[Comprehensive British and American] Write Lei Wen in the name of Super Reverse

In the audience, there was only one murderer who was not convinced by the sensation caused by Baguoxia.

In his mind, he should be the protagonist in this exchange meeting.

His name is Sibis, nicknamed "Wind Chime Maker", and he is also one of Deathstroke's targets tonight.

When he was very young, he had already learned how to torture and kill small animals and cut off their heads.

Although he only really started killing people at the age of 19, so far, he has killed and dismembered 170 five girls, pulled out their ribs, and made them into various wind chimes.

In his imagination, such a large number of crimes should make him stand out from his peers and be far ahead.

Who knew that a blustery guy would pop up halfway and steal his limelight.

As he listened more and more aggrieved, a red-haired woman walked in from the door, wearing a long green dress, with a graceful figure.

"I'm late. Excuse me, is this a writer's exchange?" She asked naively.

All the killers were excited, they showed greedy eyes, and sniffed vigorously—ah, this is the breath of prey.

"Of course," the host excitedly invited, "come in. You are the last guest."

He walked over, seemingly inviting the woman in, but secretly locked the door.

Now, Baguoxia and Jerry, Deathstroke, the woman who was regarded as prey, were all locked up with these murderers.

Sibbes had an idea.

He raised his hand, and without waiting for anyone to react, he said to Baguoxia: "I'm Sibis, may I ask the Flame Dieter, do you dare to accept a live challenge? I want to know who is better between the two of us, There is an 'assistant' here."

He pointed to the redhead.

"Live challenge"?

Bei Guoxia was a little dazed, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration: Could this be the legendary...making friends through writing?

He has only seen such scenes in ancient texts:

A poet wrote a poem, another colleague expressed dissatisfaction, and wrote a more brilliant one on the spot for everyone to read, so as to score.

There seems to be no such scene in modern literary exchange meetings. Everyone either does not exchange works, or just presents previous works or works that have been prepared for a few weeks.

I didn't expect the quality of this exchange meeting to be so high!

They are not here for rhetoric, nor for eating, drinking and having fun, they are really here for literary exchanges!

Baguoxia was moved by this spirit.

"Do you dare?" Sibbs still looked at him provocatively.

Although Baguoxia is just a writer, he is still far from a real writer.

But at this moment, he was surrounded by peers, how could he be cowardly?

"Of course, how do you want to compare?" Baguoxia asked.

After all, he has never had any experience in "Wen Dou", so he is determined to listen to the rules first.

"Let's 'theory' first, and then 'practice'." Sibis said, "First, we will use this woman as the protagonist and describe what we can do to her. After the description, let everyone vote. The winner must practice on the spot and explain the operation with facts. feasibility."

Not only to conceive, but to write on the spot?

Bei Guoxia was stunned: Is this the quality of a professional writer?love it.

Bei Guoxia nodded vigorously, and asked, "Are there any restrictions on subject matter and style?"

"Use the style we are best at." Sibbis without thinking.

Bei Guoxia scratched her head, a little confused: "If our styles are different, by what standard should we judge?"

For example, he wrote dramas, he wrote spoofs, he wrote farming, he wrote adventures...

The themes and styles are different, how can we judge the high and low?

"Of course it depends on which of us can calm them down," Sibbs said impatiently. "They vote, what does it matter to us?"

Bei Guoxia was startled, and realized again:

It turns out that this is the real fairness!

Subject matter and style have never been the reason to criticize a writer. The only criterion for judging a work is whether it can move people's hearts.

No matter what kind of subject matter, it can be played freely in the hands of the master.

And he sticks to subject matter and style everywhere, which is really too narrow.

Sibis's ideological realm was too outstanding and detached, which made Baguoxia feel ashamed instantly.

"Great," the host said with a smile on his face. "Then, let me be the referee for you guys. The game begins."

Sibbes circled the redhead round and round.

Bei Guoxia stood aside with her arms folded, lost in thought like a log.

"My usual method, first, I will anesthetize her," Sibbis began to state, "accompanied by the melodious music of "The Blue Danube", I will cut her neck open, and let her watch her blood being swallowed awake. Put it in a bowl and record it all with a video camera.

"After her blood dries up, I will dismember her, peel off the skin and put it on my body, then chop up her meat and make various foods, and sell it as breakfast to those who are eager to go to work.

"And her bones will be polished by me and used to make various bone products.

