it too.

He was empathizing with Ivan and following his ideas.

Sure enough, after hearing this, Ivan thought for a few seconds and agreed: "You are right."

He opened the backpack a little, and He Wen's pale face emerged from it. Although he had only been dead for a day, the corners of his eyes had already begun to rot.

The car suddenly became as quiet as a chicken.

Beibei opened his mouth and uttered a syllable: "You——"

Pierre covered his mouth with his hand. As Ivan looked over, Pierre spoke:

"She wanted to say that He Wen is good-looking, and she was a little jealous."

"Of course." Ivan nodded. "But you don't have to feel inferior. There are many people who are uglier than him."

The air fell into silence again.

It was terribly quiet, even Pierre was reluctant to speak this time.

But maybe it was Pierre's words just now, "Don't hold it in", that resonated with Ivan, and he talked a lot with Pierre along the way.

The two were talking normally, discussing the dungeon mission. As they were chatting, Ivan suddenly turned around:

"Are you thirsty?"

The head on the seat: "..."

Silent and motionless.

Ivan: "Oh, you don't want water, you want a drink. Wait a minute, I'll buy some when we get off the bus."

Pierre and Beibei who watched the whole process: "!!!"

"No, which ear did you hear him say he wanted a drink?"

"This auditory hallucination is a bit serious."

As the car drove forward, it encountered an old lady who blocked the road and waved, a robber who was robbing with a heavy hammer, and a beautiful woman with a graceful figure.

Ivan ran straight into it.

[Rule 1: The hearse starts from the blue gate and drives straight ahead without turning back or stopping.]

Sure enough, the car drove past the figure without any obvious stagnation. Those things were probably illusions, just to guide the people to stop.

Pierre could see it clearly from behind and breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, this person only seemed a little abnormal when it came to He Wen's death. In other aspects, his thinking was normal.

To be honest, he really regretted giving the driving task to Ivan.

sloppy.

The main thing is that Ivan looked like nothing had happened at first, and when he got on the bus, he was also very normal. Until he took out the backpack.

But it was too late by then, Ivan was in the driver's seat.

If Pierre had pointed out the truth right then and there, things might have turned out to be even worse.

It takes time for people to accept something.

They don't have the time to give Ivan the truth now, so it's better not to expose it yet and wait for Ivan to digest it himself after he returns.

The windshield wipers in front of the car kept moving back and forth until a large iron gate appeared in front of it. There was a white plaque above the gate with three large black characters "Funeral Home" written from top to bottom.

Seeing their car from a distance, the security guard began to blow the whistle, raised one hand, and called a few people: "Stop, routine inspection."

Pierre opened the car window as he was told, and raindrops immediately drifted in obliquely.

Along the way, we did not see any black shadows harassing us as the rules said.

On the contrary, when they encountered several dangers, those dark shadows rushed out to help solve the problem, as if they were providing escort.

"Do we have to search every one of us?"

The answer was affirmative and the security guard nodded.

"Do you need us to come down and check?"

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." The security guard felt that these people were a bit nagging and might be feeling guilty. He wondered if there were any prohibited items in the car, so his attitude became even more unfriendly.

A few minutes later,

The truck started and continued to drive into the venue until it entered a place with a door marked "Laboratory".

The rumbling sound of machinery rang in his ears. Pierre looked inside and saw a large hole similar to a swimming pool dug on the ground on the far left, but there was no water in it.

A set of large transparent glass containers were placed on the ground nearby.

The "yellow sign" mentioned in the rules is placed in front of the swimming pool, which is particularly conspicuous:

"Please pour the contents into the pool."

Pierre and Ivan looked at each other. Ivan opened the carriage, and Pierre grabbed a head from inside and looked down to see that it was an acquaintance, Huang Shan.

No wonder they never found anyone again after seeing Huangshan once.

At first, Huang Shan was tricked into the nursing home by the marketing staff, and he found an opportunity to run to the bathroom for help.

Unfortunately, the time was too short and he didn’t explain clearly, so he was caught again soon.

Later, Pierre found out about Huang Shan through Xie Zian, and learned that the other party was suffering in Area B and had been squeezed dry of all his value.

By the time Pierre finally arrived at Area B, Huang Shan had not survived and had been sent to the basement.

It wasn't until now that Pierre came out of the nursing home and saw this man again.

He suddenly wanted to recite a poem:

"what--"

“When I first met you, you were still intact.

When we met again, our bodies were already torn apart. "

"what--

Life! "

Pierre was quite emotional when he said this, his voice was ups and downs, and he felt good about himself, but the audience in front of the screen were dumbfounded.

"No, brother, please don't be like that. Do you think adding an "ah" makes it a poem?"

"Isn't it?" the netizen downstairs asked curiously.

"Yes... and no, the problem is that this poem is..."

Before he finished speaking, Pierre's fans flooded him with comments:

"Pipi, your Dragon Country language level has improved again."

"You can even use idioms, oh my goodness!"

"Pierre is amazing, amazing, this poem is perfect."

As expected, poetry, paintings, and artworks are all abstract things. Sometimes the highlight is not the work itself, but the person who created it.

The netizen who just said that the poem was not good looked at the comment with wide eyes and said, “No, if that’s the case, then I can do it too.

Ah—the sky is so blue, and the clouds are so white.”

"Ah - the grass is green, the mountains are green, and the water is even more beautiful."

"Ah - the peaks are surging, the water is rushing, and the flowers are so fragrant."

"Tsk tsk tsk, last netizen, I advise you to be more restrained. Are you writing poetry? Why are you making people panic (yellow)?"

In the world of ghost stories, Pierre felt that Huangshan had a special connection with him, and after expressing his feelings, he grabbed a few other bones and threw them into the pool on the ground.

Throwing it into the pool is just the first step.

The bones were then sucked into a large iron furnace. The specific situation inside could not be seen from the outside. The machine was shaking and making creaking sounds.

A stream of black liquid enters the glass container at the back, then passes through a separation device, and seven colors of liquid flow out from seven different small openings.

A glass bottle was immediately transported over, caught the liquid, and automatically covered with a lid, and a robot arm attached a label to it.

Ivan looked over.

The red liquid is labeled "Energy Drink", the yellow is called "Perseverance", the blue is "Melancholy Wind", and so on.

"Oh my goodness, are they separating people's emotions and making them into drinks?" Ivan was stunned as he looked at the running machine.

I guess the thing called health tea is purchased here, and the name is just changed.

"Persistence."

After drinking a glass, I continued to drink even though I knew I would die if I continued drinking.

Isn’t it just persistence?

Pierre: “Let’s get started.”

Ivan nodded and added all the body parts from the back of the carriage.

Pierre took the opportunity to pull out a sack of disgusting things, including an ominous smelly liquid, a huge poisonous scorpion, a pure mermaid heart, etc.

Ivan gave a thumbs up: "Brother, I really admire your brain."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​ransacking the security room first?"

Rule 4 says,

[Before entering the funeral home, you need to undergo a personal inspection and are not allowed to bring any illegal items. ]

On the other hand, the security room must be filled with a lot of contraband, which are just the right weapons to target the crematorium.

Pierre poured everything in his hand into the machine, and as the machine started to operate, countless drinks with added ingredients were produced and sealed.

I believe that in the near future, these beverages will flow into the market at a very fast speed.

By then, everyone will find that the drink is not only ineffective, but also has many side effects.

If the reputation is ruined and no one buys the products, the funeral home’s business will naturally go out of business.

This is Pierre's real purpose.