Infinity: Others play games with krypton gold, I play games with krypton life

The overly bright lights made the room look bleak. The benches in the waiting room were overturned and the floor was covered with broken glass, making it impossible to step.

Through the hole in the door lock, Xiao Qianchuan saw all the people confronting each other.

The gentleman wearing gold-rimmed glasses frowned slightly, "So, new players must pay you protection money?"

"No! It's money to buy your life."

The old player in a floral shirt answered nonchalantly while flirting with the twin-tailed girl beside him.

Hearing this, the bald fat man who was sitting on a half-chair jumped up.

"Fuck you, why are you treating me like a sheep? What the hell is this game... and the live broadcast room? It's a prank show, right? I don't want to play..."

"Bang!"

A loud noise came from behind the man.

A dark-skinned sturdy man stood by the wall, his muscular arms exerting a little force, holding the axe that he had just pried out of the fire cabinet, and looking down at everyone. His flat tone sounded more like a robot than the system.

"Old rules, new sheep are offered as sacrifices."

The bald man glanced at the sharp blade of the axe and swallowed back the curse that was about to come out of his mouth.

Suddenly, the only sound in the hall was the neurotic sobbing of the woman holding the child in the corner.

"Woo woo! Baby, don't be afraid... Mommy is here. Be good, baby... Be good, baby..."

Withdrawing his gaze from the woman's arms, Xiao Qianchuan gently moved away from the door and sat down against the wall.

He closed his eyelashes and his mind became clear.

Judging from what happened just now, the muscular man, the man in the floral shirt and the man with twin ponytails outside the door are all old players.

There are 5 new players in total, including the bald man, the woman and the child in her arms, the man with glasses, and myself.

Xiao Qianchuan was glad that they did not discover him. At present, in the eyes of the old players, there were only four sheep.

This game has a first kill reward, so there must be competition among players. Old players are used to exploiting newcomers.

Oh! Interesting.

The fact that he was injured must not be exposed. As long as he avoided them and relied on his own innate skills, he should be able to survive to the end even if he fought alone.

As Xiao Qianchuan was thinking this, there was a sudden roar and a black shadow smashed through the door and fell in.

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Xiao Qianchuan: “…”

what's the situation?

He immediately adjusted his posture, calmed down his emotions, slowly opened his eyes, and pretended to have just woken up. "Huh? What are you doing?"

……

A lazy voice floated over and everyone turned their heads.

No one expected that there was someone behind the door.

The man was slowly sitting up on the ground, with a slender white wrist exposed at his sleeve, as if it would melt if gently pinched. Perhaps because he was exerting force, the other party's slender knuckles were slightly white, which made people want to go forward and hold him and pull him up.

He sat up straight and looked at everyone in confusion. Everyone finally saw his face clearly.

Delicate and beautiful, pale and sickly.

Like a lifeless porcelain doll, exquisitely crafted, yet shattered at the slightest touch.

The boy yawned slowly and rubbed his eyes.

The man in the flowered shirt stared at the small red mole under the other man's eye, his entire attention drawn to him.

A certain desire that he had been suppressing in his heart was suddenly aroused, and he couldn't help thinking about it.

The other person must look beautiful when crying in despair.

"Hello! My name is Hua Meinan. Is this your first time entering the game? Such a beautiful girl, it's very dangerous!"

Looking at the stunned boy, he raised his chin, licked his lips, and said frivolously, "But don't worry, you are very cute. Call me Brother Hua, and I will protect you in this game."

Xiao Qianchuan: "???"

This person must have some serious illness in his brain!

Although he didn't show it on his face, Xiao Qianchuan was roaring inwardly.

This system is definitely cheating him!

At this moment, he just wanted to make the system spit out some prop that could turn back time, return to five minutes ago, and give himself a claw.

Why did this idiot poke the door lock?

However, the system was very good at playing dead. No matter how "cordially" Xiao Qianchuan greeted him, the other party didn't make even a sound of electricity.

Xiao Qianchuan raised his head and sighed silently, he was afraid that he could not keep himself out of trouble now.

"Teacher Xiao! Oh my God! It's really you."

The boy seemed to be still asleep, and looked confused and dazed.

"Hmm? Teacher Sun, what are you...ah! What...what is that?"

Sun Zheng followed the other person's gaze, his face froze, and his pupils dilated instantly.

The bald fat man was still lying on the ground, covering his chest and howling. When he turned around, he was facing a distorted and terrifying face of a rotten corpse.

"Ah...ah..."

There was a scream, like a drake being strangled by the neck.

He immediately jumped up from the ground, using his hands and feet to back away until his back was pressed against the wall and he slowly regained his voice.

"Fuck! What is this?"

Looking at the strange monster on the ground, Sun Zheng's face turned pale. His voice trembled unconsciously, and he turned to face Xiao Qianchuan, forcing himself to remain calm.

"Don't... don't look at it. Something is wrong here. Teacher Xiao, please follow me closely later."

Xiao Qianchuan nodded, his voice soft and obedient, "Thank you, Teacher Sun."

Glancing at the monster on the ground, the muscular man was obviously not interested. He walked up to the boy and looked at the skinny little guy in front of him.

Sun Zheng subconsciously took two steps back and pushed forward again, "Sir, it seems impolite to stare at others like this."

The muscular man glared at him and Sun Zheng fell silent.

The boy seemed a little afraid of him. He lowered his head with his eyelashes fluttering, like a wounded butterfly still trying hard to fly high.

The muscular man's mind was in a mess and he forgot to ask whether the corpse had anything to do with him. He just wanted to reach out and fiddle with the two butterflies.

As soon as his arm moved, the boy suddenly raised his head. His eyes were slightly red, and he looked like he was about to cry. He asked in a trembling voice, like a frightened rabbit.

"Is someone...dead?"

The pale lips trembled, and the boy hugged his knees tightly with both hands.

"He...he...I didn't kill him. Believe me! You were right in front of me when I just opened my eyes. I definitely didn't kill this person. I was half asleep and I seemed to hear some game. We are here to solve the case, right? I am not the murderer."