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

——The "recording" game of intimidation...

——The little mouse lurking in the crowd...

Du Lin pondered in his heart the reminder of the character's voice given by the human skin paper.

He narrowed his eyes slowly.

—Could it be that...the dirty water that the original owner framed the protagonist before had something to do with them?

——Who is the little mouse referring to?

One guess after another was circling in his mind.

It's just that the little traffic star doesn't show up on the surface.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 50%——]

Under the interested eyes of the president Fang Jiping and the old man, his face was as pale as a piece of pale and delicate paper.

A look full of fear.

Some brows frowning anxiously and anxiously tainted that overly glamorous and indifferent face with a kind of defeated beauty.

But it makes people want to bully even more.

The old man stopped the wheelchair patiently and urged him.

"Did you hear that? Follow up quickly, don't delay the progress of the show."

"Come, come..."

Du Lin said in a low voice.

A cold color flashed in the beautiful pupils.

[Human skin paper: Obviously, the host, he wants to play with you in Bloody Mary's confinement room. 】

[Du Lin: It's really interesting. 】

[The live broadcast room is still open, this old guy has achieved such a high position in the international financial circle, the reputation should be very good. 】

[He is crazy, wanting to tear off that hypocritical face in front of so many people in the live broadcast room? 】

[The human skin paper paused, then vaguely reminded: This kind of people...they will always find a way to do crazy things they want to do. 】

[Be careful. 】

[Du Lin: I know. 】

…………

According to the script, Du Lin walked to the third floor with the old man in silence.

The stairs were dark and dank, with a worm-like dampness.

On the 3rd floor is the confinement room of Bloody Mary.

In the background of this dungeon, it is rumored that Bloody Mary is in this room, punishing those "bad" male prostitutes.

When she was young, she suffered a lot of humiliation from rich businessmen in order to make a living.

Like a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

When she got old and gained a fortune... she also became the person she hated the most.

Many of those lively and beautiful boys were forced to be tied to this castle.

Naturally, many people are unwilling.

But Bloody Mary chose coercion and punishment.

"This group of filthy sluts... don't they just give money to play?"

"I gave them so much money! So much money! Just let me do whatever I want!"

"Is this because you look down on your old face?"

On her somewhat aging and slack face, there was an extremely distorted look.

Facing the tearful boys who were forced to kneel and tremble in front of him, they waved their whips one by one and whipped them.

Cut their original pretty faces to reveal bright bloodstains.

Like a medieval witch.

In the confinement room, there were one hideous instrument of torture after another.

There is a brazier... a Xing frame with a soldering iron... It looks like a coffin, and it is filled with cages of iron maidens that are densely packed with barbs...

Du Lin recalled the information implied in the script about the "confinement room" to be explored, and couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling.

[Du Lin: It's so exciting, it's really heavy. 】

[I hope that the ghost that is staring at me has nothing to do with Bloody Mary. 】

[Otherwise it would be too unappetizing. 】

【Human skin paper: ………】

It really doesn't matter.

After all, it is the consciousness avatar projection of that one who came to catch you personally.

There were traces of a wheelchair rolling over the ground behind him...

The old man at the back spoke to Du Lin in a slow tone, as if he was popularizing science for passers-by in the live broadcast room.

"Be careful. According to Western legends, Bloody Mary is a lingering prostitute... the ghost she conjures will possess the "apparatus" that was once used in the castle with evil intentions."

It seemed that the traffic star was leaving too fast, and a trace of displeasure flashed across the old man's face.

For such a high-ranking and powerful person, juniors who are younger than him will obediently push his wheelchair behind him when they meet him.

Like an accessory.

It's not like Du Lin took a big step, obviously trying to avoid him.

A very impolite, very obedient look...

In the past, Liang Xiaobai, a financial securities company, would directly throw this kind of bad "male prostitute" to the people behind for the second step of processing.

But the kid has a good face.

It's really exciting.

He pampered this ignorant child a little more.

So, the old man slowly stretched out his fingers and gently buckled the metal interface on the wheelchair, reminding him aloud.

"If the program team has done enough homework and wants to fully reproduce the panic atmosphere given by Bloody Mary in the Middle Ages, there will definitely be terrible things waiting for you in this confinement room."

