[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

She said she wanted to observe the clown's movements, but why couldn't she do something else involuntarily?How strange.

Mo Sheng moved her wrists. When she woke up, the handcuffs had already been removed, as did the rope on her body. Anyway, she didn't notice when it disappeared, maybe it was when she was in a daze.

This is not good, she doesn't even know what the clown did to her, it's too dangerous.

...Okay, okay, it can't be more dangerous under the current situation.

Although she is no longer imprisoned, she can't move either - not feeling pain and quick healing is one thing, and moving as before is another.

The clown understood this better than she did, so he removed the restraint. He was absolutely sure that she would be trapped here.

At least according to her feeling, the energy consumed is mainly her energy, otherwise how could she be so tired and want to sleep?

Sure enough, the conservation of energy applies at all times.

Mo Sheng selectively ignored the fact that her mental energy was simply not enough to support her operation.

The truth is only hidden under a thin layer of paper, with a light touch, oh no, you can vaguely see what is inside even without touching it.

It is the unspeakable hell of truth.

"Hiss—" Mo Sheng's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help crying out.

She didn't realize what happened, and her thoughts were completely chaotic in an instant, as if she had lost all her memories.

Fortunately, the darkness passed quickly, and the scene in front of me gradually became clear.

It's still the clown, but he's holding a pistol. The pistol obviously just finished shooting.

【Ding--】

The impact sound of metal falling to the ground sounded very crisp.

Mo Sheng subconsciously looked towards the source of the sound, but stopped halfway.

She kept her head down, or bowing her head made her feel uncomfortable, and she unconsciously avoided it.

Bloodstains, bloodstains gradually blurred vision, no, not the eyes, but bloodstains flowing from the forehead, everything in front of my eyes was covered with red mist, like some magnificent fantasy dreamland of ghosts and ghosts.

Ah, the blood should be wiped off, or I won't be able to see clearly.

Mo Sheng thought of this, but it was very difficult to raise his hand as if he was bowing his head. The hand only raised more than ten centimeters and then fell down weakly.

This state lasted for a long time, it should have been a long time, anyway, when Mo Sheng was able to raise his hand to wipe off the blood near the eyes, the blood was about to agglomerate, and fell off like wall dust when he touched it.

The red color receded, and the normal world was revealed, and Mo Sheng finally saw clearly what the crisp sound was—a bullet.

A fired bullet.

So... so she died just once?

Mo Sheng suddenly understood what was the reason for the sudden darkness.

She began to recall the feeling of death. To be honest, she didn't feel much, but it hurt suddenly (yes, it's not very painful, and the degree of pain can only be divided into painful and relatively painful with pain shielding), and then It's just that the eyes are dark, the memory is in chaos, and it's too late to see things clearly.

But she thought she could see it clearly, maybe the body's protection mechanism blurred that memory, death is always bad, even now the memory is just a vague one.

This overturned Mo Sheng's previous guess, she thought that the clown would not kill herself casually - that would not achieve his purpose of torturing himself or anything else, he definitely didn't want to kill her, otherwise there would be no need for such trouble.

Instead of this purpose, everything can be meaningful only if she is alive, and it is not a waste, no matter how she lives.

But who is the clown?He is a lunatic, can the logic of a lunatic be judged by ordinary people?Of course not, so she stopped trying to guess the clown's motives and intentions, she would gain nothing except to confuse herself more.

Mo Sheng reminded herself like this again, unless she also wanted to become a lunatic like the clown.

For a period of time after that, she kept repeating the process of death and resurrection. At first, she was still very nervous, but later she became a mentality of just letting it go.

She couldn't escape anyway, could she?If you can't escape, then bear with it.

The clown is really careless, how many times has he killed himself?ten times?A hundred times?Ah, it should be about a hundred times. I checked it lazily. The number is meaningless. He didn't feel pain in his hand when he shot.

Mo Sheng didn't know how long it had passed, she thought it was a day, since she was arrested.What was surprising was that she didn't feel hungry, maybe the mental energy could also support the body's functioning?Not much has changed except more sleepiness.

There is also pain when dying, but if you continue to feel this pain, you will gradually get used to it.

The time of darkness in front of her eyes may have become longer, but it is only an estimate, she has nothing that can perceive time.

And the clown just shot at one place. Although the wound that caused death would heal automatically after being resurrected, Mo Sheng still thought it was not good, because there would be a hole there.

