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

This is not a result that can be changed simply by accepting or rejecting Duoling.

Jack the Ripper was already intent on enjoying his sacrifice.

A dark, damp, confinement room.

The candlelight that was originally arranged deliberately by the program group has been completely wiped away by a "hand"——

There was only a vast expanse of whiteness left, like a ghostly mist of phosphorous fire.

Du Lin himself seemed to be sinking under a bottomless black wave...

The ghost that couldn't be touched entwined little by little the traffic star.

His already beautiful eyebrows and eyes were flushed with kisses.

It looks like a pool of spring water is shining.

"Durin, you are so beautiful."

He said so fascinated.

A shallow kiss touched his hair little by little.

Like a child tasting candy on the tip of his tongue.

A little bit of reluctance to remove the icing.

Taste the fragrance soaked inside.

"Let's play a... a game that will be unforgettable and unforgettable for you."

The ghost was buried intimately between Du Lin's tender neck, and said with a smile.

"you will like it."

…………

The body is like a light boat, shuttling back and forth in the mist.

Du Lin's consciousness was very clear.

The cheeks were pecked and kissed by the cold and delicate "lips"...

As if there were countless mouths, Tian bit his earlobe.

Human skin paper looked at this scene with very complicated emotions.

It stands to reason that it is that one's reference book.

Seeing that the Lord of the Abyss successfully dragged the host down the tide of chaos...

Violate him with impunity.

Seeing that fair cheek stained with an intoxicating blush, losing his mind, he should gloat.

But the human skin paper always felt that the current mood was weird.

A little dizzy and uncomfortable.

[The voice of the human skin paper sounds a little yin and yang: host, what do you think? 】

Will the deity give you greater happiness than other clones that have escaped the control of consciousness?

【Du Lin sighed expressionlessly: It's okay, but it's a bit chilly. 】

[Like a doorknob that has leaked. 】

Anyway, doi this matter, and who does not do it.

He's used to it every copy.

In addition, the other party did help him by killing the old man who coveted the original owner.

Just treat it as a reward and reward.

It was also comfortable to be served.

…………

After eating and wiping off the little traffic star, Ghosting took a step back in satisfaction.

Use that strange mist to clean up all the traces of wet lulu left by it...

Only those red and brilliant lips remained.

Like a special marker, it is carefully kept.

Showing the traces of it once kissed.

"Durin, are you there?"

The headset connected to the ear suddenly heard a loud electric sound.

Du Lin came back to his senses.

He blinked his wet eyelashes.

That was the voice of the protagonist Shou Song Zimo.

"Mr. Du Lin, the audience here said that after you opened the door of the confinement room, the live screen went black?"

"What happened, is everything okay?"

Interpol asked nervously.

He felt a bit of regret in his heart.

Although the old man was in his anticipation, the suspicion of being Jack the Ripper was minimal.

But if he made a wrong estimate...and turned that beautiful person into a stiff and cold corpse, Song Zimo would never forgive himself.

The little traffic star licked her lips gently.

It was full of the rusty smell of blood.

He glanced at the ghost figure surrounding his neck.

Look at the head rolling down like a ball on the ground and the intestines scattered all over the ground...

Du Lin: Very good, it's just after a ghost doi, plus killing a person in a variety show.

His voice was very calm: "It's okay, I'll be down soon."

Hung up the headset.

Hearing Xiao Xingxing's words, the ghost entrenched behind him seemed a little displeased.

On the slender neck like a swan, he took a hard bite.

"Going down soon?"

The undead of Jack the Ripper showed his white teeth.

Like white bones growing out of rock crevices.

There was an inexplicable smell of vinegar in the voice.

"You care and care about him, so you can't wait to go to his side."

Durin: ...

Don't make trouble, haven't you also possessed him?

He returned to the previous question, "Who the hell are you?"

The ghost stared deeply at his belongings.

The light in his eyes became more and more unscrupulous.

Like a fire mingled with greed.

"I'll let you know when it's all over."

The voice paused strangely.

"Don't worry, in this world... I will continue to be with you."

