Chapter 011 The Coming of the Gods (XI)

Kale had already made a promise.

But Dong Jin, who had cut off the right lapel of his shirt, had no intention of sheathing the dagger.

He seemed to be imitating Kale's previous behavior, and just poked the tip of the dagger at the heart of this alien.

When Kale tried his best to restrain himself, and his instinctive desire to attack was still about to come out through his thin shirt, Dong Jin smiled and slightly moved the dagger to the side.

He held the dagger and slowly stroked across his tense muscles, and finally stopped at the second button on Kale's black shirt and said:

"There is also a drop of blood here."

After completing his revenge, he jumped down from the podium.

At the moment of falling from the air, Dong Jin's dark hair accidentally brushed against the fingertips of Kale who was stroking the button with his eyes downcast. In

this fleeting intersection, he calmly and clearly glimpsed the dark golden pupils that suddenly shrank under the latter's half-closed eyelids.

In response, Dong Jin simply turned a blind eye and loosened his right hand, letting the dagger fall into the scabbard on Kale's waist by inertia. Then he held the black umbrella against the ground and walked towards the door of the auditorium without looking back.

Only Kale remained where he was, and no one knew what he was thinking.

And at this moment, covering his hand was the pure gold button that he had accidentally pulled off.

Just before Dong Jin was about to leave the auditorium, Kale spoke in a hoarse voice:

"What kind of blessing will you give after the fireworks show?"

Dong Jin's back, which never turned around, answered him, and a playful and vague: "It depends on who that person is."

When Dong Jin completely walked out of the auditorium and returned to Room 1001, the bullet screen carnival in the exclusive live broadcast room really began.

[Wow, family members, who understands, this is not watching a live broadcast, this is clearly watching a movie! ]

["Demon King" opens, accompanied by explosions, and it seems that the God of Carnival is making a special appearance. And the obscurity/tension hidden under the murderous intent at the end...hiss, hiss, with so many elements gathered together, it must explode and rush to the top of the Seven Universes Overall Ranking? ! ]

[It has already rushed to the first place! With this popularity and the completion of this instance, as long as Dong Jin's final outcome is not so popular, he will definitely be one of the seven MVPs. I'm waiting to see his MVP collection on the big screens of the universes in five days~]

At this moment in room 1001, Dong Jin, who didn't know that he was only one step away from MVP, threw away his red and gold suit and walked straight into the bathroom - he was really a normal person, he didn't like to be soaked in blood, and he couldn't enjoy this blood all over his body.

In fact, if it weren't for maintaining his character, he would have turned around and went back to his room to take a shower as early as when his black suit was soaked. Fortunately,

there are only five and a half days left, and fortunately, his image of not caring about anything has been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Next, as long as he can fool the most enterprising Wu Li, this instance will not be far from being perfectly cleared.

Dong Jin thought so while carefully washing the blood stains on his body.

When he came out of the bathroom again, it was half an hour later.

Just when Dong Jin had blown his hair and was looking at the floor-length mirror at the door and re-tying the bandage on his eyes, his door was suddenly knocked.

The knock was not loud, and he only knocked three times with extreme restraint and courtesy.

Even though the door handle was right next to him, Dong Jin did not open the door immediately - he was thinking about who was so brave to come to him at this point in time.

Wasn't the prestige he had established before enough? Or was someone desperate and ready to kill him by opening the door?

It's less than an hour before the meeting in the auditorium ends. Even if you don't like him, you shouldn't be so impatient, right?

Dong Jin was distracted for a few seconds and finally decided not to think about it anymore. After all, no matter who comes, he will never lose.

So he adjusted his bandages and bathrobe in front of the mirror, and casually pressed the doorknob. But before he was about to open the door, the knocker's footsteps were heard outside the door.

Huh? At this moment, Dong Jin couldn't help but silently put a question mark in his heart.

It was not until he opened the door in confusion and saw the paper bag quietly outside the door that he realized that he was just thinking too much.

Because the paper bag contained a brand new black suit, and the person who knocked on the door just now was just someone who was sent to deliver clothes.

After finding out the other party's purpose, Dong Jin's eyes fell on the suit at hand again.

The overall appearance of this suit looked similar to his previous one, but the color and style of the inner shirt...

Dong Jin looked at the clothes quietly for a while, then sneered and slowly put it on.

