Chapter 86 "Witch's Kaleidoscope" 9 Broken Perspective

Zhu Ci suddenly stood up and walked towards the door.

He could actually feel the movement in the afternoon, but he didn't know exactly what happened.

The floor at the door had not been cleaned, leaving behind foul and disgusting marks.

Red and purple crumbs remained on the ground, and it was not difficult to see that they were meat paste.

It is unknown what kind of meat paste it is.

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Meat……

meatball?

Zhu Ci's eyes widened. The taste in his mouth suddenly changed and his stomach felt uncomfortable.

He returned to the restaurant with a grim look on his face and glanced at the food on the table with reluctance.

I don’t know if the cook did it on purpose, but two dishes tonight are made with minced meat, which is chopped very finely, and you can’t tell what it originally looked like.

Zhu Ci looked at the half-eaten meal in front of him, lowered his eyes, and clenched his fingers a little bit.

There was nothing wrong with his body, but he was feeling a little nauseous.

Be sure to leave early.

It was getting darker outside.

The night is the most terrifying. If he doesn’t have enough to eat, how can he survive?

Zhu Ci bit his lip, frowned, picked up the chopsticks, glanced at the red spot on the table, and put the chopsticks down.

In a world of mental pollution, even if you faint from hunger, it doesn't really matter.

He folded his hands and made plans for the evening.

There are two options next. One is to explore this room, solve this small copy, and kill the hunter; the other is to abandon this room and start with other players.

If you choose the first one, Zhu Ci raised his eyes and looked at the other doors.

The refrigerator in the diary was normal, but now the refrigerator is full of strange meat. What's going on with my parents?

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"Tick, tick, tick..." The time passed by the clock suddenly became clear.

A chill came from all around.

The food on the table quickly grew cold and was no longer edible.

Zhu Ci's face turned grim. He stood up quickly with goose bumps all over his body.

cold.

A piece of paper fell from above his head.

Zhu Ci took it subconsciously, took a look at it, and his expression froze.

The rule that was hidden somewhere was found: Rule 8: Good children cannot be picky eaters.

Judging from the handwriting and the paper, it is indeed a regular note, but it is unknown who wrote it and where it was placed.

Instead, this note sounded like someone was dissatisfied with his slow search and was deliberately reminding him.

Zhuci raised his head and looked at the ceiling.

The ceiling seemed to be rotten from excessive water stains, but the edges were beginning to freeze.

The room became like a freezer.

Tears rolled down his cheeks and Zhu Ci suddenly returned to the table.

This copy is really great because you can't show that you have seen him, but you can't make him angry either.

The food on the table disappeared at some point, leaving only a glass of milk and a note underneath the milk.

The other party's intention is very obvious.

Zhu Ci took the glass of milk, as he wasn't full either.

Originally, drinking milk was nothing, and it wasn't worth the other party making a fuss, until Zhu Ci saw the note under the milk.

The flowing handwriting on the note clearly read "There is medicine inside."

Medicine, what medicine?

Zhuci's hanging heart finally died.

The air, which was originally so cold that it gave him goosebumps, suddenly became different to him.

Excited...

What anger? It's excitement.

Zhu Ci finally understood that if the other party could still be angry at noon because he deliberately didn't eat, then at night it was obviously a trap for him. The meal was deliberately prepared like this, leaving traces of the door, making Zhu Ci suspicious and unable to eat, so that the other party had a reason to be angry.

If Zhu Ci doesn't want to be frozen to death, perhaps drinking this glass of milk is the key, but he said the milk contains medicine.

If he had known this, he would not have not finished the meal even if he was disgusted to death.

If it was poison, it would be a quick death, but if it was a drug...

The body in the room, the bear and what will this invisible villain do to him?

Zhu Ci had bought some antidote from the system, and maybe there would be no problem if he drank the antidote mixed with milk.

The whole room began to freeze. Zhu Ci held the antidote in his mouth and drank the milk.

The mellow aroma of the milk had long been frozen and could no longer be felt. Zhu Ci sat on the chair, feeling sleepy.

He couldn't tell whether the drowsiness was a natural consequence or a result of the medication.

The temperature in the room was warming up, and he stood up and walked towards the room.

No, it must be more than that. It's hard to say whether the antidote is effective or not.

There may be a deeper purpose for letting him drink the medicated milk.

Zhu Ci walked quickly towards the bedroom.

The direction was wrong from the beginning. He shouldn't have followed the idea of ​​this copy.

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A tiny sound interrupted his thoughts, and a pale, corpse-spotted hand stretched out from under the bed and suddenly grabbed his ankle.

Congratulations: "..."

He turned his eyes slightly and stepped hard on the hand with his other foot.

There is no screaming, the dead don't feel pain.

Sure enough, this corpse had learned some skills, and no matter how he was tied up, he always had a way to escape.

Zhu Ci stood where he was, watching the "person" slowly crawling out from under the bed.

The night haunter seemed to have been strengthened and become more terrifying, now looking like a complete zombie.

Sharp claws grabbed his trouser legs and cloudy eyes stared at him fiercely.

The benediction did not scream, but a strange sense of tyranny took possession of him.

