Ninety-three

Mist game.

"Squeak--" Soon, the door opened.

The policeman took the lead and drew his gun, entering in a standard tentative posture.

But in fact, he did not open the safety bolt at all, for fear that he would use his only prop by reflex.

Behind him, Changtou and the nurse followed side by side. The graduate student was obviously a little worried. After being patted on the shoulder by Delian, he walked in with a forced smile.

He muttered, "This place looks like a haunted house."

"It does look like it, or rather it is." The nurse looked at the brightly hanging bear head above her head and dodged to the side with a palpitation.

The indoor space is not as big as it looks from the outside. There are messy furs and miscellaneous items piled up, and on both sides are circular stairs leading to the second floor.

The policeman took the lead in kicking away the debris at the entrance of the stairs, so that he would not be left without a place to escape in case of an emergency.

But he did not expect that when he kicked, an extremely foul smell would hit his nose.

A piece of rotten meat of an unknown animal rolled out. The meat had turned green and was dripping with liquid. It was covered with densely packed snow-white maggots.

The smell was very penetrating and soon spread throughout the room.

"Gah!" The graduate student could not help but bend down and vomit twice, "Gah, it's so disgusting! Ouch!"

He suddenly groaned. It turned out that the person next to him, who was pinching his nose tightly, secretly elbowed him.

He whispered secretly, "Don't vomit! If Zhui Zhan steps on your vomit, I won't let you go even if I become a ghost!"

The others were also pale and almost fainted.

The police looked at De Lian reflexively. He remembered that the other party's sense of smell was extremely sharp, even different from that of ordinary people.

Sure enough, the pink-haired young man was leaning against the door at this moment, his face was paler than the wallpaper next to him. Although he didn't pinch his nose, the veins on the back of his hand were bulging.

The nurse pulled out another bandage from his pocket and handed it to De Lian: "Do you want to cover your nose?"

"No, it's no big deal." De Lian's voice was suppressed, and his pupils shrank into vertical pupils in an instant.

He quickly slowed down and took the initiative to walk towards the decaying corpse, his back straight.

The nurse held up the gauze, looking at the pink-haired young man's elegant posture walking in a pile of debris, and inexplicably thought of a sentence - it's better to die with dignity than to live in misery.

It's a sin, how could she think of the boss like that!

"A haunted house with poaching as the background? It's quite novel, but it's better not to be so realistic."

The habitual stealer said: "If it were in reality, I would choose to go shopping within five pounds - Hey! Graduate student, look at what these are!"

He suddenly waved excitedly, motioning everyone to look at the props placed on the table in the corner.

The hunting gun there was completely rusted, and the bottles and jars next to it made it hard not to think of gunpowder.

"Finally, I can use my skills!" The graduate student muttered as his eyes lit up. "My major controls all materials. I didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to practice here..."

Without much hesitation, he walked to the side, compared the labels on the bottles and jars, and began to rub the explosives with his hands.

Others were not idle either. They were looking for clues in this room and thinking about where they would be more suitable to use their remaining two "thefts"...

"The amount of semtex (Semtex explosive) has increased. Are you going to use the brick-sized explosives to hit the butcher later?"

"...Don't shake your hands. What did your teacher teach you? You don't even have this little control?"

"Can you do it? No wonder you are delayed."

Among the people who were not idle, there was one who was particularly busy.

The pink-haired youth's indifferent voice echoed in the room, and the strong pressure in it made people feel cold on their backs and sweat on their foreheads, and they directly dreamed of the scene when they were scolded by their instructor in class.

"Wow..."

The graduate student who was originally very interested in practicing, now had red eyes and almost cried.

Don't look at Lian coldly, it seems that he didn't say anything, but only he who stood closest could feel the disgusted look of the pink-haired youth who wanted to stab him when he made a mistake.

His instructor is not so fierce!

I used to try to smooth things over secretly: "After all, there is pressure from the butcher, so it's inevitable to be nervous... Come to think of it, you know about explosives, but how come you can make them?" "

And Deren, I feel like you seem to be used to this tone."

The police stood at the door and was responsible for watching the wind, while saying: "The type of teaching and guidance - does this remind you of anything?"

