God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

On the corridor on the second floor of the quiet house and the floor of the bathroom, there were blood-stained footprints one after another, which seemed to be left by someone whose soles were stained with blood.

In the bathroom, Huang Wenjie, the culprit, always felt that something was not right. He looked out the door, his eyebrows tightened like a squirming caterpillar:

"Fat man? Why don't you say a word?"

"You're really not in a good state today..."

Under normal circumstances, the fat man should have echoed his words by now, right? Why is it so quiet this time?

Is it really because Slender Man died?

No way, the relationship in their team is not deep to begin with, and there are quite a few people who have died in the past. Why is it that this time someone died so fat that they couldn't hold back anymore?

Huang Wenjie's words made the fat man react quickly. He subconsciously wiped the sweat on his forehead and smiled with a dry throat:

"No, no, I'm just thinking about something..."

"Thinking about something?"

What Huang Wenjie saw was the fat man's back, and he didn't care. He put his head back and lowered his head to continue washing the towel:

"What are you thinking about? We are just gangsters. As long as we resist until the end and don't die, we can definitely pass the level,"

Huang Wenjie glanced at the bloody water in the basin with some disgust, poured out the water in the basin, turned on the faucet again and started washing:

"Our brains are not very powerful. We can gather some popularity points and find a way to get a few people to die in front of us-"

"Brother Huang!"

The fat man who had been silent suddenly interrupted Huang Wenjie's words.

Huang Wenjie was stunned, "What's wrong?"

The fat man looked down at the red blood on the floor, his fingers twitched unconsciously, and he whispered:

"Brother Huang, is it really okay if we do this?"

He licked his lips and said with some trembling: "How many people have been killed by these copies of us? Are there ten people? It should be about the same -"

"What are you thinking?"

Huang Wenjie directly interrupted the fat man's mumbling and sneered:

"How can there be only ten people? At least there must be, um, one hundred, fifty or sixty people, right?"

【? ? ? ? ? ? Did I hear it wrong? How many? ! 】

[Did you hear that correctly, one hundred, fifty or sixty people? 】

[Damn, they don’t look alike? ! ! 】

[I feel quite similar...at first glance, he looks like the kind of person who will do whatever it takes to survive for himself? 】

[emm, anyone who has watched their live broadcast several times can tell you something]

[I watched them play several times. It was indeed exciting, but also quite psychologically uncomfortable...]

[Expand and talk? 】

[To put it simply, it’s the kind where a few people with some brains but not many coax those who are naive or cowardly to die...]

[This is indeed a bit, um, difficult to comment on? 】

[...But are there too many dead people? 】

【…】

The fat man's body trembled, and he turned around to look at Huang Wenjie in the bathroom:

"How could there be so many people?! I have never harmed so many people..."

His voice gradually became smaller and smaller under Huang Wenjie's cold gaze, and finally disappeared silently.

Huang Wenjie stopped washing. He threw the towel into the basin and walked to the fat man step by step to stop.

"Fat man,"

Huang Wenjie raised his hand and patted the fat man on the shoulder, speaking in a gentle tone:

"You don't think that you only kill those anchors because they died for you, do you?"

The fat man was startled and said subconsciously: "No, isn't it?"

When Huang Wenjie heard this, he laughed out loud and the creases popped out of the corners of his eyes, as if he had heard something extremely funny.

"No, why didn't I realize you were so naive, Fatty?"

Huang Wenjie, who had laughed enough, patted the fat man on the shoulder again, and said happily:

"Fat man, we are on the same team, so as long as the anchor dies because of a few of us, it is considered to be killed by us together. Don't you understand this?"

The fat man stayed where he was. He wanted to retort: ​​"No, how can this be considered together? This shouldn't be the case. Brother Huang, I, I didn't kill many people..."

Huang Wenjie looked at him with a smile and shook his head: "Then did you hand over the knife?"

The fat man was startled.

Huang Wenjie added: "I remember there was a girl in one copy. She must be a novice anchor. She is pretty. Fatty, don't you have a crush on her?"

He twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, and said with a hint:

"Is one of us going to die at that time? I said push that girl out and let the ghost eat it, didn't you refuse?"

"Although the girl was not fat and you pushed her out, you didn't refuse, right?"

The flesh on the fat man's face trembled, and his muscles and nerves twitched so hard that his spirit began to collapse.

He wanted to refute but couldn't.

——Because what Huang Wenjie said is right.

It was only the last five minutes before the end of the mission, but the man-eating monster in the dungeon had already found their hiding place. One of them had to go out and attract the monster's attention, otherwise everyone would die.

No one wants to go out and die, everyone is the same.

As the only woman among the group, the girl who was chatting well with the fat man was pushed out by Huang Wenjie.

The fat man still remembers the heart-rending face of the girl who was holding his arm and crying.

——That is a rare person who does not dislike his appearance and figure.

They even have some subtle ambiguity.

But in the end, in order to survive, this little bit of uniqueness and ambiguity is as weak as a piece of paper.

It broke as soon as I stretched out my hand.

Huang Wenjie let go of his hand on the fat man's shoulder. There was still blood on his body that had not been wiped clean.

"Don't be naive, fat man."

"We have taken this path, but there is no way back that we can regret."

slam-la-

The faucet was turned on by Huang Wenjie again.

He picked up the towel and wiped the blood and mucus membranes on his body:

"Even most of our current audience only pays attention to us to watch rebellion and murder,"

"Do you really think we can get away?"

"Don't be stupid, there is nothing wrong with doing this to survive."

The fat man turned pale.

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After Huang Wenjie and the fat man left, the room behind them was slowly opened.

Feng Dong, who was full of muscles, swallowed his saliva, patted Yao Cheng's shoulder next to him, and whispered:

"Hey, they don't look like people who know how to kill. I didn't expect to kill so many people..."

Yao Cheng still had that dead look on his face: "It has nothing to do with us, just leave quickly."

Feng Dong yelled, and when he was about to leave, he was pulled back by Yao Cheng.

"……What's wrong?"

Yao Cheng stared at the bloody footprints on the floor and frowned:

"Be careful, don't step on this blood."