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

The malice spread in the text on the top of the phone screen is like the skin of a ghost.

Very proficient in words.

Apparently this isn't the first time these threatening dramas have been made.

Du Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, and tried to call back the number.

Sure enough, this is a number protected by special equipment.

Unable to connect.

[Du Lin asked the human skin paper: Can you check the IP of this phone number? 】

[Human skin paper: Yes, but points will be deducted. 】

[Du Lin: No problem. 】

After a few seconds, relevant information was delivered.

The number of this phone comes from far away London, England.

The hidden background of this dungeon is fully revealed at this moment——

The little traffic star pondered for a moment, and said slowly.

"It's like an urban legend."

"Bloody Mary Club, no, Jack the Ripper Club, they have set up their headquarters in London, England."

His thinking like flowing water led him to the end of the truth of the story step by step.

Push away all the layers of fog.

"It's a hierarchical organization."

"The financial securities firm Liang Xiaobai and the president, Fang Jiping, are the heads of the Killing Club."

"When they choose the corresponding prey with great interest, those who are willing to lie down at their feet and please them will put on pet shackles, give them corresponding resources, and let them reach the sky in one step."

"If you are not well-behaved, you will bite back, and you will be tortured by a set of games they tailor-made, using the things you care about around you."

"Watching them give up their dignity, be misunderstood and rejected by everyone, and become a walking dead."

...Just like the original owner who was hacked by the whole network.

Everything makes sense.

The actor Lu Chen once said with disgust on his face that he still has a second audio.

In the audio, the little cannon fodder cried and said...he was forced.

Also.

The original owner was always in love, but before he met Lu Chen, at most he had some flirtatious desires to seduce the little director...

If he was really so cruel and made a move to splash dirty water, it would be in this dirty place.How could he not be popular for so many years in the dirty and ups and downs of the entertainment industry?

Those who persecuted him were those in power at the Bloody Mary Club.

The original owner was just a little fun.

Even the variety show of the castle's spirit exploration this time is for a close observation of the traps set to tease the prey.

Why was the protagonist Gong Lu Chen able to parachute to this crew so easily?

I'm afraid it's also to be able to play with ntr cannon fodder in front of this ex-boyfriend who was born in a wealthy family.

Watch him completely broken down and broken down emotionally.

Du Lin continued to speak lightly.

"After breaking their souls, use them like Jack the Ripper urban legend."

"Account them out on the street, have them disguise themselves as whores, and die on the street with a fairytale ending."

This is also the ending that the original owner should have suffered.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 80%——]

But he always felt like something was missing.

what is it then?

[The human skin paper reminded slowly at this time: Host, do you still remember the little mouse that the old man once said? 】

……little mouse.

A creepy guess suddenly spread in Du Lin's mind.

"The little mouse hiding in the crowd... who wants to reveal our identities."

The other party is definitely not referring to himself.

"So they knew that Song Zimo was an Interpol from a long time ago?"

That's why I specifically agreed to the participation of... a person who is neither a plaything nor a club.

A chill slowly surged in my heart.

It was like falling into a split ice sheet.

Catch a turtle in an urn, kill two birds with one stone.

The Ghost of the Castle is really an extremely cruel variety show.

Good calculation.

The little cannon fodder and the protagonist Song Zimo...neither can escape.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 90%——]

"So it is."

On and off lights flickered in Durin's eyelids.

Like the afterglow of the setting sun.

"I understand."

"It's extremely dirty..."

""President" Fang Jiping, painter Zhou Sinian... I will let everyone who participated in the event pay the price they deserve."

He said calmly.

The express box was thrown on the ground.

The pure white skirt was also stained with dust all over the floor.

Like a broken piece of art.

[Human skin paper: So, knowing their purpose, does the host want to avoid this plot? 】

[Du Lin: No. 】

With pale and thin fingers, he picked up the hem of the skirt.

The design of the lace belt covers the fair skin, adding a bit of charming curvature.

It makes people's eyes warm just by looking at it.

The little traffic star rolled his eyelids.