The pink-haired young man stood next to the graduate student, rubbing his chin with his thumb, and fell into thought.

"Could it be..." His brows were getting more and more furrowed, and everyone couldn't help but put down what they were doing and pricked up their ears.

"Is I a great magician who teaches people how to make bombs?" Seeing everyone looking at him, the pink-haired young man loosened his frown and a smile appeared on his face.

Everyone: "…………"

Chang staggered and almost fell on the rotten meat, but a newly hatched fly happened to crash into his mouth.

"Mmmmm!!"

The next moment, his tears also burst out.

He never thought that his mouth was so sinful.

The nurse blinked again: "Delian, are you kidding?"

"I was discovered, this time I was joking."

Delian reached out and tugged at the half-dried hair that had swung to the front, and braided it.

He spoke softly and firmly: "My memory is indeed problematic, and this place is restricting me."

His sharp edge was revealed in an instant, and his golden green eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly said:

"When you instilled the concept of 'identity' in me, I couldn't help but believe it and rationalize the supplementary memory."

Everyone subconsciously looked at the old man, who burst into tears and choked up and said: "I really just sighed! I didn't instill!"

God knows how he turned the magician into a magician!

Delian continued: "But the police just pointed out that my personality does have a strong side, which is really strange - I believe your words so naturally, which is contradictory in itself."

"So according to your original personality--" the graduate student said subconsciously, and Delian naturally continued, "I should tie you up and question you first?"

"This was my first reaction after I realized it."

Everyone: "..."

Okay, okay.

What a well-behaved and weak vase beauty, this field has given Delian a disguise.

"You are all fine. I am the only one with limited memory, and the butcher was targeting me at the beginning, which means--"

The pink-haired beauty narrowed her eyes thoughtfully: "Are they afraid of me?"

"No, if they were just afraid of me, they shouldn't have started using such a clumsy trap. This shows that they don't understand my strength either--they should be afraid of the power and organization behind me?" "

It seems that we don't need to worry anymore." A smile appeared on his lotus lips, and he said with great determination:

"Someone outside must be trying to break the situation."

It was rare for the young man to say so much, and although most of it was speculation, everyone's hearts could not help but calm down.

"Then I'll take your good words." The policeman touched his gun and said in a deep voice, "I hope we can all go back alive."

In the cabin in the woods, the butchers who were watching fell into silence.

"...Is he cheating?" Someone took a long time to utter, "How did you guess that? How can you find out so much information just by saying he has a strong personality?"

The others didn't know what to say for a moment.

They were just shocked.

He clearly had no memories, and he didn't even use his superpowers. He was able to outwit the butcher with just his own strength, and even through a few words, he was able to keenly detect the truth that the weird was targeting him.

Unless his muscles and bones are completely broken, he will be a strong man who stands out no matter where he is.

...There are more than one such person in that academy, or even a whole group of them!

It's simply outrageous - outrageous to the extreme!

The butcher's restless heart suddenly cooled down, and he even had a faint intention of retreating.

Do they really want to deal with the people in the college? Can they really deal with the people in the college?

"Fortunately, the blond guy insisted on going in." Someone sighed quietly, causing a group of people to nod.

Almost, they became the ones who died.

It was a close call.

The mist field.

It seemed that everyone wasted a lot of time, but in fact, they spoke and moved at the same time. When they felt the palpitations, only five minutes had passed.

Under the kind eyes of Delian, the graduate student cried and made two self-contained bombs as big as eggs; the habitual thief and the nurse cleaned up the debris piled at the entrance of the stairs.

They went up to the second floor and found that the window leading to the outside was sealed, so they had to use explosives to blow it up first.

"Anyway, the butcher is coming soon." The police whispered, "After the balcony window on the second floor is blown up, if we can't find the door, we will run to the left and right stairs separately according to the butcher's position..."

The police gave instructions, and for a moment, he was still a little worried.

The butcher should have another chance to use his ability and set traps - when does he plan to use it?

Everyone nodded.

They walked to the second floor of the haunted house. The unlit stairs were very long and covered with sticky things. When they stepped on them, they slipped a little.

