The world wants to kill the host

As the saying goes, if you do too many bad things, you will be punished.

It's a pity that what Qiao Luo suffered was not retribution, but time travel.

Qiao Luo probably never imagined that she would travel back to the previous world. When she found that the TV in front of her was playing the latest FBI perpetrator notification, Qiao Luo was still a little dazed, but she quickly realized that she was careless. Lying on the bed in the hotel watching Agent Hodge's speech.

"Bible, body information." Qiao Luo groped lazily in his suit, and unsurprisingly, he took out a silver cigarette clip, took out the lighter next to him and lit a cigarette.

This seems to be a residual habit of this body, but Qiao Luo also expressed that he doesn't care.

She turned off the TV, and only the mechanical sound of the system played in her mind.

"Name: Qiao Luo, Chinese-English mixed race, male, weight 56 ​​kg, age: 23 years old, no criminal record, sexual orientation...Host, he is gay."

Qiao Luo froze for a moment, raised his eyebrows, and signaled to continue.

"As far as the chat information in his cell phone is concerned, this is still a virgin. According to the data analysis, this body originally wanted to open/bud today, to have a carefree and extreme one-night stand, but the alcohol picked up allergies, leading to death."

"In terms of time, his one-night stand hasn't come yet, host, it's better for you to leave early." The tone of the Bible is subtle, with an unobvious weirdness.

Clearly a mockery of Qiao Luo now being a soon-to-be gay guy.

Qiao Luo walked beside the ashtray indifferently, shaking his cigarette, and exhaled a cloud of gray mist.

After pouring another glass of water, the man in the mirror was still pale.

After all, this is a body that has just died, and Qiao Luo felt convulsed by the newly reactivated body functions, and even the exhaled breath seemed to be cold, which was really uncomfortable.

Qiao Luo straightened his suit, took his wallet and strode across the glass door of the hotel, and stopped a taxi.

The man opened the car door and sat in, closing his eyes and meditating.

"Go to New York Central Hospital."

The car was moving forward at a high speed, and the scenery on the roadside seemed to be on a whim.

High-rise buildings flew by in an instant.

Qiao Luo smelled a strange smell on the tip of her nose. She seemed to want to wake up, but she couldn't do it. After all, this body was extremely weak.

After a thought skipped a beat, the man gave up.

He's always been so unlucky anyway.

Qiao Luo calmed down.

I felt groggy all the way, without the performance of sleeping like a dead pig in TV dramas.

When Qiao Luo woke up again, there was darkness in front of him, with a faint light shining through, and he blinked, the cloth on his face felt uncomfortable.

But Qiao Luo didn't care, he didn't make a sound, the chair was a simple wooden bench, but with a small back, Qiao Luo adjusted the position, her head was full of pain, she continued to sleep with her head up.

It's quiet around.

The shimmering red monitor next to him kept beating, and it was fixed on Qiao Luo who had disappeared.

The man in black behind the surveillance head stared intently at the video screen in front of him.

Time passed by, but the kidnapper was obviously very patient. Qiao Luo's obvious movement allowed him to see Qiao Luo's awakening. He raised a smile on the corner of his mouth and waited for the man to scream, but Qiao Luo didn't let out a sound. There was no movement.

Maybe he just didn't notice, he thought, but the kidnapper's smile was gone.

Has the medicine worked?The man in black frowned.

No, [he] woke up at this point. The kidnapper's eyes were gloomy. He pulled up the shovel next to him and tapped the water pipes along the way.

Qiao Luo frowned, she stood up, and looked to the left following the voice, she felt the figure in front of her.

"Who are you?" Qiao Luo asked bluntly, without any panic.

"Did you forget me?" the man opened his mouth, his voice was full of fanaticism and depression, he pushed Qiao Luo on a movable wheelchair and walked along the road, his shovel was still beating, just More regular.

After a while, he came to an iron gate.

Qiao Luo's blindfold was gently undone.

Yes, softly, as if a lover treated tenderly is attending a holy wedding.

"Jorella."

He pronounced another name.

The light was dazzling, Qiao Luo's eyes closed for a moment, and after opening, there was a strange fragrance, very similar to the smell Qiao Luo smelt in the car.

However, it was obviously different, the smell was very familiar, Qiao Luo looked at the sea of ​​flowers in front of him.

The color is like blood, the petals stretch out brightly, bloom beautifully, and a strange smell spreads.

This time Qiao Luo remembered, that strange smell.

That was—the stench of corpses.

Qiao Luo shook his head helplessly in his heart, he was so old and useless, he had to think about this taste for a long time before he could figure it out, did he really lose his nerve after staying in Meteor Street for a long time?

A large area of ​​poppies are blooming, like a beautiful woman, gorgeous and gorgeous at a glance.

"Jorella, you said that you like bright colors the most," the black man's appearance was fully displayed. He was a very, at least from the eyes of normal people, a thin body, which was more pale than Qiao Luo's current face. Than this buddy is like a vampire.

"Are you happy?" His voice was low.

Qiao Luo smiled: "Of course," the next second turned around: "—not happy."

But the man didn't lose his temper. He looked at Qiao Luo sadly, causing Qiao Luo to frown. Does this man tremble?

But soon, Qiao Luo glanced over slightly, looked at the man with a half-smile, and said frivolously, "Hey, what's your name?"

The man's indifferent appearance made the man's pupils shrink, his brows and eyes were obsessed, his light gray eyes looked at the handsome and thin man in the wheelchair, he seemed to be confused, and his tone was gentle: "Jorella, my name is Seth, Seth Miller , Jorilla, remember?"

"Did you say you remembered? Seth," Qiao Luo asked with gentle eyebrows.

"Untie my hands, Seth," Jolo said, "I want a mousse cake."

