It's time, it's time to switch to the cranial doctor

"Yes..." Guan Gou was helpless, and sat back down again, "Teacher."

Although Gou had temporarily left the team, judging from Xue He's actions, the routes of the two sides were most likely to be the same, which coincided with Zhou Zhuo's previous action plan.

For the next period of time, there was no sound of discussion in the bus. The middle-aged businessman and the woman holding the baby did not respond as if they were dead. One was clutching the old pocket watch hanging on Xiang's chest, and the other was staring Looking at the child in his arms, he completely ignored all abnormalities in the outside world.

Finally, at a theater stop, a tall, thin, crippled man on crutches boarded the bus, and Zhou Zhuo knew that his goal was coming.

He was wearing a bone-like Prajna mask with two horns on his head, and a gorgeous costume, with a light green tassel hanging from his exaggerated shawl, like a girl leaning on his shoulders, never separated from each other.

The first time he entered the carriage, the cripple turned his gaze to the snow crane sitting on the right side of the carriage, before Zhou Zhuo had time to make a move, he spoke.

"I have accepted the task of protecting her, so can you please finish this bus quietly?"

"What about my share?"

This person had a stunning appearance, and he didn't look like a talkative master, but Zhou Zhuo was taken aback when he opened his mouth.

"I'm afraid I don't have your share. I can only go out and not in. I'm really sorry."

For the sake of his roommate's future, Zhou Zhuo was tough once when it was not necessary.

"Then do it?"

"Okay, please."

While speaking, the lame man held the handle of the crutch and quietly turned it outward. The passengers in the entire carriage heard a clear clicking sound, as if it was ringing in his own ears.

At this moment, thunder suddenly sounded out of thin air outside the window, and the window of the rear seat was suddenly broken, and the middle-aged businessman sitting in that row stood up with a face full of horror.

Time fell into a slow flow inexplicably. He grabbed the bullet close to his body and threw it aside. Afterwards, everything returned to the original state. He grabbed them all out of thin air and threw them aside.

But the opponent's methods are not limited to this. While the middle-aged man was running away, the lame man limped after him with a cane, but his posture was very smooth, no less than ordinary people, and he quickly came behind the middle-aged man .

"Isn't your target her?!" The middle-aged man who turned his head hastily turned pale with shock.

"But she was saved." The cripple raised his cane and pointed it at the middle-aged man's forehead, revealing a dark hole at the bottom of his palm, "Money and friendship are more powerful weapons than bullets. How about you? Do you have any?"

Before he could speak, the thunder sounded again, but this time it was not in the sky, but in the carriage. The middle-aged man used the previous method again to dig out half of the skull embedded in his forehead, threw it on the ground, turned and fled .

At this time, the bus came to the third last stop, and the next stop was the old church where Zhou Zhuo was going to get off.

The not-so-fast bus stopped quickly, stayed within the white line precisely, and opened the door.

The middle-aged man, with blood on his face and disheveled hair, looked like a ghost, stumbling towards the open back door of the bus.

Only one step away, the gate of the kingdom of heaven seemed to open before his eyes. As long as he stepped out from here, he would see a vast and boundless world. gouged out.

Killing him was the cripple's seemingly ordinary black crutch, but there was another mystery inside the crutch, not only hiding a gun, but also transforming into a strange weapon when needed, decomposing into a large number of wires, Like the tentacles of an octopus, it easily pierces the opponent's defenseless back and cuts off blood vessels.

Zhou Zhuo put down the mirror shard in his hand, and his tone did not conceal his surprise: "I thought you were going to fight me."

"The less trouble, the better."

The cripple grabbed the corpse of the middle-aged man who was about to fall, took the old pocket watch from him, tore off the chain, and put it in his pocket. His body was thrown out of the bus.

From the beginning to the end, the silver-haired old lady Xuehe, who was regarded as the target, didn't move at all. She just lay quietly, as if she was asleep, breathing evenly, so that even Guan Gou who was sitting beside her didn't know what to do. Say something.

