It is said that I convince people with reason

However, the weirdness of this world keeps emerging and cannot be eliminated. Waves of terror break out all over the world, and the number of living people is decreasing.

The whole world is falling into the abyss of despair.

In the end, Zhang Chen had to choose to abandon everything, including his body, and put his consciousness into the "Literary Master System", becoming a new weirdness. Survive in this world where only weirdness remains.

After watching the entire fate plot, Yuan Buwei seemed to have discovered something and made a meaningful sound: "Tsk, this ending... 999 Are you sure, this Zhang Chen is really the son of luck?"

System 999 answered seriously: [The son of luck in the small world is different from the protagonist in the novel, and it is not eternal. Moreover, a son of luck is only the strongest in a certain period of time. Maybe after ten or twenty years, he will be replaced by the son of luck in the new era. According to the detection of this system, in the current time period, Zhang Chen is indeed the person with the strongest luck in this world. 】

"Oh." Yuan Buwei nodded, "Then I understand."

However, he did not tell System 999 what he understood, but just clicked on the long cursed avatar on the computer screen.

"Now, let's solve the trouble of this body first." Fingers tapped on the keyboard, and lines of code quickly skipped. The light on the screen illuminated the young man's deep pupils and the faint coolness in his pupils. "Let me take a look first... the transmission path of this curse..."

"... and where is the weird origin?"

Chapter 85 Wenhao 3

Following the account of "Takoyaki", the diehard fan of Zhang Chen who sent a private message, he almost scanned all the communication tools used by the other party on the Internet. All the traces left by this girl whose real name is "Xu Zhenzhen" on the Internet were neatly laid out in front of Yuan Buwei, without a single mistake.

【Host, why are you so skilled? 】System 999 watched silently and finally couldn't help but speak.

...Isn't it obvious that he was an old antique in Luofu World who knew nothing about modern science and technology at the beginning? No matter how you look at it, his hacking skills are all experts among experts. Did the host secretly make up for it when it didn't know?

"In the last world, I was idle and learned some extra skills. Now I'm using them, aren't I?"

...I'm idle?

System 999 quickly found the records of that world in the database, and recalled the people who were ordered around by their host, and couldn't complain.

...Yes, there are so many tools for the host to use, isn't the host just idle?

"Click!"

With the last sound, Yuan Buwei's fingers that were tapping the keyboard stopped, and his eyes were fixed on the screen.

...

Ten kilometers away, a single-family villa in the suburbs.

The setting sun was like an egg yolk that was pierced when it was about to be cooked. The flowing orange color evenly spread across the sky and filled the courtyard of the villa.

The sound of the piano like flowing water came from the villa. Under the afterglow of the setting sun, the clear and pleasant piano sound showed an inexplicable sadness and depression.

In the piano sound, there was a young girl humming in a tuneless way, cheerful and light, as if the little girl who had received the confession of her lover was expressing her joy to the fullest.

"La la la... Is he dead... He should die..."

"With my blood... My flesh... My everything..."

"La la la... It's not enough... It's not enough..."

The setting sun shone in from the large French windows, and the whole floor was dark red, as if it was painted with red paint. Looking closely, it looked more like coagulated blood, and it looked like dark red wax oil flowing all over the floor.

A girl in a white dress was "sitting" in the middle of the floor.

She was petite and delicate, with her snow-white skirt spread out on the crimson floor like an unfolding petal. This scene looked extremely beautiful.

But if you look down carefully, you will find that the bottom of her spread skirt seems to be cut in half, and there is nothing from the waist down, no legs, no feet, and no blood flowing out.

The girl's waist was pressed against the floor, and the waist part was still melting, and the crimson "wax oil" flowed out from under the skirt. It is conceivable that her feet and legs have long melted into "wax oil" all over the floor.

On the floor in front of the girl in the white skirt, a crimson candle was burning quietly. The wax oil on the ground seemed to be attracted by something and flowed towards this candle. This pencil-thick candle was as red as blood.

At the candle wick, the flame was burning with fangs and claws, as if countless people were screaming and wailing in the flames, whispering wildly. The flames reflected in the girl's eyes, attracting all her attention. Her expression was focused and almost crazy.

The cold flames burned on the wax made of the girl's flesh and blood. The light singing sounded in the room. Gradually, her shoulders melted, and only a head that had not completely lost its breath remained in the wax.

The record player was running slowly in the corner, and the light piano sound flowed throughout the room. The girl's singing had stopped, and her bloodshot eyes stared at the burning flames. She seemed to have seen something incredible, and her tone was full of resentment: "Why? Why hasn't he died yet! No, this shouldn't be the case - how can he not die?!"

“…Why can’t it be done?”

The door of the villa was suddenly knocked open, and a figure walked in leisurely. The dusk fell on the person, casting a slender shadow.

The broken hair was blown by the breeze, revealing the broad forehead of the young man, and the sparse and cold eyebrows below. He had a face with neat lines and looked difficult to approach, pale and cold with alienation.

Yuan Buwei stepped on the "red paint" all over the ground and came directly to the girl. His eyes swept over the only remaining head, and without a second of lingering, they fell on the red candle on the floor.