"Click!" When they reached a position, the lights on the first floor suddenly went out, and the whole scene fell into pitch-black darkness.

The nurse gave a short exclamation, but quickly suppressed it.

"Don't be nervous." The policeman said nervously, "I still have a gun!"

The sound of an electric saw was faintly heard from behind, which made people's scalps numb.

"Delian, you are responsible for throwing away the explosives." The graduate student heard a sigh from the young man next to him, his voice trembled, and he subconsciously asked for help, "It's too dark here, I'm afraid I'll throw it the wrong way."

"Okay." The young man's voice was still gentle and steady, "Then give it to me."

"Where is your hand, I'll pass it to you..."

The graduate student said as he rubbed his hand and passed it over -

"Pop!" A breeze suddenly blew in front of him, and the graduate student only felt a pain in his wrist, and the two bombs were taken away from another direction.

The graduate student was halfway through his words when he suddenly got stuck in his throat.

The next moment, a fire exploded in front of him, and the explosion blew open the sealed balcony window, and light poured in.

Everyone was thrown out by the blast wave and hit the wall, feeling pain all over their bodies and almost vomiting blood.

And in this extremely dim light, a figure moved lightly.

De Lian retreated with the blast wave, but before others could react, he stood up and kicked.

Boom! There was a loud noise, and it seemed that something fell downstairs.

"Keep calm!" The police shouted in the chaos.

The sound of the electric saw suddenly disappeared, accompanied by a very penetrating bell ringing.

"Ding!"

There seemed to be a gust of wind blowing in from the window that had just been broken. Indistinctly, people saw Delian's calm profile.

He leaned against the wall, reached out to wipe off the blood on his face from the cuts caused by the fragments, and looked down coldly.

A large gap was broken in the railing.

The moment the bell rang, the police broke out in a cold sweat on their backs. This meant that the butcher had used his ability for the third time and it was triggered!

He had actually been hiding beside them for a long time, and even used the sound of the electric saw to mislead them, making them mistakenly think that the butcher was still on his way.

So that's it! In a flash, the police figured out the butcher's third "trap".

This was another naked trap for Delian!

After getting off the roller coaster, Deren revealed his special sense of smell, so the butcher placed a lot of rotten meat in the haunted house to destroy Deren's sense of smell.

The closed indoor environment and the sudden failure of the lights were to make everything fall into darkness.

The butcher wanted to use Deren's voice to induce the graduate student to hand over the bomb to him when everyone was most relaxed.

If Delian hadn't reacted quickly, snatched the bomb from the graduate student's hand and detonated it.

He then kicked the butcher beside him, then they would have been wiped out again!

The policeman was panting, his pupils constantly shrinking because of the shock. The life-or-death situation made his adrenaline secrete crazily, but he couldn't figure it out -

how did Delian judge the location of everyone so accurately in the dark and with his sense of smell completely ineffective?

What exactly is his superpower!

Buzz! This time the sound of the electric saw sounded very quickly, followed by the butcher's crazy voice, and he also fell into the same doubtful life as the policeman.

"Why!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, "Why can you still see me in this environment!"

The stairs that are difficult for most people to walk up are as easy as walking on flat ground for the butcher who has strengthened his physical fitness.

In just two or three seconds, the butcher rushed up from the first floor again!

He completely ignored the other survivors and rushed towards Delian with the electric saw.

The electric saw scraped past the wooden frame door, making a very teeth-grinding shriek. Delian quickly retreated, and with his extremely flexible waist, he dodged the horizontal sweep of the electric saw.

His voice was still calm as he commanded, "Tear down the window."

"You go, I'll cover you."

"You'll die!" The butcher's expression became more and more crazy. He never thought that the perfect trap he designed could not even force out Delian's supernatural power.

Buzz! The electric saw started again.

The people who were hit by the aftermath of the explosion came back to their senses. The police shouted hurriedly, "My gun is for you!"

He reached out to touch his waist, but touched nothing. Before he could feel fear, he heard Delian's tone, "I've got it."

Police: "!!!" When did you touch it!

Are you a thief or that one?

Zhen Yituo used his conscious ability to "steal" the butcher's electric saw, but failed twice in a row.

