The doomsday boss comes from a mental hospital!

The sky was dirty orange, and the gray-black smoke filled the forest. The irritating smoke constantly harassed Meng Busan's respiratory tract, making him cough continuously, and his lungs felt as if they were scalded.

Meng Busan stared at the paper in his hand, and slowly raised the corners of his mouth.

"Twenty-five boy... isn't he a traitor? It's a suitable choice for me."

He chuckled, ready to tear up the note and throw it away.

At this moment, the words on the note slowly melted away as if falling into water.

Then, a few new lines appeared on it——

【Doomsday Proving Ground B941—Wildfire Doomsday】

[Welcome all the testers to this trial field. There are a total of ten testers in this trial field. 】

[Please try not to die here, because every death is a restart, and every restart is ■■■■. 】

[The task is issued below, please note that this time it is divided into two camps - the inner ghost and the justice team. 】

[You are the second or fifth ghost among the testers. Their mission failure is the success of your mission. Please try to destroy their mission. 】

[Although you don't even know what their mission is, if you succeed, you will receive countless generous rewards. 】

【Good luck!Two or five liars. 】

[Note: The titles of the testers will be hidden in this trial field. 】

Meng Busan looked at it, and laughed like a lunatic.

With his laughter, the note in his hand slowly burned.

He didn't let go of his hand.

He watched the flames dance with indifference, and licked his pale fingertips until his fingers were burnt red, and the paper turned into ashes in the wind.

He stared at his burned and blistered fingers.

The fiery stabbing pain crawled into his heart along the meridian.

He stared at it silently for a while, only to find that the wound was slowly disappearing and the pain was gradually weakening.

But after a while, his fingers returned to their original shape, as if what happened just now was just his hallucination.

There was a severe pain in Meng Busan's head, as if someone was hitting his skull hard inside with a sledgehammer.

He put his head in his hands and leaned against the car door uncomfortably.

"Is it just an illusion, or is it real?"

"Is what I see real?"

"Is the condition serious again?"

He muttered to himself, and then raised that finger to observe carefully, but he still didn't find any wounds.

It's as if... except for the scars he brought into this world, nothing in this world can hurt him, and time can't leave any traces on his body.

Meng Busan put down his hand and looked at the place where the NPC had died. There was nothing there, it was like a hallucination.

Meng Busan exhaled lightly, "It's really stingy not to drop even a single bead."

He moved the toolbox back to the car and checked the contents of the vehicle.

There is a barrel of gasoline in the trunk of the car, as well as ropes and guns, and even sharp weapons.

He found another insurance policy in the glove box under the front of the car. It was a large insurance policy for her, and the beneficiary was his husband.

This is probably the background plot that happened to him.

Leaning on the back of the chair, Meng Busan slowly went through the insurance.

He found a lighter and a mobile phone from the armrest box between the driver's seat and the passenger seat.

He touched the phone and found that the phone case was hot.

What kind of hands-burning mobile phone is this? With such broken quality, it will probably spontaneously ignite and explode, right?

Lighter gasoline arson, mobile phone explosion, engine spontaneous combustion... Tsk, I really want to burn him alive here.

Meng Busan pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

He pressed the cigarette case, flicked his wrist, and a cigarette jumped out.

He bent down, opened and closed his mouth, and held the cigarette between his teeth.

He pressed the lighter, lit the cigarette butt, and took a light sip.

This smoke is peppermint burst beads.

He clenched his teeth on the popping bead of the cigarette holder and bit it slightly, as if there was a soft sound coming from it, a strong and cool mint fragrance immediately entwined with the smoke, rushed into his mouth, rolled over his tongue coating, and slid across the smoke. His throat went straight to his celestial cap.

Meng Busan was thrilled.

He held the thin and long peppermint popper in one hand, squinted his eyes, and exhaled slowly into the rearview mirror.

The cigarette in his hand was thin and long, not like an ordinary cigarette, but like a lady's cigarette.

Meng Busan said to himself: "My wife is pregnant and can't smoke, and that man doesn't seem to be able to smoke women's cigarettes, so who left this pack of cigarettes?"

With a cigarette in one hand, he stretched it out of the car window, and with the other hand, he operated the mobile phone interface, checking the phone owner's calls and text messages.

