Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

The hunter only said that if the man won the game, he would let him go.

But he did not say what punishment the man would face if he lost the game.

But the hunter only said one puzzling sentence, "Don't worry, you won't lose."

The man stared at the hunter closely. He wanted to find a trace of teasing on the hunter's face, but he found that the hunter had no intention of continuing to play tricks on him.

Did the hunter check the magazine when he wasn't paying attention?

If there is still a bullet in the gun and that bullet is in the sixth position, the hunter will still be shot and the man will win.

The man picked up the pistol as if resigned to his fate. He had a hunch that the shot would definitely go off.

He just wanted to end this game quickly. As for what the outcome would be, he no longer wanted to think about it.

He pulled the trigger, and in an instant, he felt the high temperature caused by the bullet's speed, as if his entire head was boiling.

What surprised him was that, apart from the magma-like temperature, he didn't feel any pain.

His vision quickly turned into blur, and then turned into darkness. The man's body hit the ground heavily, and he seemed to have no breath.

The hunter picked up the gun slowly and raised it to his temple. Suddenly he remembered that only half of his head was left.

In desperation, the hunter had no choice but to stick the muzzle of the gun to his neck.

The sixth shot was also fired.

The man seemed to hear a violent gunshot. He opened his eyes and saw that he was in a very narrow space.

"Where am I...am I already dead?" he thought, "could it be that everything just now was just my hallucination? Or...did I have a dream?"

The reality was crueler than his imagination. The next second, he heard a familiar sentence.

"Also, there is another person behind the door..."

The man's eyes suddenly opened wide. This time, he did not choose to run away.

The hunter quickly found where he was hiding and handed him the gun.

But he remembered that the pistol was clean, but now it was stained with blood.

"Kill me, kill me." The man begged desperately.

He heard the hunter say coldly: "Our game is not over yet, let's continue."

The man's face was ashen. When he raised his head, he saw that the hunter was becoming more and more mutilated. Before, he still had about a third of his face and neck, but now only the part below the collarbone was left.

The man could probably guess that the sixth shot also had bullets.

He grabbed the pistol and shot himself five times in the head. There was not a single bullet in the gun.

He couldn't believe it, and he pulled the trigger again like a maniac.

Bah!

He did not die, but returned once again to before he was discovered by the hunter.

The man finally understood why the hunter said he would definitely win this game.

Because, as long as he loses, he will go back to the beginning of the game and play the game again.

The number of bullets in the gun is variable each time. The first time is three, the second time is one, or there are all bullets, or there may be no bullets at all.

The price of losing is to endure the next round of pain and death.

He did not have the right to refuse the start of the game. Even if he did nothing, the hunter would thoughtfully put the gun into his hand, then hold his hand and continue with the next shot.

I don’t know how many rounds of the game were played. The man held the pistol and repeated mechanical movements.

He no longer cared about how many bullets were left in the gun. After firing, he fired again at the hunter.

I have to say that his luck is still better than that of the hunter.

On the 100th game, the hunter's upper body was beaten to pieces, including his two arms.

The subsequent shooting can only be done by the man. He can also choose not to fire, but the price is that every three minutes of the game, the area where he was shot will become itchy and painful.

The bullet hit the hunter's body again, leaving only the part below the knee of his right leg. Although his left leg was better, it was also full of bullet holes.

After the shot, the man tried to put the gun to his head again, but found that the gun was missing.

"The sixth shot hit, you win."

The man raised his head blankly, the hunter's body returned to its original appearance, and the gun returned to his hand.

The man was still in a daze, and it took a few minutes for him to remember.

There were two bullets in this plate, the second and sixth shots, and he himself shot the first, third, and fifth shots, but none of them hit.

After not speaking for so long, the man felt that his language system had regressed.

He didn't stand up and opened his mouth. After a long time, he suppressed a sentence.

"So, I can leave?"

"Of course." The hunter replied, "Do you need me to give you a hand?"

"No...I mean, no need."

The man didn't feel happy about winning the game. He staggered towards the door like a puppet on strings.

In just a few steps, he walked awkwardly and almost deviated from the direction.

He didn't know what was wrong with him. Although less than three minutes had passed in real time, it felt like decades had passed.

There is one more step, he can cross this threshold and go home.

The man glanced back inexplicably. The hunter was standing in the center of the banquet hall. The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, like a child preparing to play a prank.

His half-smiling expression made the man shudder. Would the hunter really let him go so easily?

The sudden panic overwhelmed the man, and his tense nerves finally broke. He waved his hands and feet like a madman and fled away desperately.

The sunshine outside still maintains a warm temperature, as if it has put a warm coat on the man.

However, the next second, the man noticed something was wrong.

The air around him seemed to be distorted, and he knew he could not see the shape of the air because it was transparent.

But he felt it, as if he were surrounded by ten million bullets made of air.

Those bullets penetrated his skin at the same time, but there was no sound at all.

The hunter walked out slowly and leisurely. Lying on the ground was a humanoid corpse with bleeding holes everywhere, but the forensic doctor would not find any physical bullets in the man's body.

Because those bullets do not belong to this time and space.

"It failed again. Fortunately, I think this person is pretty lucky. It's an experiment that is completely feasible in theory, so why can't it achieve the results I want? Alas..." the hunter lamented, "could it really be true? No one can defeat the power of time?"