He finally stole two saw teeth from the electric saw.

"What the hell is this!" Holding the hot saw teeth, Yituo said in despair.

"Break the wall!" The graduate student grabbed a saw tooth, and before he could say anything, he suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

He was too close to the explosion just now, and his back was hit by the roller coaster. He didn't faint at this moment because of his strong will.

But how could he fall here?

The graduate student pinched the bloody saw teeth, and madness appeared in his eyes.

"My thesis, cough, cough, no one can stop me!"

"Hey!" Intou's face changed, and he supported the man who fell down, "Don't die here!"

"Treat him!" He finally remembered the nurse and shouted hurriedly.

"Don't!" The researcher grabbed Intou's collar tightly, and said vaguely with blood in his mouth, "Delian will use it later..."

"He can't die..."

The nurse suddenly stopped using her ability.

The policeman used his elbow to hit the window that was half broken by the bomb, and vaguely saw the golden door outside the high wall.

"Hold on a little longer--"

When the policeman was halfway through his words, everyone on the scene suddenly felt an extremely cold and dense pressure.

"No, nurse, you treat him." He suddenly changed his words.

This pressure was different from the butcher's madness and bloodiness. Instead, it was like dragging people into the deep sea, a suffocating pressure.

——Delian is going to get serious.

At this moment, everyone thought of the same thing.

The young man hooked one foot on the railing on the second floor, hanging upside down in the air, and his long hair narrowly brushed against the electric saw.

His golden-green pupils had completely turned into snake pupils, and scales were faintly visible on his neck.

In the pitch-black environment on the first floor, those eyes still clearly locked onto the butcher's position.

——Night vision.

Snakes have poor eyesight and can rarely see things more than one meter away, but his sense of smell is excellent and his night vision is extremely strong.

This is his innate talent.

Silently, the young man exerted force on his waist, and his seemingly thin waist easily moved his whole body.

When the butcher raised his electric saw and raised his hand, the bloody electric saw stained with meat almost brushed against his cheek -

"Bang!" A deafening gunshot rang out.

The next moment, the butcher screamed extremely miserably, and he was forced to hunch over, and the electric saw was inserted into the floor.

Delian shot him at close range, directly breaking his right arm.

"Are you weird?" Still hanging upside down on the railing, the pink-haired young man's expression was calm, and he said to himself, "Not likely."

It was because of this judgment that he did not kill him with a single shot.

"Ahhhh!" The butcher's face was distorted after tasting the severe pain. He looked at Delian with hatred without saying a word.

No matter how many chances he had before, his chance of getting out alive was slim.

Even if he was not killed by Delian, he would be deprived of his ability and become one of the survivors if he did not deal with all the survivors.

For the butcher who had enjoyed the pleasure of killing, this was simply more terrifying than killing him!

Without hesitation, the butcher pulled out the electric saw with all his strength and threw it at Delian. Unexpectedly,

the pink-haired young man was faster. He threw the empty pistol aside, took out the bomb that was stored close to his body, and threw it at the butcher without hesitation!

"Mad man..."

The butcher who saw this scene only had time to gasp for the last time. He was trembling, and he couldn't understand why someone would store such a crudely made and unstable bomb close to his body!

Is he not afraid of death?

"Boom!"

The bomb fell on the butcher, and the collision suddenly produced a violent explosion!

The young man tightened his calves and exerted force on his waist and abdomen. Under the reflection of the orange-red firelight, he flipped back to the second floor lightly with the thrust generated by the explosion.

He patted the dusty pink hair ends, and the braid he had just casually braided was burnt a little.

Facing the complicated eyes of the last policeman, Delian raised his eyes, and a smile flashed across the corner of his mouth like a lonely bird.

He blinked and said, "Just right, my hair is dry."

"... Let's go." The police looked at the pair of snake eyes that had not yet returned to normal, and was still a little dazed.

He leaned against the window in a wolfish manner and looked at the open door outside. He just hid the shock in his heart and regarded this as a chance encounter with a teammate.

...Even if Delian has lost his memory, sometimes the distance between people is still as deep as a ravine.

