My card game came true

Chapter 183 The Reappearance of the Black Mist
Coming out of the private room, the entire corridor was a little quiet, but Song Luo didn't have any doubts about it: because when he came, the corridor was quiet, and it hasn't changed from before.

Song Luo's eyes were serious, and he looked around. He didn't find any special abnormal situation. He was slightly confused, and pushed open the next compartment, but nothing happened.

The problem should be downstairs.

Song Luo used his clever little head, and immediately came up with something that normal people can think of.

After thinking about it, Song Luo felt that it was better to be on the safe side. He took out his mobile phone and sent a message to the relevant personnel before starting to walk downstairs.

Although Song Luo felt that he could still solve the problem here, all events had infinite possibilities. What if a shark came out of the small gutter?
Caution is the boat.

After having such thoughts, Song Luo became cautious and vigilant, and walked downstairs slowly, but saw that the front desk downstairs was empty and there was no one there.

This is a bit abnormal.

Seeing this, Song Luo's azure blue light burst out from between his eyes, his water vision was fully opened, and he looked towards the front desk.

Disorderly black smoke filled the surroundings, but Song Luo could still tell the situation of the black smoke at a glance.

This black smoke is clearly no different from the situation in the misty mansion that we encountered last night!

It can even be said to be exactly the same!
Could it be that what happened last night was not completely over? !
Song Luo's first reaction was this.

But soon, this idea was rejected by Song Luo.

Last night's task was [-]% completed, and there is absolutely no chance of any residues. After all, anything can be faked, and this game system can't be faked!

It can only be said that the situation here is very likely to be related to the situation last night, there must be some kind of connection between them, otherwise this black smoke would not be possible!

Everything happens for a reason, and it seems that this matter will not be solved so easily.

Song Luo took a deep breath, and began to follow the direction of the black smoke, and walked towards the leftmost side of the first floor just like last night.

There are also a lot of private rooms on the first floor. From this, the direction of the black smoke seems to be in a certain private room on the first floor.

But for Song Luo, the incident this time was far less serious than yesterday's.

After all, under the fog of yesterday, all electronic devices have lost their function, but now I can still use electronic devices freely, which shows how big the gap between the two is.

But no matter what, you'd better solve it as soon as possible, otherwise you will get into big trouble if you are not careful.

……

"Crench."

The door was pushed open, and a male waiter looked at the people in the private room with a look of horror, with despair on his face, and wailed in a low voice: "Ghost hits the wall, it's a ghost hitting the wall! Why can't we get out!"

Others were ashen-faced and slumped in their seats. There were even sounds of crying coming from the waitress.

They didn't know what happened, they just felt a sudden inexplicable traction, instructing them to come here, but after entering this private room, it was as if they had entered a certain field and encountered a ghost hitting the wall. In this situation, no matter how the door is opened, they will return to this private room, and it will repeat again and again.

In such a situation, what can they do?

Can only despair, despair, constant despair.

"Why is this, why is this..."

A boy who looked very young crouched on the spot with his head in his arms, trembling and muttering to himself, he had no idea why he became like this.

He is a college student nearby, and he did not go home during the summer vacation, but chose to stay in Gaohai City to work and earn money.

It's not that he is so diligent and frugal, but because he owes a lot of money, he can only stay in Gaohai City to work and earn money to pay back the debt.

Fortunately, what he borrowed was not a usury loan, nor was it a campus loan, otherwise the world like a bottomless pit would not have been repaid at all.

According to his calculations, he only needs to work here for two months, and then live a simpler life for one or two months after school starts, so that the debt can be repaid, but he never expected to encounter such a thing.

Originally, life was a bit unsatisfactory, but now that this kind of thing happened, an inexplicable feeling came to the boy's heart.

He didn't know why.

suddenly……

Want to commit suicide?
'no no……'

The boy shook his head hard, as if he wanted to wake himself up a bit: "Impossible, I don't want to die yet, how could I have the idea of ​​suicide?" ! '

The colorful world is so charming, for a young man going to college, how could he want to die?

He took a deep breath and looked around the room.