He looked at it and laughed softly.

"So that's how it is..."

The proving ground with richer plots has indeed become more interesting.

He smiled, glanced at the rearview mirror, and fell silent again.

Meng Busan lowered his head, his shoulders trembled slightly.

It didn't take long before a hand clasped around his wrist, which was sticking out of the car window and still holding a cigarette.

"Hello, ma'am, I'm a government employee, and your car is now confiscated by me."

The speaker held his wrist, not only restraining his movements, but also knowing whether Meng Busan was lying by feeling the pulse at his wrist.

If this is not a powerful NPC, he is an extremely experienced tester.

Meng Busan still didn't move.

The man stared at the top of Meng Busan's head for a long time, and said in a low voice, "I'm sorry."

He was about to stretch out his other hand to grab Meng Busan's shoulder.

Just when his hand was about to touch Meng Busan, Meng Busan suddenly raised his head as if sensing something.

He stared at the man with his eyes open, and there was still moisture in his eyes.

The moment he saw this man, Meng Busan realized who this guy was.

The corner of his mouth subconsciously wanted to twitch, but it quickly dissipated before a weird smile took shape.

Meng Busan kept looking at him, and said silently in his heart: It's been a long time.

The man outside the car was wearing a neat black suit and a black tie. The pockets of his trousers were slightly raised, which looked like a pocket gun.

This kind of dress doesn't look like a government official, but more like a bodyguard.

Meng Busan glanced past his ear and saw the uneven skin tone.

There are probably invisible earphones stuck there.

The man has a slender figure, and his limbs wrapped in a suit also vaguely reveal the outline of muscles, but he has long black hair.

Meng Busan stared at his face for a while.

This man is very suitable to wear women's clothes... Even if he pretends to be a woman, he won't look too outrageous. After all, he has already disguised himself in the first trial.

Right, Qin Qing?

Perhaps, Qin Qing is just a fake name.

Meng Busan showed him a weak and sad smile, "Sir."

"I'm sorry, I can't leave the car at the moment because I'm waiting for my husband to come back."

He grabbed his hand.

The man lowered his head, glanced at his pale wrist like a spirit, did not speak, and let go of his hand.

The mint-flavored smoke drills into the jasmine bracelet and the ice-blue morpho butterfly, ghostly and bleak,

When Qin Qing saw this woman from a distance, he felt a dull pain in his head, which had not happened for a long time.

He still remembers the man who gave him this migraine.

I can't even think about it, it hurts even more.

Qin Qing rubbed his temples and said in a low voice, "Sorry."

Then, he ran directly to the driver's seat, opened the door, got in the car, turned on the ignition, and set off in one go without any discussion with Meng Busan.

Meng Busan stared at him with a panicked look.

"What are you doing!"

Qin Qing smiled sassyly, "I'm sorry, but I need this car very much now."

He looked down at Meng Busan, and naturally saw his stomach.

He showed a surprised expression, "Sorry, I don't know..."

He pursed his lips.

It's just an NPC, even if he kills here, there will be no problem, why should he apologize?

Qin Qing only felt that there were two forces in his body pulling him, one was desperately warning him to be careful of this woman, although he didn't notice anything unusual, but he seemed to have some kind of ptsd, after seeing this woman , his head hurts all the time; the other force is gentle and harmless, but from time to time, when the former idea takes the upper hand, he softly persuades him: This is a woman worthy of pity, please treat him better, she is so pitiful.

Qin Qing's head hurt badly, he frowned, and sighed heavily.

"Although I drove your car away without your permission, I want to say that the husband you are waiting for will not come back."

"This area is almost surrounded by wildfires, and it will be burned up soon. If you sit there and wait for your husband, you will be burned alive."

Meng Busan: "You are talking nonsense!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he seemed to think of something, and hugged himself in surprise.

He lowered his eyelashes slightly, looking harmless and gentle.

Qin Qingyang held the steering wheel with his hands, "Ah, you may have imagined it."

Meng Busan moved his lips, "You're talking nonsense..."

The rebuttal was light.

He finally closed his eyes, "Why..."

He grabbed the phone, and the direction of the screen was facing Qin Qing, "I should have woken up a long time ago, I shouldn't have hoped for him."

