Chapter 12

The scare value is increased, the role-playing level is improved, and the abilities are unlocked.

[Surrounded: How does it feel to be surrounded by headless people? ]

The headless man disappears in the bar.

Everything was silent.

Leyuan opened his eyes in his residence and suddenly remembered that he had forgotten to search their pockets for the property certificate.

Never mind, it's not a big deal. Without this place to stay, I can just go to the hospital. Hospitals are open 24 hours a day with lights on. I can go to the bank and find the water dispenser for drinking water.

As long as you are willing, there is always a way to survive.

It's just that compared to others, my life is not that good.

It wasn't the first day that he had such a bad time. It didn't matter anymore. How bad could it be?

Even something like the property certificate has been handed over. I can only take care of my other things while the debt collectors are still busy. I hope it’s not too late.

The system prompt card panel has been updated.

Paradise opened the card panel and found an extra block under the card, so he went idle.

The familiar headless man and the crying stick man appeared in front of him, but in an instant, Leyuan felt a burning sensation rising from his head, like a fire burning. His eyes went black and he lay on the ground. After a long time, he got up with his eyes still vaguely black. The system explained that this was because three bodies appeared at the same time and his consciousness could not support it, so he was forced to log off.

The park repeated the experiment and only found the Crying Stick Man. The Crying Stick Man stood in front of him, motionless, tears flowing from under his hat, blood gradually flowing from his smooth white face. The cracked wounds were not like the huge tearing wounds when facing other people, but densely packed tiny marks like the scratches after passing through a cluster of roses.

Blood and tears mixed together, and blood-red tears dripped onto the ground. Le Yuan was stunned as he looked at the crying stick man in front of him.

The crying stick man approached Leyuan silently and gently, as if preparing for a hug. Leyuan shuddered suddenly and came to his senses. He knew what he would do. If it were him, the first thing he would do was only that one thing!

He almost jumped up and held the Crying Stick Man down.

The Crying Stick Man suddenly burst into a loud and deafening cry. Leyuan's body swayed a bit, but he did not fall down. He was still pressing heavily on the Crying Stick Man. The Crying Stick Man was so light that he was almost flattened into a thin piece of paper by the weight of his body. Leyuan could feel that everyone in the whole building had fallen into a coma, and the Crying Stick Man also realized that he could not cry loudly.

It lay on the ground, sobbing softly, shedding even bigger tears, like a child who had suffered a lot of injustice.

Leyuan sighed, and the Crying Mourning Stick Man suddenly turned over and pressed Leyuan to the ground, almost pressing his head into the brazier where paper was burned before. The Crying Mourning Stick Man hesitated for a moment, and Leyuan struggled. The Crying Mourning Stick Man firmly pressed Leyuan to the ground, and Leyuan sighed and closed his eyes.

The Crying Stick Man held a bloody knife, and the tip of the knife stabbed into Leyuan's neck, but Leyuan did not resist at all.

He seemed extremely compliant, too compliant.

The Crying Mourning Stick Man stabbed the knife into Leyuan's neck, sobbing and holding him in his arms, as if he was holding a rotten rag doll that had been abandoned.

The Weeping Stick Man's tears fell into the wounds of the paradise. The wounds were painful and itchy, as if winged insects were drilling into the cracked flesh.

Leyuan touched the knife and handed it to the Crying Stick Man, but the Crying Stick Man refused to take it and just shook his head.

Le Yuan sneered and passed out.

The crying man started wailing loudly.

In the end, Paradise did not die. He woke up on the floor, with a hot black brazier burning beside him. There was a handful of waste paper in the brazier, the door was locked tightly, the windows were closed, and the curtains were drawn tightly, ensuring that no one outside would discover anything inside unless the corpse inside started to stink.

The Weeping Stick Man floated over, extinguished the brazier, knelt beside Leyuan, and hugged him.

The system asked: "What is going on?"

"Nothing," Le Yuan answered calmly, "When I saw myself, there was only one thing I wanted to do the most, and that was to kill myself. If I could die by my own hands, it wouldn't be an injustice."

He even smiled after he finished speaking.

The system could not understand, so it recorded the event in the data and asked, "Do you need help?"

Paradise felt the Weeping Stick Man's cool, smooth skin and rough linen clothes against his neck, which no longer had any scars. He said, "No, thank you."

The system asks: "Do you need to enable voice function for your card?"

Paradise said: "Not for now, thank you."

If he were to speak, Paradise could already guess what he would say to himself. How could a good-for-nothing like you still be alive? Why don't you just die early and suffer? What's the point of living? Let you be so despicable. Those people should all die...

