[Comprehensive British and American] Exchange bodies with Chaoying

Her mistakes shouldn't be borne by others, should they?

Hey, people I care about, don't worry too much, I'm fine.

In a daze, Mo Sheng also heard the clown say something, but it was really not very clear, and her current senses have also weakened a lot, even worse than before.

"Time is running out."

"I originally thought... Anyway, it needs to be finished before Christmas, so that it can be regarded as one for everyone... Unfortunately, it's not what I want..."

Then the clown called her name again, and Mo Sheng habitually raised her head to look in the direction of the clown. At this moment, her vision was only a fuzzy purple-red figure.

She heard what he said next very clearly.

"Since you haven't met my requirements, I can only use other methods to stimulate." The clown shook his head, as if regretting something, "Tsk, logically it should be fine now, but you still haven't... "

"Oh, should it be said that you are the one who mixed with Chaoying? You are all the same, I thought you could be more special."

"Ah, alright, alright, if I keep procrastinating, I may not be able to achieve the goal I want within the specified time." The clown touched his chin, as if he was thinking about what to do next, and his pace slowed down. Come down, "Fortunately, I have a backup plan."

He said and turned on the player again.

This time Mo Sheng knew what he was going to do without the need for a clown to explain.

"You can't! I did what you said, you can't do this again!" She shouted hoarsely, blood poured out of her mouth, and a rusty smell filled the air, but the pain disappeared instantly at this moment, and the rest There was nothing but extreme panic.

"You promised me!!!"

"Hey, cute little girl, should I say again that you are too naive?" The clown didn't stop his movements, and after turning on the player, he looked at Mo Sheng who was extremely angry, "Do you really believe what I say?" ? Hahahaha, I never thought I would meet such a person."

"Who am I? I'm a clown, and you still think the clown's words are trustworthy? God, you actually believe me so much. I'm so touched. I've never met someone who believes in me so much."

The clown seemed to have heard some big joke, and even bent down laughingly: "Some people believe in clowns, but some people believe in clowns! Does anyone believe this?"

"I think you've seen The Dark Knight, and my actions in it should perfectly show that I can't be trusted."

"Now our status is not equal at all, even if you change someone, you should think about—"

"Why keep promises?"

When Mo Sheng heard the word "dark knight", he looked at the clown in disbelief, and the shock at this moment dispelled his fear: "How do you know this?"

The clown has not been vaguely remembered, he has not... For a moment the girl seemed to think of the reason why the clown insisted on doing this, the fusion of the universe... From the perspective of those who have retained their memories, there are always many things to do.

Vulnerabilities are inevitable, and when a loophole is caught... even a small one can create a huge storm.

"Why can't I know? There are so many people who know, why can't I?" The clown sneered at Mo Sheng's question, "Except for the stupid public, there are many people who know about it—government officials, presidents of consortiums Wait - oh my god, you don't think only Soyoung knows, do you? If that's the case, you're anything but naive."

"I wonder how such a stupid person like you can survive until now."

"Isn't it said that the more influential the world is, the clearer the memory? Coincidentally, I am such a person." The clown said proudly about this, "I believe that the impact I have on the world is definitely enough profound."

"And after my careful investigation, I know a lot of things that you don't know."

"But it's also because of this that the game becomes more interesting. Otherwise, if everyone doesn't remember it, the playability will be lost, isn't it? How boring is it to use Forget Empty, that's the lowest level method."

Pausing for a while, the clown seemed to be thinking, and then suddenly slapped his head: "Oh, I really talked too much, I almost forgot the business."

He took out another black remote control from his pocket. There was nothing on it except a red button: "I just press this button, and the sniper will receive an order, and the bullet will be fired from the barrel. Your Friends are thrown in pools of blood."

"Isn't it touching?"

Mo Sheng could only stare at the clown angrily, she felt deeply powerless, deeper than ever before.

She couldn't stop the clown, she could only beg him, beg him to stop.

"Please, please stop, you can do anything to me, just let her go..."

She kept repeating this sentence, hoping that the clown would change his mind.