I really want to...

His eyes were gloomy.

I want to tear off his fingers one by one, pull out every tooth, listen to the sound of bones being crushed, and...

Just like this.

Zhu Ci accurately pinched the thing's open jaw and threw it to the ground.

“Click.”

Two sharp daggers pierced through the corpse's palms and nailed him to the ground.

[“Oh my god, that’s terrible.”

"This thing can't kill me, maybe chopping it up would be better?"

"He's quite handsome! But I feel like the original owner's personality has influenced the host a bit? He looks like a calm murderer."】

Zhu Ci put one foot on the thing's leg, leaned over, put one hand on a knife, and stared at the "person" on the ground with sharp eyes.

A strange scene appeared in his mind, and a clear human face suddenly appeared on the back of the dead man lying on the ground with his back to him.

It seemed to be a bird's-eye view. The other party smiled calmly and said a lot of inexplicable words.

"Kill? ...You killed him...Do you remember?"

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He felt very strange, with many emotions that did not belong to him flooding into his heart.

"Kill them..."

The other person lip-synced, calling slowly and silently, and even though I couldn't hear it, it sounded like he was calling someone else's name.

We must call his soul away and take it to another dimension.

Zhu Ci took a deep breath and stood up, still with an expressionless look on his face, but colder than usual.

The thing on the ground was still stirring, and Zhu Ci gestured with a cold gaze.

Brain, neck, heart.

I just don't know which part is the best way to kill him completely.

Zhu Ci had no intention of showing any mercy to the corpse, but when he decided to take action, his vision went dark, as if something was stopping him.

He put his hand down with regret and had to tie the thing up again using the same trick. It was already night time and probably no one would suddenly come in, so Zhu Ci threw the guy out the door.

Zhu Ci pressed his temple point. The system only said it was an antidote when selling medicine, but did not say what kind of antidote it was. He now seriously suspected that his poison was only half cured.

The game console was still on, and Zhu Ci slowly moved over. No matter what, he couldn't get dizzy.

He needs more time and can't stay here any longer.

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"Is that you? The speech?"

The little man on the screen had already reached the other side, and a sentence zoomed in below attracted Zhuci's attention.

He squinted his eyes hard.

Who is it? Do you know him?

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My head became heavier and heavier, and soon I couldn't stand steadily.

Perhaps soon he would be forced into a deep sleep.

There is still a little time.

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He frowned. The buttons on the handheld game console, in addition to the direction keys, there are many function keys. Now these buttons may be given meanings that they did not have before.

Which one is it?

His fingers hovered over the keys.

As if the pause button had been pressed, his hands dropped powerlessly the next second.

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In a closed equipment room.

"It wasn't me. I didn't kill him. I didn't mean to do it."

"How could this happen? Don't you believe me?"

An invisible person squatted on the ground, holding his head and crying, his hands were covered with blood.

Even though he cried very sadly and his voice was heartbreaking, it was impossible to believe such words, because there was a shiny fruit knife under his feet, and the fruit knife fell into a pool of bright blood.

There was no body to be seen, and no one knew where the blood came from, but it just kept spreading, which was horrifying to the eyes.

Believe it or not?

This question is so boring that people have no interest in answering it.

But the camera zoomed in closer and closer, until it reached the person squatting.

"You don't believe it either?"

A calm voice, in stark contrast to the previous wailing, sounded, making people smell something unusual.

"Yeah, how can a dead person speak? Haha..."

Crazy murmurs were heard, and the person who had lowered his head suddenly raised his head, with a weird and crazy smile on his face.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

A hand pinched my neck, and the pair of beautiful eyes were no longer clear.

Who is “I”?

The person who was pinching my neck was pinching me so hard that his face turned red and his neck became thick. But after he lost the sense of pain, he understood one thing clearly: I was already dead.

Is that so?

If I am dead, then what is this face I see?

and……

My gaze slowly moved upward, over the man's head.

What's going on with all those dense threads? Who is being controlled by others?

No…I am not “me”.

The knife suddenly pierced into the abdomen, and there was only a bone-chilling chill but no pain.

"Everyone... go to hell together."

A pair of scarlet eyes, but filled with fear and sorrow that gave rise to a strange excitement, were deeply imprinted into "my" eyes.

Unfortunately... he was destined to be disappointed. Since he was already a cold corpse, how could I feel even a little bit of heartache and sadness for his unwillingness and pain?

In his shrunken pupils, "I" saw my own eyes open at this moment.

Yes, "I" am awake, but why are you not happy?

I will never be hurt in the slightest by your actions, and I will never leave you again, as long as you stop keeping anything else.

"I" grabbed his hand, feeling my limbs gradually moving, and "I" smiled.

So...those invisible lines...are now under the control of "me". Are you happy?

You should be happy.

Why avoid "me"?

"I" hugged you gently in that narrow corner soaked in blood. Even though the knife is still embedded in my body, I can still feel your body shaking through it.

Fear or happiness?

I am happy.

A kiss that tastes like Bloody Mary, and look at how beautiful your eyes are.

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Open your eyes and look at me... okay?

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Call my name...