He looked at the messy room and said to his two subordinates: "Before the sun sets, I want to see you find two new corpses. This matter will be over for today."

After that, he threw the watch to Luen, and he sat on the steps at the door, as if thinking about something.

Lu En said to his companions in surprise: "He... actually let the last person go? If this matter spreads, wouldn't it have a very bad impact on us?"

"You don't know yet, but he has a taboo. As long as he does it himself and starts counting, he will only kill three people a day. If there is a fourth person, his life will be spared."

"Ah?" Lu En was a little confused, but he didn't dare to ask any more questions.

People at the bottom like them have killed a lot of people, and hunters have a much higher status than them.

A killer who kills many people is actually afraid of the number "4".

Runen glanced at the time. It was now 5:36 pm, and they only had about an hour.

The two walked around the hall, and their companion asked: "Lun, have you thought of a place where you can hide people?"

Luen shook his head. In fact, not only did he not know where to hide people, he didn't even have a clue where to start looking.

The terrain of the banquet hall was complex, with many blind spots and dark rooms. It was their first time here and they had no idea where the three people would be hiding.

Even though they had seen the guest list and knew who had come to the event, they had no idea who had died.

Moreover, one hour sounds like a long time, but in fact it is not enough for them to compare the appearance of the corpses one by one.

"Wait a minute, Lu En..." the companion said, "Do you remember that when we entered the venue, we saw a woman pushing a stroller."

It was a stroller specially prepared for children under three years old. It was slightly smaller than a stroller and could allow children to sit in it.

"Really?" Luen frowned.

When he said this, Lu En really remembered it.

When entering the banquet hall, every guest had to go through security check, and the three of them used some special means to avoid security check.

The stroller brought by the woman could not be put into the security inspection aisle, so it was checked by employees, which delayed it for a long time.

Since she came in with a stroller, it meant there was at least one child in the banquet hall.

However, they did not see the child's body.

Either the child was killed in the chaos, or his mother took him into hiding.

Lu En looked away and found the pushed over stroller. He checked it carefully and found that there was indeed no obvious blood around it, and the safety buckle on it was also opened.

What he least expected to happen happened - the child was still alive.

Luen is not a person with overflowing sympathy. When faced with his own name and the names of others, he will definitely let himself survive first, but he still cannot attack a young child.

His companion quickly realized this. He bit his lip and shook his head gently at Luen.

Besides the poor kid, they had two other options.

Lu En turned around and pretended that nothing happened. Unfortunately, he hit the wind chime toy on the stroller.

When he heard the clear and sweet sound of the wind chimes, a violent and childish cry broke out from a corner.

The crying only lasted for a few seconds before someone forced him back, but intermittent sobbing could still be heard.

Luen and his companions froze on the spot. They wanted to pretend that nothing happened, but the hunter sitting at the door had extremely good hearing and could even hear movements hundreds of meters away, not to mention that he was only separated from the source of the sound. It's more than ten meters away.

The two looked at each other, and their companion chased after him first, while Luen followed him.

None of them expected that the crying would erupt from the mountain of corpses.

In other words, the woman with the child was not hiding somewhere they didn't expect. On the contrary, she was right under their noses.

The companion moved the corpses piled in front away, and soon he saw two points of light shining through the darkness.

The woman looked at them warily. The child in her arms was twitching. She didn't know whether it was crying like this or suffering from some disease.

Lu En glanced at the woman's dress. The guests invited to this banquet were all distinguished guests, and the woman was no exception.

She was wearing a tall evening dress, and although her hair was messy, it could be seen that she was taking good care of it.

In order to maintain a good figure, she is on the thin side, and the arm that protects the child is soft and slender, which also means that a woman is no match for two adult men.

What's more, Luen and his companions are not ordinary people, but superpowers.

While Luen was observing the woman, the woman also gave him a vicious look, as if she wanted to scare them away with her eyes.

Unfortunately, Luen and his companions were stagnant, not because they were frightened by her, but because they were tortured by their consciences.

As long as they kill the two people in front of them, they can survive and don't have to worry about finding the last person.

But what crime is a three-year-old child guilty of?

Roen turned his head with difficulty and glanced out the window, the sun was gradually setting in the west.

Time was running out. Judging from the speed of sunset, they only had less than half an hour left.

"I'll go look around again, maybe I'll find something..." Luen whispered to his companion, "You... just stay here and guard."

The woman's face also showed an expression of incomprehension. She originally thought that these two people were crazy people who regarded killing as fun.

Now it seems like they have something else to hide?

Just now, her attention was on the child and she didn't hear what the hunter said.

Her child was only a little over two years old and could not communicate with adults yet, and she did not know how to explain to her child what had happened.

All she could do was cover the child's mouth and nose to prevent him from distressing.

Fortunately, the child is still young and gets sleepy easily, especially at night. He would take a nap without crying.

But when the hunter played Russian Roulette, the gunshots were so deafening that they woke up the child in her arms.

And because there were corpses all around and the stench was overwhelming, tears quickly filled the corners of the child's eyes.

At first, he just sobbed quietly, and the woman quickly patted his back gently to comfort him.

But Rune hit the stroller, and the child heard the familiar sound of wind chimes, and could no longer hold back his emotions, and burst into tears.

The woman thought hopelessly. If the two men didn't take action directly, did it mean that she and the child still had a chance to survive?