"Don't go so fast, and don't touch things too much, come behind me."

"Little guy, if you don't want to be embarrassed, you'd better be more cautious and walk with others obediently."

Durin: ...

What a poor excuse.

He obviously wanted to play with me and let me stay by his side obediently.

The little traffic star narrowed his eyes slightly.

After hesitating for a moment, he still slowed down and followed behind the old man.

The people in the live broadcast room were still staring... He didn't want the original owner's bad reputation to become worse because of this confrontation.

Seeing Du Lin's well-behaved appearance, the old man nodded in satisfaction and stopped talking.

…………

After approaching the confinement room, the air seemed to be filled with a chaotic and anxious smell of blood.

There are also sharp laughter full of variety effects.

It was as if the whore Bloody Mary, who had been dead for many years, was still brandishing a whip, staying behind the door.

Waiting for other bright and beautiful boys to be sent to the confinement room.

Both the old man and Durin stopped in their tracks.

There are three locks hanging firmly on the rusty door outside the confinement room.

As a horror puzzle variety show that explores spirits, unlocking content is a must.

Next to it is a ghost picture of the Hanged Man.

There are numbers hidden in the bloody swirling pattern.

To open the door, follow the clues and hints found in the patterns.

The old man in the wheelchair easily reached out and opened the first and second locks.

Didn't even look at the painting.

It's like knowing the password all along.

Seeing the opponent's smooth and skilled movements, Du Lin's gaze paused slightly.

I just feel that the old man knows this castle very well.

Suddenly, an extremely terrifying guess emerged in Du Lin's mind.

Everything that happened in this variety show... seems to be under his control.

Come to think of it, it's not just the elderly.

President Fang Jiping knew that there were 7 rooms in the castle without groping upwards when selecting the rooms.

This is not introduced in the script.

In the script, only the specific locations of the confinement room, the Scarlet Kitchen and the basement are introduced...

why?

Why do they know this castle so well?

It's as if this ancient castle, this variety show... was built by them.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 57%——]

Dooling:?

What the hell?

He just guessed casually... actually guessed right?

On the other side, the old man had already stopped moving.

When he was about to open the third lock, he turned his head and looked at the traffic star with interest.

It was obviously a malicious look, but because it was hiding in a dark corner, it was hard to see clearly.

At least the audience in the live broadcast room didn't notice anything unusual.

"You can try how to unlock the third lock, Mr. During."

The old man said with a smile.

There was a faint hint in the voice...

"If not, you can ask me for help."

At that time, what you have to pay in the confinement room may not only be the price of "body"...

The small traffic star who was so viciously spied on stood silently in front of the door as if he hadn't noticed it.

Seeing that Du Lin finally showed something in this suspenseful and terrifying variety show, the live broadcast room also started to commotion.

In addition to those who licked the screen for that gorgeous beauty, there were not a few who were quite curious about Du Lin's character hidden under his appearance.

The audio from the splashing of dirty water...shows a complete, cowardly, cowardly piece of garbage.

With this bewitching beauty... there is a deep sense of contradiction.

Those who like starlets subconsciously don't think Du Lin is like this.

I hope he is good enough and gentle enough.

It's like a clear spring flowing in a mountain stream.

Of course, those who hated Du Lin also began to mock at this juncture without hesitation.

[It's just a starlet who relies on his face, what amazing actions can he expect? 】

[The idiot who was bombarded by actor Lu Chen before... You haven't seen it before, and you expect him to solve the mystery and unlock it? 】

Before Du Lin touched the door, other squatting fans retorted fiercely.

[What's wrong with relying on the face!I've eaten your rice, take a piss and look in the mirror, we Du Zige looks like a fairy, and being on the show is a favor for me and other mortals! 】

[You can go ahead, my husband hasn't tried to open the lock yet, how do you know he can't? 】

[If Kiss Baby can unlock the lock easily, what are you going to do? 】

Heizi swears by it.

[It's simple, only this kind of star can do it... Then I'll just swallow this rusty lock in one mouthful! 】

Du Lin's indifferent face: ... ... No need, really, do you just want to swallow the lock that much? :)

At any rate, it is also the second dungeon that I have enjoyed the "course" taught by Yu Wenzheng's mathematics massage to broaden my horizons.

