screenwriter mystery

Chapter 88 Trying
With the [Music Box] in hand being closed.

The sad music of "Fur Elise" also came to an abrupt end.

In front of him, the black man who had fallen into the hallucination of [Music Box] also quickly woke up, and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar neighborhoods around him in a daze.

Looking down at his empty hands and the gun that appeared in Zhao Yuan's hand, the black man had no time to think about the reason, and instinctively raised his hands to show him an ugly smile.

"Hey, buddy, I was just joking with you a little bit. In fact, the thing I hate most in my life is robbery."

"You think, you are very humorous?"

Facing the sophistry of the black man, Zhao Yuan glanced at the gun in his hand, and said with a smile.

Looking at the smile on Zhao Yuan's face, the black man instinctively sensed the danger, and quickly stopped him: "Hey, man, calm down, calm down, you still have a lot of beautiful lives waiting for you in the future, there is no need to fight for a Bad man, nigga go to jail, people like me will die by someone else's gun if they don't die by your hand, so why bother..."

He stared wide-eyed, trying to show sincerity on his face as much as possible, but the black man forgot that in the dim environment of the Compton neighborhood, his natural protective color made this performance almost a success. In vain.

"You are right."

However, no matter how you look at it, it is just a set of nonsense remarks.

But it seems to have worked wonders.

After hearing what the black man said, Zhao Yuan, who was facing him, nodded, as if he was convinced.

"I knew that Asians dare not make trouble."

Seeing this scene, the black man burst into ecstasy, but of course he still maintained that pitiful expression on the surface.

They can be said to have a wealth of experience in pretending to be innocent.

Under the gaze of the black man, the muzzle of the gun in Zhao Yuan's hand turned slightly, and the next moment he was secretly relieved, he saw the muzzle of the other party pointing the muzzle at his palm.

"Is this guy crazy?!"

The astonished thought in the black man's mind had just emerged, and the gunshots rang through the block in the next second.

boom--

The sound of gunfire was heard far away in the Compton neighborhood, but no one came out to investigate the situation.

"what……"

Frowning, enduring the loud gunshots that were so close at hand.

Zhao Yuan looked at the black man lying on the ground crying in pain, and let go of his palm, a crushed bullet was emitting white smoke.

"Can even the pain of bullets be transferred?"

Carefully putting away the crushed bullet in his hand, Zhao Yuan glanced at the bloody wound on the palm of the black man in front of him, and nodded slightly.

Zhao Yuan has always been curious about the damage limit of [Devil Gloves].

However, considering the fact that the damage is immediately transferred to nearby people, innocent people may be involved.

And I was afraid that if during the experiment, the injury accidentally exceeded the pain limit that the glove could transfer, and I would be involved.

Therefore, since obtaining [Devil Gloves], Zhao Yuan has only used it as a spare hole card, and has not carried out too in-depth experiments on the endurance of the gloves, but right now, the black robbers who came to the door uninvited, but Undoubtedly, it helped him greatly solve this problem, and actively provided him with a suitable pain transfer object.

At the same time, the existence of the [Guardian Necklace] on his body also ensured that even if the [Devil Gloves] could not block the damage of the bullets, Zhao Yuan himself would not be injured.

It is precisely because of the dual guarantees of [Devil Gloves] and [Guardian Necklace] that Zhao Yuan would boldly experiment with shooting at his palm.

The result met his expectations.

The transfer ability of [Devil Gloves] also has an effect on the damage of bullets.

This means that as long as he wears gloves, at least as far as Zhao Yuan's hands are concerned, he is no longer afraid of the threat of bullets.

"Unfortunately, your effectiveness is only limited to your hands, and it's also..."

With a regretful tone in his mouth, he took off the gloves that were gradually 'fitting' on his hands. Zhao Yuan looked at the wailing black man in front of him, and suddenly asked, "Are you feeling pain now?"

"... Fu** you, what did you do to me, my palm, the ambulance, call me an ambulance!"

Covering the bleeding wound on his hand, the black man uttered a series of painful curses about Zhao Yuan's question.

"It's okay, you'll forget all about it soon."

Ignoring the black robber's cursing, Zhao Yuan reached out and took off the necklace from his neck, and put it in the other's hand.

Then he raised his gun and pointed it at him.

"no no!"

Looking at the dark muzzle of the gun in front of him, the black man could vaguely smell the pungent smell of gunpowder. The painful expression on his face was immediately replaced by fear, and he begged.

"Relax, as you said, sooner or later you will die under someone else's gun, but not now."

Facing the fearful pleading of the black man, Zhao Yuan spoke softly to comfort him.

boom! boom! boom!
At the same time, he pulled the trigger of the pistol without hesitation.

The sound of continuous gunfire continued to ring out in the Compton neighborhood.

Facing these whizzing bullets, the black man lying on the ground curled up with his eyes closed and screamed in fear.

I thought I was dead this time.

However, the expected pain did not appear,
The black man secretly opened his eyes and looked at the parts of his body that were still intact except for his palms, his face suddenly showed the excited expression of the rest of his life after a catastrophe.

"Bad!"

Just as the black man was excited about his 'good luck', the necklace that Zhao Yuan just put on his hand began to flicker faintly, and then the expression on the black man's face became confused.

"Now, do you remember me?"

Seeing this, Zhao Yuan asked again.

"You, who are you, why does my hand hurt so much..."

Hearing his words, the black man who was originally confused came back to his senses again, looked at the wound on his hand, but had no memory related to it at all.

"I'm just a passerby, the wound on your hand is because the pistol went off..."

Putting the empty shell pistol in his hand back into the hands of the black man, Zhao Yuan said "caring" while returning what belonged to him.

"I see that the injury on your hand is quite serious. Do you need to call an ambulance for you?"

"If I may, I shall trouble you, sir."

The sharp pain from the palm and the blank memory in his mind made the black man subconsciously believe everything Zhao Yuan said.

Covering the bleeding wound on his hand, he said gratefully: "Thank you, sir, you are such a good person, sir, I didn't expect there to be such enthusiastic people as you in the Compton neighborhood. I thought this place was already gone." Sucks……"

After a long absence, the black people felt the warmth of humanity because of Zhao Yuan's actions.

"No thanks, this is what I should do."

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(End of this chapter)