The paranoid villain of the suspenseful text wants to monopolize me [Quick Transmigration]

Inside the nursing home of the reality replica.

The luxuriant vegetation surrounding the ward exudes a refreshing greenness, which makes people feel infinitely relieved.

And at this moment, a tall and handsome man wearing a police officer's uniform bumped into him silently with his lips pursed.

Instantly broke the tranquility and silence of the nursing home.

There was a bright fire in his eyes.

Like a firefly hovering beside a street lamp in the dark night, it flickers on and off.

This person is obviously the criminal investigation captain Sun Dongyun from the previous dungeon.

"Durin...Durin."

The sound of the man's footsteps originally maintained a deep and steady frequency.

But when he approached the ward, he couldn't help but increase his speed.

The heart beat eagerly.

See him soon.

At first I thought it was a farewell, I thought I would never see each other again...

At that time, at an altitude of several thousand meters where the hunting sounded, I heard the cruel whistling sound of the propeller above.

Sun Dongyun is really desperately thinking in his heart, that marriage will never be possible...

Holding such helpless emotions, he jumped down with Du Lin's body.

But he didn't think so.

He opened his eyes after his consciousness was intensely burned by an invisible fire... the pain almost tore his soul to shreds.

There really is an afterlife.

Really got a second chance.

Although Sun Dongyun never thought that he would be the clone of an ugly and disgusting monster, and the world where so many colleagues died and so many cruel throat-cutting cases and bombings occurred, the world turned out to be the so-called "consciousness" copy...

Should I say sad or lucky.

It's like watching a manor play game that my little niece played on her mobile phone.

And himself and Du Lin are just pawns in the game.

But it doesn't matter.

As long as he can see him... as long as he can try to kiss those cold moon-like pupils alive, Sun Dongyun's heart will feel extremely satisfied.

As long as you can touch Durin.

Even if he was just a clone of a puppet in advance, the man recognized it.

Almost with an extremely fiery heart, the captain of the criminal investigation rushed in and opened the door of the ward.

…………

"You are so obedient... You still obediently keep the ring I put on you in [reality]."

"The cremated lime melted our ribs... All the bones in me are yours if you want them, honey, you can decorate them with whatever you want."

Beside the pure white sickbed.

A man with silver shattered hair, almost obsessed with his lips, imprinted on the delicate skin of Du Lin's finger joints.

The rough ring, polished from the ribs of the two, rested on his chin.

A little blood came out of the stabbing, but it didn't stop the man's movement in the slightest.

The wet water was reflected in the slightly reddened palm...

"Liang Ruikun! How dare you come?!"

At the moment when he opened the ward, Sun Dongyun's handsome face suddenly darkened after seeing the man sitting next to Du Lin.

How can this damned old beast be so lingering...

Obviously in the end...Obviously in the end, if it wasn't for the moth made by his subordinates, would Du Lin be shot and die? !

Selectively ignoring Liang Ruikun's affectionate confession to Du Lin before his death.

He subconsciously touched the butt strap on his side.

The moment he was about to pull out his gun, Liang Ruikun looked over indifferently.

The criminal advisor's eyes were cold.

"Even if this is a copy of [Reality], Captain Sun has to think carefully when holding a gun..."

He said casually, "I'm a good citizen without any criminal record here."

...Good people?

Sun Dongyun almost sneered.

It is an indisputable fact that Liang Ruikun is a dangerous person with anti-social personality.

He is willing to temporarily restrain himself in this world for Du Lin, but it is just a layer of cunning old fox skin——

I don’t know how many fake passports have been issued for Malay, Singapore and other countries alone... There are many hidden lines in Southeast Asia buried.

Liang Ruikun was definitely plotting something in private.

As if he had seen through Sun Dongyun's mind, the man said calmly.

"Put the gun down, even if it's plotting something, it's not against you."

"I really want to kill you and cut off your flesh one after another in front of Du Lin."

"After all, you dare to make a promise of marriage with him... What a foolish delusion like a monkey."

"but not now."

Liang Ruikun took out a piece of paper.

Gently wiped Du Lin's slightly red fingers clean one by one, and put them back into the bedding.

"Until the common enemy is resolved, I have no plans to attack you for the time being."