The voice was very cold.

"If you don't take the initiative to attack and use your body as bait, how can you catch the biggest fish?"

………………

Hua Guo District A.

The smog has been so heavy these days that it is not suitable to travel.

The gloomy weather, thick gray fog enveloped the streets.

There is a boundless sense of depression in people's hearts.

This is an old abandoned street.

Hardly anyone walks by.

Occasionally, the bushes are accompanied by the howling and lowing of wild cats.

"Reached?"

There was a muffled voice in the headset.

"……Um."

There was a fluttering, trembling response.

The sun had not yet fully set at that time.

At the end of the old street, stood a slender young man.

The long black hair hanging like a bed curtain hangs down behind him.

He has a face that is so beautiful that it transcends gender.

Wearing a skirt, it doesn't look obtrusive.

It's just that the design of this skirt is really ambiguous and confusing.

Positive and pure like a goddess walking on campus.

The hollow design of the back exposes the dazzling skin...

People couldn't tell for a moment whether the fabric of this skirt was whiter, or that Katsuyuki's skin was more eye-catching.

The young man's expression was a little apprehensive.

The already fair cheeks were like crumpled paper.

The redness on the tip of the nose was even more set off, and the color faded like rouge.

The little star gritted her teeth lightly.

Seems out of shame.

——…Although it’s an abandoned old street… Will anyone pass by here?

——If someone sees it...if it is recognized by a fan who likes me...

- How would they see themselves?

My mind is like mud that has been smashed all over the ground.

Scattered with countless miscellaneous thoughts.

The delicate skin around the eyes is even more pink.

It only makes people wish to attach the large piece of bare skin on the back, forcing him to obediently untie the straps on his legs.

"What's the next order?"

He said timidly.

…………

In his mind, Du Lin's expression was extremely indifferent.

The purpose of the club's humiliation cannot be achieved at all.

The whole world of suspense is a sandbox game built by that one.

It's like a weird dream.

There is nothing socially dead.

What's more, Du Lin, who has been stripped of all his emotions, has no sense of shame at all.

All he showed was deceptive role-playing.

[The human skin paper was silent for a moment, then asked: Host, what do you think? 】

[Du Lin yawned lazily: Good guy, I think it's quite comfortable to wear women's clothing. 】

[It's cool, and it's not tight compared to the collapsed pants. It feels like a door to a new world has been opened. 】

【Human skin paper: ………】

Fortunately, it was still a little bit worried.

No problem now :)

…………

I made jokes with the human skin paper in my heart.

There was no next step from the headset, so Du Lin stopped.

Standing silently on the street at the intersection.

The young man kicked the stones on the side of the road with his shoes tied with lace straps.

With a bang, there was a crisp sound... It rolled onto the black electric pole next to it.

The next second, another noisy sound came from the other end of the headset.

The speaker seemed to be hiding a faint smile.

"Stop playing, it's time to get down to business."

The sound that has been mechanically processed is not very clear.

"Pull up the hem of the skirt later, and find any man... obediently, with red eyes, like a cat, begging that man to taste himself."

"Just tell him, I'm a free baby, I don't need money."

But it is the best treasure.

Unrivaled deliciousness.

Maybe as long as you taste it once, you will be obsessed and reluctant to give him up to others...

I couldn't bear to cut him open.

I just want him to be by my side alive.

The noisy electrical sound suddenly stopped.

It seems to be imagining some chaotic picture.

After a few seconds, he spoke slowly——

"Just the man in the alley at the intersection, holding a newspaper and feeding pigeons."

After hearing this, Du Lin pressed his finger on his headset and paused slightly.

He looked into the distance.

It was found that there was indeed a man in a black trench coat.

The man draped the newspaper over his knees.

Knuckle fingers, casually sprinkled with bread crumbs.

Let the chubby pigeons turn their heads and circle around his feet.

Reminiscent of stray dogs praying for food.

The young man's eyes narrowed.

Being able to report the location so clearly...it means that the party that gave the order is monitoring it in real time.