The private room is very luxuriously decorated. On the table not far away, there is a set of medieval tableware exhibits, and the western knife is shining coldly.

After seeing the western food knife, the boy unconsciously took two steps forward, as if he always wanted to reach out to hold the western food knife in his hand and cut something.

Especially the neck or something...

Unknowingly, the boy had taken a few steps and was almost at the table.

Everyone is now immersed in the emotion of fear, but no one has noticed the boy's actions, they just think that the boy wants to be incompetent and furious, to vent their emotions.

For some reason, boys nowadays want to hold this western knife in their hands more and more.

The pleasure of cutting flesh and blood kept pouring into his mind, and within a few breaths, seven or eight thoughts had been born in the boy's mind, wanting to kill all the colleagues around him.

But soon, another new idea appeared in his mind.

Killing others feels nothing at all, self-destruction is the real joy.

Yes!

A new idea appeared in the boy's mind.

That is, after killing these colleagues, among the blood of the corpses, he cut his throat with a western knife, and used his own life to bloom a beautiful flower.

In this way, you can be considered a real success.

But just when the boy was about to practice it himself, the door of the room was suddenly kicked open roughly, which directly interrupted the boy's train of thought.

"Ah, someone came in!"

"Who is it? Is it to save us?"

"You... are you a previous guest?"

"It's over, it's not the person who came to save us, it's just another unlucky guy..."

After seeing a newcomer enter, everyone staged a wave of face-changing. ,

I thought it was the official personnel who rescued them, but I didn't expect it to be the guests who were eating upstairs.

In this way, it is just an extra victim, a bad luck.

The person who entered the door was naturally Song Luo who had found the clue.

After Song Luo entered the door, he naturally wouldn't exchange greetings with them at the first time. His vision of the water filled up, and the blue light between his eyes flickered in an instant. Song Luo saw all the situation in the private room.

"His eyes glow blue?!"

"This...this is..."

"Extraordinary?!"

The waiters exclaimed, but Song Luo paid no attention to it. He focused on observing the surroundings, and immediately discovered the problem - the boy holding a western knife.

After all, with such a small amount of space, it was hard for Song Luo not to notice it.

It's as if a large ink blot suddenly appeared on a clean white wall... Even if you are nearsighted, you can still see the problems on this wall.

Seeing this situation, Song Luo waved out without hesitation, and the water rope was aroused from Song Luo's sleeve in an instant, restraining the boy in the blink of an eye.

"what happened?"

"what--"

There was a scream. After Song Luo bound the boy, he didn't care so much. He took two steps forward, wrapped his whole body in zhenqi, picked up the western knife, raised his eyebrows, and looked at the man on the table. That cutlery.

The black smoke is lingering, and there is very thick black smoke on the tableware!
"Now there is no problem of entry or exit. You can leave this private room."

Song Luo stared intently at the pair of medieval tableware while speaking in a low voice.

After hearing Song Luo's words, the other waiters didn't care too much. They first tried it tentatively, and after finding that there was really no problem, they were ecstatic and hurriedly ran out of the private room.

Soon, except for the boy, all the other waiters left the private room.

But Song Luo looked at the tableware, gathered water elements in his hands, and directly wrapped the tableware, forming another form of suppression, waiting for the non-security bureau to get his news in advance.

Song Luo could deal with this piece of tableware now, but there was no need.

Judging from the situation here, it seems that the birth of this black mist is not accidental. If possible, Song Luo naturally hopes to leave some clues, so that people from the Non-Security Bureau and the Special Security Bureau can look at the situation, so as to avoid, Avoid subsequent problems.

If Gaohai City has always been troubled by the problem of black fog, then Song Luo, as the deputy head of the coastal defense inspection team, will also be troubled to death.

This can be regarded as Song Luo reducing the workload for himself in advance.

"How about it?"

Jiang Fubai from upstairs also ran down in a hurry. After opening the door, he saw Song Luo sitting on the chair with his legs crossed. He was taken aback for a moment, and then scratched the back of his head: "It seems that you have already solved it."

"The repression is here."

Facing Jiang Fubai, Song Luo was more casual, and said directly: "I am the emperor of heaven, and I should suppress all enemies in the world, and it is trivial to suppress with a flick of a finger."