On the other side of the high wall, none of the three people who had already gone out left first, but raised their heads and waited for them.

Seeing the two people show up, they breathed a sigh of relief.

"I knew that Delian would not fail." The nurse snorted, "Do you want you to leave the treatment to him?"

The graduate student said with a bitter face: "I was thinking, if I have to enter the game again next time... how can we curry favor with him?"

Everyone was speechless. This is really a good question.

But no matter what, they are relaxed at the moment.

"Ding--!" Another bell rang.

"Ding Ding Ding!" Then there were several more rings.

Everyone subconsciously raised their heads and looked at the clock in the sky. They

saw that the clock, which was originally slowly counting down in reverse, was spinning forward crazily for some reason, as if it was stuck with a bug, which looked weird and terrifying.

The world around them suddenly began to distort, and the buzzing sound of the electric saw appeared from time to time.

"What's going on!" The police turned around in shock.

The pink-haired young man was wiping the dust off his face with the cloth inside his sleeve, his movements were graceful and neither fast nor slow. He turned his head calmly and glanced at the stairwell.

"It's impossible for an ordinary person to survive such a close-range explosion."

He sneered and said in a cold tone: "Unless, this thing is targeting me again."

[An error has been detected in the game copy, and it is being repaired. The repair failed... Waiting for restart...]

The cold mechanical sound rang in the mind.

The people who had just relaxed their minds turned pale.

The graduate student leaned against the nurse who was a head shorter than him, and looked like he would faint in the next second.

The player was not surprised at all - it would be strange if Weird let him go so easily.

[Have you detected the fluctuation of the evil god fragment?] He asked.

System: [It may or may not be there, but it must be there, and it is hidden very deeply.]

[Very good.] The player sneered in his heart, [So it was "that person" who gave the academy a big gift?]

He is going to hold a grudge.

Even if it was Lu Xi who was in contact with the evil god, and Lu Xi apparently defected from the academy, but - players never talk about the cause and effect when they hold a grudge.

System: [……]

Evil god, goodbye.

You said you were fine, and Lu Xi didn't ask you to do anything, so why did you attack the academy?

The sky, which was originally picturesque at sunset, became gloomy, and suddenly dark clouds gathered, and there seemed to be bursts of thunder.

The survivors were horrified to find that they seemed to be trapped in gel, and except for consciousness, there was no part of their body that could move.

[Game fusion, update progress 1%, 2%...]

The light gate that represents the clearance gradually moved away and disappeared in the buildings that were built as if by a miracle.

'Very good, now there is no need to consider the problem of clinging to thighs.' Habitual secretly stared at the pink-haired young man standing by the window.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be happy or sad...

On the other side, the butcher's announcement was refreshed again.

[It was detected that Butcher No. 03 was seriously injured and dying. Out of humanitarian principles, another Butcher will be selected to fill in. The winner will get...]

Waiting in the cabin in the forest, seeing the scene of De Lian's almost crushing counterattack, the butchers: Silence.jpg

Damn humanitarianism!

"You go."

"You go, you go, I'm not strong enough."

"Who said that the people in the academy are easy to deal with? Stand up yourself."

[One minute countdown, if no one is available, the system will randomly designate! ]

Anyone can hear that this weird game is getting angry.

Everyone looked at each other and made the last struggle.

The restart progress rules on the survivors' side: [Game fusion, update progress 98%, 99%, 99%, 99%...]

Give it a quickie! Everyone looked at the progress bar that died at 99%, and collapsed to the extreme.

Why do we have to feel the pain of the game update being stuck after entering the weird dungeon!

And in a corner where no one on both sides cares.

The blond man who had loaded the reading bar and entered the dungeon, but was forced to fill in for his teammate because of the death of Butcher No. 03, was now stuck in the air.

Ford flapped his big chicken wings, lowered his head and looked eagerly, trying to see the figure through the clouds -

the rain wet his face, and even his wings were heavy.

After a long time...

"Administrator! Administrator, are you there!"

"I won't call you an idiot, let me down first!"

"It's very cold up there!"

Believe me, I don't mean to cue a bug game!

Update early today, twenty red envelopes, muah!