Weird game invasion, one billion dollars to become the ghost king

In Weird Game Production Company, writer Hill's room is filled with dolls from the underworld. The blood-colored walls seem to be crawling and growing, and an old light bulb emits a dim light.

"Swish—"

Blue-haired Loli Hill was curled up on the sofa, holding the notebook in her hand. She wrote short sentences quickly with a pen in the notebook in an upright manner, and also gnashed her teeth:

"Lynn! You perverted lolicon killed my colleagues. Damn it! I'll write you to death, write you to death!"

"Ugh, the puppet master and the geisha were all killed by you!"

In the script she imagined, Linn had died many times, in various ways, and in a miserable way.

But Linn never hurt her until her death.

Even if you are a writer, you must respect the character.

On the sofa beside him, a painter with a thin face, black-rimmed glasses and a bookish air quietly watched Hill vent his inner sadness and said lightly:

"Can using the spiritual victory method on Linn kill him?"

Writer Hill angrily said: "But, that Lynn...we can't defeat him now. Apart from cursing him here, what else can we do and develop a new copy?"

The painter shook his head: "If we let him get more Tai Sui meat and make more fierce gods, then our efforts will be in vain. At this moment, doing nothing is the best."

Hill whispered: "You mean let's start it off together... This is a good idea, but the clown will complain to the boss!"

The painter glanced outside the door, withdrew his gaze and said: "Excellent works of art require long-term gestation."

At this moment, an angry roar came from deep in the company corridor, and the whole company was shaking.

Writer Hill trembled: "It's the boss's voice. Listening to his voice, he seems to be very angry. He can't hear our conversation, right?"

The artist pointed at Hill's eyebrows: "Your forehead...is the inner demon mark that is glowing."

Hill was shocked: "Yours is glowing too!"

I saw a blood-red leaf-shaped mark between the eyebrows of both of them, flickering slightly, as if it was some kind of countdown.

The writer and the painter felt chills running down their backs at the same time, thinking that their inner plan was heard by the boss!

"Boom boom boom——"

After a while, there was a knock on the room door.

Writer Hill stood up and asked in a trilling voice: "Who?"

"It's me, open the door quickly." The clown's voice came from outside the door, and his voice became much more decadent and low.

The painter and Hill looked at each other.

Considering what happened just now, the clown should be here to convey the boss's instructions.

The painter spread his hands: "There is a high probability that we will take the initiative."

Hill sighed: "Oh... I'm really afraid of what will happen!"

The clown couldn't wait any longer and shouted: "What are you doing? I heard the painter's voice. What are you doing shamelessly in there and you have to close the door? Open the door. Open the door quickly. Don't hide in there and keep silent. !”

"Coming, coming..." Hill walked forward with heavy steps and opened the door for the clown.

The clown at the door was still wearing that funny mask, and there was also a bloody mark flashing between his eyebrows.

He squeezed in through the crack in the door and looked at Hill and the painter. Seeing that they were neatly dressed, he said suspiciously:

"What are you two doing in the room in broad daylight? Are you discussing some defection plan behind my back?"

Hill rolled his eyes and sat back on the sofa: "Are you a fool? Who dares to defect if there is an inner demon seal imprisoning our souls?"

The painter spread his hands and explained: "It's nothing. Hill and I are just having artistic exchanges."

The clown smiled and said: "It's best for you two to have artistic exchanges. I can find out the abnormalities of the puppet master, and naturally I can also find out whether you have any problems. Of course, I am not willing to pry into the privacy of my colleagues. It would hurt our feelings." Yeah~"

Hill was almost amused by the clown's words: "Relationships? Who talks about feelings with you! Clown, if you hadn't complained to the boss, how could the puppet master be forced to defect?"

The clown was anxious: "What does it have to do with me? It was he who wanted to rebel, and I was the one who rescued you. Otherwise, you would have fallen into the hands of Lin En now. Think about his methods, catch him How will you ravage this evil little lolita in the future?"

Hill had goosebumps: "Don't bring up this topic!"

The painter said coldly: "If it's not nutritious, it's better to say less. What's going on?"

He pointed to his eyebrows.

At this moment, the mark between his eyebrows had disappeared, but he could still feel that his life depended on the boss's thoughts.

The clown disagreed, sat down, and slapped his thigh: "It's not all Lope's fault!"

The painter narrowed his eyes: "Lope, he betrayed the boss, he should be dead now, right?"

The clown sneered: "Yes! I think so too, but he is still alive. With the help of Lin En, he completely got rid of the control of the boss's inner demon seal. He is like a free man with the sun shining on his shoulders, but we are just What a shame!”

A glimmer of light flashed through Hill's dim golden eyes: "Really or not, Lopez is still alive, Linn... how did he do it, God, this is impossible, I mean, this... It’s incredible!”

The clown looked at Hill strangely: "What, are you excited?"

Writer Hill knew that he had said something wrong and quickly defended: "No, no...I was just shocked. Then, wouldn't we be enemies with Lopez next?"

The clown sighed: "It's not good! When I think of being enemies with my former colleagues, I feel heartbroken and uncomfortable, and I can't do anything..."

Hill: "You should take it back, you don't believe it at all."

The painter looked at the clown: "Our inner demon seals have been activated. What the boss means is..."

The clown suppressed his smile: "This time, the boss was completely angered by Lin En's overstepping behavior. At the same time, he felt that we producers were all useless, and we would not show our full strength unless we were forced to do so. ."

"So, the boss only gave us a three-month countdown... Within three months, if Linn is still alive, the three of us will die!"

Hill cried with a sad face: "Does this mean I only have three months left in my life? Wuwuwu..."

The painter murmured: "What kind of work can I produce in three months?"

The clown whispered: "Death is not scary, waiting for death is scary, be afraid, hehehe~"

Hill covered his head: "Wow! You know how to make sarcastic remarks, please leave me alone!"

The clown stood up and straightened his clothes: "Anyway, the boss's words have been conveyed here. You can continue the artistic exchange. It's time for me to go back and think about how to kill Linn."

After saying that, the clown turned around, opened the door and left.

After the clown left, the room fell into silence.

Hill pursed his lips, "Three months...What can we do in three months? We are dead!"

The painter picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. The corners of his mouth were slightly sketched: "Compared with my short life, creating perfect works of art is my lifelong pursuit. Now, I finally see this opportunity!"

Hill said in a low voice: "Suppose, I mean suppose, if even you lose...what should I do? I don't have any plan to kill Linn with certainty now."

The painter stood up and glanced at Hill with complicated eyes: "Hill, you have to think more."