There is a passenger waiting for the train on the platform. The other person looks like a low-class hooligan, wearing a black hooded sweater, with ugly tattoos and nails on his face, throwing a handful of cheap springs with no workmanship at all. Knife, thought he was cool.

He is probably also a killer who is going to the old church to join in the fun, his expression is very excited, but as soon as the bus to the old church opened, a corpse without a heart was thrown from behind, he was frightened, and immediately kicked his ass He fell to the ground softly, and the switchblade fell to a far side.

"Do you want to get in the car?" The lame man who appeared from the back door held out his hand to him, "The show is about to begin."

"No, still not!"

The young man in the hoodie shook his head vigorously, tears welling up in his eyes.

"Oh, that would be such a pity."

The lame man withdrew his palm that had been in the air for five seconds, returned to the middle-aged man's previous seat, sat down, the bus closed the door, and continued to drive towards the end of the journey.

There was another thunderclap outside the window, and the gray brain mixed with blood sprinkled on the unbroken car window and the cripple's white bone mask, adding a bit of color.

"This is my weapon." Just when Zhou Zhuo thought the accident was over, the cripple suddenly raised his cane to him, "I call him a masterpiece."

"Very good name, what about you?" Zhou Zhuo closed his eyes and lay lazily, but his hands were always on the broken mirror, ready to strike at any time.

"Me, you can call me Jack, Red Jack, Black Jack, it's all right. The name is just a code, like my weapon, it can be called 'masterpiece' or 'loser', everything depends on me hearts and minds."

The cripple also followed his example and closed his eyes, leaning lazily on the back of the chair, and finished his last sentence.

"But I still like the name - Jack the Ripper."

"Oh." Zhou Zhuo replied, "I remember."

Afterwards, the carriage was extremely quiet, without any gossip, even the talkative Zhou Zhuo seldom remained silent, patiently waiting for the end of the trip to avoid complications.

Ten minutes later, the bus arrived at the penultimate stop of the itinerary, the Old Church.

Chapter 270 First release group: 10②003⑦992 Sharing exchange group 8①39213⑦4 Connecting horizontally and vertically

"I'm getting out of the car."

Zhou Zhuo stood up and extended an invitation to the three passengers in the car: "Do you want to go together?"

Jack put his hands on his chest and bowed in return: "Thank you for the invitation, I am sincerely grateful."

There have been too many abnormal scenes on the bus tonight, but it seems very reasonable to put them in the game.

"No, I'm going to the last stop, the crematorium."

The woman holding the child shook her head in refusal for the first time, and then Jack held her head with a cane.

"Now you don't want to go."

The woman's face became extremely gloomy, but her head was pointed at by the gun, she had no choice but to stand up and get out of the car bitterly.

Zhou Zhuo didn't expect Jack to cooperate so much. It seems that his intention is also in the old church, and there is a high probability that it is not to kill the player, but the priest.

Zhou Zhuo was the second to get off the car, Lin Slowly, Sun Cha and Ma Lou followed behind him, Guan Gou followed the teacher Xuehe, the butcher didn't know what his position was for a while, but finally followed go up.

At this point, their team was about to part ways again temporarily. Zhou Zhuo went with the butcher and mixed into the church. Nearby, look for other players to form a crusade army together.

Zhou Zhuo didn't rush forward to the destination. From the platform, he could see the lonely church at the end of the street. It looked extremely dilapidated, but the front door was cleaned very clean.

The lame Jack stood with him, turned his head to look at the expressionless Xuehe behind him, and asked, "Are you a doctor?"

This sentence shows that Jack stopped not because of the so-called "protection", but because the target recovered from his injuries, and the enemy is outnumbered. It is wise to choose to give up temporarily. Everyone who can stay in this car A good stubble.

"I am." Zhou Zhuo nodded, "Do you need help?"