"Every part of her is beneficial, and no part will go to waste.

"The policemen who arrested me were at a loss for what to do with me. I would exchange every part of the body for clues in exchange for a reduced sentence. They had to agree."

Baguoxia was a little depressed:

It turns out that Sibis is a writer who is good at using No.1 titles to criticize current malpractices through horror literature.

Moreover, Sibis is really good at shaping the atmosphere.

Unknowingly, even he, the challenger, was a little scared.

He looked around, and almost everyone had heavy expressions on their faces that seemed to be suppressing something.

They were clearly impressed.

The chances of winning are slim.

System: "Can you be a little promising?"

System: "Where is this? You wake me up!"

Baguoxia turned to look at Jerry, and his eyes met.

Fuck, never fall down here.

"My usual approach is to let her fall in love with a man who controls the lifeblood of the global economy," Baguoxia said in a desperate battle. "Being abused by this man, her kidneys and eyes are gouged out, her reputation is ruined, and she is devastated both socially and physically. Ashes are thrown, there is no whole body to die.

"After she died, this man must regret it within three hours, throw away his family property, lose his mind, go crazy, and use his wealth to stir up social chaos. All the wealthy families will be implicated and buried with her."

Sibbs was taken aback when he heard that.

All the murderers were also stunned when they heard this.

What kind of murderous conspiracy is this, what kind of intelligent murderer is this?

Compared with him, these criminals who tried not to cause too much turmoil in the society and only killed individuals alone could be regarded as innocent and harmless.

In an instant, there was thunderous applause.

"Come on, you will be famous in history!" The murderer in the first row rushed up and hugged Bei Guoxia with tears in his eyes.

Leave a name in history... Is this an exaggeration?

Bei Guoxia was a little shy, but also a little happy.

Being recognized by such peers made him a little swell for a while.

"Although your 'theory' is very, very good," said the host, applauding, "it's taking too long, and we want a quick fix. So, you don't mind if we let Sibbis do it?"

"I don't mind." Bei Guoxia said, "Actually, it's not difficult for me to make this outline. I'll go get the computer. We will do it at the same time."

"Isn't it difficult?" The host heard more and more admiration, "Okay, since you said so."

He didn't suspect that the other party wanted to use the computer:

This is a man who wants to use a woman to calculate and control the lifeline of the global economy.

Of course a computer is needed to make a detailed plan.

Bei Guoxia walked to the last row, bearing the baptism of all kinds of eyes along the way.

He sat down in the corner and turned on the computer.

Sibbs opened his suitcase.

Inside were a chainsaw, knives of various sizes, measuring cups and medicine bottles.

Sibbs picked up the medicine bottle and walked towards the woman.

Before the game, she had been watching a show, standing aside as if she had nothing to do with herself.

This made Sibis feel contemptuous, so he improved a more cruel method of killing.

"I've heard enough," said the redhead lazily.

She raised her arms, and countless vines climbed out of the landscape pot, approaching everyone menacingly.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the death knell under the stage shot suddenly and smashed the chandelier.

He didn't know the purpose of Poison Ivy's coming here, but one thing was clear:

Don't let Poison Ivy ruin the mission.

The scene suddenly fell into darkness.

Deathstroke took off his suit in the dark, revealed his uniform, and put on his hood again.

Taking advantage of the panic among the crowd, he assassinated several targets in a row.

The killers are not easy-going lamps either. Realizing that someone is slaughtering in the dark, they also take out various weapons to defend themselves.

Many of Poison Ivy's vines were cut down by Deathstroke.

Poison Ivy is angry.

She was originally entrusted by the Riddler to capture a young man, but unexpectedly met Deathstroke by coincidence.

She bound Deathstroke's knife with many vines, and shouted, "What do you think you are doing? Bastard!"

"Do my own thing." Deathstroke replied calmly, "Don't get in my way."

Bei Guoxia hugged the computer, feeling a little dazed.

First, the chandelier exploded inexplicably, followed by the sound of chaos, fighting and screams from the crowd.

This is... a terrorist attack?

God, someone is persecuting these poor writers!

But he didn't know the name of the murderer who made trouble at the scene.

Have it.

Bei Guoxia used her brains and quickly typed lines on the keyboard.

Sibis was lucky enough not to be killed by the death knell. He held the chainsaw and hid vigilantly in the corner.

