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"No, you can't kill me!" The poet struggled to save himself, grabbed things around him and threw them at the detective.

"Oh, look, look, I'm in a hurry." The detective said with a smile, his smile was extremely strange.

His eyes were like hell demons looking at the delicious soul, and the saliva dripped on the ground every minute, burning holes one by one.

What did the detective have?A smart mind, a healthy body, a good family background, wealth that can rival a country's assets... But ah, such easy-to-get things made him disgusted.

Nothing can excite him, except the excitement of walking between life and death!

The detective spread his arms and praised to the sky: "Scream, tremble, weave beautiful music, make me want to dance!"

He spins, jumps, and dances on one foot.

If the poet's body is not under his feet, the dancing posture is very chic and extraordinary.

The soft abdomen of the poet simply cannot bear the impact of the whole body strength of an adult man.

A mouthful of blood spewed out, and the poet twisted his body desperately, trying to get out of the demon's control, but the detective who could think of planting and framing him, how could he not be a pervert!

"Aren't you satisfied with being my dance mat?" The detective paused, "Or do you remind me that I should change the dance steps?"

The poet shook his head in horror.

The detective laughed, bent down, patted the poet's cheek lightly, and said softly, "I will fulfill your wish before death."

He suddenly changed to - tap dancing.

The slight sound of bone shattering rang out one after another.

Streams of blood spurted out from the poet's mouth, mixed with dark blood clots and bright red foam.

His eyes widened, and he exhaled his last breath from his chest.

The detective stopped, shook his head, and couldn't stop thinking.

He walked towards the college student: "Son, it's your turn."

The college student raised his head abruptly, his terrified eyes met his, his face pale.

"Don't be afraid, you have already experienced it once, and this time it is more experienced." The detective comforted softly, took out the pendant in his pocket, and unfolded it.

The college student shivered, his voice was like a gnat: "Let me go...please...please..."

"Silly boy," the detective shook his head disapprovingly, "If you beg me, I must agree to you? There is no such reason in the world."

He caressed the college student's face, wiping the tears from her cheeks with his thumb.

The college student trembled slightly under his hands and asked tremblingly, "Then...how are you going to let me go..."

"Oh, another silly question," sighed the detective, "why should I let you go? Who would put down a tool? Would a soldier put down a wooden barn? Would a cook put down a knife? Would a scholar put down a book? You It is a good tool for me to play against the police, how could I let you go?"

The college student trembled even more: "Help..."

"Come on, girl, it's all over, it's all a dream..."

The pendant dangled in front of his eyes, and the college student tightly closed his eyes not to look at it.Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in the scalp!

The detective grabbed her hair, and his voice was cold like a thin poisonous snake, piercing into her ears:

"You seem to want to die with them? No problem, I will make this place a scene of death."

As he said that, he broke the college student's head and forced her to open her eyes to take a good look at the corpses on the ground: "Who do you want to die with... eh?"

Something weird happened.

The body of the doctor on the ground disappeared without knowing when.

The body of the poet is gradually sanding and sinking into the ground.

The detective froze.

He suddenly recalled one thing—there were several people who died before, and where did their bodies go? !

——Such a big matter, no one pays attention to it?

--What's going on here!

The detective ran out of the hotel. He remembered that Sunshine Sandie's body was lying in front of the distribution box.

But, there, there is nothing!

He turned around and ran into the master planner's room, where there were only sporadic bloodstains left.

He ran out of the hotel again, the crushed body of the female teacher, the charred body of the bakery owner... where did they go?

The detective listened attentively, and the town was silent.

Not even the sound of the wind or the shaking of the leaves.

However, there is wind!

The detective's intuition was not good, and he turned around 180 degrees suddenly-the back was empty and there was nothing.

He frowned: "Things...became interesting."

Saying that, the gloom in his eyes gradually dissipated.A sunny and sickly smile reappeared on his face.

In this land, there is an unknown existence, he is very curious, very curious.

When the detective returned to the hotel, the poet's body had disappeared.

The college student sat on the mat, staring blankly at the strange scene, his eyes were dull and empty.

"It's a criminal paradise," said the detective, approaching her and sitting down next to her.

He said casually, admiring the stained glass windows of the hotel, "Don't dispose of the dead body. No one cares what you do."

He put his hand on the shoulder of the college student, but the college student didn't respond.

"But what's here? There's nothing here."

The detective continued: "Lonely—"

——However, happiness is waiting for him.

"You will always be with me, right?" He tilted his head slightly and asked softly.

"You will," said the detective, ignoring the student's reaction. "I'm tired, I'm leaving—I'll take you with me! We'll be very happy!"

His excited voice turned into sweet coaxing: "Good boy, good girl, I will let you leave easily..."

The pendant fell to the eyes of the college students again.

"Look at it, look at it, you will experience a wonderful dream, that is your journey, your destiny. Your breathing will stop slowly, your heart will stop beating, your blood will not flow..."

The detective's voice was deep and magnetic, but it was such a nice voice, but he uttered murderous words.

The eyelids of college students droop a little bit heavily.

The breathing intervals became longer and longer, and gradually stopped, and the whole face gradually turned red.

She opened her mouth involuntarily, but her chest didn't rise and fall, and even a little bit of air couldn't enter her trachea.

The interval between heartbeats became longer and longer, and the blood on his face gradually faded.

Her hands and feet trembled slightly, and her eyes rolled back and forth under her eyelids, feeling a little uneasy.

The detective intensified the intensity of seduction, moved closer to the ear of the college student, and whispered, praising the charm of death.

