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

Looking at the traces in the mirror, Du Lin pondered for a moment: "Exchange points for a Band-Aid for me, block it."

[The human skin paper paused, glanced at his neck: yes. 】

It is indeed a bit dazzling.

The body of Durin itself is very good.

Under the extreme coldness of the facial features... a bit more lingering and charming suddenly appeared.

If this trace is licked by the people in the live broadcast room, it is estimated that the plot line of the original work will collapse further.

I am afraid that there is no real or fake black material left in the minds of those black fans...

The full screen will be——

"Damn it I want to lick."

"Damn it, I also want to leave such bright red marks on the back of such a white and tender neck!"

"Hi, I'll call my wife directly!"

Human skin paper: ………

The role-playing of the host, a small traffic star who has been hacked by the whole network, will completely fail.

No, let’s post it quickly!

Du Lin didn't know the details that were twisted in the human skin paper's mind.

He casually exchanged a band-aid from the human skin to cover up the bruise on the back of his neck and behind his earlobe.

Behind the fair skin, black hair as long as ink hangs down gently.

The traces of being bitten and touched by strange and unknown creatures... were instantly covered up without a trace.

Tomorrow will be the first day of recording for the Castle Ghost Program.

Without seeing with his own eyes the strangely changed state of mind of the black fans outside who were dominated by desire, Du Lin thought that he was still a little traffic star who was simply hacked by the whole network.

He thought very simply.

Wouldn't it be shocking if those black fans who stayed in his live broadcast room anytime and anywhere saw this trace.

Airborne hot search again.

It is believed that he had an improper relationship with the guests participating in the variety show.

The original owner's flirtatious name has been confirmed, and a lot of suspicion has been added in vain.

The less trouble, the better.

You can't go to Weibo and explain clumsily that you were molested by ghosts.

The little traffic star narrowed his eyes slightly.

[Du Lin: And seeing such traces... Maybe it will anger the Jack the Ripper who is hiding in the dark and licking blood in advance. 】

[I want to get ready. 】

[Whether it's Ghost Shadow or him, the plot of the original owner being hunted down in the alley should be dragged steadily until the middle of this variety show. 】

He circled the names of the variety show participants in this dungeon in his mind.

Who would be Jack the Ripper?

Whether it's the painter Zhou Sinian, the president Fang Jiping...everyone has some suspicious points about them.

To be precise, everyone who has participated in the "Bloody Mary" club has doubts.

But Zhou Sinian seems to be the most suspicious.

Think about the other party's proactive attack with a friendly look... Handing him a business card, with a hidden threat to make him a playmate.

I always feel that it has merged with the evil taste of Jack the Ripper's aesthetics.

Du Lin touched his forehead.

I felt something was wrong again.

[Human skin paper: why? 】

[Du Lin muttered to himself: The purpose of the Bloody Mary Club is to cultivate male prostitutes who are active, well-behaved and let go for the upper class, as a pastime. 】

[According to Jack the Ripper's aversion to prostitutes and his addiction to slaughter, he will join forces with those high-level colleagues in this club... Will he play with glamorous boys? 】

Thoughts are a little disordered.

He just felt as if there was an important link in the chain of logical evidence that had been hidden.

It also needs the follow-up plot development of the Gubao Tanling Variety Show to fill this loophole.

………………

When the traffic star came out of the bathroom, under Song Zimo's worried and suspicious eyes, Du Lin still pushed the blame to the protagonist Lu Chen.

Song Zimo believed it.

There was a faint chill in his handsome and elegant face.

He suddenly felt itchy in his hand.

I want to use the prestige of Interpol to check it out.

In this dungeon, some of the wealthy families in Huaguo got their fortunes when the Soviet Union disintegrated.

Behind the scenes, he is also doing some gray things.

It privately embezzled a lot of arms left by the former Soviet Union and a large amount of private heritage.

He didn't believe that the Lu family where the actor Lu Chen lived was fine.

Staring at the face of the traffic star, Song Zimo only felt his Adam's apple move slightly.