Qin Qing glanced at the screen subconsciously, but suddenly saw a familiar name.

He immediately reached out and snatched the cigarette and mobile phone from Meng Busan's hand.

He threw the cigarette out of the car window and stared at the contact name on the phone.

"If you're pregnant, don't smoke."

Meng Busan stared at the direction where the cigarette butt was going away, "But if you just throw it away like this, it will cause a wildfire."

Qin Qing twitched the corner of his mouth, "The wildfires are serious enough now, if there are more fires, it will be the same."

Meng Busan covered his mouth and did not speak.

Qin Qing looked at him: "This contact person, Miss Anna, do you know him?"

Meng Busan deliberately stretched, grasped, and stretched the fingers on his knees.

After making sure that Qin Qing noticed his small movements, he deliberately avoided Qin Qing's sight and said, "I don't know."

Qin Qing raised his voice, "Please tell the truth, I don't think you want me to do anything to you."

Meng Busan quickly reached out to the glove box in front of him.

Qin Qing was startled, and didn't even take out the gun from his pocket, but directly took out the gun from the storage compartment and put it on Meng Busan's temple.

Meng Busan: "What are you doing?"

He slowly took out a tube of black lipstick from the glove box.

Qin Qing narrowed his eyes, "Don't do useless things, put it down!"

Meng Busan said softly, "Sir, this is just a tube of lipstick. What are you afraid of?"

Qin Qing clenched it tightly, "I said, put it down."

Meng Busan looked ahead: "Sir, pay attention to the front and drive hard."

Qin Qing pulled down the safety catch, "Don't think I'm just scaring you, I really know how to shoot."

Meng Busan sighed, "Why don't you let me dress up? After all, this is also..."

Qin Qing couldn't hear his words clearly, so he couldn't help but move closer to him.

"what?"

Meng Busan smiled at him and made a "boom" mouth.

what? !

Qin Qing's head hurt even more, he turned his head subconsciously, and saw a string of flames burning from the back of the car through the rear glass.

The fire was chasing after their car buttocks, and because he had been distracted by the woman next to him and the road ahead, he didn't notice it at all.

Grass!

He was about to jump out of the car, but he heard a loud "bang", and the whole car jumped into the sky because of the power of the explosion.

The car was instantly engulfed in flames.

In the pain of being burned, Qin Qing glared at Meng Busan, "Why on earth are you..."

Meng Busan looked at him apologetically, "I'm really sorry, I actually..."

The world turned into darkness in an instant.

The corners of Meng Busan's sagging mouth slowly rose, "...Actually, I did it on purpose."

"Good, this is first blood."

He clasped his hands behind his head and smiled leisurely.

……

As the darkness gradually receded, Meng Busan found himself standing in front of a shelf with an unopened pack of cigarettes in his hand.

The pack of cigarettes was the exact one he had found in the armrest box.

He raised his head and looked around.

There are all kinds of shelves all around.

He seemed to be in a supermarket at a gas station. Loud pop music was playing in the supermarket. From the window, he could see the gas station outside. A small passenger car was slowly leaving the gas station.

He held the pack of cigarettes and walked to the cash register.

The little brother at the cash register was wearing an orange hat and was playing with his mobile phone with his head down.

Meng Busan put the cigarette and lighter on the cash register, and glanced at the newspaper shelf behind the younger brother. The most obvious place on it was today's Gray City Daily.

The date on the daily newspaper showed - September 2238, 9.

Meng Busan narrowed his eyes subconsciously.

He remembered that when he first arrived at the trial site, he saw a torn newspaper that read - September 2238, 9.

So, after he experienced three restarts, did he actually jump forward by an extra day?

He looked at the newspaper again, the headline on the front page read in huge fonts——

"The Gray City wildfire is getting worse, but the government has announced that the government has entered the autumn holiday, which lasts for a month."

Meng Busan tilted his head.

Wow, that's magical realism.

作者有话要说：感谢在2020-09-0201:28:54~2020-09-0223:48:44期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mines: Mu Fan 1;

Thanks to the little angels of irrigation nutrient solution: 5 bottles of skr Xiaotian; 1 bottle of QAQ;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!