Chapter 100 "Witch's Kaleidoscope" 23 Are you sick...

His consciousness gradually disappeared, the desire to kill was spreading, and several terrifying black shadows appeared in front of him, rushing towards him with ferocious faces.

Zhu Ci knew that it was just his illusion.

The surrounding scenes are horrifying, harmless people are turned into ugly monsters, and you are trapped in an illusion, which makes you want to resist. Gradually, you lose the ability to distinguish between illusion and reality, and finally you start killing people.

This method is very common. Zhu Ci has played many horror games. He watched the beast approach him with its sharp claws right in front of him.

The intense feeling of oppression caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.

"Blah!"

The door was suddenly pushed open.

A frantic cry was heard.

"I want you to be buried with me!"

Because the door was open, the smell in the enclosed space dissipated a lot, and the sudden exclamation made Zhu Ci regain some rationality.

His eyes narrowed.

Hong Boyi was holding a knife and was about to stab him.

Zhu Ci looked at him coldly.

Hong Boyi was startled, and the knife in his hand became a little unsteady.

Zhuci grabbed his hand and easily removed his arm.

A scream was heard.

Ding Yuanming arrived just in time. His face turned slightly blue and he looked at them viciously.

"It's all your fault! Why did you betray me!"

Zhu Ci said: "In a society ruled by law, it is better to be more civilized."

In fact, Zhu Ci had such an idea when he knew that Ding Yuanming was afraid that he would call the police.

So before he was kidnapped and his phone was taken away, he opened the chat box, recorded the conversation, and sent it to Shen Qingming, asking him to send it to the police and Hong Boyi's family.

With a rich second-generation like Hong Boyi around, someone will come to rescue us no matter what.

As for Ding Yuanming, his biological father would be in great pain if he knew his true identity, whether he would be brought to justice or not.

The positioning is actually turned on in the mobile phone. No matter whether Ding Yuanming throws it away or sells it, there will always be a place to record his presence.

And what did Ding Yuanming say when he confronted him?

No matter how careful he was, he couldn't get away with it by denying it or pretending to be pitiful. After all, his kidnapping speech would really be recorded.

Very interesting and realistic simulation.

Except for this witchcraft.

Zhu Ci snatched the knife from Hong Boyi's hand and slashed his leg with it.

Since Ding Yuanming has been forced into a desperate situation, he will definitely come back.

"Hahaha, no matter what, you will become a monster that only knows how to kill!" He looked at Zhu Ci with a fierce look on his face, "You are finished. No, we are all finished!"

Hong Boyi cursed: "Crazy! Trash! I won't die with you!"

He was about to run out, but Ding Yuanming caught him and said to Zhuci, "Kill him! Only by killing people can you resolve the current situation."

Zhu Ci stood up. He really wanted to kill someone. Blood was flowing from the place where the knife had cut his leg. If he wanted to stay calm, he would have to stab deeper, and then he would be disabled.

He snorted lightly. Killing people did not conflict with his mission. Why not?

If they want to, then let them do it, anyway...

Zhu Ci picked up the knife in his hand.

The scenes of his childhood flashed back to him, when he lost his parents and went to school alone. The child's malice was so pure that he was also impulsive for a while. But this idea of ​​hating you just because of your background is extremely stupid.

Ding Yuanming and Hong Boyi are essentially the same. If given the opportunity, they will look down on others. They want to pull down those who are better than them, and they want to trample on those who are worse than them.

They value their family background more than others, even though they have better choices. Many people are like this.

The blade in Zhu Ci's hand was still dripping with blood, and under Hong Boyi's horrified gaze, he slowly approached him.

"No, no, Zhuci! If you kill me, my dad will never let you go!"

Ding Yuanming seemed to be feeling increasingly uneasy, with an evil smile on his face.

Zhuci's eyes were a little cloudy, and the sound of sirens was heard not far away.

"Pu Tong!"

