After I died, I became a cat

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Knowing that those children might be watching the surveillance, the four escaped did not dare to communicate in spoken language.

Hu Qing's face still hurts after being slapped twice, and he is still not proficient in communicating with his rear support partner in consciousness. It took a little effort to successfully ask in the team channel: "Where are we going to hide?"

"Ok?"

"Ha ha?"

Li Zhimi and Teacher Qi Wang replied her with two question marks.

Her father, Hu Bugui, looked back at her, his eyes seemed to be a little desperate——to his girl's head.

"Xiaoqing, can I call you Xiaoqing?" Li Zhimi explained to her gently, "We are investigators, we are here to conduct investigations, we are not forced to participate in the death game, and we have nothing to do but to survive. Characters in novels that I don’t know, why do you hide according to what they say?”

"That's right, hahahaha!" Teacher Qi Wang's hahahaha seemed to have its own sound effects, "Our duty is to break everything that has been distorted with our fists!"

"It's just recycling mysteries," Hu Bugui said calmly, "but during the recycling process, I occasionally do something for others."

"That's right!" Teacher Qi Wang laughed, "But it's these helping things that determine Hero—"

"It turned out to be a living hero enthusiast." Li Zhimi looked at Teacher Qi Wang, as if looking at a giant strange species that appeared in the square.

"With such a figure, the soap will be easily used up after two or three baths..." He muttered in a low voice.

"Ah?" Teacher Qi Wang didn't hear clearly.

"I said, Brother Wang, you are amazing, and you can still be so cheerful at this time." Li Zhimi said nonsense.

"It's a game after all," Teacher Qi Wang was very self-aware, "There's no real death in the game."

"Ah, that's right." Hu Qing also remembered that the projection players are not afraid of death, but the investigators don't need to be too afraid, because the real skill of the investigators is the archive resurrection.

The body scans of the investigators conducted by the medical department before the crossing are actually archives. After the investigators die during the investigation, the medical department will immediately create a soulless clone to revive the investigators.

However, the casualties of the front-line investigators are still very high. Firstly, this method of resurrection cannot revive people whose souls have been scattered; secondly, too many resurrections of clones will cause irreversible damage to the souls. There is also no possibility of resurrection.

Hu Qing knows that there are some more perfect and less harmful resurrection methods inside the PU, but even the PU headquarters, which is connected to countless universes, does not have the resources for every investigator.

Fortunately, although those little devils just now possessed strange powers, they couldn't see Senior Cat. It can be assumed that their power cannot attack the soul... So in this dungeon, there is no need to worry about the soul being scattered and cannot be revived, she will not die .

Hu Qing immediately felt relieved.

Then Hu Bugui, who could tell what she was thinking by looking at her expression, shuddered.

When Hu Qing cried out in pain, what was discussed in the team channel was not the question of whether he would die or not.

Lizhimi is trying to figure out how to analyze the enemy's attitude: "...Brother Cat overheard that he should find important clues, but we can't put all the responsibility on Brother Cat's shoulders, we have to work hard. Also, This hide-and-seek game, although those children said that they can survive and leave without being caught, they only stipulated that the whole hide-and-seek game will officially start in half an hour, and they did not stipulate when it would end, nor There's no rule about what counts as not being caught. I don't think they even bothered to let us go, what they just said was..."

"...Is it just to make us struggle more 'pretty'?" Teacher Qi Wang frowned while running, "It's hard to imagine a group of children can be so vicious."

"Viciousness has nothing to do with age. The only fact is that you have to admit that people with underdeveloped brains sometimes have richer imaginations. After all, their logic is chaotic." Li Zhimi mocked casually, "But what I just said means , We have to make good expectations that these children will not follow the rules, they are all like people who lose the chessboard."

"If you lose, you will overturn the chessboard..." Hu Bugui, who was leading the race, murmured.

"In other words, it's emotional and impulsive," Li Zhimi said, "a part of anti-social personality."

"A bunch of anti-social brats," Hu Qing sighed, "That's great."

Hu Bugui, who was leading the way, stopped suddenly.

"I thought of a way," he said.

"What way?" The three of Lizhimi asked in unison.

"Attack directly." Hu Bugui said.

What he said made the other three look at each other in blank dismay.

"... But, we can't attack?"

***

"Why did they suddenly stop moving?"

In the performance hall of the theater, a boy threw away the Coke in his hand in dissatisfaction.

The unfinished Coke was dumped directly on the ground, and the floor of the performance hall was covered with a creeping carpet of reddish-purple mycelium, which was probably twisted from the red wool carpet on the floor of the performance hall in reality.At this moment, at this moment, on this level of the inner world, the brown drink flowing all over the ground wets a large area of ​​creep, and the strands of mycelium are active, and there is a sucking sound in a moment.

The popcorn, french fries, fried chicken legs, etc. that were dumped on the ground by the children have countless mycelium stretching and winding, wrapping and chewing, and then secrete digestive juice, slowly melting them into nutrients.

Big and small "bags" bulge up on the ground like this. These bumps squirm from time to time, and viscous digestive juice seeps out from the gaps in the hyphae. Most people will definitely feel creepy when they see it.

But the few children in the performance hall didn't think there was any problem, even Xu Mengrou who disappeared the day before yesterday and joined them yesterday.

