I'm A BUG In A Thriller Game

Wasteland No. 12 Days · "A disobedient child has no ears."

The old letter paper was yellowed, and crooked handwriting filled the pages.

Suddenly, the air seemed to stop flowing, no one spoke, and no one moved.

"Signed: Fang Shan."

Yu Ci calmly finished the last word on the letter paper, and looked up at Arthur and the surrounding prisoners.

All the prisoners staying here know who Fang Shan is.

The letter belonged to Arthur's first roommate, the unlucky one whose head had been sliced ​​open by a fan.

Apparently, several prisoners who had been approaching with Arthur stopped in their tracks, keeping a distance from Arthur, and a trace of surprise and doubt flashed in their eyes.

Yu Ci had a panoramic view of the actions and expressions of these people, he curled the corner of his mouth without any surprise, and continued to open another envelope.

Feng Huai looked at Yu Ci, and he realized that Yu Ci had calculated the reactions of these people into the whole game long ago, that's why he was so calm.

"To the Warden: I hope that upon receipt of this letter, my application for resignation will be approved. I can endure day after day working under the malevolent gaze of a dozen death row inmates, and those sudden appearances in the middle of the night. Strange noises, they're nothing."

"But what I can't stand is the so-called 'rules' that are defaulted by everyone here. If mistakes can be forgiven unconditionally, if injuries can be ignored, if death row prisoners and prison guards reach a consensus, it's all because someone made the 'rules', then here It’s simply out of the law.”

"I don't want to stay here anymore, just for personal reasons."

"Signed: Ronan."

Everyone except Feng Huai and Yu Ci were taken aback for a moment, and suddenly looked at a middle-aged prison guard standing in the corner of the open space.

Ronan stared closely at the letter paper in Yu Ci's hand: "Why is it in your hand..."

Yu Ci did not respond, and he immediately opened the third envelope.

"To the prison director: Since my resignation was rejected, my situation has become very difficult. Living and working here is suffocating. I was bullied and suppressed by the old prison guards, ignored and ridiculed by the prisoners, and no one would listen to my voice. pain."

"If only sheer violence can make one's voice heard, then I think I have to do something about it."

"The director of the prison, the significance of this letter lies in you. Whether you are willing to come forward to curb the deterioration of this situation, or let it go, will affect the future."

"Signed: Ronan."

Ronan clenched his fists and pursed his lips tightly,

He knew that Yu Ci had another letter in his hand.

"To the warden: I don't want to be a second Don Jaymin, even though his methods work. I understand where the dirty pranks in my break cupboard come from, and the indifference and taunts of those prisoners come from my colleagues Acquiescence, and it is precisely because of this that I hate his so-called methods even more."

"He just forced everyone to be like him. He used batons to make people obey, and he used bullying to form gangs. The root cause of death row prisons becoming a place of lawlessness is in him."

"But I think the warden should have seen this clearly a long time ago, but he has never acquiesced in any measures. This is fueling his arrogance, or in other words, you are fellow travelers."

"I know that after this letter is written to you, it will definitely be handed over to Tang Jieming, just like the two previous letters. I know that my situation is bound to be more difficult than before, and you may be more willing to read such an after-dinner good show."

"In that case, please look forward to it."

"Signed: Ronan."

Ronan exhaled lightly, and he mustered up the courage to look at Yu Ci.

However, Yu Ci did not make any comments on the contents of these letters, and half of the letters were still unopened in his hand.

"Fuck your warden, can't you see that your prison guards are shocking prisoners with batons too much?! Prisoners should be your punching bag?! Anonymous."

r/>"Today, a prisoner was electrocuted to a false death by Old Tang. This should really be taken care of. Anonymous."

"Tang Jieming threw all the uniforms of the new junior prison guards into the cesspool. Warden, this is a bit too much. Anonymous."

"Why didn't I approve my resignation application? Do I have to stay for a full week before I can be transferred? That stupid old prison guard makes me want to throw up if I stay an extra day! Anonymous."

"..."

"Arthur is saying that weird thing again, I've heard enough. I don't want to be Arthur's roommate, I don't want to be the second Fang Shan, let me change the cell. Anonymous."

"God, I'm going to die, soon. If I die, I'm going to stalk the warden, every prison guard here, and no one will be innocent. Anonymous."

"..."

The remaining half of the letters were mostly accusations and evasions against Tang Jieming, the warden, and Arthur.

Yu Ci flipped his palms, and the letter fell down with ease.

Through the gaps between the scattered letter papers, the expressions of all the prisoners and prison guards became very different and unnatural.

Arthur had a cold face, and the haze was brewing in his eyes.

He looked at Yu Ci: "Why do you have these letters?"

Yu Ci laughed mockingly, as if he had thought of something, raised his eyes to look in Feng Huai's direction, his voice became deeper, as if he was talking to himself, "The traces of time will always be left behind, no matter how you Trying to cover it up."

After the first instance of the day's hearing, he left and was stopped by the former warden at the stairs in the lobby and handed him the key.

All the envelopes were stored in a small box. After reading all the letters, he also understood the expression on the face of the previous warden when he handed over the keys.

With fear in guilt, he hesitated and flinched, but finally mustered the courage desperately, and stuffed the key into his palm.

"I heard that someone died again in the death row prison. Maybe the things in that box can help you." The former warden said.

After Yu Ci returned to the Death Row Prison, it took him a long time to find the small box. It was hidden by the former warden in the gap between the inconspicuous cabinet and the wall. It looked like an abandoned box that accidentally fell into it. Dusty.

