I Was Once a Legend

The tall and strong young man's firm and loving eyes at the end, and the hands he held tightly with her, the bright red blood flowing from the heart almost tore her sanity apart, the cruel red and the blood splashed on the snowy field gradually Coincidentally, Wang Que heard Alan's scream again, and saw his dagger that was decisively slashed at his arm waving in the cold air.

She can't save anyone.

She still can't save anyone!

Why are you so useless!

waste.

Waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste waste! ! !

The tears seemed to have dried up, her eyes were so dry that even blinking became a kind of torment, she panted heavily, it seemed that only such inner guilt and sadness would not drown her.Wang Que stumbled and walked forward, she seemed to have turned into a walking corpse, and she was full of thoughts about how to restore everything.

She must!Linhai must be brought back!

The corridor seemed to have no end, Wang Que kept walking and walking, her whole body was cold, and she was supported by an obsession in her heart.

With a loud bang, something fell from the ceiling behind her, and Wang Que walked forward stubbornly without even turning her head.

After an unknown amount of time, she saw a door. The wooden door was locked from the inside and could not be pushed open.

A key was falling on the ground by the door.

[You look a little sad, but choices always come with regrets, don't you? 】

Those inexplicable words appeared again, and Wang Que remained expressionless.

"Are you satisfied?" she asked coldly.

[Don't be depressed, my dear little girl, as the boy said, death here is not really dying.

There is a heinous murderer in the room in front of you. His hands are stained with the blood of countless innocent people. Your next task is to kill him.

When I'm done, I'll bring that boy back to you. 】

[Mission Update: Kill the murderer. 】

She didn't believe those seductive words at all. Since Kether was manipulating the plot, it was clear that there was deceit in it.

But if you don't complete the challenge task, you won't be able to clear the box, and Linhai won't have any chance to come back.

This is the sin she committed, even if there is only a chance of redemption, she will not give up!

Wang Que didn't hesitate much, she bent down silently, picked up the key, and thrust it into the keyhole tremblingly.

The door was opened, and she pushed it open. It was a hotel-like room. The man fell to the ground. He was dressed in a cowboy outfit, very tall, with slightly curly brown hair and a beard covering most of his face. He looked 40 years old. .

His eyes were closed, as if he had passed out.

There was a cowboy hat and a glass of half-drunk milk on the table. Wang Que walked up to the man step by step. She stared at this completely unfamiliar face for a while, and finally knelt down and touched the dagger at the man's waist.

She knelt beside the man, holding the dagger in both hands, pointing down, aiming at his chest.

Is he really a murderer?

In the collapse, the remaining slivers of reason asked her this.

But this question was quickly overwhelmed by crazy stubbornness.

The boy dropped a kiss full of nostalgia, held her hand and pierced his heart.

——Come back soon.

Wang Que closed her eyes, tears flowed out of her eyes again, dripping down her cheeks onto the back of the strange man's hand.

She gritted her teeth tightly and stabbed down hard.

Xia Qiongyun clutched her injured abdomen, moved to the small hole on the floor, followed the task reminder, and threw the little key that she had found so hard into it.

There was a soft sound, and Xia Qiongyun didn't know where it fell. Xia Qiongyun took a deep breath and stood up supporting the table.

[Challenge task: Find the key and put it in the designated location (completed)]

[Mission Update: Escape from the Mermaid Hotel. 】

The closed door opened automatically, and Xia Qiongyun limped out with difficulty. Outside was a long corridor, furnished like a western hotel in the early twentieth century.

The gunshot wound was still bleeding, Xia Qiongyun bit her lip, endured the desperate pain, and kept murmuring to herself:

"Persist on it, it's almost over, you're fine, you don't hurt at all."

The words spirit took effect, and the pain was relieved a lot. It seemed that even the blood flow slowed down a bit. Xia Qiongyun seized the time and searched for the passage down.

She walked through a closed door and heard a sound from inside, as if someone had bumped into the table.

Is there anyone else?Will it be teammates?

Xia Qiongyun was thinking, and directly above her head, the huge clock base that had been suspended high suddenly lost the tension of the chain and fell from the sky.

Lin Hangzhi grinned and got up.

How could it hit the table for no reason!Can this bad luck get any better?Can you have some luck!

Rubbing his knees, he walked to a corner of the room, where there were more than a dozen tightly stretched ropes, scissors were placed on the chair next to it, and a note was pressed underneath, which read: Only one rope can untie the correct one. Open the door mechanism and try which one is right.

Just try it without penalty?

Before starting, Lin Hangzhi searched around, but failed to find any relevant clues. In the end, he returned to the rope and accidentally bumped into the table again, making quite a noise.

Lin Hangzhi picked up the scissors, frowned and thought for two seconds, before deciding to leave it to fate as usual.

He cut one at random.

There was a loud bang outside the door, as if something fell from the sky.

A few seconds later, a pool of blood seeped into the room from the outside along the crack of the door.

Cui Zuojing suddenly opened his eyes.

The residual pain in his chest almost made him wonder if his heart had been pulled out. He clutched the skirt of his chest tightly, gasping for breath, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

The blood deed transferred half of Dong Zheng's injury to him.