Not in London, UK.

Substitution.

Maybe even the guy in the black trench coat.

He laughed in his head at the amusing guess.

[Du Lin: I really know how to play. 】

[Playing as a passerby? 】

The little traffic star obediently listened to the words in the headset, and walked over with a pale face.

In women's clothing, he looks clean and beautiful.

She closed her eyes in shame, not daring to look up at the person in front of her.

The blush on his face was like drinking high-purity shochu.

"me……"

Du Lin assumed the role of the original owner, his lips trembling constantly.

Those lines are like sticking to the mouth, so I can't say it.

Terrified.

The eyebrows are tightly closed, and the long eyelashes are like wet pear blossoms.

It was a mature and charming male voice that sounded in his ears.

It sounds familiar at first glance.

"Mr. Duhring...? Why are you?"

The little star opened his eyes.

The man who spoke had a handsome face.

The slightly upturned fox eyes always make people think of some kind of creature with malicious intentions, squatting at the entrance of the rabbit's nest...

It seemed as if the white teeth would be exposed when opening the mouth.

There was genuine confusion on his face.

It seems that there is no way to understand why the young man would appear in this extremely remote street corner dressed like this...

It's just that when she saw the slender waist set off by the alluring dress on the little star... a gloomy light flashed in her eyes under the lens.

I almost couldn't hold back my acting skills.

The person sitting on the chair is no stranger.

It was Fang Jiping, the "President" who had just met in the variety show "Talking the Soul" in the ancient castle.

...It really was him.

Du Lin thought in his heart.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

["President" Fang Jiping—favorability degree: 80%—blackening value: 80%——]

[Character's statement: The skirt I picked out with my own hands really fits me well. 】

[Later, the sound of his own cracking should also be very beautiful. 】

Dooling: Great, what an actor is born.

As one of the founders of the Bloody Mary Club... that's all, pretending.

Do you think he is stupid?

The man seemed to see that Du Lin didn't answer his words for a long time, and the light in his eyes dimmed.

Stretching out his bony fingers, he gently touched the young man's face.

"...Why are you dressed like this? It's so late, don't you feel cold, Mr. Dulin?"

There is a slight viscous trace in the voice.

It's like the smoke from the wind and fire in the mountains.

A gesture of concern.

But without a trace, the distance between him and the little star was shortened.

As if she wanted to hold him directly in her arms.

Being approached by this unfamiliar man, the body of the black-haired youth trembled.

There was some absent-minded fear on the indifferent cheek.

With a "tear" sound——

The strap at the back of the neck was gently lifted by a finger.

Fang Jiping's voice was somewhat surprised.

"Is this a dress?"

"The sun is going down soon...I just went out for a walk and found such a surprise."

"So you like to play tricks like this?"

There was a hint of a smile in the magnetic voice.

It almost overlaps with the sound in the headset.

"Mr. Dooling, do you enjoy wearing women's clothes?"

"Say it earlier... In the variety show of The Castle, I can satisfy you when choosing a room."

Seeing that the little star remained silent, as if he had completely obeyed, "President" Fang Jiping was so excited that his whole body trembled.

Soon... soon.

Finally got this little star.

I don't know how long he's been itching...

After learning that the old man might have touched him in a corner of the confinement room, the itch in my heart was like countless ants drilling.

Never had the urge.

No other fresh and delicious star and toy can compare.

It's a novel experience like a kid.

Is it finally possible to hug this boy?

However, it is not waiting for Fang Jiping to take further action...

Suddenly there was a cool touch on the neck.

"No need to pretend."

Du Lin raised his head and looked at him indifferently.

The little star's eyebrows and eyes are as beautiful as the stars scattered in the night sky.

At this moment, due to the astonishing coldness, it was infinitely magnified.

A thin blade was pressed against the cuffed wrist.

A deadly cold light flashed.

Against Fang Jiping's throat.

Like the scythe of death.

"Mr. Jack the Ripper."

"No... the entire Bloody Mary Club is just a killing game run by you."