Gamers Are Fierce

when did he approach...

The black wooden horse felt its body froze for an instant, and a cold current flowed down its back and rushed to its mind from bottom to top.

Before becoming a player, Black Trojan Horse was an experienced 996 elite programmer,

And a major feature of programmers is working overtime.

Work overtime, work overtime, work overtime, shine for the company, burn yourself, and illuminate the boss's money path.

The physical quality of the black Trojan horse is not good. After becoming a player, he did not add points to his physical fitness and strength.

Instead, the priority is to pile up the perception attribute to 9 points.

Cooperate with the [Code Insight] glasses, and the black Trojan horse can know in advance of the wind and grass within a hundred meters.

This was the first time he was stuck behind a thing without knowing anything about it.

You, do you like blue or red.

As if there was no response, the cross-dressing man behind him asked again impatiently,

Blood and yellow pus were dripping from the cracks in his lips.

The black wooden horse turned around stiffly, holding a Casio calculator tightly in its hand, pointing at the cross-dressing man with the head of the calculator.

He thought about attacking immediately, but the frantic and violent aura on the opponent made him hesitate to do it.

Not answering, are you?

The cross-dressing man tilted his head, opened his mouth quietly, and a tongue about half a meter long, shaped like a belt, rolled and fell from his mouth, with sticky saliva, on the red cloak in front of him.

The sense of crisis rose sharply, and the black Trojan horse felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave, and its limbs and bones seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

Outside the teaching building, Epidemic Doctor and Li Ang looked at each other while listening to the sound coming from the walkie-talkie.

Even if they couldn't see the movement in the teaching building, they could understand that the black Trojan horse must have encountered a supernatural event, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

Li Ang pursed his lips. He had collected urban legends from all over the world before, and one of them was quite similar to the situation he encountered now.

There is an urban ghost story circulating in Hishima, saying that some students, after school, will meet a strange man wearing a red cloak and a strange mask,

When he saw a student, he would ask, Do you like red? Or do you like blue? Or do you like white?

When a student answers that he likes red, he will die in a pool of blood;

When he answered that he likes white, all the blood in his body will be drained;

When he answered that he liked blue, he would be thrown into the water and drowned;

According to this urban legend, he is called A, is a living person instead of a monster, and has been murdering children on the way home from school for years without being caught.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that this urban legend has no logic at all.

After collecting relevant information from the Internet, we can learn that this Mr. A is at best a story without beginning and end that some idle netizens posted on the Internet in order to catch people's attention.

After being spread several times, it finally evolved into this strange talk,

There is no essential difference from the urban legend of the slit girl who likes to ask am I beautiful.

But in the killing game, urban legends can be transformed into real horrors,

But at the same time, it is impossible to put the set in the urban ghost talk into practical application.

Li Ang's thoughts changed sharply, and he gently opened the steel frame of the walkie-talkie, clipped it to the collar of the S.W.A.T. staff uniform, and ran towards the wall of the teaching building.

He moved his fingers, and his ten fingers were like eagle claws, firmly grasping the gaps in the bricks on the wall outside the building, while climbing up,

He said to the walkie-talkie: Blue is the color of melancholy.

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On the other end of the walkie-talkie, the black wooden horse froze and couldn't move, its heart beating violently.

Just now, he seemed to have lost the opportunity to find a way of life through talking,

But the existence of the walkie-talkie allows Li Ang to answer on his behalf in the form of a double reed.

You like blue?

The drag man grinned, his accent was slurred because of the large tongue hanging down to his waist, Very good...

Before the man in disguise could move, Li Ang's voice came out from the intercom again.

Red is the color of the sun and the color of hope. It symbolizes auspiciousness, joy, enthusiasm, and unrestrained. In many cultures around the world, red has the function of driving away evil.

For example, the walls of ancient palaces and temples in the East are all red, and the paper-cut is also red, and a lot of red is also used in Western Christmas.

The cross-dressing man waited for Li Ang to finish speaking, dragging his big tongue, looking at the black wooden horse with a bit of unkindness in his eyes,

Then you like red.

The black wooden horse subconsciously feels that no matter which color he (or Li Ang on the other end of the walkie-talkie) chooses, the end result will not be so good.

While struggling violently with all his strength, he tried to use his fingers to press the zero reset button of the Casio calculator in his hand,

While praying that Li Risheng's teammate, who seems to have some abnormal brain circuits, can be more reliable.

Li Ang didn't answer directly, but said slowly: Blue symbolizes melancholy, but it's not just melancholy.

It's like being in a quiet public toilet without paper, and the phone's battery has been cleared.

You sit on the toilet, looking at the blue toilet partition, feeling a little melancholy, but in the melancholy, there is a trace of secluded tranquility hidden.

You, enlightened.

? ? ?

God is so enlightened! What is this all about?

The black Trojan horse has black lines all over its head, and the cross-dressing man in front of him seemed a little confused about the situation. After thinking for a while, he asked viciously: ...you like blue, very good, I want to... ..”

Before he could finish speaking, Li Ang on the walkie-talkie interrupted him roughly,

At sunrise, red flowers beat fire, and in spring, river water is as green as blue. Is the battle between red and blue really that important? You must know that since ancient times, red and blue have produced CP, either lily or base...

As soon as Li Ang opened the chatter box, it was just a chatterbox. The man in disguise was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that the other party was fooling himself.

If you don't choose, let me choose the color for you...

The man tilted his head back and opened his mouth to the limit like a snake.

At the same time, he grabbed his long tongue on his chest and pulled it violently.

呲——

Blood splattered, but the cross-dressing man seemed to feel no pain at all, pulling out his entire tongue forcefully.

Holding his bloody tongue, he walked forward slowly like a cowboy wielding a noose.

The three souls and six souls of the black Trojan horse were almost scared to fly away. He struggled desperately, and his index finger approached the zero button of the calculator little by little.

However, the speed of the other party was much faster than him. Before he pressed the button, the tongue full of sticky and smelly saliva was tied around his neck.

One line, one pull, one pull.

The black wooden horse only felt a severe pain in its throat, and a strong sense of suffocation oppressed its brain. The skin on its face turned red like a boiled shrimp.

Who can help me....

Hi~

Li Ang's voice came from outside the corridor guardrail,

In the clear vision of the remnants of the black wooden horse, Li Ang was seen climbing the wall like a gecko, with a head sticking out from the railing.

The system only stipulates that only one player can enter a building, but it does not stipulate that players cannot climb walls.

Handsome, your red high-heeled shoes should be well-worn.

Li Ang was hanging outside the guardrail, looking at the cross-dressing man with a wicked smile: Unfortunately, you can't compare to me in terms of beauty.