After about 150 times (it is enough for the clown to stand there and shoot for a moment, she is very "admired") After the clown stopped, he looked at his "masterpiece" with satisfaction, and laughed: "Ah, this is perfect, and this is the right way to accept my gift."

"The consumption level is enough... Actually, I want to know how many times you have to die before you have no energy to resurrect?"

The clown touched the corner of his mouth and asked: "This is really a difficult problem... Although I really want to get the answer, it's too troublesome, isn't it? I don't have so much time to waste."

"Hey, I know, I know what you're thinking, yes, cute little girl, you are worthless by yourself, but because... oh, this can't be said, it must be kept secret, if you know the future process in advance, there is no value Do you mean it?"

He picked up a rose and grabbed the petals on it, as if mourning the spring and autumn.

"The fun of the future lies in its uncertainty~~"

She also didn't know where the clown brought the roses from. Seeing the clown's movements, Mo Sheng couldn't help but start thinking wildly again.

Romeo and Juliet, Lin Daiyu and...

Ah, it doesn't seem to have anything to do with it, why would she think so?Is it because there are flowers in the story?

The clown finally took out the syringe again, and the green liquid still exuded a strange aura, screaming loudly like a demon pulling people into hell.

He walked towards Mo Sheng step by step, and Mo Sheng suddenly became nervous again (she was always nervous, but now she was even more nervous).

The clown is so confident in the effect of this liquid, so what terrible consequences will it bring with him?Will it pull itself into the abyss?

Mo Sheng went back to the question she thought about when she first saw the syringe, but unfortunately she still didn't have a clue.

But soon, she also knew the answer, and understood why the clown said it was a gift——

It really is a gift, literally.

It's just that this gift is too big for her to accept.

The arm was pierced by the syringe, and the green liquid slowly entered the body. Mo Sheng's consciousness quickly became blurred, becoming ups and downs.

She felt a strange heat flow from the skin where the needle pierced into her limbs, and soon spread to every corner of her body.

She has a sense of security and warmth as if she has returned to her mother's body, which makes people unable to help but relax.

I'm so sleepy, I can't hold it anymore, let's sleep for a while, it should be fine...

Thinking like this, Mo Sheng's consciousness soon fell into darkness again, she tilted her head and fell into a deep sleep.

The girl didn't know that she slept like this for a week, and a week was enough to turn the outside world upside down.

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It was Peter who first found out that Mo Sheng was missing. He called Mo Sheng after the game and found that Mo Sheng didn't answer.

"Maybe she didn't notice?" Peter said to himself, and rejected other people's invitations to visit the attractions, saying that he had an appointment.

The competition ended at four o'clock, and they returned to the hotel at six o'clock. They had two hours of free time. The teacher asked them to pay attention not to put them in a dangerous place, and then let them move freely.

Gotham has been very peaceful recently. Although the crime rate is much higher than other cities, it has dropped a lot compared to before, which is why they can move freely.

Peter didn't get through the phone and went straight to the cafe as agreed. Mo Sheng told him in the morning that she would wait for him here.

But when he got to the door of the cafe, he found that there was no one inside, yes, not even the clerk, and the door was not locked.

Seeing this, Peter pushed open the door and asked loudly, "Hey, is anyone there?"

No one answered.

At this moment, Peter suddenly smelled a smell of blood, his face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly ran towards the direction of the breath.

There was a bar, and there were several corpses behind the bar, stacked on top of each other, and everyone's expressions were fixed in horror, as if they saw some indescribable fear.

Seeing this, Peter didn't think of anything else, but called the police immediately, explained the location and situation to the police, and then walked out of the coffee shop and stood at the door waiting for the police to arrive.

Only then did he vaguely realize that he hadn't seen Mo Sheng, and yes, if Mo Sheng was really in this cafe, she wouldn't be able to let these people die.

So no one can contact her, and she is not at the agreed place, so where is she?

[I want to give you a surprise. 】

Peter remembered what Mo Sheng had said to him a few days ago, and wondered if it might be a surprise this time.

It should be, otherwise she wouldn't do it, he thought.

However, he soon knew that this was not a surprise, but a shock, a huge shock.

So Peter stood here, waiting for the police to arrive. The Gotham police were still very fast, and someone arrived in about half an hour.

"You called the police, right?" A police officer got out of the car first, followed by three others.

Obviously, they are a squad.

Perhaps a case in which four or five people died is very important, and these people should not be the only ones who came here——