"Jiang Hei asks this question because he doesn't know the supernatural powers of the Heavenly Emperor. This Heavenly Emperor is also understandable."

Madness is over.

"roll."

After Jiang Fu laughed and cursed, he became really serious immediately, and said to Song Luo, "Are you okay? You've been too intense these two days, what are you trying to do like this? You want to be a non-security bureau The director of the bureau or the director of the Office of Extraordinary Affairs? If it really doesn't work, it's good to take a break."

"Indeed, I will definitely apply for a continuation of my leave later, and give me a few more days off."

Song Luo nodded and agreed deeply: "It was clearly agreed that it was a holiday. I had two days off and I worked overtime for two days. It was difficult."

At this time, Jiang Fubai's gaze also shifted to the boy who was tied up by Song Luoshui rope not far away, and he was somewhat at a loss, and asked curiously: "This is..."

"There is something wrong with this kid. It may be a victim or some kind of medium. I don't know much about it. In order to prevent him from accidentally injuring others and himself, I'll tie him up first and wait to see what happens."

Hearing what Song Luo said, Jiang Fubai suddenly realized.

Indeed, if it is true as Song Luo said, then this boy does have a big problem and needs to be more careful.

Immediately afterwards, Song Luo and Jiang Fubai were here to 'suppress the unrest'.

Talking is also good.

Although Song Luo was not sure that everything in this hotel was eliminated, but Jiang Fubai had already sent his cousin Liu Yinmeng away, so he didn't have any worries.

After about seven or eight minutes, the transcendent from the non-security bureau arrived at the hotel here, and Mr. Yao hurried over with a dark face, pushed the door and entered, looked at Song Luo, and then looked at the hotel wrapped in water. I was a little surprised when I saw the tableware, and said, "It really is black mist!"

"Mr. Yao, I wouldn't lie to you on this point." Song Luo waved his hands helplessly, "Since you are here, Mr. Yao, I will leave this place to you."

"it is good."

Mr. Yao nodded without any ambiguity, and went straight forward. After Song Luo removed the water element, a golden light flickered between Mr. Yao's hands, and a small and smart cloth bag flew out, directly including the tableware , immediately surprised Song Luo.

This……

This is the legendary magic weapon?

Or can you use a more official belonging, transcendent item?
I don't know why, after seeing the cloth bag Mr. Yao used, Song Luo immediately thought of many fairy tales, such as Journey to the West...

In these myths, there is a magic weapon with the same function as Mr. Yao's cloth bag!
Seeing Song Luo's expression like this, Mr. Yao smiled and explained: "This is a supernatural item newly developed by Yanjing's supernatural research center. It can be understood as something like a storage bag, but the area is relatively small, but it has more functions than a storage bag.”

"This thing is still in the experimental stage. Although there are not many of them at present, if you want one, I will apply for one for you in two days." Mr. Yao said.

After hearing Mr. Yao's words, Song Luo was a little moved: "Is this okay? After all..."

"It's okay, this is a benefit for everyone in the future, so I will give it to you in advance." Mr. Yao said.

Regarding Song Luo, Mr. Yao actually didn't have much impression before Song Luo broke through to the True Qi Realm.

In Mr. Yao's impression, Song Luo is just a passer-by who can fight, and he has no other interaction with Mr. Yao. Naturally, Mr. Yao and Song Luo have no friendship.

However, since Song Luo broke through the realm of true energy, the two consecutive battles showed that Song Luo's combat power is very strong, and it can be regarded as the top combat power among the current third-level transcendents.

Even if Mr. Yao, a Level [-] Transcendent, really wanted to fight Song Luo, he had to plan carefully, otherwise he might capsize in the gutter.

It is not an exaggeration to call Song Luo the number one extraordinary person in Gaohai City.

For such talents, Mr. Yao's attitude will naturally change, and he will gradually regard Song Luo as his real one.

　I used to use my mobile phone to type, but after using a computer for a year, I can no longer use my mobile phone to type...

　　Ugh.

　　At present, I owe a total of [-] words.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)