Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Ge Xiu went to his room first.

The furniture is European style, and the whole room has a distinct feminine femininity. The corners and corners are very delicate. Except for the messy sheets, the whole room is neatly organized and meticulous.

Ge Xiu took the flashlight and wandered to the dressing table, looking at the accessories and photo albums placed on it indifferently.

Just as he picked up a small pocket watch and looked at it, a harsh scream suddenly cut through the darkness and passed in through the layers of walls.

Ge Xiu turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

The pale man leaned against the wall and raised his eyebrows when he saw the other person raised his eyes and raised his eyebrows: "Go and see?"

"Okay." Ge Xiu shrugged, put his pocket watch back on the table with a "da", and turned and walked out.

When the two of them came downstairs, some players who heard the sound had gathered there, and everyone stood pale in front of the porch connecting the hall and the side hall. They did not dare to take a step forward, only a few swaying ones. The flashlight shot into the darkness, illuminating the scene in the porch.

Large swaths of blood and minced meat splashed on the wall, like a **** abstract painting. On the ground, there was a person lying on his back.

He stared at the ceiling with dull eyes, his pale face was completely bloodless, his expression was frozen with pain and horror-his arms were broken, and the parts below his waist had disappeared, and his broken intestines flowed from his belly. Coming out, lying on the ground crookedly, the thick carpet was full of blood, showing a heavy dark red under the light of the flashlight.

Another player stood on the side while holding on to the wall. It seemed that this was the only way to maintain a standing posture.

He seems to be the player who teamed up with the dead.

The player's face was horrible, and he stammered: "I, I don't know why this happened. I was in the wing opposite when it happened... I didn't see him for about two minutes. Wait. When I found that something was wrong and ran over, he already became like this..."

Du Yan looked solemn: "You don't know what attacked him?"

The player shook his head tremblingly:

"No, I don't know."

Du Yan's complexion was even more ugly.

He originally suggested forming a team because the situation and rules in this dungeon are still unclear. If a team is formed, even if a player is killed, his teammates can learn a little information from it, at least it will not die and is worthless—but The current situation is counterproductive. People are dead, but no clues are left.

He asked a few more unwillingly, but the teammate really didn't know one question.

—I heard nothing, saw nothing, knew nothing.

While Du Yan was thinking about it, he saw a player passing by and walking towards the corridor full of flesh and blood.

He hurriedly reminded:

"Hey! I still don't know if it's dangerous or not..."

Before Du Yan finished speaking, Ge Xiu had already walked to the corpse at this moment.

He stopped his pace.

Everyone was shocked, watching the player who had entered the dangerous area with fear, and subconsciously held their breath.

However, nothing happened.

Ge Xiu turned his head and glanced at Du Yan, and said casually:

"Now you know."

Du Yan: "..."

Ge Xiu squatted down, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the corpse lying on the ground in a weird posture.

He stretched out his hands-everyone couldn't help but breathe in cold air-saw the young man squatting not far away grasping the broken arms of the corpse without any mental obstacles, and pressing the arms that had lost the lower half of their elbows against them. On both sides of the corpse, he pulled a piece of ornate tapestry from the wall, wiped the broken surface of the corpse's upper body, and pushed back the intestines scattered on the side.

Everyone: "..."

Damn it.

A few minutes later, Ge Xiu stood up from the corpse, then turned and walked towards the crowd.

The young man’s face was pale and calm. The hands hanging beside him were covered with blood, and the sticky blood drops slowly fell from his fingertips. Under the light of the flashlight, both hands were stained scarlet. The face that is so beautiful that it does not look like a real person looks very ghostly in the large black and red scene behind it.

The players took a step back subconsciously.

Ge Xiu ignored this.

He reached down and pulled down another tapestry hanging at the end of the corridor, and wiped his hands expertly on it.

The Su Ming Yangui just now seemed to be alive again.

Du Yan settled down and asked, "How is it? Did you find anything?"

Ge Xiu shrugged noncommittal.

Someone boldly looked at the corpse lying on the other end of the corridor, and saw the corpse lying upright on the ground, with only his arms attached to his side.

The fracture surface from the elbow to the waist was clearly exposed after wiping, and under the shining of the flashlight, it actually showed a perfect and regular arc, as if a line was drawn on his waist with a compass, and The part inside the circle was swallowed up by the void.

"That's right." Ge Xiu seemed to think of something, and handed a card to Du Yan with his blood-stained hand: "It's on him."