After speaking, the black shadow disappeared without a sound.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Undead?Jack the Ripper: Favorability: 80%——Blackening value: 60%——]

[When you follow the plot line of exposing the streets and being forced to wear women's clothes to the streets...don't be played to death by the club people, durin. 】

…………

Two hours have passed since the live broadcast room was blacked out.

The other explorers have all returned to the lobby.

The protagonist was attacked by Song Zimo and Lu Chen, seeing Du Lin's delayed future, a little anxiety and worry inevitably flashed across his face.

As for the people in other clubs, they all knew that the financial securities firm was enjoying a "good meal" and naturally they didn't say anything.

Dooling fans are also very worried.

A small number of black fans are gloating about their misfortune.

I feel that the small traffic star must have been scared to pee in the confinement room, which is very embarrassing.

This made the director abruptly cut off the camera.

[Shut up, if you want to care about and spread rumors about our brother Du Zi, you might as well swallow the key that should be swallowed first! 】

Fans objected.

Black fan: "..."

Time passed by minute by minute.

After the headset was hung up, Song Zimo even planned to go to the confinement room on the third floor to have a look.

But it was stopped by the "director" with a gloomy voice.

The atmosphere in the lobby is surging like a torrent...

In the next second, a traffic star slowly appeared.

Stay away from the signal jammer attached to the old man's severed head.

When we got to the lobby, the live broadcast room resumed.

I saw that the lips of the young man who had been moisturized were a little red.

Like the dew on the branches after the rain...

Exudes a bright color.

With this ambiguous and blurred look, almost everyone's breathing stopped.

Including people in the live broadcast room.

The human skin paper's previous guess was correct.

There is a ghostly charm about the host.

After being infiltrated by the creatures that condensed all the chaotic malice and desires in the abyss... the charm spread to the extreme.

It looks even crazier.

It's like the rotten flowers of the other side that bloom on the way back from the dead.

It makes people unable to think, leaving only the instinct driven by human nature.

want to hug him...

Want to mate with him...

want to possess him.

Seeing this, the audience basically has no brains.

Those black fans who tried hard to resist were left with messages like licking the screen all over the place.

Where did the whole Internet hacker come from?

They all defected.

[I've lost my mind...I feel a sense of emptiness that goes deep into heaven. Is it true that I can see Du Zige's fairy beauty without paying? 】

[Scumbags, scumbags, I just want to say one thing after a thousand words, brother, hurry up and scumbag me! !I lie flat, as long as I can kiss you from below and lick your little 'mouth' shasha! 】

President Fang Jiping raised his eyebrows.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, the fox's eyes were filled with complex emotions.

——The old guy succeeded...?

The old man's status in the Bloody Mary Club was on an equal footing with the president Fang Jiping, much higher than the others.

It's just that I usually don't like to have fun in the flesh, and I prefer to go directly to another killing "program" in the club.

It stands to reason that other starlets would be finished if they were played, but it was just for fun.

Fang Jiping thought so too.

But when I saw Du Lin's alluring lips, it was obviously the marks left by someone who had kissed them hard and moisturized them...

I feel a little uncomfortable.

The man rubbed the bridge of his nose with his hand and sighed.

This is really bad.

It's just a little uncomfortable...

Then follow up the procedure of shooting first and then killing, disembowelling.

what can we do about it.

…………

"what happened?"

A cold voice sounded beside his ears.

The protagonist Song Zimo and the protagonist Lu Chen spoke at the same time.

He squeezed Du Lin's thin arm.

It's like punching a hole.

Feeling each other's extraordinary attention to Du Lin, they couldn't help squinting their eyes.

Looking at each other's eyes full of hostility.

Originally in the original plot, they had already opened their hearts, told each other their identities, and planned to work together to find Jack the Ripper...

It looks like an enemy like water and fire.

"You really care about him, but you don't know in what capacity is this drug lord's distant nephew saying these things?"

Film Emperor Lu Chen said with a smile on his face.

Song Zimo rolled his eyelids.

His face was always handsome and elegant, but his eyes were full of disgust.

"It's better than a mad dog who can't love it."

"Mr. Film King, don't forget how you speak nonsense in front of the media..."

"Say that even if you like a dog in the future, you won't have even the slightest chance of being together with Du Lin again."

The protagonist attacked Lu Chen: "..."

