Learning God in Hand, I Have the World

The five stood aside, looking at the middle-aged woman with solemn expressions.

Heart-piercing cries echoed in the community, and the mother and son hugging tightly were covered in blood. This scene was already miserable, but what was even more creepy was that those standing on the ground one by one The people on the balcony were still watching all this silently.

Their faces are so cold and numb, like masks that have been worn for a long time, which have been connected with the flesh and can never be removed.

They have lost the emotions that normal people should have, and they are closer to corpses than the broken little boy on the ground.

"Fuck! Why do I think these people are scarier than ghosts!" Huang Mao cursed in a low voice.

"Be careful!" Xiao Dao pulled him hard, and at the same time kicked Zi Wei out.

Xuan Ming picked up Zhuang Li and quickly backed away.

There was a muffled bang bang bang, and five figures fell from the sky and were smashed to pieces. A large pool of blood quickly joined together, turning this open space into a pool of blood.

The middle-aged woman didn't dodge, but the five corpses just avoided her position and exploded around her.

The middle-aged woman was petrified, and her grief-stricken crying stopped for a moment.

Zhuang Li quickly walked over to check the situation, and pondered: "From the appearance of the corpses, they were still alive when they jumped down, so they should have committed suicide. Huh?"

He rarely showed a look of surprise and uncertainty.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Ming asked worriedly.

"Look." Zhuang Li pointed to the wrists of each corpse.

"This is--"

Xuan Ming carefully identified a ring-shaped mark on the wrists of these people, and his tone became extremely surprised: "Are they missionaries or players?"

These ring marks are clearly uneven skin tone caused by wearing the task manager for many years.Yet strangely, what about those managers?Why are they missing?In the game world, the task manager cannot be removed anyway.

"This dungeon is so strange!" Xiaodao felt a chill creeping up his spine.

"Are these people really missionaries or players? Why did they commit suicide? They failed to break through the level, are they left here and can't get out? If they can't get out, just wait. There will always be new players or taskers who can pass the level. Hope, why do you want to die?" Huang Mao said in bewilderment.

"That's the problem." Zhuang Li straightened up, looked at the "ghosts" on the balcony, and said solemnly, "Maybe for them, there is no hope for them to live."

Why is there no hope?What the hell happened to them?

More mysteries emerged, causing Zi Wei, Xiao Dao and Huang Mao to have a splitting headache.

Xuan Ming said in a deep voice: "They have gone back."

Everyone quickly looked at the building, only to see those "ghosts" disappear on the balcony.What they were waiting for, what they were looking at, and what they were afraid of seemed to be these clusters of bursting blood flowers.

Such a scene seems to have become a ritual for them.

Weird!Everything here is so weird!

Xuan Ming clenched Zhuang Li's hand tightly, his brows were deeply furrowed, and his eyes showed worry.Zhuang Li scratched the back of his hand with his fingertips, signaling him to relax.

At this moment, the police finally arrived, and after the inspection, the corpses were loaded into the car and transported away.A middle-aged woman grabbed a policeman by the sleeve and complained angrily: "Wang Xiaodan killed my son! She is my neighbor, she hates me and my son, Yuan Yuan's death must have been done by her!"

These policemen didn't seem to notice anything unusual about the corpse, they only said that they had to check the surveillance first to see how this happened.

The woman shouted almost frantically: "It's Wang Xiaodan, it must be her! She is having an affair with my husband! She has long wanted to kill me and my son! It must be her!"

The police took the middle-aged woman to the monitoring room of the community while calming her emotions.

Zhuang Li and others naturally followed.

The staff of the property called up the surveillance at the time of the incident, and saw a six or seven-year-old boy playing alone in the corridor on the 28th floor, ran into the elevator while playing, went up to the top floor, and accidentally fell off the roof down.

There was no one around him, it was just an accident.

The middle-aged woman was completely unwilling to accept this reality, and cried bitterly on the table.

The police started looking at the video of the other five people jumping from the building.

Zhuang Li and Xuan Ming looked at each other with a hint of surprise in their eyes.The child was clearly an empty shell. When moving back and forth in the corridor, his limbs appeared very stiff, which showed that he was in a state of rigor.He was already dead, but how did the dead man take the elevator and go up to the top floor by himself?

Zi Wei, Huang Mao, and Xiaodao were also confused by this video, they could only look at each other except scratching their heads.

This thing is going in an increasingly weird direction.

The woman's cry was like the neighing of a night owl, piercing and terrifying.Several police officers surrounded her, trying to comfort her.

At this moment, a chunky old woman rushed into the monitoring room, grabbed the woman's hair and began to tear: "I will let you go to work! I will let you not have children! You are the one who killed Yuan Yuan! How much money can you earn? Is that money more important than Yuan Yuan? Are you happy when the child dies? Is your money reserved for Yuan Yuan to buy a coffin? Why didn’t you die? You bastard! I Kill you!"

The woman cried while avoiding: "Mom, where did you go today? Why didn't you stay at home and watch Yuanyuan? I have to go to work, so do you want to go to work too?"

The old woman froze for a few seconds, and then fought more violently: "Are you blaming me? Can't I go to the hospital to see a doctor when I'm sick? Should I ask you for leave?"

She spoke so confidently, and the fierce light in her eyes became more and more fierce, as if the more arrogant her attitude, the more she could smooth out her sins.

Zhuang Li shook his head, and whispered in Xuanming's ear: "She's gone to play mahjong." Then he pointed to the chip card that the old woman hid in her pocket, and accidentally revealed a corner, and pointed to her smelling of cigarettes s hair.

