Netherworld Investigator

What was originally a turmoil in a circle has now spread like ripples, triggering a series of topological chain reactions.A virtual bloody game is spreading among the crowd, just like some poetic expression: "killing changes the shape of the city."

There is a manic factor floating in the air, the night seems to be a red cloth in the hands of a matador, and the flag is being waved vigorously. The members of the Zhuyang Society are like angry bulls, and those who do not obey the authority of the crime hunters are regarded as illusory. A common enemy, attacking them wantonly.

The list of accused crimes is getting longer and longer. First, all those who confronted directly were wiped out, and those who expressed their dissatisfaction secretly were unforgivable. In the end, even those who defended themselves wisely were not spared.The water level is rising rapidly, and the rules are revised every day. Today, it can still be used as a bargaining chip. If it is not guaranteed, it will become a pile of waste paper tomorrow.Bad luck is like a game, the arrows shot with eyes closed can fall on anyone's head at any time.

The dark clouds landed, and it was dark and unclear. People's eyes seemed to have lost the function of seeing things, but they could feel that there were no eyes everywhere.Pairs of eyes are like surveillance cameras covering the sky and covering the sky, weaving into a huge net that covers the sky and the sun.

Creeping footsteps, looking around in fear, burying timidly, walking through in a hurry, taking place tremblingly...

In the dark night, in the quiet and dilapidated rental house, a clumsy old-fashioned TV set gave off a dazzling arc in the darkness.Xiao Hei sat kneeling on the edge of the diffuse light and shadow, staring straight at the screen, like a plant growing in a dark corner.

There was silence everywhere, only the sound waves from the TV vibrated in the small space.

The gymnasium, which can accommodate tens of thousands of spectators, is full of seats. A large banner hangs on the central stage, with a majestic silhouette of a fiery red cloak printed on it, and a masked man dressed exactly like this silhouette stands in the very center. He raised his left hand to the fans in all directions.

All of a sudden, tens of thousands of left arms were raised in unison, making a specific gesture in a regular and solemn manner.

The camera lens swept across countless eyes, and the full passion that filled them almost overflowed the screen, forming a sharp contrast with Xiao Hei's eyes outside the lens.His pupils were empty, but filled with suppressed emotions. Cutting off the source of pain didn't seem to make his pain less.After an unknown amount of time, Xiao Hei stood up slowly and turned on the light, not knowing whether it was to see the light or the zigzag shadow he cast on the corner of the wall and on the ground.

Xiao Hei almost forgot that this was a game, his body changed, and his spirit also changed accordingly, and he was depressed every day, as if he had lost part of his soul.But he has not completely forgotten after all, and still knows that this is an illusory world.

There was no real pain in the game, he just felt a little bleak for no reason.

Killing people for their beliefs has become the way for many people to obtain happiness in this magical world.There are many points on their heads. When the points accumulate to a certain level, a fire will be ignited in the blood of these people. They firmly believe that they will reach an ideal tomorrow's world after burning.They don't seem to think that the fate of burning is to become ashes, and the ashes will eventually be ruthlessly swallowed by the earth.

Xiao Hei stared at the figure of the man in red on the TV, inexplicably feeling a sense of familiarity that made his heart tremble. Beads of sweat appeared on his back, and endless confusion and fear flashed in his eyes.

At the same time, he heard a rapid knock on the door.

There was a hasty knock on the door.

The middle-aged man climbed up awkwardly from the bed, and the cold winter air seeped in through the cracks in the barren wall, rushing towards him aggressively.He quickly wrapped his coat tightly, stood up and went to open the door.

"Here we come." He stretched out his voice, "What did you forget to bring?"

His wife answered the phone after dinner and hurried back to her natal home. The man saw that there was nothing to do, so he lay down early. Hearing the knock on the door, he took it for granted that his forgetful wife had left something at home again.

When he opened the door, he froze in place.

He saw a group of people in red sheep uniforms standing outside the door, staring straight at him. This familiar scene made him feel dazed for a while, as if the night half a year ago had recurred yesterday.

It's just that these people came to arrest the lame Ah Yi back then, but today, I heard them say to himself coldly: "You are Wu Yong?"