The innermost shirt was a deep red, which was exactly the same as the red mark at the corner of his mouth, and the obsidian buttons on the shirt and trousers complemented his long black hair.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this would only be the taste of the strongest alien.

After putting on his shirt and trousers neatly, Dong Jin did not put on the restrictive black vest. He only used his fingertips to adjust the black gemstone cufflinks that came in the paper bag, and then directly put on the outermost long suit jacket, fastening it to his shoulders with the two cufflinks.

After changing into a new look, he casually tied the last black tie, and then showed a cold and reserved smile on his face, which was more and more inhumanly beautiful under the background.

Whether it was provocative or not, Kale's aesthetics was indeed good, and he accepted the suit.

As a thank you gift, at the last moment of this copy, he would wear the clothes He gave and enthusiastically bury Him.

The second day of the fierce afternoon ended.

In the following day and a half, the entire Start City was either calm or full of undercurrents.

Perhaps the explosion in the auditorium had damaged the minds of the villains, and more than half of the survivors believed Dong Jin's lies. So the villains' performance-competing workplace life suddenly began.

If they were still going out alone to install things as before on the afternoon of the second day, at most they would have replaced the bombs with remote-controlled fireworks.

But when they ran into acquaintances from the same hotel for the first time in various locations, these villains began to realize that something was wrong - they had never seen their "colleagues" take the orders of the aliens so seriously before.

At this rate, it’s hard to say who will install the most fireworks in the end.

So on the third day of the dungeon, a group of villains unconsciously changed from freelancers to 996 office workers.

Some were so creative that they went crazy and dug out the bombs they had buried before to save time, and then put their own fireworks in the original pits.

Accompanying this ridiculous atmosphere, half of the rooms in the hotel were gradually empty.

As for the villains who originally lived in those rooms, where did they go? They probably died on the way to bury bombs or fireworks.

The bloody storm inside and outside the hotel could not affect Dongjin.

He still went around the hotel, looked for doors, went out at night, and looked for bombs.

It can be said that he lived a peaceful life just like before.

He even developed a new hobby in this dangerous atmosphere - that is, spending money.

As everyone knows, the owner of the Oma Hotel is a wealthy man who believes in aliens.

So where do these aliens get the money to buy bombs, make bombs, and spend on daily expenses? Of course, it was from this wealthy man. He generously gave the aliens a main card with a very high limit and several secondary cards.

And now this main card naturally fell into the hands of Dong Jin, who was chosen as the leader.

So Dong Jin started a life of buying, buying, and spending without hesitation.

He first bought five suits similar to the ones sent by Carle, which he changed every day, and then bought all kinds of expensive accessories to enhance his style.

After solving his needs for food, clothing, housing and transportation, he began to browse the web every day and then made various online donations.

Even on the afternoon of the fourth day, a quarter of an hour before the second round of tea party, he was still looking at his mobile phone tirelessly.

"Well, this one is sick, donate some."

"Well, this one was hit by a disaster, donate some."

"Well, this one is short of supplies, donate some too."

"This school looks good, donate it."

"Since you are donating to the school, you can't be short of books."

"Don't ask, just donate."

Dong Jin was still swiping his card here, and he had already set his eyes on another library.

Just when he was about to donate another library, the main card with an almost full balance seemed to have reached its limit, and finally the six words "Your balance is insufficient" popped up on his phone.

Dong Jin couldn't help but "tsk" when he saw this, and then finally threw the card away and walked towards the top floor where the tea party was held.

Kale was still waiting for him on the top floor, but this time he was not standing at the corner of the corridor, but leaning against the wall opposite the elevator.

Dong Jin keenly noticed that the other party's gaze stayed on his clothes for a second. Dong Jin, who was wearing his newly bought suit this time, pretended that he didn't notice anything and walked into the suite with the other party.

As soon as he entered the room, all the aliens present cast their eyes towards him.

Dong Jin had expected this scene. He glanced at the double sofa that he had sat on last time and was left empty today. He immediately realized that it was not a big problem and he could still fool around, so he walked over and sat down calmly.

After he and Kale sat down one after another, Wuli, the sheep-headed man who had been patient for a long time, finally couldn't wait to ask:

"Shouldn't you give us an explanation?"

Dong Jin knew in his heart that if the previous disguise had not been too successful, and if Kale beside him had not been too suppressive of them, what was waiting for him today might not be an inquiry, but a siege.

Knowing it in your heart is one thing, and saying it is another.

