Extra: Su's sword never hurts the elderly

Extra: Su's sword never hurts the elderly

After the matter was over, Su Xingyuan completed his studies in the original world and experienced the life of a college student. When he had free time, he went to the next door and diligently searched for scattered body parts.

He took action at the beginning because he felt that the time was about right. Even if his body was blown into ashes, according to the recovery time of his title, it should have been put into pieces by now, and the difficulty of the puzzle would be greatly reduced. It just so happened that Su Xingyuan had nothing to do after the incident, so he did not use automatic navigation and decided to slowly search for the body fragments.

The first thing is a suitable body container.

As we all know, freshly sliced ​​body parts will bleed, and it is not very convenient to carry such things in a backpack. Su Xing originally wanted to make a coffin, which seemed appropriate, but he imagined the scene of walking on the road with a coffin on his back...

“I feel like I could easily be considered a pervert.”

In the funeral home, the black-haired boy thought about it and clapped his hands happily: "Then let's try using the sack first."

"In the final analysis, it's because I don't have enough experience in disposing corpses..."

The funeral home owner swallowed and, with his trembling hands behind his back, pressed 110.

The person who arrived was very quick, but he was not from the police station. The employee of the Investigation Bureau apologized to the boss and said that the kid had not been very smart since he was young and he should be more tolerant. At the same time, he followed the black-haired boy out of the store with a bitter face.

Every time he explained to others that Su Xingyuan was mentally ill, he felt terrified. Saying such things next to the real person really tested one's psychological endurance. But the problem was that in the office at that time, when the director asked Su Xingyuan, "Most people have forgotten you in their superficial memories, so they may not understand your behavior very well, how should our people deal with it?", the other party said very calmly:

"It's very simple. Can't you just say that I'm not smart enough?"

The director stopped talking and observed carefully.

…and was horrified to discover that Su Xing was serious.

It turns out that this method is indeed simple and effective. After all, it is easier to accept that the black-haired boy has mental problems than that he might be a friend who often kills people.

"Why do you want to make a coffin?"

The investigation bureau staff asked in confusion.

After spending a long time with Su Xingyuan, you will find that sometimes he is not very difficult to get along with, and can even be very polite. At the beginning, they were a little scared by the title of "Lord of Hell", but when they really got in touch with him, they found that when he was a college student, his life rhythm was normal and healthy, and he was more like a college student than any other college student.

The employee of the Investigation Bureau was not sure whether being able to perfectly adapt to and play one's role was an advantage, but he felt that Su Xingyuan was naturally gifted in this regard and had no difficulty at all. He didn't even think that the other party was acting. He always had the illusion that Su Xingyuan was really enjoying life.

The murderous lord of hell who saved the world is enjoying life.

The investigation bureau employee stopped thinking.

As expected, Su Xingyuan answered his question about the coffin in a good-tempered manner: "There was a little trouble in the world next door, so I solved the god who caused the trouble."

"However," he spread out his hands and said in a normal tone, "I also exploded into fireworks in the process. Now the time is almost up. I will see if I can retrieve the body parts that are scattered around."

Investigation Bureau employee: “…”

He took an imperceptible step back.

It's not his fault. The information in the other party's words was too shocking, so he couldn't suppress his instincts.

It was also the first time that he heard about what happened in the next world, because there was an unspoken rule throughout the Investigation Bureau, which was that since the matter had been resolved, there was no need to ask any more questions. Since it has no interest in my own business, and I don't know if asking will cause any trouble, it is better to keep silent.

The employees had mixed feelings.

He knew that the person in front of him was indeed young, probably only nineteen this year. But from his casual words, he already knew that the other person had died once for another world that had nothing to do with his own.

To put it nicely, the person will be blown into fireworks, but in fact, he will be killed without a complete body.

"Don't worry, take your time to look for it." The employee was touched and said, "I will report to my superiors and ask the school for leave—"

The black-haired boy smiled with curved eyes: "Thank you. It's up to you then."

The employee of the Investigation Bureau couldn't help but be in a trance for a moment. When Su Xingyuan's figure disappeared in front of him, he remembered that he seemed to have forgotten something.

…

etc. It seemed that because Su Xingyuan had achieved an average speed of 70 kilometers per hour in the campus run, the counselor who was unaware of Su Xingyuan's situation contacted him and considerately asked him whether he had any intention of participating in the Olympics to win glory for the country.