Wu Yong was taken aback, was this directed at him?But he still had luck in his heart, he quickly forced a smile all over his face, and said respectfully to the silent leader: "Sir, did you find the wrong person?"

"It's you." A young man next to the team leader said eloquently, "On the evening of June X this year, under the banyan tree at the intersection, when you talked about the righteous Zhuyang Alliance armed new force and the great savior, Mr. Hong, you used Inappropriate wording, a clear violation of Regulation 1874. …

Wu Yong never expected that a casual "You young people..." at that time would bring him the unthinkable disaster of today.This accusation is not serious, but it is not light. Recently, many people have been convicted because of these inappropriate remarks.

He shrugged his facial muscles, tried his best to make the slack and dull face look eager, and distinguished: "Here, sir, I really don't remember that I have said such outrageous words, but do you have any witnesses?"

"Yes." The leader took off his hat, showing a familiar face, "I am the witness."

Wu Yong was startled. This person was the young man Afeng who had moved away for a long time.

I still remember that the day Afeng left was a bleak autumn day, and the girl named Xiaoru was not with him.Later, Wu Yong heard from his wife that the girl made a mistake and released a prisoner who had already been tried for a crime without permission, and eloped with him regardless.Afeng chased the two back and made great contributions, and got many rewards and favors, so he stopped renting in this dilapidated street.

After half a year, when we met again, Ah Feng's demeanor was no longer comparable to the old days.He has completely lost the last trace of his youthful spirit, and he has transformed into a fierce and majestic military officer, and his every move makes people feel timid.

For a moment, Ah Feng saw that Wu Yong's psychological defense had collapsed, and then he lowered his serious gaze, and then showed a gloomy smile, "You are very lucky, there is a chance of redemption in front of you."

"Opportunity?" Wu Yong's eyes lit up, as if a dying person heard the signal for help.

A Feng lowered his hands, stood respectfully on his side, and gave way to a passage behind him.

A man in a red cloak with a scepter stepped out from the divided crowd.

The man stopped in front of Wu Yong, and gracefully took off his white mask.

Little Hei knelt and sat in the corner tremblingly, putting his ear against the wall, trying to make out the conversation that happened across the wall.

"Where is the man who looks like me?"

Xiao Hei's body instantly became stiff, accompanied by an uncontrollable spasm.His throat seemed to be blocked with a ball of cotton, and he couldn't make any sound.

I only heard his neighbor identify him without hesitation, "He's right next door."

He felt an overwhelming fear, coming from the depths, coming from beyond this door.

The sound of footsteps approached from far away.

"Uncle Yue."

Qiao Kejun called softly, but did not get any response as expected.

He was about to reach out his hand to check Wen Yue's mental state, when a black figure suddenly jumped out from the shadow behind him, attacking him like a thunderstorm.

But Qiao Kejun was not completely unprepared.I saw that he dodged perfectly, turned around quickly, and exchanged a dangerous move with the shadow.Even though Zhao Ming tried his best to cover up the sound of his hiding, but he also raised the vigilance factor to the highest level from the very beginning.It was too late to say, but soon, Qiao Kejun flew up with long legs, and kicked the opponent's weak spot with a swift sweep.Zhao Ming suddenly felt a numbness in his waist and ribs, and staggered back a few steps.

Neither of them dared to take the risk of rushing forward. When they were at a stalemate, Qiao Kejun was suddenly suppressed by an indescribable force behind him, and strange paralysis spread from his whole body.

Behind him, Wen Yue's body emitted a lingering blue halo, and the light beam shattered on the wall, turning into countless silk threads that wrapped around Qiao Kejun's body, and gradually tightened, making him unable to move.

Seeing that the reversal is already in the blink of an eye.

"I thought you would have feelings for him." Qiao Kejun frowned slightly.

After all, Wen Baifan was brought up by Zhao Ming, and the relationship he has been with for so many years does not seem to be fake. It is hard to imagine that Zhao Ming would deliberately want to kill his adopted son's spirit, just to revive a group of ancient nameless consciousness.

Zhao Ming's face changed, and a trace of definite pain flashed in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up, and then showed a meaningful smile: "My feelings for him are much deeper than you can imagine."

