Born to Be Rebellious [Quick Transmigration]

Gosho went to his room first.

The furniture is European-style, and the whole room has a distinct feminine beauty, with delicate corners and corners. Except for the messy bed sheets, the whole room is tidy and meticulous.

Ge Xiu took a flashlight, walked to the dressing table, and casually looked at the accessories and photo albums placed on it.

Just as he picked up a small pocket watch to look at it, a piercing scream suddenly pierced the darkness and came in through layers of walls.

Ge Xiu turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

The pale man leaned against the wall, and when he saw the other party looking up, he raised his eyebrows: "Go and see?"

"Okay." Ge Xiu shrugged, put the pocket watch back on the table with a "da", turned and walked out.

When the two of them came downstairs, some players who heard the news had already gathered there. They stood pale in front of the porch connecting the hall and the side hall, not daring to take a step forward. The flashlight shone into the darkness, illuminating the scene in the porch.

Large pieces of blood and minced meat splashed on the wall, like a bloody abstract painting, on the ground, there was a person lying on his back.

His eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, his pale face was bloodless, and his expression was frozen in pain and horror—his arms were broken and disappeared from the waist down, and broken intestines flowed from his stomach He came out and lay crookedly on the ground, the thick carpet had been soaked with blood, showing a heavy dark red under the light of the flashlight.

The other player stood by the wall, as if it was the only way to maintain a standing posture.

He seems to be the player who teamed up with the dead.

The player's face was dismal, and he stammered: "I, I don't know why it happened like this, I was in the side hall opposite when it happened... I didn't see him for about 2 minutes, By the time I realized something was wrong and ran over, he had already become like this..."

Du Yan's face was serious: "You don't know what attacked him?"

The player shook his head tremblingly:

"No, I don't know."

Du Yan's complexion was even uglier.

He suggested forming a team at the beginning because the situation and rules in this dungeon were unclear. If he formed a team, even if some players died, his teammates would still be able to learn some information from it. But the current situation has backfired. The person died, but no clues were left.

He asked a few more questions unwillingly, but that teammate really didn't know what to ask.

— Heard nothing, saw nothing, knew nothing.

While Du Yan was thinking hard, he saw a player passing by him and walking towards the corridor full of minced meat and blood.

He hurriedly reminded:

"Hey! I don't know if it's dangerous or not..."

Before Du Yan finished speaking, Ge Xiu had already walked to the corpse at this moment.

He stops his pace.

Everyone was startled, looking at the player who boldly walked into the dangerous area with trepidation, subconsciously holding their breath.

However nothing happened.

Ge Xiu turned his head and glanced at Du Yan, and said casually:

"Now you know."

Du Yan: "..."

Ge Xiu squatted down, squinted his eyes, and carefully looked at the corpse lying on the ground in a strange posture.

He stretched out his hands—everyone could not help but gasp—the young man squatting not far away grasped the broken arms of the corpse without any psychological barriers, and pulled the arm that had lost the lower half of the elbow. Clinging to the sides of the corpse, he tore off a piece of ornately decorated tapestry from the wall, wiped the broken surface of the corpse's upper body, and pushed back the scattered intestines by the way.

Everyone: "..."

shit.

A few minutes later, Gexiu stood up from the corpse, then turned and walked towards the crowd.

The young man's face was pale and calm, his hands hanging by his sides were covered with blood, thick drops of blood slowly fell from his fingertips, under the light of the flashlight, both hands were dyed a terrifying scarlet, that Zhang's face, which is so beautiful that it doesn't look like a real person, looks very ghostly in the large black and red scene behind him.

The players subconsciously took a step back.

Gosho turned a blind eye to this.

He reached out and pulled down another piece of tapestry hanging at the end of the corridor, and wiped his hands skillfully on it.

The life-suspecting ghost just now seemed to have turned back into a living person again.

Du Yan calmed down and asked, "How is it? Did you find anything?"

Gosho shrugged noncommittally.

Someone boldly looked at the corpse lying on the other end of the corridor, and saw the corpse lying straight on the ground with its only remaining arm sticking to its side.

The broken surface from the elbow to the waist was clearly exposed after wiping. Under the illumination of the flashlight, it actually showed a perfect and regular arc, as if a line was drawn on his waist with a compass. The part inside the circle was completely swallowed by the void.

"That's right." Ge Xiu seemed to remember something, and handed a card to Du Yan with his bloody hand: "It's on him."

Du Yan took the card.

