Gamers Are Fierce

The man built into the wall has an old and dusty shirt on his upper body, black trousers on his lower body, and a pair of glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Due to the lack of air and moisture in the wall, his face was not completely rotted, but shriveled and wrinkled like a shriveled fruit.

A lot of cement and skin are stuck together, and judging from the style of clothes worn by the corpse and the state of the corpse, it seems that it was buried in the wall during the construction of this community activity building decades ago.

Li Ang analyzed calmly, knocking away the gravel around the dead body with a steel rod,

Recently, it seems that because the community activity building has been in disrepair for a long time, the roof leaked, and the rainwater seeped into the wall, which made the corpse start to rot again, and green thick water appeared on the wall.

As the upper body was completely dug out of the cement, the half-dried corpse began to tremble slightly.

Li Ang took half a step back unhurriedly, and took out the Soviet-style Molotov cocktail from his backpack very skillfully.

With a Molotov cocktail in his left hand and a steel rod in his right, he pressed it against the head of the mummy.

As long as the opponent shows the slightest aggression, he will destroy the mummy on the spot without hesitation.

...

The mummy whose lower body was still buried in the cement was shaking more and more, shaking like chaff.

After a long time, he suddenly opened his cloudy eyes, and took a deep breath with a hiss--. It's like taking all the air in the world into your lungs.

Li Ang looked at the mummy indifferently from the side, and attacking rashly when the opponent's strength was unknown was not a good option.

It is not convenient to attack, but it is still possible to ask.

Li Ang punched the mummy's neck with a steel rod, and asked calmly, Name, age, cause of death.

The other party lowered his head and stared blankly at the steel rod on his neck, his muddled eyes were full of confusion.

Li Ang raised his voice and repeated,

After a while, the mummy finally responded. He raised his head dully, shook his head, and shook off the dust from his head, Who are you? Why am I here?

Li Ang frowned, looked at the mummy and lowered his head, terrified to find that he was buried in concrete, his limbs and torso were as dry as firewood.

Calm down, you need to be calm.

Li Ang casually wrote [Scattering of Debris], and slapped the reanimated corpse, slapping him a little confused, Tell me your name, age, and cause of death.

Cause of death? I, am I already dead?

The stunned zombie was stunned for several seconds, and finally, under Li Ang's kind eyes, he stammered and began to introduce his life experience.

His name is Haruto Mizuhara and he is a teacher at Ibaraki Middle School.

Twenty years ago, he discovered that there was an inside story about the funding problem in the entire school. A certain leader of Ibaraki Middle School, together with his relatives who were engineering contractors, embezzled a large amount of money.

After a fierce psychological struggle, Mizuhara Haruto finally chose to report and disclose the incident.

However, the anonymous letter he sent to the newspaper went nowhere, and the call to Ibaraki's local officials using a public phone booth did not follow up.

On the contrary, an interest group with a fairly large network of relationships found out the true identity of the whistleblower through various means, tied him to Ibaraki Middle School, which is still under renovation, and beat him unconscious.

Mizuhara Haruto thought that those people would at most give him a serious lesson, but when he woke up again, he was actually in the middle of a reinforced concrete wall.

I'm dead...all these years...

Haruto Mizuhara looked at the modern buildings around him, covered his head, and broke down, Dad, Mom, Yumi, Rina...

Obviously, the gap of twenty years is just a blink of an eye for this man,

But for those who live in the real world, these two decades have been a real torment.

God knows how many tears they shed, how many miles they walked, and how much hardship they endured for the missing person Suwon Haruto.

Li Ang glanced at the pained and regretful expression on his face, and raised the steel rod, Hold on, I'm in a hurry.

...

Mizuhara Haruto looked at Li Ang who was fully armed, the expression on his shriveled face changed several times, and finally, as if resigned to his fate, he lowered his head and muttered to himself,

Yeah, what face do monsters like me have to meet them? It's better to become a Buddha as soon as possible.

In the Japanese culture, becoming a Buddha does not mean becoming a Buddha and becoming a ancestor, but means that after death, one puts aside all the troubles of life and is reborn in bliss.

Who said they will send you to become a Buddha?

Li Ang was a little strange, while wielding the steel rod, he dug Mizuhara Haruto out completely, and said quickly: Actually, you also want to take revenge, right?

Take revenge on the villains who killed you and kept your family in pain.

...

Mizuhara Haruto hesitated for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

Very good. Li Ang tapped the opponent's shoulder with a steel rod, as if he had hit a piece of steel, Your body is already strong enough to withstand the strafing of small-caliber bullets, lie in wait and take revenge on a few ordinary people It's so easy,

After the grudge is cleared, whether you want to kill yourself or hide in secret to protect your family has nothing to do with me.

Haruto Mizuhara was speechless, he stammered and asked: But I look like this...

Modern cosmetic surgery is very developed, inject some antiseptic hyaluronic acid into the muscles, and paint the skin with a layer of paint, and you will be the most beautiful boy in the village.

Apart from not being able to laugh like those Internet celebrities who have had plastic surgery too much, there is no inconvenience.

Li Ang waved his hand, motioning Mizuhara Haruto to leave, There is a grievance, there is a debt, there is a grudge, there is a grudge, and there is a grudge, revenge.

Fuck off, my time is limited.

Not knowing what to say, Haruto Mizuhara hesitated for a moment, then turned and left,

Li Ang, who was standing there, put away the Molotov cocktail and steel rod, took out an assault rifle with a grenade launcher, and pointed the muzzle at the mummy's back.

[Mission Objective: Solve seven supernatural events, currently 6/7 completed]

Even though the task prompt sounded, Li Ang still didn't put down his gun, but took out the walkie-talkie to contact the epidemic doctor, and gave the code, Have you solved it?

not yet.

The epidemic doctor replied with some difficulty: I have managed to climb up the wall of the building, and now I am with the black wooden horse.

There are many statues here, and it is necessary to look directly at them to prevent their number from increasing.

He paused, and said with a wry smile, It seems that there must be one person trapped here to complete the task.

Li Ang was silent for a while. The reason why he wanted to contact the epidemic doctor was to ask about the situation there.

The second is to confirm that the task prompt sound just now was completed by myself and not by the black Trojan horse.

To prevent Mizuhara Haruto from lying to him.

After confirmation, now only the last supernatural incident at the black Trojan horse remains unresolved,

Just as Li Ang was about to say that he would be there soon, he found that the surrounding scene suddenly darkened, and the sky and the earth seemed to be covered with a thick shadow.

The whistling wind of the Wild Hunt suddenly subsided.

Inside Ibaraki Middle School, there was only absolute silence, so quiet that one could hear one's own heartbeat.

The sun is setting.