Wen Baifan was born with a body that is not afraid of damage, but his willpower is surprisingly weak. Zhao Ming is like a painstaking eagle burner. It took him to go through a long adult ceremony of breaking and reshaping, which made him what he is today. What it looks like today.

In the isolated environment in the deep mountains, Zhao Ming created a terrifying atmosphere full of bloody smell for Wen Baifan, as if placing him in a secret room that was roasted, so that he learned to be patient and sincere.And at the moment when he was extremely thirsty, he was only provided with a catalytic potion that could make people angry and depressed, to clear away the original timidity and cowardice in his mind, and teach him to release the power of counterattack stored in his blood, and finally Induce him to break free from the cage.

So painstaking, so focused, it's nothing more than the most profound love.

Zhao Ming firmly believes that human beings should be surpassed, and this child should be the closest to the gods, abandoning the shackles of the world, surpassing the concept of good and evil, selfish and self-sufficient.Such an alienated Wen Baifan was precisely the most perfect creation in Zhao Ming's heart.

Under this extreme desire for control, he can't tolerate this kind of perfect depravity, and regards this depravity as an unforgivable betrayal, just as God can't forgive Adam, who has a sense of good and evil without authorization, and will commit his original sin Cruelly expelled from the Garden of Eden.

Back then when Zhao Ming killed Tang Xiaofeng, he might not have had such considerations: this young man turned a ferocious and lonely wolf into a happy sheep.And he must kill people and things other than himself who have the ability to have an uncontrollable influence on Wen Baifan.

Zhao Ming paced back and forth in front of the immobile Qiao Kejun, and suddenly showed a ferocious smile: "What I need is a doll that is absolutely obedient. Since he is disobedient, then I don't care. Bai Fan already knows Everything I have done, it is better to let him destroy than to make him hate me to the bone."

According to their plan, Wen Baifan's self-awareness will be completely dispelled in the illusion, just like a formatted hard drive. After that, Sauros' consciousness can be transferred from the closed Wen Yue.

Zhao Ming pressed a button on the wall, only to hear the sound of a switch being closed above his head, and a hallucination cabin, like a spaceship floating in space, slowly descended from top to bottom.Zhao Ming stretched out his long arms, vainly supporting the vacant cabin, as if holding a precious newborn baby in his arms, and carefully placed it on the ground.

The skylight closed again, and there was a suffocating silence in the basement.

"Of course I can't bear him." Zhao Ming bowed slightly beside the translucent cabin, and fell down on a crystal coffin in a sad posture, but there was an inexplicable light in his eyes, and he murmured, " But luckily, Ethan has created a world like no other. Returning to Eden, the name is so wonderful. There, I can recreate an obedient and docile child, who is absolutely obedient and very... attractive."

Qiao Kejun's complexion changed suddenly, and there was a violent turmoil in the air instantly, and he was almost able to break free from the invisible restraint imposed on him.

Almost.

But the force that suppressed him was still too strong, surpassing the physical limit that Qiao Kejun's anger could break through.

Qiao Kejun closed his eyes forcefully, and let out a slow breath.Although the sudden struggle and surprise attack just now failed, there were still painful tremors in his mind.

After a long time, he managed to squeeze out a sentence: "I believe he can wake up on his own."

"No one knows this kid better than me, he can't win this game." Zhao Ming sneered, feeling bored, "He's just such a stupid prey. In the end, he died in the wild because he lost the ability to survive. Even if his physical fitness is better than ordinary people, but in the depths of his heart, those parts that I have not touched, he is still cowardly."

"No, he is definitely not cowardly." Qiao Kejun looked at him solemnly, "He just refused to become a beast."

Wen Baifan is strong, strong, and fast, and he was born with an animal-like keen perception, but he tried his best to gather his senses and touch, not to disturb the running of the world too much, and draw a limit for his abilities.

Restraint is the greatest strength.

"This is where you are most naive." Zhao Ming shook his head contemptuously, "You know, we can only achieve restraint when we have the power to match our desires. When he chose to give up because he couldn't control the power, On the contrary, it will be swallowed by the innate desires. The human heart is very hopeless, and only the most powerful and bloody primitive vitality can resist the nothingness of fate."