At this moment, Dong Jin crossed his hands and leaned forward slightly, smiling slowly at a group of aliens not far away and asked:

"What should I explain?"

"...Of course, explain why you want to play such a game! Why let those people bury fireworks! It's only a few days away from blowing up this city, why are you still doing all this nonsense?!" The one who spoke at this time was an alien with a bad temper.

In fact, he could have spoken even more violently and unpleasantly. But somehow, Dong Jin just changed his sitting posture casually, but he inexplicably had the illusion of being frightened. In the end, when the words came to his lips, he turned into the weird and powerless one above.

"So that's what you mean..." Dong Jin's expression remained unchanged in the face of the question, "Didn't I tell you the reason why I did this? Because I wanted to, so I did it. Any problem?"

After the voice fell, the suite was silent.

Everyone knew that Dong Jin was telling the truth, and it was the truth that made it more terrifying. Dong Jin was the second alien they had seen who was so willful that he didn't even want the freedom that was within reach.

Even if he was the first one... Thinking of this, they unconsciously glanced at Kale.

Even the first Kale, who didn't care about freedom, was not as willful and unsociable as Dong Jin.

"That's enough. No matter how much you say today, it's useless. Before you, which alien at this tea party would come up with such a ridiculous suggestion as 'let the evil become the savior'?" "

Just now, the owner of this hotel sent a huge bill of the main card to Wuli, asking him indirectly if something had happened to the hotel. As a result, Wuli took a look and found that except for some luxury consumption, the rest of the bill were all various types of high donations."

"Those are donations, are you serious?"

"Guys like you shouldn't be here at all. No, could you be not an alien at all?"

Such suspicion was also not unexpected to Dong Jin. Or maybe the reason why he had been swiping his card like crazy in the past two days was to make the aliens more suspicious of him, and then directly question him at the tea party.

Only by asking, he would have a reason to dispel their doubts.

So when the alien's suspicion was getting heavier, Dong Jin just picked up a poker with a goblin pattern on it from the table, raised his eyelids and moved his fingers. The flying poker instantly cut off the alien's hand that was pointing at him.

Dong Jin's sudden attack instantly made the aliens at the tea party tense.

Before they decided whether to really take action, Dong Jin stood up and walked towards the alien with a severed hand who was lying on the ground and wailing.

But he didn't even look at the other person, he just walked past him, came to the wall where the poker was stuck, calmly took out the bloody poker and put it back in his pocket.

"What did you ask just now? Oh, by the way, you asked me if I was an alien?"

After taking back the poker, Dong Jin, who passed by the alien on the ground again, finally stopped this time. He even looked at the other person with interest for a few seconds, then leaned over slightly and stretched out his right hand towards the other person, as if to pull the person up from the ground.

The alien on the ground didn't know what Dong Jin was doing. But after hesitating for a while, he was deeply aware of the difference in strength, and finally gritted his teeth to stop wailing, preparing to take the step handed over by the other party.

But just one second before he touched Dong Jin's right hand, his sight suddenly stopped.

——Because at this moment, the blood on Dong Jin's fingertips was blue.

At this time, Dong Jin seemed to have noticed his sight, and also glanced at his right hand.

After seeing this, he couldn't help but say with a little distress: "Alas, I haven't been able to control the strength recently. It seems that I threw the poker too hard just now, and it actually bled." After pretending to be distressed, he asked the other party like a devil's whisper:

"Since you have seen it, then tell me, am I an alien?"

The alien could only smile bitterly and said: "Without a doubt, you are."

Which human in this world has blue blood? Not to mention humans, even the blood of ordinary aliens is red.

Not to mention that Dong Jin's blood is not only blue, but also strangely emits a faint glow.

This is the first time He has seen such blood.

What kind of ridiculous question did He ask before, and how could He think that Dong Jin is not an alien?

Is there any other possibility for such a madman besides an alien?

Dong Jin, who had applied Luminol reagent on his hands early and made it react with blood to produce a faint blue glow, did not pay any more attention to the alien who had not yet stood up after getting the answer he wanted. He walked back to the sofa with satisfaction.

① Just before returning to the sofa and sitting down, he seemed to suddenly remember something and said in a calm voice:

"You are not completely wrong."

"You should have realized the first time you saw me that we are not of the same race at all."

Although Dong Jin said that we are not of the same race, everyone present understood that what he really wanted to say at this moment was:

- We are not of the same level from the beginning to the end.