"Congratulations! Wake up!"

Suddenly I was knocked to the ground, and the familiar sound made me feel like I was in another world.

Shen Qingming held down Zhuci's hands, turned around and gave Ding Yuanming a cold look.

Ding Yuanming's eyes widened in horror, as if he remembered something. As for Hong Boyi, who was clamped by him, he disappeared directly.

But Ding Yuanming did not do that. The police car behind him took him away, and then he faced the reality that he was most reluctant to face.

This is an illusion, but it is also a very real punishment.

How much Ding Yuanming wanted to be able to step on others under his feet in a dignified manner, even if the means were dishonorable, but the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Who could know what happened in the past?

So what if you are good at studying? It can't compare with having a good family background.

If you don't want to dirty your hands, then just train a fool to do it for you.

After all, it's his honor, isn't it?

But now, he knew clearly that he had no future and his plan would never come true.

But is this his fault? Is his background his fault? Should he just let others trample on him? Even if he took advantage of others, so what? The winner is the king and the loser is the loser.

…

"Zhuci, how are you?"

Zhu Ci closed his eyes, and there was still a bloody scene in front of him.

A voice fell into his ear and told him: "Don't you want to get out? Kill this man, and it will be the end. You can go back."

Yes, in the past, Shen Qingming’s death was just a trivial matter.

He had so foolishly rushed forward to stop the frantic speech and try to awaken his will.

But why would a knife that has been stained with blood mind killing a few people?

"Can I kill you?" Zhu Ci asked.

Shen Qingming held his hand and seemed a little flustered when he heard that. He stared at the blade tightly grasped in Zhu Ci's hand without blinking.

The cold knife stabbed into the ground next to his neck.

"Look, it's almost there." Cold sweat soaked Zhuci's clothes. His eyes were bloodshot. Looking at his masterpiece, he felt a little happy in his heart.

He treated this as a game. Even if there were obstacles, he could still identify other people's vital points.

Zhu Ci reached out his hand and touched the junction between Shen Qingming's neck and the blade. It was indeed just a little bit away from cutting the skin.

His fingers traced over it little by little, but he couldn't help but want to pinch it, and then tighten it.

Shen Qingming seemed to want to resist, but seemed powerless.

"Are you really going to kill me? I'm Shen Qingming." He said with a red face.

Zhu Ci lowered his head and observed for a long time, and the voice in his head became stronger and stronger.

Why can't he kill? Everyone is dead already, so what difference does it make if he kills a dead person?

However, he slowly let go of the other person's neck, and the bandage on his hand drooped down, with veins on the back of his hand clearly visible.

"Tie me up." He gasped with difficulty, the area around his eyes was rosy and gorgeous, and his eye sockets seemed to be filled with a pool of spring water.

Shen Qingming swallowed his saliva, carefully reached out his hand, and touched him: "Really? Tie it up?"

"What else? Do you want to die?"

The bandage on his hand wrapped around his hand again and again, and Zhu Ci didn't know how he got back to the apartment.

The other party seemed to ask for his address.

As time went by, his consciousness gradually returned.

When he was awake, he was lying on the bed with his wrists tied, and he seemed to hear a sound coming from the living room.

Zhu Ci turned over and got out of bed, untying the bandage on his wrist. This was originally his prop.

He found the notebook and turned to the part he had read before, but the rest of the page was completely blank.

"Are you awake? Congratulations." A voice came from outside.

Zhuci did not respond, but took out a knife from the space.

I didn't take the diary out before, otherwise I could leave now.

If nothing unexpected happens, the real ending is that he dies himself, and the others... are already dead.

The sharp blade was aimed at his heart, and Zhu Ci exerted force until the tip of the knife touched the soft skin.

“Bang.”

The door suddenly made a sound as if it could not bear the weight.

The knife in Zhu Ci's hand was snatched away, and he was firmly controlled by the figure that suddenly appeared.