In the hotel, when the two were about to go out to inquire about the information of other guests in the hotel to see if they could find out which one was the murderer, Dong Zheng suddenly felt dizzy.

Immediately afterwards, he swayed a few times and raised his hand to support the table beside him, but it was of no avail. His body was completely out of control, and his brain sank into an inextricable drowsiness.Dong Zheng quickly entered the core, and the data flow on the information highway changed from a high speed that could drag out afterimages to a slow speed in just a few seconds, just like his thinking, which almost stopped functioning.

He didn't drink that glass of milk at all!

No!The poison might be on the clothes Lois sent!Said that after seeing the gold he brought, she had the intention to kill, and then continued to approach deliberately, just to poison!

Dong Zheng fell heavily to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

As a prisoner, Cui Zuojing needed to consume Dong Zheng's mental power when he was outside. The moment Dong Zheng felt dizzy, the boy's figure became transparent. He didn't even have time to say a word to Dong Zheng. He was forcibly pulled back to the prisoner's space, and an indescribable sense of weakness swept him over. Cui Zuojing fell to the ground, unable to even move a finger.

A mass of thick darkness surged soundlessly, wrapping him tightly and pulling him into a suffocating depth.

Until the extremely sharp pain forcibly awakened the sleeping consciousness.

A knife stabbed fiercely into his chest. Even though he didn't see what happened at the last moment, Cui Zuojing was still extremely sure.He curled up his whole body almost into a ball, and clenched his teeth, hoping to relieve the pain a little.

It was a long 2 minutes. When the pain gradually subsided, Cui Zuojing took a long, long breath. He clenched his fists so hard that his fingers were almost frozen and could not be straightened again.

Lois poisoned Dong Zheng, she stunned Dong Zheng, and someone took advantage of this opportunity to kill Dong Zheng, "he" directly stabbed the heart with a knife, but there was a prisoner link, who should have died instantly The injuries were divided equally between two people, and he and Dong Zheng did not die immediately.

And then there was a transition like when falling from the dragon boat, the scene was forced to change, their identities changed, and the injuries on their bodies disappeared, but the pain did not disappear immediately.

Cui Zuojing was drenched in sweat. He raised his hand and found that the back of his hand was dirty, and the cuffs of his white clothes were almost rotten from washing.

He stood up and sat up, lowered his head, and saw the white robe with a lot of dust on his body, and the torn black restraint belt.

The wrists and ankles were obviously worn out by the restraints. This was a room only ten square meters in size. There was an iron bed in the center, and he was sitting on it. Other than that, there was nothing else.The only window was opened close to the ceiling, and only faint light came in, reminding the people inside whether it was day or night.

The prisoner link with Dong Zheng is still there, but Cui Zuojing can't perceive the other party's location and can't communicate with him now, but since he is still alive, Dong Zheng should be fine.

Is he not a prisoner?How could it appear alone in the plot?

Cui Zuojing wasn't sure what the situation was. He didn't receive the challenge mission. Would he exist as a branch of Dong Zheng?

No matter what, let's go out first.

The room was dark and damp, with no lights, and there were sporadic coagulated blood stains at the foot of the bed, as if it had been left behind for a long time and could not be cleaned. The door not far away was tightly closed, and there was a small movable window that could be opened , used to deliver food and water to the people inside.

Cui Zuojing was sure that his body was fine, and pressed his chest hard again with lingering fear, to make sure that his heart was still beating faithfully.He got out of bed and couldn't find his shoes, so he stepped on the cold concrete floor with bare feet, and walked to the door to make sure it was locked from the outside.

But such a little trick didn't bother him, Cui Zuojing picked up a stone in the corner, and cut off one of the restraint belts fixed on the bed.The belt became extremely hard and sharp in his hands, straight like a dagger, the boy stabbed into the iron gate, wiped it a few times, cut a rectangular hole in the iron gate, and slipped out smoothly.

The belt broke into pieces and was thrown on the ground by Cui Zuojing.

The corridor is long and narrow, the white walls are painted blue-green underneath, the wall skin is peeling off in large chunks, the windows are dirty and covered with a layer of brown-yellow, there is another confinement room next to it, the door is open, and there is no one in it.

The surroundings were quiet as if he was the only living creature.

This place should be isolated separately, Cui Zuojing walked along the corridor for a while, saw the stairs leading to the top, he walked up, and finally heard the voices of other people talking.

The corridor on this floor is much wider than the one below. A nurse walked towards him. After glancing at him, she ignored him and walked past him.

Cui Zuojing continued to walk forward, talking louder and louder, and soon he came to an open door, and the voice came from inside.

Cui Zuojing looked inside, this is a lounge, there are five or six people in it, men and women, old and young, they all look a little strange, they don't pay attention to other people, just concentrate on the things at hand ——

On the sofa, an old, gray-haired old woman is holding two empty sweater needles, knitting an air-knit sweater earnestly; a chubby middle-aged man is lying at the table, talking endlessly to the turned off radio The prophecy of "the sun will explode in three months" spit everywhere; an obviously malnourished boy crouched in a corner and daubed on the wall; a girl with blond hair stood at the window and looked out affectionately, But thirty centimeters in front of her, the curtains tightly covered the window.