Chapter 399

The evil man leaned against the invisible wall of [Magic Space], an invisible prop, lit a cigarette for himself with the barrel of the gun that had not dissipated the heat, and lowered his head to his lungs Taking a deep breath, he suddenly said, "You haven't escaped from the first world line, and the situation on the second world line is still okay?"

He bit the cigarette holder and paused: "Is Su Chou still alive?"

"It's alive." Tang Yu replied, and he was quiet for a while, "There is no destructive copy in the real world, and everything is passable."

The person on the other side was silent for a while, then sneered: "It's been so many times, you finally did it."

"Good job, how to do it, give me guidance?"

Tang Yu slowly clenched the barrel of the gun hanging by his thigh, and opened his mouth to say something, but before he could open his mouth, the man opposite him glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw Tang Yu shaking. There was a pattern on the silver handle in his hand, he turned his head and paused, his eyes suddenly changed.

He raised his head slowly, and his blue eyes showed a questioning and killing intent as if he was torturing a prisoner: "The pattern on the handle of your gun, why did it become a wandering circus?" Group pattern?"

Without waiting for Tang Yuda to answer, he got up and approached Tang Jida, pulled out the gun stuck in his waist belt and pointed it at Tang Jida without hesitation, the violence in his eyes could hardly be concealed : "You actually sold your soul to Bai Liu?!"

"He's not Bai Liu, he's different from Bai Liu." Tang Dada slowly lowered his raised gun, then raised his hands in a gesture of surrender to show his friendliness, "This world line ‌Bai Liu is called Bai Liu, a willow tree is a willow, he..."

"Everyone who sells their soul to that guy will make the same excuse." The man on the other side showed a very mocking smile, "You should know better than me whether you were deceived by that guy or not." What is it like?"

On the opposite side, he spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth, his blue eyes were hidden in the rising nicotine smoke, and he stared straight at him. He flipped the safety catch down. : "I'll give you one last chance to quibble. You sold your soul to Bai Liu. What's the reason? Is there any forced situation?"

Tang Yu beat me up.

He tried to find a reasonable state to describe the world line Bai Liu, to convince the opposite party that Bai Liu would not do that.

Law-abiding? Will not commit a crime? Law-abiding citizens?

He knew everything was not accurate enough, and he could feel that deep in Bai Liu's heart, he was still in the state of being able to cross the line at any time, but he didn't know why, until now. Zhibai Liu has maintained a relatively harmless state.

And he didn't know why, he was convinced that Bai Liu's state would last forever.

Tang Yu took a deep breath and raised his eyes: "I'm not forced, I trust him."

The face on the opposite side completely sank, and he pulled the trigger: "Then you die."

"boom--!!"

area d.

Mu Ke carefully searched the cemetery floor by floor. Bai Liu sent them a message through the communication device two hours ago, saying that the search should focus on the central area of ​​the cemetery.

Mu Ke did not see the single tomb, but Mu Ke finally found it after two hours of careful searching in the Tanweilou Cemetery.

He turned over the tombstone, and couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief after seeing that the construction below was obviously not completed, and the passageway of the cemetery was protruding from the steel bar in the wall.

Finally, he was able to complete the task and go to area c to meet Bai Liu and the others. He was very worried about Bai Liu's situation with a blood loss buff.

Mu Ke drew out the pair of short knives on his back and put them in his mouth, put his hands on the two places at the entrance of the cemetery, raised his body and dexterously jumped on the steel bars, and approached the central floor below quickly and steadily.

When he saw the huge cemetery room in the center with an obvious architectural style that was completely different from the “incinerator” he had seen before, Mu Ke’s eyes froze. Jumped into the room, then turned around and jumped to the upper left corner.

Mu Ke spread his feet, shifted his body weight back and squatted on his knees, and was firmly attached to the wall like a gecko. He quickly pulled away the dagger he was biting in his mouth with both hands, and stretched out Putting his fingers against the wall, he looked around the room calmly.

The room is about 200 square meters, and the interior decoration is luxurious and luxurious, just like a living room. It is in stark contrast to the cemetery room next to it, which is only 3-5 square meters. In the center, there is a mahogany desktop A shrine is enshrined, and in the shrine is a black and white photo, next to it is written "Death Cause: Died in a car accident".

Under the shrine is a porcelain white urn.

‌Guo Bailiu speculated that he was right, the land certificate should be placed in that urn.

Just as Mu Ke was about to jump down to reach the urn, his body leaned forward, but there was a sudden pause in his movements. He withdrew his fingers from the wall and lowered his eyes. belly.

Just a light layer of dust.

This room... There is a subtle strange feeling, obviously some places are very dusty, but some places are very thin, especially the corner where he stayed now, and where he stayed before the ground, and—

Mu Ke's eyes slowly shifted to the mahogany table in the altar of offerings—the mahogany table for the urn.

‌If the developer monster crawled out of the urn, then the whole room will not be so tidy, there must be obvious lines where the dust is dragged off, which is only blocky near the urn If the dust on the path is relatively shallow, there can only be one situation——

——That is, someone approached an urn with the same method as him, and used the dust to push away the side to cover his own path of action.

"Did you notice it now?" A cold voice came from the side, someone was dragging something heavy, and the leather shoes were stepping on the wooden floor unhurriedly. Footsteps came, "It's really disappointing World Line, my reaction speed to the environment is so slow."

From the dark shadows on the lower left, a delicate male side face slowly emerged.