Chen Erhuang squatted behind her, less than three feet away, not even a single goose bump appeared on the little girl's arms.

But the little black cat who saw these had blown his hair several times.

"...Do you think she is very adaptable?"

"Yes, compared to me who is useless, she should be able to survive here and leave, right?" Guan Ming asked expectantly.

Chen Erhuang didn't speak.

The three children who disappeared three days ago, the youngest is six years old, Fu Qiliang, have not been seen so far, and they do not know whether they are alive or dead.The oldest, Guan Ming, was 15 years old and a freshman in high school. He was a head longer than the tallest child in the performance hall, and compared to ten-year-old Xu Mengrou, he was more than two heads taller.

The reality is not to make a movie, and there will hardly be a wonderful anti-killing scene designed in advance like in the Home Alone movie. In the life-and-death competition between ordinary minors, tall stature is the best reliance.

But Guan Ming was killed by Xu Mengrou instead, without Xu Mengrou's accomplices.

"I did it voluntarily," Guan Ming said.

"I don't know how it happened, I just went to the commissary to buy ice cream for myself and my sister," he said at the beginning, "My sister likes double balls, I bought her double balls, and I walked back, Just turning around like that, really turning around, all the people around disappeared.

"I was literally freaking out, standing there like a fool, and then the balls on the egg roll melted and flowed onto my hands, and I stuck out my tongue and licked it, and then realized I wasn't dreaming, and at this point, That boy suddenly appeared in front of me—”

"how does he look like?"

Chen Erhuang interrupted to ask.

Because the soul is dissipating, Guan Ming's memory is actually incomplete. He thought for a while before describing it vaguely. According to his description, Chen Erhuang combined several most likely faces in his mind.

"and then?"

"Then this boy told me that I was invited to enter the amusement park of the gods. What he said...what did he say, because I am the son of God on earth, I also have the qualifications to become a god, as long as I do what he said, You can become a god." Guan Ming said while recalling.

...what a mess.

Chen Erhuang was silent.

After a while, he continued to ask: "The method he said is to have your other two missing children kill each other?"

"Well, that's what he said, because killing represents power, which is the power of a god. If you don't dare to kill, it means you are not a god."

"Hehe, Empress Nuwa sent the Nine-Tailed Fox to kill the Shang Dynasty. The god who killed the Shang Dynasty with her own hands is too low." Chen Erhuang murmured.

Guan Ming didn't understand, it was just that his thoughts stopped for a moment in the shape of a cloud of smoke, and then he found out what happened after that from his broken memory.

"God also has a power, the power that will never be harmed by others. This power comes with harming others, and the greatest harm is to kill—"

***

"—Harming others but not being punished, this is a god. Look at those scriptures, that god tells his believers to kill this and that every day, and those who kill their brothers will become saints. He killed so many man, who can punish him?

"We must be pampered, all money and energy should be devoted to serving us, and those who do not must be punished.

"We must be protected, everything that hurts us is unforgivable, and those who do not agree with this truth cannot be called human beings.

"Is this God? What else can it be except God?"

The boy in school uniform asked.

"What else can it be? Of course, the pampered lawless one," Ye Weidan shouted, "Bear boy!!!"

boom! ! !

The track of the roller coaster fell down in the smoke and dust, and a row of steel pillars supporting the track showed smooth cuts. Ye Weidan stood in front of the field of the roller coaster, holding Fu Qiliang in one hand, letting the little boy lie on his shoulders, and the other In his hand, he held the engraving knife with the star numbers stamped on it.

The carving knife is thinner than a fountain pen, but its strength is not inferior to the sword of the oath of victory of a certain sissy knight. Now, the cold light on the tip of the carving knife is showing, and strands of snow-white sword energy are radiating.

When the entire sword energy was completely dissipated, the carving knife suddenly lost its color, shattered in the wind, turned into dust and fluttered.

The carving knife can only be used three times. Ye Weidan used it once when he first got it, and then used it again in the copy of Grape Empress. Now it is the third time.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that this mysterious prop is Ye Weidan's hole card, he has never seen anyone who can survive a single blow.

But this time the carving knife did let him down.

"This is pretty powerful," the boy in the school uniform walked out of the smoke and dust, without any scars, and even had a smile on his face, "but it's useless—now you believe what I say."

Fu Qiliang was weeping softly beside his ears, this kid's voice had long been hoarse, and he didn't know where he got the strength to cry.Ye Weidan pushed his butt up, thinking about what weapons he had, and said, "No, I don't believe it."

"The evidence is right in front of you."

"It has nothing to do with the evidence," Ye Weidan said decisively, "I just hate you for taking it for granted."

The smile of the boy in school uniform froze, and it took a while for him to loosen.

"I can feel the smell on you, don't tell me you're a law-abiding person—"

He was interrupted, Ye Weidan spoke more forcefully:

"Because, I will never allow a brat who is more bearish and more eye-catching than me to appear in front of my brother!"

"... Huh?" The boy in school uniform was stunned.

And Ye Weidan, who found that he couldn't find a better weapon, gritted his teeth and took out the ultimate, strongest, and most uncontrollable weapon from his pocket——

"I'm the worst," he said, holding up what he took out, "Look at the cat!!!"

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Two cats:? ? ?

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Modified the last point at the end, so it was three and 10 minutes late

12/31 Fixed several typos