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

With the "director"'s order, the variety show of Gubao Tanling also came to an end.

The potion in the cabin faded slowly, and a series of bubbles flew in front of him.

In the immersive holographic cabin, the young man slowly opened his eyes.

His appearance itself has a smoky beauty.

The morning dew in the mountains and forests is not as attractive as his eyebrows.

Not to mention those red, hot lips that were kissed.

Du Lin only felt that his head was still a little dizzy.

Stepping on the ground is like stepping on a series of cotton wool, which doesn't feel real.

The soreness in his waist after doi made his body go limp slightly.

And at this moment, a pair of strong and cold hands gently pressed against his wrist.

"It's all right, Durin."

The "director" looked at him with a smile.

He looked normal.

The premise is to ignore the pair of insect-like compound eyes that shone with a strange red light.

Constantly groping Du Lin's delicate wrist with his rough fingers, the "director" said meaningfully——

"It seems that your physical strength is not good enough."

There was chaotic intimacy in the weird and stiff voice.

"Is it too painful to be waned by me before?"

Obviously there is only turbid air around.

But the frosty touch of the weird black mist kissing the earlobe... came to Du Lin's side again.

Layers wrapped him up.

wrapped around him.

"We still need to do a few more games... to improve your stamina so that you can have a better enjoyment."

Du Lin: ...you don't have to enjoy it, really.

Only one reward for repaying kindness is enough.

The traffic star had a cold, beautiful face like a spring flower.

Just like the persona shows.

No matter how coquettish and cheap she is in her bones, she still holds it on her face.

It's like an offering that was placed on an altar to worship.

"Thank you for this opportunity, but I have more important things to do next."

With that said, Du Lin turned and left.

The "director" looked at his slender and thin back, and the corners of his mouth raised strangely.

"We'll meet again, Durin."

The tip of the tongue is against the sharp fine teeth.

It was like an unforgettable... a malicious curse buried in the heart.

Let his little lover never have a way to leave his side.

Whether it is this copy... whether it is the abyss or reality.

…………

Durin wore a wide hat, which covered most of his deceptive face.

He carefully hid in a corner and observed.

Sure enough, after the short-term recording of the variety show ended, everyone in the club patiently waited in the recording studio without leaving.

The protagonist Gong Lu Chen and the protagonist Shou Song Zimo also had their own thoughts and waited in place.

Their goals are all small traffic stars.

【Du Lin: I have to find a way to avoid them. I can't be stopped by people from the club, and I can't have further contact with Song Zimo and Lu Chen. 】

[Seeing my abnormal behavior can easily arouse their suspicion. 】

【This dungeon must be ended as soon as possible, the longer it is delayed, the more dangerous it will be. 】

[Human skin paper: That's right, a friendly reminder to the host that the blackening value of these characters has basically reached more than 70%. 】

[Its voice paused: For the members of the Bloody Mary Club, if their blackness value exceeds 80%, the game they want to play with you may not simply be on the streets of London, naked strong X So easy. 】

[Du Lin: I know. 】

The youth lowered the brim of his hat.

Carefully avoid them.

Fortunately, it is not known whether there was a "director" to help it or other reasons.

Without anyone stopping, Du Lin successfully left the crew.

…………

He returned to the house rented by the agent of the original owner of Little Cannon Fodder.

The little cannon fodder is very miserable. He signed a contract of selling himself with the company, and it is very difficult to terminate the contract.

He didn't have much money, so the house was rented in the most common one on the corner of the street.

With this desolate look, it is obvious that the act of pouring dirty water on the protagonist before recording the audio did not get any benefits.

It was a game of humiliation played by coercion and temptation.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 75%——]

Hearing the prompt of the plot in his mind, a cold sharpness flashed in Du Lin's beautiful eyes.

Sure enough.

I didn't expect the evil shadow cast by the club... to be so terrifying.

The original owner's last wish did not point out this point directly.

Just shivering secretly, said like a quail——

"My wish is to be able to live well and live cleanly."

The little traffic star sat in front of the computer desk expressionlessly.

The flashing blue light on the screen cut his face into bright and dark marks.

The corners of the bright lips are slightly curved, which is unbelievably beautiful.

"I will definitely burn this copy of the Bloody Mary Club..."

"The blood-occult bedbugs should spend their entire lives in the stinky ditch. They were trampled to pieces and exposed blood. How could they wear human skin?"

Just then, the phone rang suddenly.

Du Lin looked up and found that it was the manager's phone.

When the phone was answered, excited and sharp screams rang out from the other end.

Like a drake whose throat has been squeezed.

"Du Lin, you stinky brat, go and check out the trending searches!! Your traffic in the variety show "Talking Spirits in the Castle" has completely exploded!!!"

I was so excited that I could hardly speak.

…………

the other side.

The agent looked at the picture on the computer screen.

The inky black hair of the traffic starlet was intertwined at the back of her neck.

With a blurred blush on her fair face and reddish lips, she slowly walked down the stairs and into the lobby.

It must be scary.

But this look of fear... is just so beautiful.

It is breathtakingly beautiful, just like in the dark night, it can attract people's deepest, most chaotic desires and erotic ghosts who should not have intimacy thoughts anytime and anywhere.