"If you meet an opponent like me, this reaction speed is enough for me to kill your president ten times."

Mu Ke jumped off the wall, and his pupils constricted for a moment when he saw the face on the opposite side clearly.

Standing opposite him is a man who is not familiar with him!

A familiar version: Mu Ke dragged the corpse of a developer monster with one hand, and dragged a long bloodstain behind him. His shoulder width and height were bigger than Mu Ke now Ke is slightly wider and taller, wearing a black suit with a close-fitting waist, and a light-colored rose in the right suit pocket.

He wears a chain and gold-rimmed glasses, the chain hangs down from his ears, and on his left ear is a slightly dangling reverse cross pendant earring. Walking down from the banquet, the shopping mall is very expensive.

A familiar version of Mu Ke looked up at the opposite Mu Ke without any expression on his face. He let go of the developer monster that had been killed, and took it out of his pants pocket. A folded land certificate, held up to indicate: "Are you here to find this one?"

Mu Ke calmly distanced himself from him, a person who looked like him gave him a very dangerous feeling.

It is absolutely impossible for Bai Liu to come up with it, because when Bai Liu makes a decision, although he will not notify anyone, he will definitely notify some team members. This decision leads to result.

So now this situation can only be...

Mu Ke's voice was tense: "Are you the thing summoned by Yuan Guang's skill?"

"Things?" On the opposite side, Mao Muke finally took a look at the young Mao Muke, "I have the right to judge my company through things, only my president."

This Mu Ke raised his jaw slightly, showing a bit of reserve and arrogance, and even spoke in a neither fast nor slow tone: "What are you, how dare you judge me?"

He said, leaned back and let go, and the land certificate slowly fell to the ground.

Mu Ke stared at the land certificate closely.

On the other hand, Mu Ke's eyes were fixed on the black dagger in Mu Ke's hand, and his face darkened unfriendly: "The president of this world line found you a skill? "

Mu Ke was keenly aware of his emotional ups and downs on the opposite side, he turned his eyes to Mu Ke's hand, raised his tail slightly, and asked provocatively: "Yes, why, you didn't? "

On the opposite side, Mu Ke finally came out completely out of the shadow treatment. Mu Ke noticed that he didn't have any weapons in his hand, and the place between his fingers and the place covered by the suit was tightly wrapped with white bandages. It was so dense that even the neck was covered with bandages.

He walked towards Lu Muke step by step, his eyes were dim, and while raising his hands, his fingertips began to slowly and solemnly remove the bandages on his hands, while explaining softly:

"The president will not waste any time and energy on an unskilled player, nor will he cultivate such a player, because it is of no value."

"Things with no value are not worthy of survival." Mu Ke on the opposite side said softly, his delicate face had a gray tone and gloomy feeling in the dimly lit room, "It's like a heart attack It’s a truth not to appear in long-term social relationships, it’s a universal axiom, as Mu Ke, you should at least know this, right?”

Mu Kepin breathed two beats faster, but quickly calmed down. He was retreating vigilantly as Mu Kepin approached from the opposite side.

"In order to be more valuable to the president, stand on the same league field as the president and be his team member so that he can win." Muke on the opposite side opened his eyelids, and both sides The bandage drooped down to the position of his elbow, "I trained desperately, worked hard, I killed many players and wanted to take their skills, but why they don't want to give it to me, So their skills are not what the president wants."

"So in the end, I found an unskilled player." Mu Ke finally dragged the bandage to the ground, and all the areas he hid under the bandage were exposed. He raised his eyes and looked at the opposite side quietly ‌Muke, "Do you know how I ‌‌‌?"

Mu Ke looked at the exposed areas, no matter how calm he was, he frowned.

Between the fingers, the wrists, and then the neck, there are all kinds of scars, blue and purple intertwined, knife scars and gun marks, densely packed, shocking, seeing these things appearing on [my] body is really not good A very pleasant experience.

"As long as you have perfect fighting skills, accurate observation of the environment, and predictions about the enemy, I am the president's alternative attacker." Mu Ke, who was on the other side, said happily When he got up, he saw Mu Ke's eyes with a cold killing intent, "Every time after a battle, I have scars on my body, the president personally wraps the bandages on me, on behalf of When I was on the court, he created value."

"The more scars I have on my body, the more valuable I am to the president."

"And you—"

On the opposite side, Mu Ke raised his hands, and he put on his leather shoes and spun his feet on the ground to exert force.

Almost in an instant, a familiar Mu Ke appeared in front of Mu Ke's eyes, raised his hand, snatched the dagger from Mu Ke's hand, and slashed at Mu Ke's neck fiercely.

Mu Ke instantly leaned back to dodge, and at the same time flipped his palm extremely quickly to recall the weapon.

[System prompt: Player Mu Ke recalled his own skill weapon. 】

The dagger in Shumuke's hand was looming, almost disappearing, but it was less than a few milliseconds before disappearing, and the speed of this limb was almost so fast that it surpassed the logical judgment of the system.

At the moment when Mu Ke recalled the skill weapon, another Mu Ke held the dagger and drew a huge bloodstain on Mu Ke's neck with his backhand.

Blood spattered out, smearing on the surface of a wood-rimmed gold-rimmed spectacles.

He lowered his eyes and said in an unprecedented disgusted tone: "You are mediocre and incompetent, and you have failed the president's preference for you."

"I personally use the dagger he bestowed on me to kill you."