He bent down and pulled the candle up with force. Strands of sticky red wax seemed to turn into countless flesh buds in an instant, entangled on the floor, and the candle made a tooth-grinding sound when it was pulled up.

Yuan Buwei pulled it out directly with a force.

Countless screams seemed to ring in my ears.

He stood up with the pencil-thick candle, looking down at the head on the ground.

"Ah——"

The moment the candle was pulled out, the girl let out a short scream, and the eyes that were eroded by madness finally regained a moment of clarity. The pale and cold face of the young man was reflected in her pupils: "It's you..."

The flowing wax completely solidified on the floor, the neck under the head no longer melted, the girl's beautiful face was stained with a layer of bluish white, and her eyes completely lost all their brilliance, looking as if she had been dead for a long time.

Yuan Buwei looked at the small candle in his hand again.

When his eyes fell on the burning flame, he immediately noticed an uncontrollable strange power, which made him want to stare at it for a long time.

"Be careful! Don't look!"

A sharp shout came from outside the door, and a figure rushed in like a ghost, bringing a gust of wind. He reached out to take the candle from Yuan Buwei's hand.

Yuan Buwei moved to the side, holding the candle steadily. He looked away from the flame and looked at the man who suddenly rushed in.

He was wearing a dark jacket and trousers of the same color. He was burly and had a tough temperament. His head was shaved. Although his face was not handsome, his eyebrows were very handsome, giving people a "tough guy" temperament.

Seeing that he failed to snatch the candle from Yuan Buwei, the man did not try to take it again, but hurriedly said: "Don't stare at the flame for more than ten seconds, otherwise there will definitely be a horrible incident that you don't want to see."

"... Become like her?"

As if he didn't expect Yuan Buwei not to question him at all, but accepted this setting at once, the man was stunned for a moment, and then simply said: "That's right."

"Oh? What if you blow out the candle directly?"

Yuan Buwei was very curious, like a naughty child who got a new toy, puffed up his cheeks, as if he would go over and blow it as soon as he got the answer.

The man's face changed, and he waved his hand hurriedly: "Don't!"

While the two were talking, two more people walked in from outside the door. They seemed to be wearing school uniforms and dressed like students. They were a boy and girl aged seventeen or eighteen.

"Old Chu, what's going on?"

The three people obviously knew each other. After two people greeted each other, they immediately looked around the whole villa calmly. When they saw the girl's head on the floor, they all shook their heads and sighed.

Then, they looked at Yuan Buwei who was standing by the side holding a candle.

The young man among them spoke first and asked curiously: "Hey, are you an investigator from other regions? Why haven't we met before?"

Yuan Buwei raised his lips with interest: "Investigator? I think I heard some interesting term?"

"...You are not an investigator?!" The young man was shocked and realized that he had let the cat out of the bag. He quickly covered his mouth and looked at his two companions with an innocent face.

"Bai Chi, you idiot! I told you to be careful and not to disclose secrets to ordinary people..." The girl on the side covered her forehead helplessly, sighed, and then turned to Yuan Buwei, "Sorry, it's like this..."

In such an environment that can be called a horror movie scene, Yuan Buwei, who was so calm and composed, was undoubtedly very eye-catching. I'm afraid no one would believe that he was an ordinary person who knew nothing about everything.

No wonder Bai Chi admitted his mistake.

Thinking like this in her heart, the girl has already started to negotiate skillfully. Obviously, she has dealt with this kind of thing more than once or twice. She took out a piece of black cloth: "Can we isolate this "flame of hatred" first, and then talk about the rest in detail?"

"Of course." Yuan Buwei raised the candle and handed it over without any intention of obstruction.

The girl almost didn't look at the flame for a second. She closed her eyes and grabbed the black cloth to cover it. Her movements were very agile.

Miraculously, the black cloth covered the entire candle, but was not burned through by the flames. Instead, it blocked all the flames. The inexplicably gloomy atmosphere in the villa seemed to have dissipated a lot.

Huh...

The three people breathed a sigh of relief. Yuan Buwei could even clearly see that their bodies were much more relaxed.

Then, the tall man took out a certificate from his arms: "What you encountered this time is a special incident of confidentiality level. We are investigators from the Special Incident Investigation Bureau, referred to as the Special Affairs Bureau..."

According to the three people's self-introduction, the man's name is Chu Kuang, the boy before is Bai Chi, and the last girl who looks gentle and amiable and good at negotiation is An Miaomiao.

Appearing here inexplicably, the three people naturally have to ask Yuan Buwei about his identity as a routine.

"My name is Yun An." Yuan Buwei took out his original identity certificate and showed it to them.

"Mr. Yun, can you tell us what happened before you came?" Several people sat down in the yard of the villa, and An Miaomiao asked.

She has a kind of unpretentious gentleness and kindness, which makes it easy for people to let go of their hearts and unconsciously eliminate their guard. Although this influence is like a breeze to Yuan Buwei, he can ignore it directly, but why should he show it?

Yuan Buwei then told the story of how his original body had received a private message and fallen into a strange space: "...After coming out of that strange space, I realized that there must be something wrong with the private message, so I used a little insignificant love to