"You have also learned about it from Dean Qin Duanyun—"

"Captain Sun, you don't want Du Lin to remain in a coma like this, lose all sanity and be swallowed by the abyss in that upcoming strange dungeon."

After hearing this sentence, the fingers holding the gun trembled, and finally put it down slowly.

Sun Dongyun took a few steps forward and sat on the other side of Du Lin's bed.

The eyes full of infinite nostalgia describe the young man on the hospital bed...

Durin closed his eyes.

The pale and handsome face is like the Sleeping Beauty carefully carved by the gods in fairy tales.

It's a pity that under the slender eyelashes, the beautiful eyes have never been opened again... revealing a lonely arc.

His soul, his memory... was poached.

Now Du Lin is just an empty shell.

Even if you try to call his name over and over again, you will not get a response from this person.

Sun Dongyun looked at him quietly, with a cherished look in his dark eyes.

It's like looking at an extremely fragile and easily broken artwork.

"Durin."

He reached out and stroked the young man's black hair slowly, and said softly.

"Be sure to wake up... I believe in you, we will meet again."

After the human skin paper was torn to shreds by that one... 3/4 of the space nodes were transmitted by the ashes of the paper.

As long as you can wake up this time, the last part can also be completed.

Your soul can then be truly and finally free.

When the time comes, he is willing to stay in the [Reality] copy for us...

Or truly return to the world and enjoy the real air, rain, dew and luster in reality.

All options are in your hands.

We are different from that...

Our dark, paranoid love for you... only makes us willing puppets and vassals at your feet.

Instead of trying to engulf you and melt you like the Lord of the Abyss.

The young criminal investigation captain bowed his head deeply, and kissed Du Lin's fingers through the pure white sheet.

"When the time comes...everything is up to you to choose, follow your orders."

"—Durin."

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Du Lin's consciousness was split into waves one after another.

He cannot see everything around him.

Those once good or dark memories have formed pieces of broken puzzle pieces, wiped away by invisible tentacles...

The way the unwarranted dungeon memory presented words was firmly fixed in his mind.

[Dungeon 6: father——]

【I have an adoptive father, I think I hate him...】

【He is not good to me. 】

【He always beat and scolded me, tortured me, and forced me to wear a red gauze dress. 】

[The deep eyebrows and eyes that look at me are sometimes filled with gentle and obsessive emotions. 】

[Sometimes I am manic and disgusted, and treat me like a scrap of paper on the side of the road that can be twisted into a ball and thrown away. 】

[But when he is nice to me, he is really nice. 】

【He taught me to read and write, taught me the principles of dealing with people and things, and let me go to school well. 】

[Even on my birthday, I will clumsily do it myself and make a simple cake for me. 】

【I don't understand why he has such contradictory emotions. 】

【Looking at his handsome facial features, I always feel that they are separated by a thin layer of mist, making it hard to see clearly. 】

[It wasn't until he accidentally killed him...after turning into a red-clothed ghost to pester him, that I finally knew what those chaotic and contradictory emotional entanglements were for. 】

【I saw... the notebook in the drawer that was treasured and locked by him, filled with the three words I love you crazily. 】

[Over and over again, like a person drowning in the deep sea, the dry grass pinched by the dying struggle. 】

[The person in the photo looks a bit like me. 】

[If I am still alive, it will be like the model I will grow into in 10 years. 】

【That person is my biological father...】

[I finally understand a very ridiculous truth——]

【I am his stolen child. 】

………………

The brows of the black-haired youth were tightly closed.

The human skin paper that once unfolded the plot outline of the dungeon for him has been turned into ashes...

As a result, the complete memory of the story was cut off by a tentacle by the hideous creature that looked like a sarcoma.

With the thick black blood, he tore off a piece of his own skin, and wrote little by little on it.

"Durin... don't worry, it will be fine soon."

The monster let out a giggle and gently rubbed against the young man's black hair.

He reveals human eyes and soul, and slowly speaks words that cannot be seen directly.

"This is a supernatural story."

…………

The bloody text burns and unfolds.

The protagonist's name is Deng Fanchuan, a celestial master with a wealthy family background and outstanding talents.