Suddenly, he felt a force pouring into his limbs, and in the dark, he realized:

This is the majesty of heaven and earth, the essence of Xuanhuang.

That's right, when he gathers all the essence of the world when the moon is dark and the wind is high, he is about to ascend!

He raised his head, opened his mouth, and a golden light shot out from his mouth, penetrating a corner of the ceiling.

The moonlight shone faintly, making the room brighter.

At this time, Sibis had a long beard, bare feet, and a pitch-black robe, like a powerful man in a fantasy novel.

The strong spiritual pressure emanating from his body was like an overlord's color, instantly immobilizing everyone in the audience.

He looked at the death knell indifferently, and said coldly: "The light of a firefly dares to compete with the bright moon!?"

Deathstroke: "..."

A fly came from nowhere.

Sibbs raised his hand and let the fly land on his arm.

System: "Flies?"

Baguoxia responded in her mind while typing frantically:

"It's actually Goshawk, I made a typo. Please, now is not the time to care about this. Human life is at stake!"

Sibis handed the fly that landed on his arm to the death knell, and continued to say lightly:

"30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi, when you bullied me, humiliated me and destroyed my family, did you ever think about today?

"This fly, does it remember the smell of blood on your body?"

Deathstroke: "???"

He killed the other party's family?when?

Sibis let go of the fly, and the words "immortal style and bone" were vividly reflected in him:

"Don't be afraid, everyone, the murderer has been subdued by me."

The murderers were overjoyed.

Although I don't know what the origin of this Sibis is, it is of course a good thing that I don't have to fight the death knell.

"I have sent a voice transmission thousands of miles away to tell the police to come here quickly, and we will be saved soon." Sibis said lightly.

Killers: ? ? ?

"Don't thank me, it's a trivial matter, don't worry about it. I will stay here with you until the police arrive."

Sibis stood upright with his hands behind his back in the moonlight.

Killers: Nima!

"What are you doing?"

Bei Guoxia was startled, subconsciously hugged the computer, and blocked the screen with her body.

Turning around, it turned out to be Connor.

"Why are you here?" he asked in surprise and joy.

"Oh," Connor explained, "I saw that the lights were off here, so I came here to see what happened. As a result..."

Connor narrowed his eyes and looked at Sibbs in the center of the room: "Who is that?"

"A writer." Bei Guoxia said, "My colleague, we were still discussing each other just now. He... seems to have awakened some kind of power."

"Mutant?"

"……perhaps?"

Connor was not interested, turned his head after taking a look, and proposed: "I heard the sound of a police car parked downstairs, should we leave directly?"

Bei Guoxia looked at the stage, and Jerry couldn't move because of the plot, but it seemed that he should be fine.

Waiting for the police here, the police will ask about your identity certificate, and someone will come to release you on bail.

This process is tricky and complicated.

Now everyone is trapped by the plot, no one pays attention to him, it is a good opportunity.

"Well, let's go first," he said.

Connor wraps his arms around him and flies out the window.

They were in the air, watching the police cars pouring down the hotel from all directions.

Many police officers rushed to the top floor and handcuffed Deathstroke and Poison Ivy.

The two of them walked out of the room fairly honestly amid the shouting of orders.

The others, including Jerry, were politely asked by the police to go back and take notes.

Sibis also got rid of the plot and became an ordinary person again. He looked at the scene in front of him very blankly.

what's the situation?

Just now, he was eating barbecue and discussing killing skills, but he was arrested in a blink of an eye?

And more importantly, why was everyone staring at him with hatred?

In the morning, the major media frenziedly reported: "Director Gordon once again cracked a series of serious cases, arrested many national serial murderers who had fled for several years, ten years, and twenty years, and rescued several innocent people.

"Governments all over the country have sent letters of thanks. Director Gordon said that this operation is inseparable from the strong support of mayoral candidate Harvey Dent..."

At this time, Baguoxia was already sitting at the dining table, soaking milk with Crisp Valley.

The Severed Hand was handing out plates of pancakes.

Suddenly, he heard Sibbes' name on TV.

He sighed sadly to the system in his heart:

"What a conscious writer this should have been."

"At the same time," the TV continued, "we are urgently looking for a serial killer nicknamed 'Flame Killer'..."

The milk in Baguoxia's mouth spurted out.

The system asked coolly: "Do you still feel it's a pity?"

Baguoxia: No, I wish him the best of luck in prison and rot in prison.