Quadruple split

Game time PM16:59

[Inquisition of Crime·Individual Competition Round 4] Contest-specific map, mirror space S6857-8030

Under the night, a huge fortress is standing in the middle of the mountain stream. On normal days, whether it is the surrounding strange stone waterfalls or the magnificence of the fortress itself, I am afraid that those bards who are lucky enough to visit here will be stunned. After blowing it for more than half a year, I wish I could use two full stacks of parchment to praise this natural place.

However, under the witness of those stars, an extremely brutal fight was taking place. Every minute, people were wailing and falling from the mountain stream. Every minute, people were slamming into the city wall and blending into the blood-stained city. On the ground, brave climbers and ladders turn into fireballs, ice sculptures or coke silently into debris and dust every minute and second.

The military strength used by both sides has been countless. The long bridge, which is tens of meters long and was lowered by the mole from the inside, has long been stained with blood. There are piles of corpses everywhere, and there are even some proud griffins and dragons inside.

And just less than two kilometers away from the fortress, although scattered shouts of killing can be heard, it can still be called quiet. It can be said to be the best viewing place. In front of a cliff, two men are enjoying the scene with relish. The cost must be at least tens of thousands of lives.

"So..."

The half-elf with long hair and a frivolous smile smacked his lips and asked in confusion: "Why didn't you hug the little girl on that city wall and sit there watching the river flow, instead of running here in the middle of the night?" What a hell place to blow the cold wind?"

"A ghost place?"

The rather thin half-orc man from the cat tribe, who had a pair of black cat ears with purple lantern ornaments, laughed dumbly, shook his head and said: "How can you say it is a ghost place? If you want to pay attention to the tragic suicide attack below Choose a viewing point. There is no more suitable VIP seat within dozens of miles. The only drawback is that as a member of the rebels, you did not appear among the dead soldiers at the foot of the mountain. Instead, you came to this place to hang out. My best seat to watch.

After about three seconds of silence——

"So the sudden fight between the two sides was indeed your fault!"*2

The two people suddenly raised their fingers and pointed at each other and said in unison, and then grinned at the same time: "Hahahahahahaha~"

"I didn't expect you to know this rather obscure history."

The half-orc man from the cat tribe smiled casually and took out a bottle of bubbling light red liquid from his luggage: "Would you like some? This is a good thing that I spent a lot of effort to get through special channels. , Strawberry soda! Are you afraid of the carbonated drinks in the Innocence Realm?"

"I just happened to see it. Although the [Chaos Gorge Incident] that occurred in the Cang Yue Empire on the 3rd of Song Moon Melody in 6857 was rarely known, as far as I know, the latest version of the textbook of the Violet Empire has already mentioned it. This nonsense has been compiled into the fourth volume of the compulsory history course."

The half-elf man casually took the strawberry soda from the other party, then took out two boxes of the latest carbonated drinks with a total of sixteen flavors from his bag and placed them on the ground. He grinned at his stunned opponent: "What a coincidence, I actually have I also got a lot of good stuff through some shady connections, how about we drink instead?"

"Damn it, such a big deal!?"

The cat man, who only had a few bottles of soda on his body, was surprised at first, and then quickly smiled again. He picked up a bottle of melon-flavored soda and bit open the cork. He took two sips and stretched out his hand to the half-elf man next to him. He showed his right hand: "Hello, although this is not the first time we have met, let me introduce myself. I am Aramis, a little-known nobody."

"Tan Mo, a country man who has a soft spot for beautiful girls."

Mo Tan stretched out his right hand to shake hands with the other person, and said gently: "Nice to meet you."

"So, although it's a little abrupt."

Aramis cleared his throat, his expression suddenly becoming serious.

"It means that brother has a merciless request."

Mo Tan also put down the drink in his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose with a subtle expression.

The next second——

"I wonder if you are interested in joining a charity organization that is [full of positive energy]/[believes in love and peace]?"

The two of them simultaneously sent each other subtle invitations that differed only in details and were very suspicious to anyone.

"If possible, please let me introduce you to [Yuhuo Guild], a united, friendly and positive organization, Mr. Tan Mo."

Directly ignoring Mo Tan's invitation, Aramis smiled and toasted to Mo Tan.