The college student's eyeballs gradually stopped rolling, and she let out a long belch from her throat.

The last breath of life gradually dissipated.

"leave……"

The detective seemed sad and happy, hugged the person in front of him, held the other's head, covered his lips on his forehead, and pressed a deep kiss.

——The next moment, he suddenly felt a pain in the back of his head!

With the last bit of strength, the detective turned his head and saw the plain and watery face of the "steward".

"I should make a note..." The detective suddenly smiled, "Forget it, I plan to leave anyway."

"You can't leave." The "Housekeeper" said indifferently, "Look carefully, not all the corpses have disappeared."

The detective was taken aback.

As the "steward" said, old Henry's body was still lying on the side.After such a long time, there is no sign of sandification disappearing.

The detective was stunned: "How could this be..." He, who had been strategizing for a long time, immediately turned grim when faced with something out of control: "You—"

But the "steward" didn't give him a chance to vent, provoke or curse. He raised his cane again and unceremoniously pierced the detective's throat.

"Your so-called leaving is just staying forever."—Stay on this island.

Now among these people, the only ones who can leave the island are college students who can be rescued.

Zhang Xian snatched the college student from the detective's arms, laid it flat on the ground, and pressed his heart again and again.

"Henry!" he cried.

"Here it is!" Old Henry turned over and sat up, and the human skin fell off like clothes in an instant, and a little yellow duck popped out from the pile of "clothes", and flapped its wings laboriously to get out.

——Too exciting.It never expected that Zhang Xian would let him pretend to be a real housekeeper.

"So the so-called 'accelerating the process' is to intensify the conflict." The little yellow duck learned a trick.

However, it didn't want to praise Zhang Xian's plan, but wanted to give Zhang Xian a good meal: "You, why do you consume so much of my energy! I saved it with great difficulty here!"

It hurts!

But it promised to help Zhang Xian, it is a system that keeps its word, and it keeps what it says!

——But it’s so tragic, why are you always being cheated.

"Don't worry. I won't let you suffer." Zhang Xian only gave one sentence, and then ordered, "Electric shock."

"Okay... Anyway, I have met more than one bad guy."

The little yellow duck muttered, ran over, kicked his feet, and put it on the college student's heart——and was lifted up by Zhang Xian: "Aren't you out of energy? I just unplugged the wires and brought them here."

"Oh." The little yellow duck let go of the duck's legs, tugged and tugged at the ground, and went to pick up the wire. "I wanted to ask last time, why you don't use energy most of the time."

"Because this is Huo Yiluo's special world, no matter how unreasonable the logic of this world is, it is best to follow its logic and only intervene when necessary - this is called guidance. By the way, you are pretending to be a real housekeeper, which is a necessary guidance, Nothing can be saved. Unless I want Huo Yiluo to turn into a vegetable." Destruction is always easier than construction.

Zhang Xian started his hands while answering, electric sparks crackled, and the college student's body jumped heavily.

"Cough...cough..." The college student "resurrected from the dead" opened his eyes in surprise.

"I... what's wrong with me?"

"Get out of here." Zhang Xian said, "Let's go now."

The college student recalled everything that had happened before, and immediately showed a terrified expression. He hugged Zhang Xian and said incoherently: "I'm going to die! He's going to kill me! Help me! Help me! I don't want to die! I don't want to die! What about him? He Is it hidden? He will come to kill me again! Help! Help!"

Zhang Xian patted her on the back: "He's dead. Look, he's right next to you."

"Ah——" the college student lowered his head, met the detective's ferocious face, and couldn't help screaming again.

"Okay, okay, it's okay." Zhang Xian comforted her, "We can go back soon."

He helped the college student stand up, slowly walked out of the hotel, into the moonless and windless night.

After the little yellow duck left the hotel, it disappeared in a flash—it had to fake a private jet.

To be more precise, Zhang Xian let it create hope for college students.

The college student didn't pay attention to the whereabouts of the little yellow duck. She walked with one foot deep and one foot shallow, and her spirit became more and more exhausted.

"Can we really leave? Will we be treated as murderers? How can we explain it to others? Can we... can we... go out?"

She sat down on the ground all at once.

Zhang Xian turned his head and looked at her quietly.

"It's useless... there's no way... I can't get out, I can't get out, I can't leave." The college student's face was full of despair and frustration, "If you can go, go. I Can't get out..."

Her words stopped.

"Come up."

Zhang Xian squatted in front of her and said lightly.

College students don't move.

"I'm going to stay here," she said. "It's nice to be alone here."

"Leave me here."

A moment of silence.

"Your idea is correct." Zhang Xian said suddenly.

Staying on the island, there will be no perverted|perverted stalkers, no criminals who frame her, and no responsibility will be assumed.

but--

"If you stay, you leave."

Zhang Xian stood up, faced the college student, and raised his cane.

A shield-shaped red star stamp suddenly lit up.

The world has changed.

The little yellow duck was still making arrangements on the tarmac, and suddenly felt a strong vibration in the air. It fell and rolled several times.

"—Gah?"

Doesn't it mean that you can't use energy casually?Zhang Xian, what are you doing?

It suddenly remembered what Zhang Xian once said, energy...what to guide?

The author has something to say: Reply under the message = spoiler, so let me yell in the words - guess the fatal ID and the little angel who survived each get a little red flower~~~ But don't worry, the ending is completely different , this dungeon is full of positive energy!

Brother Yan: As I said, I am standing on the fifth floor (Drinking Tea Calmly.jpg

System: The ending will be released tomorrow!Back to the real world tomorrow!