The employee of the Investigation Bureau really wanted to say that Su Xingyuan actually ran at the top, otherwise the result might be declared invalid, but he held back.

Telling the truth to someone who has already forgotten may trigger post-traumatic stress disorder. After weighing the pros and cons, the investigation bureau staff decided to communicate with Su Xingyuan about the issue that normal people would not walk slowly at a pace of 70 kilometers per hour. But when he remembered, Su Xingyuan had already happily started his journey of collecting corpses.

Investigation Bureau employee: “…”

*

In his rare half-dead state and with his body scattered all over the world, Su Xingyuan decided to shoot a vlog for himself as a souvenir.

He casually pulled out a cell phone from his backpack, turned on the camera, and then felt that talking to himself seemed a bit strange.

At this moment, Su Xingyuan remembered the adventure anchor he had seen before.

He had never tried the career of an anchor, and Su Xingyuan suddenly became curious, so he downloaded a live broadcast platform on the spot, registered an account, and spent some time opening the live broadcast room.

There are interactions, new career attempts, and screen recordings. It's perfect.

He didn't care whether there were any spectators at the moment, nor did he care which phone he took out and which network he was connected to. He just walked straight in the direction he vaguely sensed.

*

Zhang Zhao is an ordinary medical student.

It was a rare evening when he had no classes, and his friends who played games with him were all busy. He was a little bored in the dorm, so he casually opened a live streaming platform to see if there was anything interesting.

There was no point in watching several of them in a row, and just when he was about to give up, he saw the name of a live broadcast room.

【Village Corpse】

Zhang Zhao: “…”

What the hell?

If the name sounds rustic, he wouldn't want to look at it, but if it's really rustic, he will go in and see what it's all about. He entered the live broadcast room and found that there were two other people besides him.

It’s not actually very dark outside at this time, but it’s quite pitch dark in the live broadcast room. Zhang Zhao didn't care about it. He just thought that the difference might be caused by the different geographical locations, so he continued reading.

"I sensed that there should be a small leg bone buried in this field."

A young and clean male voice suddenly came from the screen.

Zhang Zhao was stunned. He squinted his eyes and looked carefully. Only then did he see the young outline of the anchor in the darkness. He seemed to be no different from a college student.

To be honest, just by listening to the sound just now, the timbre of that natural state, he felt that it was much more promising for a host to be a sound host than to go exploring in the deep mountains and forests.

As for what it feels like to have a buried leg bone... Could it be that the props were prepared in advance?

The curiosity of wanting to see how fake the props could be stopped Zhang Zhao from leaving.

The anchor in the darkness seemed to be standing still above a field. He didn't use a flashlight, and Zhang Zhao really couldn't understand how he managed to take every step so steadily. He could only attribute it to the fact that he had tried the point beforehand. But when he looked at the place where the anchor might have buried the props in the faint moonlight, he hesitated again.

This piece of land doesn't look like... it doesn't look like there are props buried there in advance, but it feels very solid?

The anchor also seemed to be feeling pretty hard.

So the anchor took out a shovel.

At that moment, Zhang Zhao felt like his eyes were going to be blinded by the light.

...No, who would bring a toy glowing shovel like this when going on an adventure!

And where did you just take it out from? Are you learning magic? How come you are so fast?

Zhang Zhao now began to think that this was a shovel seller.

…Although that shovel looks good, this fancy shovel can really—

“Snack.”

The black-haired anchor casually inserted it.

The spatula cut in as easily as a knife cutting tofu.

Zhang Zhao: “…”

He couldn't help but shudder, and quietly shrank back on the bed, but he still couldn't help but post a comment on the barrage: "This method looks a bit torture."

Steady, accurate and ruthless. It was obviously just digging the soil, so why did it look so much like murder and dumping the body?

But the host's attention was obviously on what was buried under the soil, and he didn't care what the audience posted. He still looked very relaxed as he produced the hard mixture of earth and rock. With the help of the moonlight, Zhang Zhao vaguely saw something.

“…”

Wait.

That's a human leg.

That's definitely a human leg!

That's a human leg that's bleeding!

The black-haired anchor happily picked up the human leg that looked very fresh no matter how you looked at it. In the dim moonlight, scarlet blood flowed down his arm, and on his face, which was not very clear, a happy smile was clearly revealed, as if what he was holding in his hand was not a freshly chopped-off leg, but the lover in his heart.

