Let's play together

作者有话要说：2015-02-1418:24:33

I was so excited when I wrote this chapter, I don’t know how everyone’s reading experience is.

Ah, this line is finally closed.

(I actually have a day to receive my own text, I am so touched...)

So let's all give a round of applause.

Ah yes, Happy Valentine's Day everyone! The little friends of the FFF group went to the street to burn couples together with Zaixia!

"I didn't expect that you would dare to appear in front of me alive."

The person who uttered the dangerous words was wrapped in a black cloak, with only a pointed chin and a few strands of purple hair protruding from the hood.

While speaking, he slightly tightened his right hand hidden under the cloak, and clasped the things in his hand even tighter.

"You're nervous, you've already thought about it, right?" Standing opposite, Betel showed a rare smile, "If I dare to take the initiative to appear in front of you, it can only mean one thing."

Betel's mood is very relaxed. He has spent a long period of depressing and painful days, but today, everything he has done will bear fruit.Therefore, he didn't care about the behavior of the person facing him stretching out his right hand and raising a gun to aim at him, he just said: "The association is over."

The association is over.

A declarative sentence composed of four words, easily and easily concluded a huge group.

The purple hair was stunned by these four words for a moment, feeling a little strange.

But he quickly settled down, gritted his teeth and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter what you say, puppy, do you think that you can really hurt the association by stealing a few documents from the association and handing them to the master behind you? Why do you always Are you so naive and stubborn? Do you really think that you can defeat the entire association with just your little tricks?!"

The last few words revealed a ferocious ruthlessness.The betel nut who was listening was just as calm as before: "I never wonder if I can do it, I just do what I want to do."

"Heh, you're still a man of action. You came to see me, is it also a task assigned by your master? Huh? Hahaha... Then did your master tell you that you will die in my hands?"

With a sound of "da", the purple hair opened the safety lock.

Betel nut retorted seriously: "I don't care much about life and death, and I don't follow anyone's orders. I just think that the association is wrong and shouldn't exist, and it happens that someone is willing to help me."

"Hey, this is really surprising. Do you want to tell me that you are deliberately fighting against the association for the righteousness in your heart?"

Facing the sarcasm from the purple hair, Betel Nod nodded seriously: "It's wrong to experiment with children, and it should be corrected."

The purple hair only felt that he had heard a ridiculous joke. He laughed out loud, but soon felt that he couldn't laugh anymore, so he simply put on a serious expression, and said coldly: "I changed my mind, tell me, let's talk about it." What you want to say, tell me everything I don't know, I will give you enough time, and when you finish speaking, I will shoot you down again."

The hand holding the gun relaxed a little, and the muzzle moved down, posing a posture ready to face a long speech.

Betel frowned. He didn't like to talk too much, but he didn't object, and explained things clearly in a cooperative way:

"When I first joined the association, I didn't know what the association does, but after a long time, I understood that there is a force called the family that specializes in the research of a special bloodline, and the association has been stealing these research data.

"Based on everything stolen, the association uses children to conduct experiments and try to artificially create carriers of this bloodline. I have watched the experiment process, and it is a very cruel experiment. Children are used as experimental materials. If they fail, they will be destroyed directly. , Erase the traces of life and existence, and the semi-finished products are numbered and kept in cages.”

Speaking of this, Binglang paused, as if recalling some bad pictures, but he was still calm, and just continued under the mocking eyes of the purple hair: "This is wrong, I thought I could help the association correct this mistake, But a white-haired man came to me and said to me: "The fundamental purpose of the establishment of the association is artificial blood, and the particularity of this blood is destined not to be inherited through breeding. Its natural inheritance law has always been a mystery. The only way for human intervention is to conduct fusion experiments on young children.'

"That is to say, I can never change the association's practices. To stop this mistake, the only way is to destroy the association."

Betel's eyes are bright and calm. For ordinary people, a major decision that needs to be resolved is just a choice that follows his heart: "That person told me that if I want to do it, he will would help me, so I said, yes."

"Well, well, well," the purple hair exaggeratedly shook his head, "it's really time for everyone to listen, how great you are, what a hero, but why no one came to applaud you? This is a great thing for a hero. It would be too unfair to say. Don't you?"

"I'm not a hero, all I can do is find a way to get evidence of the association doing these things, and then take it out."

Saying this, Betel seemed to think of something happy, and the brows softened a lot.

"But I didn't take enough for the first time, so I decided to go back to the association—"

"You want to say that you took the initiative to throw yourself into the trap?" This time the purple hair directly interrupted Betel's statement, and the thin lips under the hood pulled out a twisted and weird smile, "I thought those trash catch people very well Well, it turned out that you let the water go, puppy, this is not authentic, you played everyone. So, the one called Jie was also arranged by you or that person? I have to say that it is very exciting, his performance It completely bluffed me, I was led by the nose by him, and in the end, I simply sent you away with both hands!"

As he said, the purple hair laughed wildly: "Heroes always have to face sacrifices! Poor puppy, you have done great things, but you can't get anything—Jie is dead! He's dead! I killed it with my own hands." Damn! Did you find his body? Huh? At the bottom of the cold water, he was covered in blood and trembling before he died. Have you ever seen him in pain? It is so beautiful, so beautiful that I want to put Holding him in my arms, I cut him into thousands of pieces bit by bit with a delicate knife, watching his uncontrollable convulsions in my arms, the beautiful vitality disappearing from his body bit by bit, Wait until the warm blood runs out, and the wonderful death comes... Hehehehehahahahaha!!"

As the purple hair narrated, Betel's breathing stagnated slightly, and the purple hair was keenly aware of this, and became more and more happy: "Oh, actually I did that too, I let him die in my arms. Before throwing him into the water, he had already bled dry. I couldn't put it down with those bones that were still raw and fleshy, but unfortunately I couldn't keep them as souvenirs and play with them every day. He was still talking before he died: "Save the bones." Help me, betel nut, I don't want to die, help me!' Heh! Hahahaha!"

Looking at the crazy purple hair, Betel said softly: "No, Jie is not dead."

"It's up to you if you don't want to accept the reality." The purple hair suddenly pulled down the hood on his head, allowing Betel to see his distorted face clearly, his eyes were tearing apart, his eyes were red, and the corners of his eyes were twitching nervously.

"I've finished listening to your mental journey. It's time to send you to meet the kitten. Don't be too grateful to me, tragic hero."

Raise the muzzle and aim at the betel nut.

"Touch!" The gun rang.

The purple-haired twisted expression froze on his face, and he fell to the ground in a daze.

Betel nut turned her head slightly, and saw the white-haired man coming out of his hiding place with a gun in his hand, and nodded to him from afar.

Li Yuwen walked over from behind the betel nut and asked softly, "Are you okay?"

Betel nodded, raised his hand to hold his heart, and said with inexplicable emotion: "It's strange, the matter is over, but I don't feel anything."

"Want to see Mathematics Li?"

So betel nut nodded again.