Chapter 511： Modern God Stick 39 ┃ Burial of the living tomb

The five stood aside, looking at the middle-aged woman with awe.

Heartbreaking cries echoed in this community. The mother and son, who were hugging each other tightly, were covered in blood. This scene was already tragic. The people on the balcony were still watching all this silently.

Their faces are so cold and numb, like masks that have been worn for a long time, which have been attached to their flesh and can never be removed.

They have lost the joys and sorrows that normal people should have, and they are closer to the corpse than the broken little boy on the ground.

"Fuck! Why do I think these people are scarier than ghosts!" Huang Mao low cursed inaudibly.

"Be careful!" Xiaodao pulled him hard, and at the same time kicked Ziwei out.

Xuan Ming picked up Zhuang Li and quickly retreated.

Just listening to the muffled sound of bang bang bang, five figures fell from the sky and shattered, and a large pool of blood quickly joined together, turning this open space into a pool of blood.

The middle-aged woman didn't dodge, but the five corpses just avoided her position and exploded all over her body.

The middle-aged woman was stunned, and her grief-stricken cries stopped for a moment.

Zhuang Li quickly walked over to check the situation, and pondered: "Judging from the characteristics of the corpses, they were still alive when they jumped off, so they should have committed suicide. Huh?"

He had a rare look of surprise.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Ming asked worriedly.

"Look." Zhuang Li pointed to the wrists of each corpse.

"This is--"

Xuan Ming carefully identified a ring mark on the wrists of these people, and his tone became extremely surprised: "Are they taskers or players?"

These ring marks are clearly the uneven skin tone caused by wearing the task manager for many years. Strangely though, what about those managers? Why are they gone? In the game world, the task manager can't be removed in any way.

"This copy is so strange!" Xiaodao felt a chill slowly creep up his back.

"Are these people really missionaries or players? Why did they commit suicide? Did they fail to pass the level and were left here and couldn't get out? If they can't get out, just wait, there are always new players or missionaries who can clear the level, and there are people who are alive. Hope, why do you want to die?" Huang Mao said in confusion.

"That's the problem." Zhuang Li straightened up, looked at the "ghosts" on the balcony, and said solemnly, "Perhaps for them, there is no hope for life."

Why is there no hope? What the **** happened to them?

More mysteries emerged, giving Ziwei, Xiaodao and Huangmao a splitting headache.

Xuan Ming said solemnly, "They have gone back."

Everyone hurriedly looked at the building, only to see those "ghosts" disappearing from the balcony. What they were waiting for, looking at, and fearing seemed to be the bursting blood flowers.

Such a scene seems to have become a ritual for them.

Weird! Everything here is so weird!

Xuan Ming clenched Zhuang Li's hand tightly, his brows furrowed, and his eyes showed concern. Zhuang Li scratched the back of his hand with his fingertips, signaling him to relax.

At this moment, the police finally arrived, and after the inquest, the corpses were loaded into vehicles and transported away. The middle-aged woman grabbed a policeman's sleeve and complained angrily: "It was Wang Xiaodan who killed my son! She is my neighbor, she hates me and my son, she must have done Yuan Yuan's death!"

The police didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the corpse. They only said that they should check the surveillance first to see how this happened.

The woman cried frantically: "It's Wang Xiaodan, it must be her! She had an affair with my husband! She wanted to kill me and my son for a long time! It must be her!"

The police took the middle-aged woman to the monitoring room of the community while soothing her emotions.

Zhuang Li and the others naturally followed.

The staff of the property called up the surveillance at the time of the incident and saw a 6-7-year-old boy playing alone in the corridor on the 28th floor. The roof fell.

There was no one around him, it was just an accident.

The middle-aged woman was completely unwilling to accept this reality, and lay on the table crying bitterly.

The police then began to look at the video of the other five people jumping off the building.

Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes. The child is clearly an empty shell. When moving back and forth in the corridor, his limbs appear very stiff, and it can be seen that he is in a state of corpse. He is already dead, and how did the dead take the elevator and go to the top floor by himself?

Ziwei, Huangmao and Xiaodao were also stunned by this video, and they could only look at each other except scratching their heads.

This is going in an increasingly bizarre direction.

The woman's cry was like a night owl's neigh, harsh and terrifying. Several police officers surrounded her, trying to comfort her.

At this moment, a chubby old woman rushed into the monitoring room, grabbed the woman's hair and started tearing: "I let you go to work! I told you not to have children! Yuan Yuan is dead because of you! You are a month away. How much money can you earn? Can that amount of money be more important than Yuan Yuan? Are you happy that the child died? Did you keep your money for Yuan Yuan to buy a coffin? Why wasn’t you the one who died? You scumbag! I Kill you!"

The woman cried while dodging: "Mom, where have you been today? Why don't you watch Yuan Yuan at home? I have to go to work, do you have to go to work too?"

The old woman was stunned for a few seconds, and then fought more violently: "Are you blaming me? Can't I go to the hospital to see a doctor when I'm sick? Do I want to ask you for leave?"

She spoke so confidently, and the fierce light in her eyes became more and more intense, as if the more arrogant her attitude was, the more she could wipe out her sins.

Zhuang Li shook his head and whispered in Xuan Ming's ear, "She has gone to play mahjong." Then he pointed to the old woman's chip, which was hidden in her pocket, accidentally revealing a corner of the chip, and pointed to her full of smoke. s hair.