He was a little startled by the thought he just had.

This is the first time he, who has come to be honest and upright, has the idea of ​​abusing his power...

What a cursed face.

Who can escape being bewitched by such beauty?

At this time, in Du Lin's mind, the human skin paper kindly told him that the protagonist's favorability with the protagonist has dropped again——

It's -40 now.

Durin: ...whatever.

He can no longer control the emotional lines of each dungeon.

Anyway, no matter what annoying things he does, the protagonist Gong and the protagonist Shou will stick to him like a dog later on.

Just like the protagonist of this dungeon, Gong Lu Chen.

He has played with his feelings severely, but he still ran over in the middle of the night and wanted to sleep in a room with him.

………………

Night time is coming soon.

The castle gradually moved towards the quiet night.

Tomorrow is the first day of recording variety shows. Du Lin climbed into bed and closed his eyes.

The protagonist Shou Song Zimo is a gentleman.

Even though he had some unclear and ambiguous thoughts about the little traffic star, he still restrained and politely slept on the edge of the bed.

Such a big man... yet curled up like a koala.

A large blank space was left for Durin.

The bell at 12 o'clock in the middle of the night echoed slowly——

Durin fell into sleep.

And the Interpol lying on the side... His handsome and elegant brows were slightly frowned.

He softly called Du Lin's name like a dream.

But listen carefully...

Seems to be "durin".

Indistinctly, it seemed that there was some black mist getting in from his ears...

A strange delusion in my mind was magnified.

…………

The protagonist Shou Song Zimo had a very chaotic and hideous dream in his mind.

In the mist that flowed in like mercury, he slowly opened his eyes.

Song Zimo's pupils shrank slightly.

He discovered... what he dreamed about was the smoky streets of London.

Pulled up on the street is another yellow cordon.

What sounded around was the sound of sirens forcing the crowd to disperse.

Very harsh.

"This is……"

Song Zimo muttered to himself.

—The first time he encountered the crime scene of Jack the Ripper.

——Why do you have such a dream?

The brain is hard to function like a paste.

Song Zimo narrowed his eyes slightly.

He hesitated for a moment, but still walked forward, passing through the warning lines——

What I saw was an extremely obscene appearance.

The prostitute who was brutally injured at the corner of the intersection, lying on the blue tiles covered with blood, has long since disappeared.

It was replaced by a...

A traffic star with a tear-stained face and an extremely mean appearance.

That was the face of Du Lin who had disturbed his mind during the day.

"Please... let me go."

He sobbed softly, his eyelashes stained with tears, like crabapple flowers wet after the rain.

The little traffic star knelt on the ground.

From the front, she was wearing a pure skirt of a woman.

The choker circle of pure white lace bound his slender neck like a swan tightly.

Spotless to the extreme.

And amidst such a beautiful scene...

Viewed from the back, the hem of the skirt was completely exposed.

The back fabric has been hollowed out.

Kneeling pitifully on the ground, the posture in which her hands are bound by the red rope... suddenly exposed the shoulder bones on her back.

It's like a butterfly fluttering its wings, passing through endless mountains.

The protagonist Shou Song Zimo only felt that his brain was in chaos.

He could hardly think anymore.

Why do I dream of such a scene...?

Song Zimo raised his head slowly and hesitantly.

I saw an indifferent and abstinent man standing behind the little traffic star.

He took off his casual clothes for participating in variety shows to hide his identity.

Put on the uniform of Interpol, which was originally quite broad and abstinent.

The man slowly took out his baton.

His expression was dangerous, like blood illuminated by the moonlight.

He used his baton to touch the young man's white and alluring ankle protruding from under the hem of the skirt.

Looking down at the little traffic star who was kneeling and begging for mercy.

That demeanor that always treats others humbly... At this moment, it is covered by a strong jealousy and cruel look.

"Do you still dare to seduce others? Why did you let Lu Chen, the actor who participated in the variety show, pinch your neck and let him kiss your earlobe?"

"Don't dare..."