"I don't need help, but I feel that you want to help, and you don't want me to refuse—" Jack's eyes moved to the backpack behind Zhou Zhuo, "If I refuse, you will use that hammer Break my head off?"

"Of course I will." Zhou Zhuo took out a tone that should be taken for granted, "There are back and forth, this is called politeness, you refused me, I will blow your head off, that's fair."

"Fairness is such a beautiful word, it's hard for me to refuse...haha." Jack chuckled, "So what do you want to help me? If your price is reasonable enough, I can give you some simple employment jobs, You will absolutely love it."

"No, I want this thing."

Zhou Zhuo pointed to the pocket watch in a corner of Jack's pocket. Although he didn't see what happened just now, the man at the end who had no combat power relied on this pocket watch to repeatedly catch the bullets shot into the car from the window. It was obviously time. Special effects like pause.

Jack took out the pocket watch and shook it in front of Zhou Zhuo: "Do you know its value? It's something the employer wants to get by name."

"I know." Zhou Zhuo nodded, "So I also prepared some special gifts in exchange——Before that, I want to ask you one thing."

"The priest is indeed one of my targets, but I don't promise to kill him alone. I have many targets."

He doesn't mind revealing his goal at all, it seems that Jack has full confidence, but that's not what Zhou Zhuo wants to talk about.

"No, I wonder if you intend to enter the confessional."

"Yes." Jack looked into Zhou Zhuo's eyes, "A woman entrusted me to go there to pick up something. I can't tell you about the employer, but I have to admit that you guessed right, and you plan to go there too. ?”

"I have no plans to enter the confessional, but I have an item that will allow you to easily fight against the confessional. At least it is more useful than this pocket watch. Want to see it?"

Jack really showed the professional ethics of a killer-completely ignoring the requirements of his previous employer.

"of course."

Zhou Zhuo took out a special sedative and handed it to Jack: "You can try to inject a small part, it can help you fight against all madness."

In fact, he was still a little worried. Special tranquilizers belonged to the player's professional skills. Two of them would be refreshed in the backpack at the beginning of each instance.

This sedative is not limited to his own use, Zhou Zhuo has given medicine to his teammates many times, but this is the first time that he has sold a medicine to an NPC through a transaction.

In theory, all medicines should work, but what Zhou Zhuo is worried about now is whether the nature of the transaction will reduce the number of tranquilizers by -1.

According to the settings of general online games, the consumables given by talent skills cannot be traded. Even if they can be sold to a grocer, the price must be 0, even worse than scrap products, but Screaming Feast does not limit this.

But out of rational considerations, if there are no restrictions on this infinitely regenerating consumable, can doctors quickly collect gold coins and props by constantly entering and exiting dungeons and selling consumables?

Zhou Zhuo made up his mind that if he was a game designer, he would definitely limit the concept of trading. What you get, you have to lose, even for recoverable consumables.

Of course, as long as you get that pocket watch, it is worth reducing the number of tranquilizers by one. After all, skills can be upgraded, but such powerful and practical items are not encountered every time.

"Tranquilizer? Hope it works to my satisfaction."

Jack guessed the ingredients of this thing at a glance, but the color and concentration of the potion in his hand were somewhat different, which aroused some curiosity in him, so he picked up the injection and inserted it into a vein, injecting a small amount of sedative .

Zhou Zhuo noticed a large number of pinholes on Jack's wrist. This skilled killer is probably a drug addict, but he is confident that he can completely conquer the opponent with a special tranquilizer.

After a while, Jack stopped, his body became stiff, and even his eyes became dull. It took ten seconds to recover.

"The medicine is ten times stronger than I thought... no, it's a hundred times stronger. Where did you get it?"

"This is a medicine prepared by hand, and I don't have any more." Zhou Zhuo lied slightly, "As for the doctor who made this medicine, you definitely don't want to meet her in the clinic."

"You're right, I would never have a private meeting with this kind of person...unless someone can point to his head from behind. The deal is established, it's yours."