There's nothing much to say.

We'll reconsider this matter when necessary.

In fact, it's not that weird cards can't talk, it's just that there's no need for them to talk, just like a tree doesn't need to talk to the ants under the roots about today's weather, and the clouds in the sky don't need to talk to the paramecium on the bottom of the sea about the world outside the sky. Their weird nature means that their voices are destined to be abnormal, and they almost never speak unless it's to deceive, and this is as it should be.

It's okay to have a normal voice, but most of the time, it's not necessary.

The system reminds: "You don't have enough energy right now. You can't use three bodies at the same time."

"knew."

Paradise answered.

The system seems to be quiet.

The Crying Stick Man let go of Leyuan's body, pushed away the still hot brazier next to him, looked at his face and smiled.

Rakuen didn't like people staring at her face so much, so she hugged the crying stick man again.

The crying man didn't move, as if he was frozen.

Leyuan let go of him and touched his neck. The crying stick man came over nervously and rubbed Leyuan.

Paradise looked at it, somewhat puzzled.

Is it just instinct?

Paradise opened the panel and saw an import on the card head, so he used the import function.

He felt a black screen in front of his eyes and his head began to ache. He felt like a card was torn in half, and his vision gradually became clear.

His severe myopia seems to have improved.

He used the body of the Weeping Stick Man to look at the body of Paradise, and at the same time, he used the body of Paradise to look at the body of the Weeping Stick Man.

The world is much clearer than before.

"The Crying Mourning Stick Man is not nearsighted. Theoretically, the host's eyes will also get better, as if he had no nearsightedness at all."

"If I use the headless man's body..."

"The headless man has no burn scars. Theoretically, the host's scars will also disappear."

"I see."

Paradise looked at the Crying Stick Man, the Crying Stick Man looked at Paradise, they each smiled at themselves and answered.

Paradise opened the panel and ended the role-playing state.

The Crying Stick Man disappeared in front of the paradise in the blink of an eye.

Leyuan took a deep breath, stood up and went to open the window.

He stopped in front of the curtain and suddenly felt that there was no need to open the window. The dark environment was also good, ensuring safety, quietness, warmth and comfort.

What's wrong with that?

have no idea.

I don’t know, there is nothing.

Leyuan sat on the nearest sofa, but was blocked by a piece of the sofa's raised board. He took a cushion from the side, pressed down the raised part of the sofa, and sat down again.

He closed his eyes, feeling the memory of the Crying Stick Man emerging more and more clearly in his mind. He had the memory before, but it was always veiled by a layer of hazy mist, as if he could not see clearly. If he had to think about it, he would feel as if he could not breathe. Now it was not like that. He recalled his experiences as the Crying Stick Man carefully, and that feeling of being unable to breathe disappeared.

It was like a huge stone was lifted from my chest.

He took deep breaths, opened his eyes, and suddenly had the illusion that he had just come back to life.

Hun was sweating all over, his limbs were weak and his body was limp. Leyuan simply lay down on the sofa. The sofa made a clanging sound like a scream, but Leyuan turned a deaf ear to it.

There's a knock at the door.

Leyuan frowned, unable to ignore it any longer. He sighed, sat up from the sofa, and slowly moved towards the door. The knocking on the door was getting louder and louder, as if someone was kicking the door impatiently.

I don't know how long this door can hold up.

Leyuan walked to the door, paused, reached out, grasped the door handle, and opened the door.

Xuan Yexian and her people were standing outside the door, forming a circle and staring at the paradise with eager eyes.

Some people are just mentally ill. Once you believe they are normal, you are bound to fall flat on your face. It's like you think there is a flat road ahead, but in fact, it is not, but a huge pothole. You think you are safe ahead, but in fact, it is a disgusting place that is intact on the surface but so filthy inside that you cannot bear to look at it for a second. You think you are clean ahead, but in fact, every breath you take is radiated. You think you are happy, but in fact, you have taken hallucinogenic mushrooms and are hallucinating. What do you think you are? Trash.

You don't need to be polite to most of the trash, because although they are crazy, they are useless. They have no money, no friends, no likes, no status, and only one life. They can compete with others, but they may not win, and they may not be willing to compare their lives with others. In reality, only these trash can be dealt with by raising your hands.

"What do you think you know?"

"I don't know anything, but you are going to die."

"That is beyond doubt, but you will surely die before me."

"So what? You killed me now!"

"Aren't you afraid of death? No, you are afraid of death, so you tell me this. Are you too courageous?"