"I'm sorry, you are a good person. Fortunately, I happen to have a public welfare group [Dandizhu] here that specializes in collecting good people. Please be sure to come and be a wage earner, President of Typing Warriors."

Politely handed the other party a good guy card, and Mo Tan, who directly turned against the customer, raised his drink and smiled brightly.

"..."

Finally, in this contest with the theme of 'Calmness', Aramis was the first to lose. The cat's body was shaken and he tried hard to maintain the stiff smile on his lips and said: "Brother, you may have heard wrong, I just said My name is Alami..."

"Fight! Word! Fight! Soldier!"

Mo Tan interrupted the other party with a smile, and said in a loud voice, clear enunciation, and super fast speed: "Typing warrior, typing warrior, typing warrior, typing warrior, typing warrior, typing warrior!!!"

"Fuck! Stop saying that!"

Caught off guard, Aramis finally lost his elegance and calmness, interrupted Tan Mo angrily, gritted his teeth and said: "Can you please stop shouting about this nonsense! If someone randomly watches the game and sees the two of us, I will Then there will be big trouble!”

Mo Tan blinked and asked knowingly, "Why?"

"Why else..."

Aramis sighed, and said in a tone that everyone is drunk and I am alone, "Of course it's because I have many enemies."

"Oh, don't worry."

Mo Tan immediately waved his hand indifferently and comforted: "I killed that little trash named Dinghai Shenzhen before, and now I must be targeted by many crazy people who like illiteracy, so no matter what outsiders may do, No one will randomly watch the game and see us, and your identity will most likely be lost."

Aramis' expression suddenly changed drastically, and he said in a loud voice: "You're so meow——"

"Oh, you're quite a grown-up man, please don't be so preoccupied with me like a brat."

Mo Tan stood up unsteadily, patted Aramis on the shoulder hard, and replied before the other party spoke: "As for how I guessed your identity, it's actually not difficult. First of all, I already have something in my hand. There is a lot of information about the "Bad Fire Guild". It is not a secret that there is still no news from its president 'Typing Warrior' and vice-president 'Seventy-Six Sticks' even after all the main forces settled in [The Boundary of Innocence]. And you and your friend named Porthos just fit the characteristics of those two people."

Aramis sighed in frustration and asked feebly: "Is that why?"

"Oh, that's not the case. After all, you are not beautiful girls. It is difficult for you to stay in my memory stably."

Mo Tan shrugged and smiled slyly: "But after you took the initiative to introduce yourself and invited me to join your organization that believes in love and peace, even if I am a fool, I am afraid I can guess your true identity. "

Aramis was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he lowered his shoulders with a wry smile, and sat back on the ground. While looking at the battlefield with loud killings in the distance, he shook his head and said with a wry smile: "Don't be too humble, you are an ordinary fool. But there is no way to detect my identity through such little clues."

"Yeah, right."

Mo Tan also sat down again and asked cheerfully: "So are you willing to join us [Fighting Landlords]?"

"No, I finally found a way to catch a fish in my busy schedule. If the gang of jackals and tigers around me know that I am fooling around with others in my free time, I'm afraid they will PK me offline."

Aramis waved his hand and declined Mo Tan's invitation, then suddenly raised his eyes and asked: "And I think my biggest characteristic is that I am dirty, but you... are obviously not inferior to me in this aspect, why do you need to let me join?"

Mo Tan sneered: "Nonsense, isn't it because you like the free labor of your gang?"

Aramis: "..."

"Forget it, I didn't have any expectations from the beginning anyway. If you really agree, I don't know what position I should give you."

Mo Tan said this very freely, and then asked Aramis: "So are you interested in cooperating?"

The latter blinked his light red cat eyes, frowned and repeated: "Cooperation?"

"That's right, it's cooperation."

Mo Tan nodded vigorously and said seriously: "Very in-depth cooperation!"

Aramis saw that the other party was so serious and had a certain affinity with him, so he was very proud of it and did not refuse immediately. Instead, he asked in a slightly serious tone: "What kind of cooperation is it specifically?"

"I didn't think about it."

"..."