That was the interview he gave to a small media on the day he learned of being betrayed by "Du Lin".

I didn't expect Song Zimo to dig so deep...

His face was instantly black as ink.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Protagonist Gong Ying Lu Chen: Favorability: 80%——Blackening value: 60%——]

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[The protagonist is influenced by Interpol Song Zimo: Favorability: 75%——Blackening value: 55%——]

[Human skin is expressionless: By the way, their sense of each other has dropped to -80. 】

[Exceeded the threshold of the disgust level of the protagonist in the previous dungeons. 】

[The voice of the human skin paper machine sounds a bit mocking: Your emotional line has also been broken through, host. 】

Du Lin: ...hehe.

The painter Zhou Sinian, who was staring at them with incomprehensible eyes, seemed to think of something, and raised his elegant eyebrows.

"Why didn't Mr. Liang come down? Is it just you, little star."

The surrounding air seemed to shake violently.

That's right...how come the old man hasn't come down yet.

Even in order to clean up those unbearable traces, it shouldn't have been delayed for so long.

Du Lin squinted his eyes, thinking about how to hide the news that the old man was dead.

Can't hide it.

No one would believe that this holographic online game variety show would spawn a ghost.

It will only put all the vengeful torture on the little star.

Everyone in the club looked at Du Lin with dangerous eyes...

little guy... what did you do?

Don't let our killing program run ahead of schedule.

At this moment, an old voice sounded slowly.

Sounds a little stiff and mechanical.

"It's nothing, just now we encountered the ghost derived from Bloody Mary."

"The plasma in the variety show group is quite realistic."

"I was a little frightened, and I waited for a long time, hehe, let this little guy come down first."

Du Lin's pupils shrank slightly.

I saw the stairway on the blue slate... the old man in the wheelchair slowly appeared.

He couldn't see at all that in the confinement room just now, the ghost randomly cut open his stomach, tore it in half from the middle, and picked off his head.

Only the baggy robe was stained with blood.

Nothing out of the ordinary.

The whole person is intact.

How can this be?

People cannot be resurrected after death, and everything just now was not an illusion.

unless--

"He's not human anymore."

In his mind, Du Lin said slowly.

"He has been replaced by a ghost and possessed."

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 60%——]

Du Lin: You guessed it, it's so fucking exciting, no wonder he said he would come to accompany me

The old man pushed the wheelchair and chatted with the president Fang Jiping.

More and more like a living person.

Except for the somewhat rigid and mechanical tone at the beginning, it became more and more normal.

Fang Jiping and the others didn't think too much about it.

I only think that the abnormality of the old man at the beginning... is because he finally finished a game of hunting for beauty.

After all, when you are older, you need to slow down in pursuit of excitement.

Also found a good excuse.

Ghost of Bloody Mary?

The entire crew was invested and filmed by their club.

They know exactly which rooms have interesting little tricks.

And at the moment when the old man turned his head inadvertently.

Du Lin saw the flickering... Inorganic vertical pupils like insects.

Staring straight at him.

With his lips parted slightly, he slowly uttered a word with his lips——

— durin.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Undead?Jack the Ripper: Favorability: 85%——Blackening value: 60%——]

【Character statement: I will kill and possess all those who want to hurt you...】

[This way you don’t have to worry about your own safety. 】

…………

The atmosphere in the lobby became much more active.

The first day of variety show shooting was quite satisfactory.

Everyone is waiting for the sound of the finale.

Du Lin looked at the old man in the club with a strange expression——

Only he knew that it was a ghost covered in human skin.

What is this called.

The undead of Jack the Ripper... unexpectedly got mixed up in the killing club that committed crimes in his name.

Things seem to be getting interesting.

The sound of electricity from the headset slowly sounded.

With a bit of tingling scalp itching.

The director licked his lips, and his voice was full of satisfaction.

As if just had a full meal.

"The mid-term recording is over - everyone can rest."

Instead, he stretched out his hand, and with a rather intimate gesture, he connected to the sound channel of Dulin's headset alone.

"Especially you, Mr. Beautiful."

"It must have been on the coffin of the Iron Maiden just now... the waist that I was able to hold with one hand was bent for so long..."

"It must be very sour."