The protagonist is named Xia Tian, ​​who is Deng Fanchuan's son in name, but actually has no blood relationship.

His mother was a model, and lied that she had climbed into Deng Fanchuan's bed, and that the child in her womb could be a bargaining chip to enter the Deng family in the future.

When giving birth to him, he died of dystocia.

And a little cannon fodder who deeply loves Deng Fanchuan and has a twisted heart sneaks into the hospital at this time.

He stared at the child in the nursery with an extremely gloomy expression.

Little cannon fodder has a serious mental illness.

Even memories are fragmented from time to time.

He and the protagonist Gong Deng Fanchuan are just friends with a normal relationship, and they had acquaintances in college.

But in his imagination and fantasy, Little Cannon Fodder thinks that he and Deng Fanchuan are only separated due to secular and family pressure.

In private, the four eyes meet each other, can reveal deep love...

They have already made a private decision for life.

So under such assumptions, when he learned that the protagonist Gong Deng Fanchuan had a child with a model outside, and was about to go abroad for many years, he hated it in his heart.

Almost shocked and angry, there was a hatred of being betrayed.

With a distorted mind, he stole this infant child out.

Leaving aside a series of torture methods...

But after so many years of raising, even raising a dog will produce intolerance and feelings.

He has good days and bad days with him.

The protagonist Gong has not appeared abroad for a long time, and Xiao Cannon Fodder's mental illness is getting worse.

Slowly, the protagonist suffers from Xia Tian and becomes an adult.

When he finally accidentally killed the child, a bloody ghost dressed in red appeared behind him with an expressionless face.

With that blue and white arm, neatly wrapped around Little Cannon Fodder's neck from behind and twisted off.

And the red-clothed ghost, who harbored hatred and was tortured since he was a child, turned into the bloodiest and most terrifying urban legend.

He likes to use the hanging man method, cut off the flesh of the men in red one by one, cut them into sticks like human pigs, and hang them upside down on the treetops on the side of the street superior.

Watch them sway in the wind...like ugly black stuffed bats.

A few years later, when the protagonist Gong Deng Fanchuan heard that Xiao Cannon Fodder had died, he felt an inexplicable pain and returned to his original country. He felt a strange and dark evil spirit, and immediately judged that there was a red-clothed ghost lurking in his hometown.

But it never occurred to him that... that ghost was his nominal child.

…………

The bloody and dark words finally stopped twisting at the end.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Du Lin: The role-playing template is being extracted——]

[Extraction complete—role identity: Little cannon fodder adoptive father: "Du Lin"——]

[Character note: You have a strangely obsessive love for the protagonist Gong Deng Fanchuan. 】

【You never imagined that the child you stole from the hospital and raised after more than 10 years of torment turned into a red-clothed ghost after death, intending to let you experience the suffering you once gave him...to your heart. 】

[In the end, he died with a tragic ending of being twisted and cut into a pig...at the age of 25. 】

This is a suspenseful copy of the original independent malicious consciousness written in accordance with established procedures.

But the last paragraph...was slowly erased by the Lord of the Abyss with his tentacles.

His purpose is very clear from the beginning to the end, and has strong and effective pertinence.

——He wanted durin to stay after losing his memory....

——Accompany yourself forever and satisfy your morbid desires.

Therefore, the ending of the "little cannon fodder" played by Du Lin was rewritten as——

[In the end, after the death of the protagonist Shou Xia, you felt guilt and regret towards him irresistibly. 】

[I found that I also fell in love with this child who was raised and tortured by himself. 】

[Because of that guilt... willing to let him play with this pale and beautiful body. 】

[Willing to swear sweetly with this alien who is no longer a human being but a ghost, to be with him forever and ever. 】

【Enjoy the New Year...】

How long will it take?

How long will we be together?

Never, ever, can never die, and will always be by my side forever.

Just like when they were first born, they were entangled with each other, sticky...inseparable.

The Lord of the Abyss' fingers paused, and the insect-like compound eyes shone with a strange trembling light.

"of course……"

【Death—the end of the chaotic and malicious world...the end of the decay of all things. 】

He lowered his head and kissed Du Lin's forehead.

"Until that moment, you will always be mine, durin."