Just when Yu Ci was picking out the box, he noticed that in the same position, but in a deeper gap, there was another thing wrapped in a cowhide bag and thrown inside.

He took a little effort to take out both items.

In the box were the letters kept by the old warden, while in the leather pouch was an even older notebook.

Just as he was opening his notes, he received a notice of a strange self-mutilation in the cafeteria.

"Tang Jieming's official autopsy report hasn't come out yet." Yu Ci looked at everyone, "But I think the forensic doctor will be very surprised why there are so many horizontal and vertical cuts on his body that are not uniform."

Feng Huai reacted quickly.

No wonder when he and Yu Ci conducted a crude first-hand autopsy, they found that the imprints left by some knife marks were so messy, which could be called amateurish, and completely inconsistent with the amazing techniques noticed at the beginning of the scene.

He opened his mouth thoughtfully, and continued Yu Ci's words: "Even though on the surface, every piece of decomposed corpse is uniform and the knife technique is decisive, but when you look closely, you can see that there is more than one knife mark on the place where the knife fell. What is concealed by the bold and sharp knife work is the messy and messy cuts."

The faces of individual prisoners and prison guards changed.

Feng Huai narrowed his eyes and looked at those people; "Yes, there is not enough time to commit crimes."

"How could there be only one mastermind behind the scenes, avoiding other prisoners and prison guards, killing a senior old prison guard, and completing such a wonderful crime scene in just one hour?" Feng Huai smiled slightly. Laughing, "However, as long as there is the assistance of prison guards, some troubles can't be called troubles."

As soon as he finished speaking, a reminder sound came from his ear:

"Player Feng Huai completes the decryption of the side mission: the death of the prison guard, and will be rewarded with 2 points."

;Feng Huai curled his lips, it seems that the decryption task does not need the strict standard requirements of getting all the stolen goods.

The faces of several prison guards centered on Ronan became a little stiff.

Jiang Fang looked at the scene in front of him strangely. The person who was a death row prisoner went to do forensic work, and the person who was a policeman went to do the work of a prisoner. It was a mess.

"However, the cause of Tang Jieming's death should have little to do with them." Feng Huai changed the subject and looked at Yu Ci.

Yu Ci walked in front of Arthur, picked up Arthur's arms with a baton, and slapped an inconspicuous bulge in his armpit with the end of the baton.

Arthur's expression changed, he burst into a violent fit, and punched Yu Ci in front of him.

Yu Ci had expected Arthur's reaction. At the same time Arthur swung his fist, he leaned back, but his legs quickly sent a shovel forward, and his knees quickly clamped Arthur's ankles, borrowing the strength of his whole body With a beautiful spin, Arthur was knocked down to the ground.

At the same time, a prisoner beside Arthur also rushed forward, waiting for an opportunity to attack.

However, before he could take any action, Feng Huai made a move.

He took a few steps forward, jumped lightly, kicked on the waist of the opponent's belly, leaped into the air, clamped the head and neck of the person with his legs, spun his waist at the same time, and brought the person to the ground.

The other prisoners took a deep breath and suppressed their small thoughts.

Obviously Feng Huai and Yu Ci's movements were not exactly the same, but visually they were surprisingly neat and tacit, and even if it wasn't for the two prisoners who were beaten, the people around were even happy to boo and applaud this beautiful action show.

The two of them brought down the prisoner in their hands almost at the same time, and their knees pressed tightly against the back of the other's neck, making it impossible for them to exert force and move.

Yu Ci unbuttoned Arthur's prison clothes, and at his armpit, a transparent blister-like bag protruded slightly from the flesh. The inside was crystal clear, and a blood-red bug could be seen soaking in it as if sleeping.

Yu Ci's pupils trembled slightly, and he murmured in a low voice, "Blood-melting ants?"

He paused, and then tore open a larger area, and saw that under the transparent bulge, there was a small piece of skin that had been punctured and was slowly repairing itself.

Feng Huai noticed the situation there, and he squinted his eyes slightly. There should have been a blood fusion ant on that piece of skin, probably the one he abducted.

However, actually using one's own body to imprison the blood melting ants is really an unflattering choice.

Arthur suddenly raised his head and glared at Yu Ci: "How do you know?!"

Yu Ci looked at him coldly, grabbed Arthur by the hair, lifted it up and threw it on the ground.

Arthur passed out limply.

Yu Ci said coldly: "Take him down, don't wake up the bugs on his body, or you will bear the consequences."

"Yes!" The prison guard trembled.

They dragged Arthur away.

But within a few steps, a small piece of explosion-proof glass fell from the sky.

The two prison guards on the left and the right subconsciously dodged their hands, and there was a loud "bang". The explosion-proof glass weighing several kilograms fell from a high altitude, and the acceleration of gravity reached the extreme. It hit Arthur impartially. Se was photographed into a puddle of flesh and blood almost at that moment.

Yu Ci and Feng Huai looked up at the sky for the first time, and saw the tenth floor of the outer building of the prison covered with ivy, a window pane disappeared, and the white curtain was blown up by the wind.

Behind the curtains, a gray child's face stayed at the window for a few seconds, only the whites of the eyes were visible, looking at them unfocused, the corners of his mouth slowly opened, and it seemed that the child's shrill voice sounded in the open space. laughter:

"A disobedient child has no ears."

The author has something to say: Feng Huai: Someone here stole my housekeeping skills

Yu Ci: It's not stealing, there is flesh - compensation

Feng Huai:?

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: spli1;

There are so few comments on Ang, it seems that this article is not written in the right direction?so difficult orz