"Okay, Joe."

But the next second was interrupted by Qiao Luo blankly: "Who allowed you to call me like that?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, Jorella." Seth bowed his head, looking down like the best slave.

Qiao Luo lowered his eyes slightly, propping his chin with his hand, alas, his identity was reversed.

But, "What the hell is this place?" Even the poppies are grown in greenhouses without sunlight.

"Private basement." The system replied abruptly.

"I'm back," Qiao Luo took out another cigarette from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth.The mobile phone and watch were all taken away, but the cigarette was still there.

"He's by himself?" Qiao Luo raised his eyebrows.

"No," the system replied: "He and one of his partners."

"Killed by him?" Qiao Luo flicked a cigarette.

"Well, it is currently speculated that the reason is an attempted courtship." The system continued: "Seth Miller, 32 years old, has a cowardly personality and strong dependence. He was abused by his adoptive mother when he was a child, and his lack of love led to serious extreme personality.

Because of his high IQ and taciturnity, he was hired by the male owner here, but he fell in love with him, and then plucked up the courage to confess, but was mercilessly rejected, so he killed the male owner, but his mind automatically hooked up that the male owner bought it before being killed. The pattern of things, and then keep looking for doubles to kill. "

"Then which one am I?" Qiao Luo asked against the wall.

"the seventh."

Qiao Luo whistled, "Good number." He spit out a mouthful of white mist, looked at the poppies all over the ground, crushed the cigarette butt in his hand, turned on the fire and threw it into the flowers behind.

Flames flickered.

Open the door, walk in the huge basement like a real master, put your hands in your pockets, and kick open the closed iron door at the end.

Seth was taking the mousse cake inside. Seeing Qiao Luo's surprised face, he smiled softly: "Jorella, what's the matter, I'm preparing it."

Qiao Luo closed the door with his foot, and leaned against the door casually: "Chorella?"

"No, no, no," Qiao Luo waved his slender index finger, "My name is not Qiao Ruila, cutie."

Seth's face contorted for an instant.

"Baby Seth, you're so dirty, I don't like you."

Ruthless words are like a knife cutting through a man's heart.

The man's whole body trembled, and the memory repeated itself

Chorila said to him indifferently: "Seth, you are so dirty, it makes me sick."

"I'm dirty!? Where am I dirty!" Seth yelled like a lunatic who had uncovered his skin: "I bathe with your favorite flower every day! I eat your favorite food, and I never eat the food you hate. Touch, my whole body is clean!"

"I love you so much! I love you!"

"Chorella, I love you." Seth said devoutly to the black-haired man leaning against the door and looking at him coldly.

"Seth," Qiao Luo narrowed his eyes and smiled, "the poppies are on fire."

"It smells so good." The black-haired man's eyes were as beautiful as the ocean.

Seth froze for a moment, and the next moment his complexion was as pale as paper, as if he was on the verge of falling.

"Jorella..."

"My Jorella!!!"

Seth pushed Qiao Luo away who was blocking the door, and rushed out.

"Host, why are you doing this?" the system asked after a moment of silence.

Qiao Luo smiled: "Help him out."

than an endless cycle of pain,

Death is the best relief.

Qiao Luo sat inside for a long time, until the FBI personnel broke into the door as before. Seeing the victim Qiao Luo sitting on the stool eating mousse cake with a face full of astonishment, Qiao Luo searched hard and saw the most familiar Little Reid smiled and waved to him, causing the FBI staff to look at each other.

Rhett seems to have matured a lot, and he has changed into a cute new hairstyle and turned into a handsome boy, but he still has a familiar student air about him, but he seems more gentle.

Reid put away his gun and walked over suspiciously: "Sir, are you okay?"

"How can I have something to do." Qiao Luo smiled heartlessly: "Long time no see, little doctor."

Agent Ross raised his eyebrows, Hodge looked at the black-haired and blue-eyed oriental man in front of him, and a strange sense of familiarity swept over his body.

Rhett frowned: "We don't seem to have met."

Qiao Luo blinked, and pressed the body as if it was coming.

"Forget it," Qiao Luo stood up and lost interest, pointing to the door on the left: "You have to find someone there."

Rose carefully walked over and smelled it, and frowned: "What the hell smell? Big/hempy smell?"

And the stench of corpses.

"I advise you not to go in," Qiao Luo lit the third cigarette, and took a slight puff. Although the taste was not very good, it relieved the addiction. , kindly reminded: "If you don't go out, this place will be bombed."

"All the underground structures here are sealed. Just now you came in and opened the air flow. There is a fire inside, and there is natural gas in the pipeline, ladies." The black-haired man picked up the shovel thrown by Seth and lightly hit it on the ground. There was a harsh noise from the straight iron pipe next to it.

"It's going to explode dear." Qiao Luo said casually.

The FBI agent turned pale, and Qiao Luo laughed.

The man's face flickered in the smoke, as if the life and death of the people in front of him were not as good as a cheap cigarette in his hand.The blue pupils are full of mist, and it seems that there is a lonely appearance, and the moment it hangs down, it turns into a stream of light and dissipates.

"System, how about I create a body for you in the next world?"

Hearing the screaming in her ears, she felt a cramping pain in her abdomen until she fell down under Rhett's astonished gaze.

"Are you---Jolo?"

The author has something to say:

I don't even know what I'm writing... I'm so desperate, I've been crazy about the cover all morning, and I have nothing to love.

Woohoo, the contract was rejected, life is hopeless.

Meitu Xiuxiu has pitfalls, and I am so mad.

Jiyouwen tweeted: "The heroine of the wild always wants to kill the way of heaven", but the author shows that it is me, so let me count it as a smart score.

As for this chapter... just read it casually, I'm so tired.