Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world

"Your lunch is ready,"

"This is the newspaper you asked for."

In the manor, a nanny wearing black clothes and a white apron came to Wu Heng with food.

"Well, leave it here and close the door."

Wu Heng waved his hand to signal the nanny to go out.

Wu Heng finished the steak that was delivered, drank a cup of coffee, and learned a little about the world from the newspaper.

Put down the coffee and go to the table painted with piano lacquer and decorated with jewelry to pick up paper and pen.

Using Chinese characters mixed with symbols that only I can interpret,

Start writing the plan:

“The first thing to make sure is,

Where has the plot developed?

Where is the heroine Christine's house after she moved, and how far is it from here?

Does her uncle Frank get the mourning box at this time.

Secondly,

How can we get benefits from this world and solve the crisis outside?

After all, back to reality, I still have two kidneys missing, and the scalpel is hanging on my chest.

The first task of the main line this time is to open the box of mourning.

But this thing can only be opened by the hell intermediary given to some selected people, who are tempted by the mystery box and understand specific gestures.

In movies and comics, some ordinary people are given mystery boxes that cannot be opened and are simply kept.

If you stay with the person selected by the box to open the box, it may be counted as helping to open the mystery box.

But after the mystery box is opened, what greets the person who opens the box is not a paradise.

But it opens the passage to hell.

The monks of hell will be summoned in an instant and use the torture tools of hell to tear the box opener into pieces.

You thought it was over just being torn apart?

No!

Their souls will also be captured and sent to hell, where they will endure the torture of monks and the suffering of hell countless times.

Until their souls were twisted and numb, losing all value, they were thrown into the pit at the edge of hell, and slowly became the blood bricks inlaid on the walls of hell.

As for plot mission two and mission one, they are actually related.

If you want to enter hell, you must first use the mystery box to open the hell passage before entering.

It is even more difficult for a hell monk to pass this test, let alone whether he can come out alive after entering hell.

When everyone dies, what's the use of completing the mission.

Besides, the third task is to kill the Hell Monk, this task is even more nonsense.

In Wu Heng's opinion, this was a joke from hell.

It’s even more outrageous than the news about a person who won the lottery jackpot three times in a row in his previous life.

The clothes of the monks of hell,

It is made from the skin and flesh of Leviathan, the Lord of Hell, and is invulnerable to mortal weapons.

Their bodies are also transformed from Leviathan's blood, and they have extraordinary power.

No matter how weak the monk is, it cannot be solved by ordinary people.

Wu Heng's four fingers on his right hand subconsciously tapped the table back and forth.

"Think about it, think about it carefully."

After thinking for a long time, I wrote a string of words on the paper, then crumpled the paper, tore it into pieces, and threw it into the sewer to flush it away.

"Shadai, call the housekeeper over."

Wu Heng shouted towards the door, then leaned on the sofa and closed his eyes to rest.

"Mr. Dean, what are your orders?"

Markle, the housekeeper, was wearing a decent suit and his hair was combed meticulously. Only the wrinkles on his face proved his age.

"Uncle Markle, you have been with our family for more than 30 years. If I remember correctly, you will retire in two years?" Wu Heng asked.

"Yes, sir."

Markle stood with her arms clasped together and nodded slightly.

"Uncle Markle, I have a few very important things to do in the past two days. If you do well, I will let you retire with pay two years early and accept your recommendation for a new housekeeper."

"Can I trust you?"

Wu Heng stared at the housekeeper closely and asked seriously.

"Of course, Master Dean, I watched you grow up. If you need anything, just tell me."

Markle's face turned serious when she saw Wu Heng's expression, and she answered cautiously.

"Uncle Markle, don't worry, it's not something difficult, it's just that these things are very important and must be done well."

When the housekeeper saw how serious his young master was, he was mentally prepared and thought it would be a very difficult thing.

"Please do as you wish."

Wu Heng raised his index finger:

"First, immediately invite the local police chief to visit and say that I will donate one million pounds to improve security."

Then he raised his second finger:

"Second, help me find 20 detectives and have them come to see me in batches."

"Third, contact the media, newspapers, and trolls to package and promote me personally.

In two days, I will be exhibiting an art piece and I will be opening the exhibition as the youngest outstanding artist. "

Wu Heng finished three things in one breath, picked up the coffee and took a sip.

The bitter and rich original coffee made his brain more alert.

"Sir, do you have any other requirements?" the steward asked.

"Only these three things for today, and there will be others tomorrow. The faster the better, they should be placed at the front of all schedules and there can be no delays."

After hearing the three requests, Markle was visibly relieved and filled with confidence. For him, these things can be handled easily.

"Okay, sir, I'll make the arrangements first."

"Um."

After receiving the answer, the housekeeper Markle took two steps back, turned and walked towards the door, and started to make a series of phone calls as he walked.

Wu Heng picked up the coffee and walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass window, looking at the European-style statue fountain in the manor, with the golden leaves swaying slightly.

"Can not go back!"

Wu Heng sighed, turned back to the sofa and continued to rest with his eyes closed. His next step was to keep his spirits up and wait for the guests who would arrive at any time.

Wu Heng was not worried that the arrangement would fail, because no one would refuse money, especially money picked up for free.

The facts are indeed as Wu Heng expected. Inside the Phil Police Station:

"Sir, are there any other details you have overlooked about your child's disappearance? If you think about it carefully, it is impossible for people to disappear from the hospital out of thin air. So..."

Sheriff Boris, who had a beard, was talking to a middle-aged man dressed as a lawyer when he was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his cell phone.

"What! One million pounds, donated to the police?"

Sheriff Boris raised his voice excitedly, and the entire hall turned to Boris with eager eyes.

"Mr. Markle, today is not April Fool's Day. Are you telling the truth?"

"Okay, okay, I'll leave now."

After Boris hung up the phone, he stood up quickly, and the person next to him cleverly handed over his hat.

"my child…"

The middle-aged man looked anxious and wanted to say something else.

"Find him!"

"God bless your children."

Boris pointed to the young policeman next to him who handed him his hat, and hurried out.

In less than an hour, the housekeeper had led Boris to Wu Heng.

Would you like to exchange your collection, monthly pass, and recommendation vote with me for two glasses?