She is absolutely responsible for the death of the child.This family is broken because of her.

Xuan Ming's eyes darkened for a moment.

The previous tragedy and the farce in front of him made him understand what kind of life this middle-aged woman lived.The mother-in-law is mean and domineering; her husband is cold and ruthless and cheating on her neighbors. Her only hope in life is probably her son.

But now, her son is dead, and the rest of her life is only left with endless despair.

How can we break this despair?

Xuanming remembered Zhuang Li's previous words - the best way to break despair is to give hope.

What does this woman wish for most now?

Naturally, the son was able to come back to life.

Bring the dead back to life?Thinking of this, Xuan Ming could only shake his head secretly.The main god made all kinds of prop cards, but he didn't make the resurrection card alone.Dying in a quest is really dead, and no player or quester gets a second chance.

"There is no resurrection card." Xiaodao also thought of this level.

"What should I do?" Zi Wei and Huang Mao also tasted the taste of despair.

"Resurrection." Zhuang Li said suddenly.

"What?" Xiaodao was stunned.

"Resurrection." Zhuang Li raised his hand, showed everyone the hexagram tattoo on the back of his hand, and said slowly: "This is a kind of black magic, and I have some research on black magic. I'm sure, killing this boy The man must have been a dark wizard. Before the use of black magic, entrails are often the best tribute offered to the devil. It is obviously not a coincidence that the boy's entrails were emptied, but the corpse was able to walk on its own. Someone killed He, in order to cover up the crime and use black magic, threw his body from the attic, pretending to be an accident."

He put down his hand and stared at the corpse on the ground: "If the conditions are sufficient, I can use black magic to bring him back to life."

The eyes of Zi Wei and the others radiated hope.

Xuan Ming thought for a while and then asked: "So, do you also need a set of internal organs to perform this resurrection?"

"No," Zhuang Li stretched out two fingers: "There are two sets of organs. One set of internal organs belongs to the boy himself. Only by filling his abdominal cavity can he be revived. In other words, we need to retrieve his internal organs ; and a set of internal organs to sacrifice, and it must come from his blood relatives. In other words, we are going to kill one of his relatives, father, mother, grandpa, grandma, whichever is good."

This kind of sorcery has obviously seriously deviated from Xuan Ming's principles.He lowered his eyes and thought, unable to make a decision for a long time.Xiao Dao and Huang Mao also frowned in extreme discomfort.

Zi Wei is a special police member who is rooted in Zheng Miaohong, so of course he can't do this kind of thing.

Only Zhuang Li thought it was no big deal.Of course, in front of Xuan Ming, he would never say such a thing.

"Forget it, let's think of another way." He waved his hand and gave up voluntarily.

"Okay." Xuan Ming immediately nodded in agreement, but his tense heartstrings could not be relaxed.

If he was the only one trapped here, if he couldn't get out, he would find another way. He would never kill innocent people.But right now, the little devil is also here, and he will face the dead end of being trapped forever, so he must not give up any hope.

Is the principle more important, or the safety of the lover is more important?

Xuan Ming clenched his fists, and suddenly said: "Let's find out the boy's internal organs first."

"Captain?" Xiao Dao and Huang Mao looked at him in astonishment.

"Be prepared, go find it!" Xuan Ming ordered decisively.

Xiaodao and Huangmao quickly accepted the task.Doing something is better than doing nothing.

Zi Wei opened his mouth, but did not raise any objection after all.

Zhuang Li suddenly hugged Xuan Ming's waist, and whispered in his ear: "Don't violate your principles for me, because I am a person without principles. I will follow your principles and change my principles. As long as I can be with you Together, I don't care about anything."

Xuan Ming hugged him tightly, kissed the top of his hair lightly, and smiled deeply.

"Don't worry, there will be a way." He gently patted his lover's back with an extremely gentle tone.

The two embraced tightly, drawing strength from each other, then kissed each other's cheeks, and then strode away from the monitoring room.

The middle-aged woman was still arguing with her mother-in-law, and several policemen and property staff surrounded them to persuade them.

No one noticed the strange behavior and whispered conversations of Zhuang Li and others.When they arrived at the building where the tragedy happened, as soon as they walked into the lobby on the first floor, a man with a gray face came out of the elevator, staring at them with cloudy eyes, and said in a firm tone: "Who are you looking for?" The child's internal organs, right? It's useless, even if he is resurrected."

Zhuang Li looked down and looked at the man's wrist, there was indeed a circle of white marks there.He used to be a gamer too!

The man left the building in a daze and disappeared into the thick fog.

The group of people stared at his back for a long time, and gradually felt an inexplicable sense of oppression in their hearts.

"Don't worry about him, go up and have a look." Xuan Ming ordered in a deep voice.

So everyone stepped on the elevator and came to the 28th floor, which is the place where the children played before.His home should also be on this floor.

"Are you trying to revive him? It's useless." A woman squatted in the dark stairwell smoking a cigarette, her eyes filled with lifelessness.

She suddenly made a sound, which startled Zi Wei.

"Why is it useless?" Zhuang Li walked into the stairwell and asked gently.He swept towards the woman's wrist, where there was also a circle of white marks.

So he gradually understood that those "ghosts" standing on the balcony before were all taskers and players who were unable to break through the despair and thus stayed in the dungeon.

Even this entire community may be full of such people.

If the former self-nature hell is the grave where the dead are buried, then this world of despair is the grave where the living are buried.

Which tomb is more terrifying?The answer is self-evident.