Jack took out the pocket watch and handed it directly to Zhou Zhuo.

Judging from the way of putting it in his pocket casually, Jack obviously doesn't care about this small-scale time-slowing prop, or he thinks that even if Zhou Zhuo got the pocket watch, he can take it back by killing people or picking up corpses.

In short, no matter what, Zhou Zhuo did get the pocket watch, and at the same time, a prompt box popped up in front of him.

[Note: Trading behavior will reduce the upper limit of your potion, do you want to continue? 】

Sure enough, as he expected, Zhou Zhuo chose "Yes", and then the prompt disappeared. The number of special tranquilizers in the skill page changed from 2 to 1. The item attribute panel of the pocket watch followed closely, telling Zhou Zhuo his The choice is correct.

[Name: Time Traveler]

[Type: Armor]

[Quality: Trembling]

[Special Effects: ① Time Scroll: Rotate the clockwork, causing the scene within one meter of the current range to fall into a 1% time flow zone. For every second it lasts, 1 sanity points will be consumed. ② Time Storm: Press the button to let the scene within one meter of the current range enter the 50% time flow zone, and consume 200 sanity points for every 1 second. 】

[Conditions of use: Every time it is used, the parts of the pocket watch will be damaged to a certain extent, and it needs regular inspection and maintenance by professionals before it can be used continuously. 】

[Remarks: Time is not on your side! 】

It is indeed a tremor-level armor, the effect is perfect, you can choose the acceleration or deceleration time at will, and the consumption is relatively low, at least in Zhou Zhuo's eyes, it is a completely acceptable existence.

The only problem is that the pocket watch will be damaged every time it is used. It is said that it needs regular inspection and maintenance by professionals before it can be used continuously. I don’t know if the craftsman can repair it.

Zhou Zhuo put away his pocket watch and shook hands with Jack: "A happy transaction—I hope that employer thinks so too."

"He'd better be." Jack knocked on the wall of the syringe, put away the prop, and returned to the topic, "Do you know anything about the confessional?"

The deal between the two parties was based on the plan to explore the church's confessional, but Zhou Zhuo still answered truthfully, shamelessly: "I don't know anything, but the value of this potion is enough to be equivalent to this pocket watch, isn't it?"

"What a disappointing answer, but not unacceptable, so should we part ways?"

While speaking, a group of people had arrived in front of the quiet old church. The door here was not closed, but a gap was opened, but the inside was pitch black, and nothing could be seen, as if even the scarlet moonlight would be swallowed here.

"No." Zhou Zhuo stretched out his hand, his tone passionate, "You came at the right time!"

Jack was obviously stunned for a moment. Although he could hear the literal meaning of this sentence, he always felt that he had hit some kind of inexplicable AOE...

"Do you have any sneaking plans for this church?"

"No, the whole plan is to enter through the main entrance, kill the priest, and then swagger into the confession room to take away the items requested by the employer. I can't deal with you on this matter, because she asked for a high price."

"Then have you ever thought that it would be easier for a recruiter who pretends to be a priest to make a move?"

Zhou Zhuo, Jack's target, looked at the butcher: "Is this middleman trustworthy?"

The other party obviously misunderstood something, but there will be no essential changes. Zhou Zhuo smiled: "Trust is a controllable emotion, and it will definitely appear extra sincere in front of bullets. Are you right?"

Jack stopped in his tracks and raised his cane. The butcher was so numb that he didn't know what to say, but both of them mentioned him, and they had to speak up, so they could only bite the bullet and agree: "You are all here for the entrusted rewards. Yes, I can guarantee you with my life."

"What a good boy, cheers for your honesty, that invaluable quality that keeps your lifeline alive."

"Haha, thank you for your understanding..." The butcher laughed awkwardly.

Jack put down his cane and continued to walk forward: "This is the first time I have cooperated. Few people will take the initiative to invite me to accompany you. You should be mentally prepared for some things."