Du Yan took the card.

That is the identity card drawn by the players from outside the iron gate before entering the house.

The edge of the card was stained red with blood, and the smooth surface was mottled with **** handprints, obviously from the young man who handed it to him.

On the card is the symbol of a hoe.

It should be a gardener.

Du Yan made a decisive decision. He looked up at the players and suggested: "Now everyone is going to his house, hurry up and look at the clues about his identity, find out his responsibilities, and see him and What is the connection with the identities of other players..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a pale-faced player:

"I'm not going! I'm going to you!"

Another player who seemed to be a novice nodded vigorously. His face was crumpled in panic and fear, and his pale forehead was soaked in sweat. He trembled and said, "He died while going to his room. Who knows what's in it, whether there are any conditions for death... or something, anyway, I dare not..."

There is no logic in his words.

All players who have a little knowledge of the rules of the game will know that the conditions that trigger death cannot be so simple.

But in darkness and pressure, people's hearts become extremely fragile, and they are more likely to be suspicious, listening to some seemingly reasonable remarks.

A wave of panic surged through the crowd.

The whispers that exuded the smell of despair evoked the fear in people's hearts, and the distrust grew like a snowball.

"How can this game kill the player in such a simple way!" A player who has also experienced role-playing raised his voice impatiently: "If a person dies, his line will be broken. If you don't go now, in case tomorrow Will appear in the main plot, and other people will be implicated."

"Isn't there three chances?" The questioning voice sounded again: "But we have only one life!"

"Yes, yes!" a player echoed.

"Do you know how precious these three opportunities are!" Du Yan was a little angry: "Do you really want to know the outcome of the role-playing failure?"

He sneered: "It's up to you to go or not."

The whole scene suddenly became uncontrollable.

In the role-playing instance, cooperation between players is the most important.

And fear and anger will drive people to make irrational words and deeds-this is the biggest difficulty of this kind of dungeon, because whenever a player dies, a character will be vacant, but the script is often interlocked. The absence of the ring will lead to subsequent crashes.

The atmosphere is tense and it's on the verge of breaking out.

Ge Xiu yawned.

He glanced at the raging crowd with interest, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

The man who had been watching this farce with cold eyes since just now saw him leaving, and stepped to keep up. He walked and asked, "Where to go?"

"Sleep." Ge Xiu answered without hesitation.

"You don't want to go to the gardener's room?" the man asked interestedly.

Ge Xiu kept walking up the stairs: "I don't want to."

"Why?" the other side asked persistently.

Ge Xiu turned his head and glanced at him, frowned and asked, "Why do you have so many questions?"

The man shrugged innocently: "It's just curiosity."

Ge Xiu gave a "tsk", then asked casually: "Why do you think I am?"

"Is there a reward for guessing?"

The man curled his lips.

Ge Xiu shrugged: "I think about it."

The two people walked up the stairs one after the other, and soon left the chaotic discussion of the players behind them.

The noisy human voice seemed to come from a very distant place.

The stairwell in front of me was like a narrow space isolated from the outside world, and only the sound of two even footsteps echoed in it.

"I guess..." The man squinted his eyes slightly, and a smile was drawn across his pale thin lips. A pair of pitch-black eyes fixedly stared at the casual young man in front of him, and his low voice seemed light and hoarse in the dark night:

"You have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Ge Xiu stopped slightly, turned his head and looked at the man who followed him, only two steps lower than him, and the corners of his lips curled up:

"Huh."

The smile on the man’s lips expanded: "What is the reward?"

Ge Xiu turned his head and stepped up the last step:

"No."

The man frowned: "But..."

"I said I'm thinking about it." Ge Xiu stopped in front of his room and looked at the other person with a smile: "I've considered it now."

man:"…"

Too treacherous.

Ge Xiu opened the door and walked into the room: "Good night."

The man also wanted to follow in, but the door of the room closed mercilessly in front of him. Through the door panel, he could hear Ge Xiu's unwavering voice:

"Isn't it a fiancé? I want to go into my wife's room before getting married. I don't understand the rules."

man:"…"

He stood at the door dumbfounded, and he didn't expect that the other party would use his previous method to counteract a move, but he himself suffered a dumb loss.

Just as he was thinking, the door of the room that was still closed before his eyes suddenly opened.

The man was taken aback.

Ge Xiu stretched out a hand from the door, pulled the other person over, then leaned over and kissed his lips:

"-award."