I received a bounce from a non-existent player

I walked into the Internet cafe, and at a glance I saw a few people surrounded by a row of computers, talking and laughing.

The girl sitting on the far left raised her head and looked around when she heard my footsteps entering the door. When she saw it was me, she became excited, took off her earphones, stood up and waved to me: "Taoist! Here, here."

Seeing me walking towards her, Luohua Mutong turned around with a smile and greeted the other three or four people in the row, "My friends! This is the nun I told you about before."

Those people put down the things in their hands to greet me one after another, among them was the Dunniang whose ID I had seen before with faint eyebrows.I couldn't laugh, I pursed my lips and waved my hand lightly.

As if seeing my abnormality, Luohua Mutong asked me cautiously: "What's the matter, are you too tired from the journey?"

I nodded: "I'm a little tired."

"Thank you for your hard work, coming from such a far place." She rubbed her nose awkwardly, then pointed to the three free computers against the wall, "Then go sit and rest, there are still three free computers over there." What about the seat. We have paid for it, and you can just use it.”

A boy raised his head and complained: "Hasn't Zongge come yet? It's been a few hours—"

"No, I didn't see him send a message or anything. Anyway, we're all in the Internet cafe, let's play first." She reassured her.

Hearing this name, I reacted slightly: "He hasn't come yet."

"Yeah..." She sighed, "I'll take a look at someone. My neck is sore and I haven't seen anyone else. When I left the coffee shop, he told us to wait for him directly at the Internet cafe, but now I didn’t reply to the message, I don’t know where it is.”

"You can play with them." I glanced at the glass door of the internet cafe, "I'll wait for him."

She blinked after hearing this: "Can you?"

"It's okay. Just tired."

Seeing that she happily agreed, sat down and made an appointment to call 55jjc with others, I turned around and walked towards the door.

Did Zongge disappear?I'm not sure.But inexplicably, even if I didn't, I wouldn't be afraid anymore.

I stood alone in front of the glass door, and a trace of coldness from the outside climbed in, numb my nerves that had started to ache.A waiter came to ask me if I would like to sit in the rest area, but I declined.

After some time, I saw a figure.Wrapped in a green military overcoat, he got out of a taxi with a familiar license plate number, and stumbled towards this side from the opposite side of the road. There seemed to be something hidden in the cuffs, and the exposed corner was following his movements under the street lights. The cold light flickered back and forth.

I looked at him coldly.

He couldn't even walk steadily, and he had to take a short rest in the middle of the road after taking two stiff steps.I don't know how many times he raised his head, and when we were only ten meters away, he seemed to see me in the Internet cafe.

He should have seen it, because his expression suddenly twisted, his mouth opened wide and he was yelling desperately, and then his limbs swayed uncoordinatedly, as if he wanted to pounce fiercely from there, but he Even moving is difficult, which of course is useless.

He paused for a final breath, then struggled to push the gun in his sleeve into his hand, raised his hand and pointed the muzzle at me, and showed me an extremely ferocious smile.

"When the coffin was opened, there was no corpse..." I looked at the dark muzzle of the gun indifferently, and just read a sentence softly, and then asked to myself, "Whose corpse is missing?"

As soon as the words fell, his legs broke suddenly, neatly amputated from above the knees.I heard a scream in the distance, and saw his upper body suddenly fell to the ground, behind him was a pair of legs that were still standing on the ground and were beginning to be soaked red by the blood gushing from the fracture.

I looked down at him twisted on the ground without blinking.

His screams stopped suddenly in the middle.A pink severed tongue rolled out of his gaping mouth and spread out on the ground.Blood froth gushed out of his mouth continuously, drowning out the screams indistinctly.

While screaming unrecognizably, he crawled towards me with both hands, but immediately after, his shoulder blades sank visibly to the naked eye, as if someone was viciously pushing the shoulder back and forth on his back, It was crushed to pieces in a short time.The arms under the bloody shoulders could no longer move, only the fingers twitched from time to time.

What happened next happened very quickly.His eyeballs melted into their sockets, and the resulting variegated liquid emitted white smoke, scalding his entire face until it festered and deformed.

He raised his head and yelled in pain, and the only small section of thigh behind him was torn apart from left to right, exceeding the limit of what human beings can do without stopping, until his abdomen was torn in half from the middle , blood and internal organs splashed out from under his body.

The limp hands on the ground were split into countless fine pieces of meat; an exposed intestine wriggled on the ground and was pulled away from his abdominal cavity inch by inch.

I used to think that if I was lucky enough to see the tragic scene of Zong Ge, I would definitely applaud with joy.But I don't.No schadenfreude, no lingering anger, not even basic nausea.

Thanks to him, I've seen scarier scenes than this one.

He... or it, what is it?No matter how many people have been killed, no matter how much he thinks he is unstoppable... until now, he still looks like this.

Finally, facing me, he was lifted up by an invisible force pinching his neck.If he still had eyes, the look in his eyes would be extremely unwilling.

His heart rolled out, and it fell to the ground with a thud, along with a mass of bloody flesh.

I just trembled my eyelids.

He opened his already shapeless mouth, as if he wanted to say something, a taxi galloped over from one side.After a loud noise, he disappeared from my field of vision, and the human tissue on the ground was also crushed into a messy ball.

The guy at the front desk, who was playing games vigorously, finally raised his head after hearing this, and asked me blankly, "What's wrong outside?"

I smiled slightly: "I didn't see it."