"What good luck." The young and clean voice said cheerfully, "I thought I would see a piece of bone... but there is still flesh and blood. ... It recovered faster than I thought."

Zhang Zhao: ...Are you some kind of perverted murderer?!

It is no exaggeration to say that although the learning materials he faced all day were very demanding, when he was really faced with an anchor who might have just killed someone and freshly severed limbs, he still trembled all over. That kind of fear could not be contained just by wanting to. He switched pages and wanted to call the police, but just before dialing the number, he hesitated.

...What if he made a wrong judgment?

You can't call the police casually. Maybe it was too dark on the other side and he saw it wrong. The severed leg was just made to look more realistic.

Zhang Zhao calmed himself down and decided to continue reading.

Then he saw the host took out a sack from somewhere, threw the remaining limbs into it skillfully, and tied the sack tightly.

Zhang Zhao: “…”

No, this sense of déjà vu is too strong. He needs to slow down.

"This village should be the one I'm looking for." The host's voice did not show any particular change in emotion: "It's time to go in another direction. Looking at the map, it seems to be about 170 kilometers away... It should take about three hours to get there, right?"

Zhang Zhao again: "..."

How many kilometers did you say? How many hours?

Besides, how are you going to get there? ?

Dude, are you walking at 60 kilometers per hour? !

Wait, his frantic mood paused, and he suddenly felt that this statement sounded damn familiar.

...It seems like someone mentioned this before on the confession wall.

He flipped over the school's confession wall and saw that someone had posted a story about a student from the neighboring school. Specifically, this student achieved a good score of 70 kilometers per hour in the school's fitness running software. Finally, he was picked out during the school inspection. Seeing that his score was outrageous and no cheating was found, the counselor went to chat with him privately, saying that he should go to the Olympics to win glory for the country.

The student: I’ll think about it (sincerely).

counselor:……

At that time, everyone who posted the post was laughing like crazy. Some even asked how the student did it and whether they could teach him how to do it. In the end, they came to the outrageous conclusion that the student might be racing at school every day.

...Could this anchor and that classmate be the same person? Isn’t it such a coincidence?

Zhang Zhao switched back to the live broadcast suspiciously, but found that the host had left the field just as he took a look at the confession wall, and walked through someone else's yard without hesitation along the shortest straight line between two points.

Before he was speechless, he heard someone crying and shouting.

"Run, I let you run again? Luckily I came out tonight and saw you, otherwise I would have let you run away!"

The host obviously heard it too. So he turned around and walked towards the source of the sound.

Zhang Zhao was somewhat suspicious that it was a script until he saw the two people - both were women, but one had black hair and a pretty face that could be vaguely seen in the moonlight, and was rather thin, while the other was a peasant woman who looked to be over fifty years old, who was pulling the woman's hair, trying to pull her back.

That posture... doesn't look like a script at all.

Zhang Zhao's heart skipped a beat.

Human trafficking?

He took a look at the number of people in the live broadcast room. Unconsciously, there were already more than a hundred people. Many people were speaking on the barrage. Regardless of whether it was a script or not, the host quickly stopped them.

The anchor did go over there. He didn't move, but took a step forward and stepped into the moonlight.

It was just a step away, but the abuser seemed to suddenly realize that someone was here. When he turned around and saw the face of the person, the expression on his face became extremely horrified.

[Is the anchor scary?] Why does she have that expression? 】

[Could the anchor also be one of the traffickers? ? 】

[The acting is so fake. He was not noticed when he came so close, but he was discovered as soon as he took a step forward. Is this a martial arts movie?]

[I guess the script is that the woman was just scared and was about to call in the next second, and then the anchor led the abducted girl on a thrilling chase]

But the scenes in the live broadcast far exceeded their imagination.

Because the vicious old woman seemed to have seen some evil spirit, she fell to her knees and said in horror: "Don't kill me, don't kill me! I didn't do it, I was just doing a favor for my neighbor!"

The eyes of the girl she let go suddenly lit up with hope. She gritted her teeth, stood up, and walked away from the peasant woman step by step. The camera seemed to turn and completely excluded her figure from the picture.

The anchor gently said, "Why do you think so? Su's sword never kills old people."

The old woman seemed stunned for a moment.

Before she could let out a sigh of relief, she heard the black-haired anchor leisurely continue to speak:

"Su also has a small knife."

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