"What's wrong with you, Zhuci?" The voice behind me sounded innocent.

"Should you leave here?" Zhu Ci asked.

Shen Qingming bent his waist slightly and rested his head on his neck: "I'm afraid you will do something stupid again."

Greeting: "Get up, I'm fine."

"Really?"

"Um."

Zhu Ci responded reluctantly. He didn't want to have a conflict with him for the time being. Firstly, he was physically exhausted, and secondly, he might not have a chance of winning if they really fought.

"Then you can't commit suicide again, or I will turn against you."

Zhu Ci looked at Shen Qingming, who seemed to be joking, and spoke in a reproachful tone.

"Really? If you turn against me, don't come into my house again."

Shen Qingming said: "Then I can only buy this place."

Congratulations: "Transformed into a cemetery?"

"...Not impossible." He nodded, as if he had compromised, "I'll cook?"

Zhuci said coldly: "No, you go out now, my parents are coming back."

"oh……"

After the door outside was closed, Zhu Ci took out the knife again, and then he discovered something.

Where is the diary?

Congratulations: "..."

【“Hahahaha, who told the anchor not to turn on the bullet screen? You must be regretting it now.”

"I just reminded him to pay attention to the diary."

"This NPC is interesting. He's not a yandere, is he?"

"Well, I'm just worried that this NPC has memories."】

It was rare for a speech to make such a mistake, and this last diary was the key to his departure.

He made a phone call helplessly and the call was answered immediately.

"Shen Qingming, why did you take my diary?"

There was silence for a while, and then he spoke: "Today is my birthday."

"...Happy birthday." Zhu Ci rubbed his eyebrows. What does this have to do with his birthday?

"Then you kicked me out and left me on the streets."

"Don't you have a home?"

"No money, no taxi fare."

"OK, come back now and give me back the diary."

"Forget it, I'll take a taxi home."

Greetings: "..." He took a deep breath. What? Are you acting like a rogue now?

"If you don't return the diary, I will commit suicide."

So the door of the house opened and closed, and when he saw Shen Qingming again, Zhu Ci frowned and asked, "Where is the diary?"

Shen Qingming handed him the diary: "Sorry, I got the wrong one."

Congratulations: "..."

He snatched the diary, then looked at Shen Qingming deeply, but was surprised to find that his eyes were full of frustration and fear.

What's going on?

"What are you doing?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little scared." Shen Qingming stood there as if he had done something wrong, with his head down, not knowing what to say.

"What are you afraid of?"

"You've tried to kill me many, many, many times. Even if I was willing to be killed by you, you would still choose to commit suicide. Now that you don't kill me this time, are you still going to commit suicide?" The worry and panic in his eyes didn't seem fake.

This cycle may have been going on for a long, long time without Zhuci knowing it.

Zhu Ci opened his diary and sighed, "Don't look at me like that. You should live your life as you did before."

"Before?" The other person's eyes suddenly became sharp.

Zhu Ci was suddenly grabbed by the neck and pressed onto the sofa. Shen Qingming's eyes were crazy: "You ruined it all."

Yes, memories only occupy a small part of this cycle, while pain and hatred are so long.

Zhu Ci looked at him with some pity: "Really? Why not torture me like you did in the beginning? Hmm? You've been trapping me in this fake place forever, what are you afraid of?"

Although he was pinching him, he seemed to be afraid that he would really die, so he did not dare to use too much force.

Zhu Ci stared into his eyes without retreating: "What do you want from me? Have you thought about it? Why don't you just kill me?"

"I know. I will lock you up in a cage for the rest of your life and make you recall your sins over and over again." Shen Qingming's eyes were red and he looked more and more seductive.

Suddenly he let go of Zhuci's neck, stood up, and looked down at him.

"You're right, just get out. This is a cage built specifically for you. No one can get out."

Zhu Ci closed his eyes, but couldn't help but said, "Are you sick?"