Mo Sheng had let go of her self-esteem and crushed it with her own hands.

She would rather show the most vulnerable side in front of the clown, would rather be as humble as the dust, and do not want the people she cares about to be hurt.

"Stop? Stopping is impossible. Why do you think I'm going to kill her? Isn't it because of you?" The clown was playing with the button, and his fingers were hovering above the button.

Anytime, as long as he wants, he can press it.

It's a no-brainer.

"Who cares about her if it's not you? So—"

"She's about to die."

"And it's all because of you."

As soon as the clown finished speaking, he pressed the button.

Then Mo Sheng's brain was like an explosion, and went blank.

The world was slowed down, and she could see the clown's pale fingers slowly touching the button, the button slowly descending, and then slowly popping up again.

Suddenly, the world returned to its normal speed, and she heard the high-frequency hum of the player mixed with the white noise of the player, forming a special sound.

It felt like the sound of a drum to her—the kind of rapid drumbeat beating on the side of her heart.

"Boom, boom, boom."

As soon as the drums stopped, the next act was about to begin.

Mo Sheng seemed to hear the sound of gunfire and the sound of bullets hitting flesh and blood.

She thought it might be a hallucination, a hallucination caused by too much panic and shock, and the sound of bullets hitting the human body could not be heard at this distance, which was tens of thousands of kilometers away.

But this voice was so real, it was exactly as expected, so real that she doubted that she might have really heard it.

"Listen, listen, your friend has been hit by a bullet, and she is lying in a pool of blood in pain, waiting for someone to save her."

The clown said, his tone was even weirder, as if he had made some deal with the devil and was enchanted, in exchange for benefits, he would drag people to hell for the devil.

"But how could anyone save her? There is no one around her at the moment, and no one will care about the sound. There is a silencer—and who would have thought it was a gunshot?"

"Just a 'poof'."

"She was probably thinking, why am I being shot? I didn't do anything, it's not normal."

"Of course she did something, and being your friend is what it is - it's the biggest mistake."

"Her vitality is passing, how long will it take to completely disappear? A few minutes?"

"But she'll be dead in half an hour anyway."

"And the lovely little girl, you just watched her die and didn't save her—how can you let her go when you lose your power? You caused her death, but you have no ability to restore it. It's a ridiculous thing ,right?"

The clown keeps repeating the word power in his words, hinting at people.

He has a very clear purpose, and Mo Sheng knows that she shouldn't care about the clown's words so as not to fall into more traps, but it's impossible for her not to care.

Power power, why did she lose her power?

She should have power, she must have power, if she had power none of this would happen, she could do whatever she wanted.

"You don't have power, but you should have power. There is power in your body. As long as you activate it, it always belongs to you, but you can't feel it temporarily."

"You refused to accept that power in the past, but now you have to accept that only it can save your friend."

"You may not want to have great power in the past, but from now on you should realize how much a great power can do."

"Don't worry about what else it will bring. That's all for the future. Now your friend is waiting for death in cold despair. Is it because of the so-called future that you let her die like this?"

The clown lures Mo Sheng's thoughts, making her think in her own way, and let her move forward on the path she planned: "Abandon the so-called sense of morality, this world does not need a sense of morality, never did."

"It is chaotic, it is ignorant, and it submits only to those who can."

"Accept the power, you will end this chaos, there will be no more accidents, and no one you care about will be able to hurt."

"Take the power, and you will create a perfect world where it can be as fairytale as you wish it to be."

"So why not accept it?"

Yes, why not accept this power?Why is she still hesitating?

why?

Mo Sheng couldn't help thinking.

After waking up after sleeping for a long time, she could clearly feel that something strange and originally hidden had emerged—that was the power that was given up and suppressed by the subconscious mind and ignored.

This force did not appear just now, it appeared a long time ago.

She knew, she knew a long time ago, the moment the curtain of the truth was lifted, she had already seen everything in the future.

When did you first feel it?Oh, it was around this time last year.

It's just that she didn't take it seriously at that time, and only thought it was a natural promotion, or welfare.