After an extremely awkward half minute, Aramis sighed again and reluctantly changed the subject: "So how did you end up in a place like this? If I guess correctly, your position in the rebels should not be Low, right?”

"Oh, I wrote a secret letter from the perspective of a spy, and then gave it to a soldier I didn't like. I told him to do whatever he was supposed to do, and then I stabbed him twice in the back and stabbed myself twice. , told others that I found out that this guy was up to no good, and I almost got killed after I stopped him for questioning."

Mo Tan briefly described a heinous murder in a brisk tone, and then said in an even brisk tone: "In the end, you should have guessed that I handed the secret letter to my superiors, so that the rebel leader had to Execute the plan in advance, and then use the excuse of recovering from injuries to sit in the rear and escape as soon as they set off."

Aramis twitched the corners of his lips and said dryly: "You are such a grandson..."

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then how did you sneak out after making such a big noise?"

"Uh, I..."

Aramis touched the tip of his nose with some embarrassment. He did not tell the specific process like Mo Tan, but looked around and said: "I... I also support my grandson."

"Fine."

Mo Tan, who immediately realized that the other party's methods were probably dirtier than his own, did not ask further questions. He just threw away the empty soda bottle and shrugged: "Then what should we do now? Obviously neither of us can be involved in the People's War." There is a vast ocean, we can’t continue to waste it like this, right?”

Aramis nodded, then clapped his hands suddenly and suggested: "Let's just have a harmonious 'discussion' that is more suitable for our country's babies than fighting!"

"Discuss?"

Mo Tan stood up unsteadily, put the box of soda on the ground (the other box had been emptied by Aramis Mao) back into his bag and asked, "What kind of sparring method?"

"Simple."

Aramis also stood up, pulled out the two long daggers from his waist with his backhand, and said happily: "You are probably stronger than me anyway, so why not just take my three moves head-on, as long as you can survive after taking them?" , I will take the initiative to admit..."

[A life-threatening blow]! ! !

[Shadow Step] + [Life-Sacrificing Blow]! ! !

Pfft——

"Depend on."

Turning to look at Mo Tan, who was grinning at him and having fun, Aramis, who had been stabbed in the chest, opened his mouth and turned into white light and disappeared without even saying a word.

Because the cost of launching [Life-Sacrificing Blow] + the damage from being directly hit by [Life-Sacrificing Blow] are accumulated, Aramis' health value has returned to zero in an instant. If he didn't have the lowest health value in the game, he would be killed directly. The player's zero, his health volume may have become more than minus 200%. After all, almost all of his own health points were lost to the life-threatening blow, and the life-saving blow was used by Mo Tan, who was taller than him. With one blow, it was easy to hit him with two tubes of blood.

[Tan Mo - Chaotic Neutral - Breaking into the top 512 and advancing to the fifth round of the main competition]

…

"I didn't expect you, bitch, to be so lucky."

Futaba smiled evilly and lay on Mo Tan's shoulder, and said cheerfully: "Obviously, most of the more than a thousand people can beat you into a fool, but you just met a parallel importer."

Mo Tan rubbed Futaba's hair, shook his head and said: "Stop making trouble, that guy is not a parallel importer. Haven't you been in contact with the Yuhuo Guild before? You should have a good idea of ​​what kind of person their president is, right?"

"I don't know. I told you that I was only in contact with that Po Douluo at that time."

Futaba shook her head vigorously, and then added: "But I have heard of the slogan 'typing warriors on fire, everyone will kill them', okay, I admit that what you said may have some truth, it's too cheap. People don’t always have a lot of food.”

"Yeah, what about Mumu?"

"Did you call me Mumu?"

"Uh, where's our Ace of Spades?"

"We're still fighting. I forgot who my opponent is. If you're interested, let's have a spectating match?"

"No need, I have something else to do, so I'm going to find another mistress to play with."

"etc."

"what?"

"Diana asked me to tell you a dream message?"

"That tutor of yours who likes to tell fortunes? Does she like me?"

"The mouthpiece of misfortune will stop at noon the next day. Bow down and listen, the dirty ones in the darkness, to repay the blood debts owed in the past, so as not to become the food of the aloof king."

"that's it?"

"that's it."

"It's inexplicable, it makes no sense."

Chapter 1894: End