That was the identity card that the players drew from outside the iron gate before entering the house.

The edge of the card was stained red with blood, and the smooth surface was stained with bloody fingerprints, obviously from the young man who handed it to him.

On the card is the symbol of a hoe.

It should be the gardener.

Du Yan made a decisive decision. He looked up at the players, and suggested: "Everyone go to his room now, hurry up, first go to see the clues of his identity, find out his responsibilities, and see what he and his friends are doing. What is the connection with the identities of other players..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by a pale player:

"I'm not going! I want to go to you!"

Another player who seemed to be a novice nodded vigorously, his face was wrinkled with panic and fear, his pale forehead was soaked in sweat, and he said tremblingly: "He died when he went to his room, Who knows what's in there, whether there are any conditions to achieve death... or something, anyway, I dare not..."

There is no logic in his words.

All players who have a little understanding of the rules of the game will know that the conditions for triggering death cannot be so simple.

But in darkness and pressure, the human heart will become extremely fragile, and it is easier to be suspicious, and listen to some seemingly reasonable remarks on the surface.

A wave of panic surged through the crowd.

The whispers exuding the smell of despair hooked out the fear in people's hearts, and the mistrust snowballed like a snowball.

"How could this game kill players in such a simple way!" A player who had also experienced role-playing raised his voice impatiently: "If a person dies, his line will be broken. If you don't go now, in case tomorrow It's going to be in the main story, and there are other people involved."

"Didn't it say that there are three chances?" The questioning voice sounded again: "But we only have one life!"

"Yes, yes!" a player echoed.

"Do you know how precious these three opportunities are!" Du Yan was a little annoyed: "Do you really want to know the result of the failure of role-playing?"

He sneered, "Whether you go or not is up to you."

The whole scene suddenly became uncontrollable.

In role-playing dungeons, the cooperation between players is the most important.

And fear and anger will drive people to do irrational words and deeds-this is the biggest difficulty of this kind of dungeon, because every time a player dies, a character will be vacant, but the script is often interlocking, The loss of one link will lead to subsequent collapse.

The atmosphere is tense and explosive.

Gosho yawned.

He glanced at the tense crowd without interest, then turned and walked in the opposite direction.

The man who had been watching this farce with cold eyes since just now saw him leave, and also followed him. He asked as he walked, "Where are you going?"

"Sleep." Ge Xiu replied without hesitation.

"You don't want to visit the gardener's room?" the man asked with great interest.

Ge Xiu walked up the stairs without stopping: "I don't want to."

"Why?" The other party asked persistently.

Ge Xiu turned his head to look at him, frowned and asked, "Why do you have so many questions?"

The man shrugged innocently: "Just curious."

Ge Xiu gave a "tsk", and then asked casually, "Why do you think I am?"

"Is there a reward for guessing correctly?"

The man raised his lips.

Ge Xiu shrugged: "I'll think about it."

The two walked towards the top of the stairs one after the other, and quickly left the chaotic discussions of the players behind.

The noisy human voice seemed to come from a very far away place.

The stairwell in front of me was like a narrow world isolated from the outside world, only the even footsteps of the two echoed in it.

"I guess..." The man narrowed his eyes slightly, a smile crossed his pale thin lips, his dark eyes stared fixedly at the innocent young man in front of him, his lowered voice seemed contemptuous and hoarse in the dark night :

"You have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

Ge Xiu closed his steps slightly, turned his head to look at the man who was following behind him, who was only two steps lower than him, and raised the corners of his lips:

"Huh."

The smile on the man's lips widened: "What's the reward?"

Gexiu turned his head and stepped up the last step:

"No."

The man frowned: "But..."

"I said I'll think about it." Ge Xiu stopped in front of his room door and looked at him with a smile: "I've thought about it now."

man:"……"

So treacherous.

Ge Xiu pushed open the door and walked into the room: "Good night."

The man also wanted to go in, but the door of the room was mercilessly closed in front of his eyes. Through the door, Ge Xiu's voice without fluctuation could be heard:

"Aren't you your fiance? If you want to enter your wife's room before you're married, do you know the rules?"

man:"……"

He stood at the door dumbfounded, he really didn't expect the other party to use his previous method to counter a move, but he himself suffered from being dumb.

Just as he was contemplating, the door in front of him, which was closed just now, suddenly opened.

The man was taken aback.

Gexiu stretched out a hand from the door, pulled the other person over, then leaned over and kissed him on the lips:

"--award."