He was so smart that he didn't even need the human skin paper to remind him, but just casually looked at the ghost picture of the Hanged Man.

The numbers show a regular decreasing order of the nth power, and there are two staggered columns on the upper and lower slopes.

The brain turned slightly, and the pale and delicate fingers casually flipped and turned the rusty lock twice.

With a click, Du Lin easily opened the lock.

The content of the live broadcast room, which was still swiping the screen and tearing each other up, stopped quickly.

[Ah this. 】

[Ah this. 】

[Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow? ! 】

[Those who scolded me before, hurry up and live broadcast Tunsuo for me! ! 】

The sunspots fell silent resentfully, and no longer spoke.

On the contrary, more people had strange emotions towards Du Lin.

…………

The door of the confinement room opened slowly.

A dark and damp smell mixed with a strong smell of blood rushed towards the face...

The eyes of all the people in the live broadcast room stayed on the open lock.

Only the old man sitting in a wheelchair at the back, with an indescribable, curious gaze, lingered on the young man's beautiful face and slender body for a long time...

What a smart boy.

He really likes such people.

Financial securities dealer Liang Xiaobai's mouth slightly curved.

The old man casually took out a patch-like thing and stuck it on the monocle connected to the live broadcast room.

It seems to be to isolate the channel connected to the live broadcast for a short period of time.

There was a creaking sound... the electric current that played a shielding role was slowly ringing.

The financial securities firm spoke slowly.

Tore away the seemingly kind and kind side.

"Are you still a virgin? Haven't you been enjoyed by anyone?"

"Little guy, your ex-boyfriend Lu Chen hasn't touched you, has he?"

Durin stopped pushing the door open.

This is no longer installed?

Isn't the studio still open?

The little traffic star looked back at him in disbelief.

And at this moment, he found that the live broadcast room connected to the whole network froze.

An abnormal striped picture began to flicker on the screen——

"Don't waste your time."

A faint voice sounded.

"I blocked the live broadcast room with special equipment... You want to reopen it, unless you go outside and open the holographic online game room."

In this bloody confinement room, the old man turned the wheelchair, and with his rough fingers, took off a barbed whip from Bloody Mary's torture rack...

Slowly came to the front of the small traffic star.

The cold whip touched Du Lin's sharp and smooth jaw.

He watched Durin carefully.

The young man's cheeks were a little pale, reminiscent of Frost Snow who had lost its color.

The more I look at it, the more I feel satisfied.

This child is not only good-looking, but also very smart.

It's a pity to be a sacrificial plaything...

The old man thought for a while, his expression darkened, his eager desire overwhelmed his reason.

Invite Durin again to join Bloody Mary's club.

"Little guy, do you think our club is just a product of the ordinary fun of the upper class?"

"Those so-called erotic transactions... are just a superficial cover."

The old man spoke slowly.

"I think you are very smart, and you look very pleasing, so I decided to give you another chance."

"Have you ever thought... It's like in the background of this old castle, Bloody Mary will punish those lively and beautiful boys in this confinement room."

"The good-looking little stars, artists, dancers we searched all over the world... If they are disobedient, what will happen?"

"Is it really just to deprive them of their resources and simply block them?"

"That's kind of boring."

"It's just a puppy that can be reproduced in a human factory."

"When those clear glass-like eyeballs, those bright red lips like rose petals, can't obediently express our favorite love words..."

"What do you think will happen to them?"

The soft whip patted Du Lin's delicate cheek lightly and casually.

With a strange suggestive taste.

"You have to know that the body of a puppy like yours is not just for pleasure..."

"On the icy street, seeing them like prey one after another, shivering, begging to give them a way to survive..."

"Otherwise, you will face the end of disembowelling, and you will face more cruel torture than death..."

In the end, the old man slowed down his tone.

The hoarse sound was like mud washing over the wall over and over again.

"Have you heard...the Killing Club, which imitated the urban legend Jack the Ripper?"

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 70%——]

The gesture of the whip rubbing against his cheek... made Du Lin's pupils shrink suddenly.

And at this moment, he saw a strange, half-fog-like ghost slowly seeping in.