This is the picture at the end of the last scene of the castle.

This picture became the best publicity.

It has already been crazily turned on Weibo by an unknown number of people...

Before this scene came out, there were some comments criticizing Duhring's moral taint and flaws in the barrage.

There are now very few left.

Almost all of them were lured... out of their minds.

Only the most primitive desire instinct remained.

When the agent saw this photo, he was suddenly very excited.

He couldn't help swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva, and he couldn't move his eyes from the photo.

"So beautiful……"

He muttered to himself.

"I'll just say it! The actor Lu Chen and the others are nothing! No one can compare to you in the castle!"

"They have become stepping stones for you to climb up! Du Lin! Those black materials that splashed dirty water before are nothing at all..."

"Put on a little more variety shows, and I'll connect you with other similar resources after the castle hunt is over! You will soon become a well-deserved gem in the entertainment industry!!"

Durin frowned.

Hearing the crazily chattering voice of the male duck over there, he hung up the phone indifferently.

The key to this suspenseful dungeon is not the entertainment industry at all.

If it wasn't for the original owner's desire to clean up the crime and the role-playing of the whole network...he wouldn't have put half his mind on it.

The plot line moved forward.

It stands to reason that the recording of the variety show did not end so early.

But the "director" has changed his shell.

It was full and wanted to let go and rest, so it sneaked up to the little star, and there was no way to spend more intimate time with him.

Who can argue with a ghost.

It's just unlucky to become Doolin.

Because according to the original plot... the little traffic star will go to the street and put on a woman's skirt for excitement, and will be killed by Jack the Ripper!

In the original book, the performance of the little cannon fodder in the variety show "Talking the Soul" in the ancient castle was very bad.

It's not just because the protagonist attacked Lu Chen to trip him up, but when encountering a slightly frightening scene, he backed up and shrank to the back...

It's like a vase that doesn't know anything.

Therefore, the bad reviews put a lot of pressure on him.

So he was eager to move, and after the mid-term shooting ended, he put on a woman's skirt, seeking excitement and decompression...

Standing on a foggy street corner, the surveillance cameras on the side of the road strangely failed.

In such a tragic, accidental coincidence, he was killed by Jack the Ripper.

The original owner is like a lost lamb, knowing nothing...

But Du Lin knew that "Jack the Ripper" was the embodiment of a member of the Bloody Mary Club who used urban legends to cover up the killing.

The black-haired young man gently reached out and touched his forehead.

"Troublesome... According to the simplest solution, I just need to get on the line of Interpol and secretly reveal the truth about Jack the Ripper, and I will be able to get a lot of help."

But this path is not working now.

The protagonist Song Zimo can no longer be trusted.

He was partly possessed by a ghost.

Who knows what kind of weird thoughts are hidden in this person's heart...

Maybe after being asked for help, he was happy to enjoy Doolin at the corner of the cross street.

Do as you please in the old castle.

…………

The little traffic star was silent for a moment.

Slender and slender fingers tapped lightly on the table.

Du Lin thought for a while, and opened the freshly released recorded video of the castle.

He intends to find out the flaws of the members of the Bloody Mary Club.

But not long after the screen was turned on...he swiped the screen with Yishui.

completely covering the faces of others.

"Come and see my Brother Du Zi!!!!"

"The lips are so red, what a natural baby woo woo woo, did you get swollen from being kissed!!! It must have been swollen from being kissed by me in the middle of the night!"

Durin: ...

Barrage please wake up!

[Human skin paper: Don't think about it, it's hopeless, they are already crazy about your face, they can't wait to lick the screen every day and night. 】

[The tone is a bit sour: This is all due to the terrifying charm of the host. 】

Durin: ...

He turned off the barrage with a cold face.

Watch the variety show carefully, not letting go of any suspicious clues.

Nothing unusual was found.

Perhaps because of the constraints of the live broadcast, these serial murderers all behaved very gentlemanly and polite.

and many more……

In a certain scene, Du Lin's eyes paused slightly.

That was in the lobby when no one else was there.

President Fang Jiping said meaningfully to the painter Zhou Sinian——

"The beautiful piece of disemboweled artwork you selected should be ready for exhibition this weekend."

this weekend……

Suddenly, Du Lin felt a chill in his heart.

He looked at the calendar, it was Friday.

And at this moment, the doorbell rang.

An ordinary-looking express box was sent over, with a silk strap on it.

A creepy sense of crisis kept spreading in the cerebral cortex...

The danger signal is getting stronger and stronger.

Du Lin pondered for a moment, and opened the courier.

It was a woman's skirt.

A beautiful pure white dress... finely tailored, but the back is completely hollowed out.

Pure and coquettish to the extreme, the two contrasting auras fit together just right.

The next second, a message came from the phone.

The little traffic star shrank his pupils slightly.

The top of the screen is filled with malicious text.

"Put it on, go out on the street, pretend to be a prostitute, and stand at the intersection of District A."

"Always carry the phone and put it on the outside. We will issue some interesting and playful instructions at that time, and you must obey them obediently."

"It's like when you poured dirty water on your ex-boyfriend actor Lu Chen."

"There is no room for bargaining."

"Otherwise how would you be mutilated... don't need us to say more, little boy."