On a foggy street corner at a crossroads in London, England, traffic starlets cried with red eye circles.

Fingers pinched almost pale to transparent.

"Did you know that in this variety show, Jack the Ripper is following you? You are still dressed like this, what do you want to lure him into?"

The cold baton was gently placed next to Du Lin's cheek.

"Or do you want to turn everyone in this variety show... into Jack the Ripper?"

"Possess you together? Huh?"

The man pinched the little star's chin and moved closer to him.

The hot air coming out of his mouth... almost swallowed this poor, trembling cold young man in one gulp.

The protagonist Shou Song Zimo only felt a splitting headache.

And when he lowered his head, trying to stop that person and see his face clearly.

But he found the person who pinched Du Lin Hongyan's lips with his hand and forced him to open his mouth to kiss...

It turned out to be myself.

…………

A series of bells rang.

The morning light shines in through the gaps in the curtains of the castle——

The official recording of the first day of the castle exploration is about to begin.

Song Zimo woke up with a start.

Section after section of cold sweat wet his face.

He couldn't believe the dirty picture in his dream...

And the crazy shady things that were done.

Song Zimo pursed his lips and opened them slightly, feeling that his mouth was very dry.

And the little traffic star on the side had already got out of bed and put on his clothes neatly.

This time the young man was wearing a three-piece suit with a slim fit.

The waistcoat trousers outlined the upturned buttocks.

Coupled with the long black hair like silk, it only makes people feel that there is a dash of sassy and heroic spirit mixed with the neutral beauty.

appear more charming.

With just a glance, Interpol felt that something was wrong with the heat on his face...

He even hesitated to look at Du Lin.

Because in the dream, he held a baton and patted his cheek lightly...

Looking at that cold and indifferent face, I was in a mess crying.

Red lips can... keep begging for mercy.

What exactly is going on? !

Is that really him?

Song Zimo just found it incredible.

Why is there such a weird dark side to Durin in this castle...

The bad things he did to Durin in his dreams...

Not like an Interpol at all, but more like Jack the Ripper who tracked down countless countries.

He considered himself to be a perfectly decent man when he was training in the army.

This castle...

This so-called holographic online game...

What terrible secret is hidden in the end?

There seemed to be looming something more horrible and dark than the killing of hundreds of prostitutes.

Is that kind of thing indirectly affecting yourself?

A chaotic hum of thoughts surrounded her, like countless tinnitus.

Du Lin on the other side changed his clothes, looked at his well-dressed figure in the mirror, and nodded in satisfaction.

Immediately after turning his head, he saw Song Zimo's innocent and uncertain complexion.

He has already made up his mind to establish a good relationship with Interpol in the upcoming variety show adventure activities, and together they will discover the true face of Jack the Ripper.

But the little traffic star discovered... the protagonist Shou's expression was flickering at this time, and he was a little avoiding him?

Du Lin asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Song Zimo paused, his voice faltering.

Just the act of talking back to Du Lin made that elegant and handsome face burn red: "No... nothing..."

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[The protagonist is influenced by Interpol Song Zimo: Favorability: 55%——Blackening value: 40%——]

[Character's statement: I don't have any weird fetishes... I don't like using batons, please don't get me wrong. 】

Dooling:?

what the hell? ?

Why did he not understand the emotional confession of the main character for the first time? ? ?

Human skin paper: Alas, this dungeon... is completely finished.

And at this moment, the monocle mirror connected to the live broadcast room by the ear suddenly made a noisy sound.

The director's indifferent and stiff voice sounded slowly.

It was like the cracking sound of being cut by glass abruptly.

"The first day of spirit exploration in the castle begins officially."

"The live broadcast room is open."

"Action—"

In the next second, he connected to the live channel with Du Lin alone.

In the paused voice, there was an emotion that was closer to the "gentleness" of human feelings.

"Beautiful Mr. Du Lin, a friendly reminder, in the next exploration process, be careful not to leave alone."

"Otherwise, there may be dirty things in the castle... targeting you."