She is absolutely responsible for the child's death. This home is broken because of her.

Xuan Ming's eyes darkened for a moment.

The previous tragedy and the farce in front of him made him understand what kind of life this middle-aged woman lived. The mother-in-law is mean and arrogant; the husband is cold and ruthless, cheating on the neighbors, her only hope in life is probably a son.

But now that her son is dead, the rest of her life is nothing but despair.

How can we break this despair?

Xuan Meditation recalled what Zhuang Li said before - the best way to break through despair is to give hope.

What does this woman want most now?

That is naturally the son can survive.

Raise the dead? Thinking of this, Xuan Ming could only secretly shake his head. The Lord God made all kinds of item cards, but only did not make resurrection cards. Dying in a quest is really dead, and no player or quester can have a second chance.

"There is no resurrection card." Xiaodao also thought of this layer.

"What should I do?" Ziwei and Huang Mao also tasted despair.

"Resurrection." Zhuang Li suddenly said.

"What?" Xiaodao was stunned.

"Resurrection." Zhuang Li raised his hand and showed everyone the hexagram tattoo on the back of his hand. He said slowly, "This is a type of black magic, and I have some research on black magic. I'm sure, kill this boy. The person must be a dark wizard. Before the use of black magic, internal organs are often the best tribute to the devil, and the boy's internal organs are hollowed out, but the body can walk on its own, which is obviously not a coincidence. Someone killed He, using black magic to cover up the crime, dropped his body from the top floor and pretended to be an accident."

He put down his hands and stared at the corpse on the ground: "If the conditions are sufficient, I can use black magic to resurrect him."

The eyes of Zi Wei and the others radiated hope.

Xuan Ming thought for a while and asked, "So, do you also need a pair of internal organs to perform this resurrection technique?"

"No," Zhuang Li stretched out two fingers, "it's two pairs. One pair of internal organs belongs to the boy himself. Only when his abdominal cavity is filled can he be resurrected. That is to say, we have to retrieve his internal organs. ; and a pair of internal organs for sacrifice, and it must come from his blood relatives. In other words, we want to kill one of his relatives, father, mother, grandpa, grandma, whichever is good."

Such sorcery has obviously seriously deviated from Xuan Ming's principles. He lowered his eyes and thought, unable to make a decision for a long time. Knife and Yellow Hair also frowned uncomfortably.

Zi Wei is a SWAT member of Genzheng Miaohong, of course he can't do such a thing.

Only Zhuang Li thought it was no big deal. Of course, in front of Xuan Ming, he would never say such a thing.

"Forget it, let's think of another way." He waved his hand and gave up voluntarily.

"Okay." Xuan Ming nodded in agreement immediately, but his tense heartstrings could not be relaxed.

If he is the only one trapped here, if he can't get out, he will find another way. He will not kill innocent people if he says anything. However, at the moment, the little devil is also here, and he will face the death situation of being trapped forever, so he must not give up any hope.

In the end is the principle more important, or the safety of the lover is more important?

Xuan Ming clenched his fists and suddenly said, "Let's go find the boy's internal organs first."

"Captain?" Xiaodao and Huangmao looked at him in astonishment.

"Be prepared, go find it!" Xuan Ming ordered decisively.

Xiaodao and Huangmao quickly accepted the task. Doing something is better than doing nothing at all.

Zi Wei opened his mouth, but after all, he did not raise any objections.

Zhuang Li suddenly hugged Xuan Ming's waist and whispered in his ear: "Don't go against your own principles for me, because I am a person without principles, I will follow your principles and change my principles. As long as I can be with you Together, I don't care."

Xuan Ming hugged him tightly, kissed the top of his hair lightly, and laughed in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, there will be a way." He patted his lover's back lightly, his tone extremely gentle.

The two hugged tightly, drawing strength from each other, and then kissing each other's cheeks before striding out of the monitoring room.

The middle-aged woman was still arguing with her mother-in-law, and several police officers and property staff continued to persuade them.

No one noticed the strange behavior and whispered conversation of Zhuang Li and others. They came to the building where the massacre took place, and as soon as they entered the foyer on the first floor, a man with a gray face swayed out of the elevator, staring at them with cloudy eyes, and said firmly, "You want to find that The child's internal organs, right? It's useless, even if he is resurrected."

Zhuang Li lowered his gaze and looked at the man's wrist, where as expected there was a circle of white marks. He used to be a player too!

The man left the building in a hurry and disappeared into the thick fog.

The group stared at his back for a long time, and an inexplicable sense of depression gradually developed in their hearts.

"Don't worry about him, go up and have a look." Xuan Ming ordered in a deep voice.

So everyone stepped on the elevator and came to the twenty-eighth floor, where the children played before. His home should also be on this floor.

"Do you want to resurrect him? It's useless." A woman squatted in a dim stairwell smoking a cigarette, her eyes filled with death.

She suddenly made a sound, startling Ziwei.

"Why is it useless?" Zhuang Li walked into the stairwell and asked gently. He swept to the woman's wrist, where there was also a circle of white marks.

So he gradually understood that the "ghosts" who were standing on the balcony before were all taskers and players who couldn't break the despair and thus stayed in the dungeon.

Even this entire community may be full of such people.

If the previous Hell of Self was a tomb for the dead, then this world of despair is a tomb for the living.

Which grave is more terrifying? The answer is self-explanatory.