Weird Regulator

"Damn it!"

Seeing the tall and thin man's head fall off, Bai Lang's heart skipped a beat, and he opened the iron door and ran out without even a trace of hesitation.

But when I rushed out, it was already a little too late.

He didn't know where he was when he left the door, and the biting coldness in the air didn't matter. What was important was that he found that his neck felt unbalanced and could not bear the weight of his head.

His whole body began to stagger, his steps were messy, and his head became heavier and heavier, as if it might fall off at any time.

Faced with this situation, Bai Lang's thinking was not restricted. In a flash of lightning, he made a bold move - rushed back to the maintenance room.

"Bang!"

As the iron door closed again, the white wolf faced the tall and thin man this time. One with a head was about to fall off, and the other without a head was still counting.

Bai Lang stabilized his mind, controlled his body not to tremble, and pressed his hands on both sides of his head to assist.

When a person is alive, he realizes that his head is about to fall off. I'm afraid no one has experienced this feeling, and naturally it is impossible to describe Bai Lang's mood at this moment.

But his attention began to fall entirely on the tall and thin man, because he only woke up in panic and urgency.

Although the appearance of the tall and thin man in front of him has changed, his identity is exactly the host that the store clerks are looking for.

White Wolf didn't know what the living dead was doing and why his head fell off, but he knew one thing - if he left this place, he would definitely die.

The head falling problem was transmitted from the host to him, and he couldn't stop even escaping from the maintenance room.

It shows that this death curse cannot be solved by the place or manpower.

So if there is a solution, it can only be through the host, the only clue.

After all, Bai Lang is very senior, even though he is not the store manager or deputy store manager.

But putting aside external things, just in terms of personal strength, he can be called the second person in the Ninth Branch today, maybe second to Huang Banxian, and it is only "maybe".

At the critical moment, he managed to steady himself and began to analyze the details of his host.

"One step, two steps, three steps..."

The host, who had lost his head, was still twiddling his fingers, like a primary school student who had just learned arithmetic, silently reciting those words through each finger.

It seems to be counting how many steps it has taken in this low-level, even juvenile way.

When the "seventh step" was counted, the host's body, which had been stiff for a long time, suddenly turned around, turned his back to the white wolf, and started walking forward, walking further and further until he turned behind a row of instruments at the end of his gaze.

Out of sight, Bai Lang stood still and looked as hard as he could. He couldn't see the host clearly, but he could hear the host checking the numbers.

The joint between the head and the neck had become loose, and he found that his cervical vertebrae seemed to have been completely broken. At this moment, the head was still being held up entirely by his hands.

But the strange thing is that even though he suffered such a fatal injury, he did not die. He was even the same as before except for the stiffness.

Bai Lang had some vague suspicions in his mind, but it was not the time to go into details at this time. He paid full attention to the host's every move.

For about a minute and a half, the host circled around the entire maintenance room before returning to the starting point.

And when he returned, the hands began to cross and no longer moved, which meant that it stopped calculating.

Bai Lang thought about something silently, and then saw the host pause for a few seconds, then slowly lean down and grab the head with both hands, and reset it on his neck.

It's absolutely perfect, as if it's never fallen off.

After another connection, the host's status began to change significantly.

It is no longer as dull and rigid as before, but has returned to the calm and confident working field.

He lowered his hands naturally, ignored the white wolf holding the head in front of him, and walked out of the maintenance room as if nothing happened.

As you walk, you can hear it reciting the script for later.

"When the fireworks are over, I need to go on stage again. This time it is important for me to have leaders watching the live broadcast..."

It was not until this moment that Bai Lang discovered that he had never existed in front of the host. This living dead was not a ghost, and was no longer even in the same dimension as him.

And through careful observation in this circle, he also found the steps to understand the method.

This U-turn curse is a cyclical process. You need to go through the journey to this point again and return to the starting point before you can reconnect.

Previously, the host used such a low-level arithmetic method, not because it was stupid enough to even use fingers to check the numbers, but because this method was absolutely infallible.

After getting this, he took a deep breath and loosened his hands, letting his head fall.

The experience brought about by the curse of turning around and not dying made Bai Lang feel no discomfort. He only felt that his neck was a little cold and his mind was a little stagnant.

The movements and thoughts that he used to take for granted in the past have become very slow now, as if he has lost 70% of his intelligence in an instant.

But even if there is only 30% left, it is enough for White Wolf to complete this cycle.

It took him half a minute to repeat every step of landing from the well, turning on the phone, and finally returned to the U-turn point, picked up the head and reattached it.

At this time, it was 20:47. Bai Lang subconsciously moved his head, rubbed his neck and quickly left the maintenance room and ran towards the front.

The bright light of the mobile phone can illuminate a dark corridor with walls on both sides, extending out a passage leading to an unknown place.

But in just half a minute, the host had disappeared from his sight.

In theory, the host is a living dead, but it is no different from a normal person in all aspects, and it is impossible to walk through this passage in half a minute.

Bai Lang fell into a brief thought and finally confirmed his idea.

"The host I saw is not the real body, perhaps it can be regarded as a projection.

This projection is a reproduction of its past experience, which is only triggered at a specific location."

After getting this point, when Bai Lang turned around again, the wise eyes that were incompatible with the fierce face shone brightly in the darkness.

Through the projection experience, it can be known that the real time of the host's death should be in the second half of the fireworks bureau.

That is, before 20.30 when the fireworks ended, and after the last show on 20.27, he was killed in these three minutes.

This is already a huge breakthrough.

Bai Lang looked at the maintenance room with the door open in front of him, suddenly turned his head, and his face began to look wrong.

"With 3 minutes so tight, it should be in the dressing room. Why did it suddenly run to the farthest and most remote maintenance room?"

A dangerous signal was approaching, and Bai Lang's heart began to beat faster involuntarily, and his whole body was tense.

In such a scarce time, what could make a host take the initiative to go to such a remote place?

There is only one answer-it escaped here!

And Bai Lang was trying his best to control his mentality, looking vigilantly at the deep corridor in front of him and slowly retreating to the maintenance room.

He was not timid, and he couldn't be timid.

Because this might be his only chance to skip the process of living dead and death and directly face the real murderer.