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

As the protagonist Shou Song Zimo said, Du Lin's death is just the beginning.

With the help of that anonymous email, Interpol found out about the Bloody Mary Club straight away.

The urban legend that has held the lifeline of Britain for many years has left countless people in panic all day long... Jack the Ripper, who has killed countless prostitutes, will finally usher in the punishment of the law.

But it ended at the price of a starlet's tragic death.

Whether it is the protagonist Shou Song Zimo or the protagonist Gong Lu Chen who has turned into a mess of mud, no matter whether the public can accept this tragic result, they will eventually stagger towards the inevitable end——

…………

Headquarters in the UK.

One police car after another roared by.

The whole fog is surrounded by water.

The whole city is locked down.

It is no longer possible for even a mouse to escape from the gutter.

Song Zimo's condition is not good.

After getting off the latent mission of the variety show of the ancient castle, he took a long vacation...and never showed up again.

But just when the official action was about to take place, the Interpol headquarters received a strange call——

That was obviously the fake number that once lured Song Zimo into the Castle's Tanling Variety Show.

After connecting the phone, I heard a somewhat twisted and weird male voice coming from the other end.

"Come in...it's all over."

Leaning against the back of the chair that was mostly disassembled, the painter Zhou Sinian said casually.

There was a strange light in his eyes.

Animal pupils, like compound eyes of insects, filled the entire eye socket.

It finally worked!

finally made it...

Sacrifice of Jack the Ripper.

My hard work for so many years finally came to a satisfactory result at this moment, and the man laughed softly.

Painter Zhou Sinian secretly promoted many things.

He's a cult worshiper.

It stands to reason that the Bloody Mary Club is just a game played by the world's boring elite.

As a killing club, the prey they choose is random——

But why in the early stage, so many people who died were prostitutes?

The prey that was thought to be irrelevant was all labeled by the painter Zhou Sinian secretly fueling the flames.

Let them show up at the right place, at the right place, at the right time.

Be a delicacy on the dinner plate.

The purpose... is to offer a qualified soul sacrifice to Jack the Ripper.

Let urban legends really shine into reality.

This is the ambition he has planned after joining the club for so many years!

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 2: Dungeon plot exploration rate: 98%——]

There was a weird smile on the corner of Zhou Sinian's mouth.

In the entire base, the original snow-white walls were only left with blood mist soaked in layers——

I don't know how many people were torn apart by the invisible black mist.

"He has come."

At this moment, he seemed to see a god descending.

Let out a sigh of satisfaction.

He knew that no matter how crazy and fiery he worshiped the undead, he could not escape the fate of being torn apart——

—but so what?

——It is worth paying any price to see such a beautiful and cruel scene.

But...does it really matter?

The painter Zhou Sinian paused.

He suddenly thought of the last chosen sacrifice.

It was the traffic starlet named Du Lin.

...It's actually a bit unbearable.

Maybe it's because that person looks so good.

After learning that the president Fang Jiping had really succeeded in...cutting the little star's belly open, his heart trembled strangely.

All this, he told himself, was for sacrifice.

He will definitely be the best and most delicious sacrifice for that lord.

Keep Jack the Ripper satisfied.

but……

Painter Zhou Sinian felt a bitter smell of blood rising from his lips.

It suddenly occurred to him that in the bathroom in the castle, he handed out the invitation symbolizing the club to the little star——

Force him to use his lips to hold the hot gold paper.

He also threatened with a low smile:

"It's an invitation you can't easily refuse."

"If you want to resist...you have to weigh whether you have the ability."

Suddenly there was some cool regret in my heart.

Sitting on the seat, the painter Zhou Sinian tugged at his own messy black hair.

A helpless smile bloomed on the usually elegant and lotus-like face.

"Actually...it would be fine if you refused at that time."

"If you are not selected, and someone else becomes a sacrifice, so that you can live healthy and healthy... just fine."

In the end, there is a bit of inexplicable heartbeat.

I have indirectly killed so many people in the club... I have never been so soft-hearted as I am now.

That little bit of regret is like clouds floating in the sky.

Watching from the other side, they can't see clearly.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Villain boss painter Zhou Sinian: Favorability 100%——Blackening value: 90%——]

[Character's statement: In the next life, when you walk on the street and wear that seductive skirt...don't meet me, little star. 】

Just the next second, the chair Mr. Painter was sitting on... immediately took on a tragic shape of being torn apart.

The blood mist finally spread over.

Like a solid line.

Cut his whole body in half.

…………

After receiving this bizarre call, the Interpol headquarters was afraid that the night would be full of dreams.

Immediately decided to act directly and broke into the base.

It's just that when they opened the door and entered... the dark and bloody scene inside made everyone almost sick.

The heavily armed mask can hardly block the eye-catching scene.

Like hell on earth.

The members of the club who installed headsets to eavesdrop on the consoles all died miserably, their bodies separated.

An invisible hand, with its sharp and cold nails, cut open the flesh of their abdomens, dug out their hearts, and let their intestines flow all over the floor.

The entire base has lost its original color.

They were all wrapped in a cloud of dark blood.

It's like a clown in a circus... after losing his love, crying on the wall, spraying red spray, creating a masterpiece.

What exactly is going on?

The Interpol who broke in looked at each other in blank dismay.

No one knows who did all this.

No matter how cruel the killer is, he can't do such a perverted behavior.

These lofty club members,

At last, they have been unscrupulous,

Playing with the means of the little star paid a price.

Maybe... It's the revenge of those wronged souls who were abused by them.

…………

On top of the tallest tower in London, England.

The sudden bell sounded like Quasimodo's funeral.

One after another.

Continuously, with deep sorrow.

The ghost figure slowly emerged.

The black mist faded, and His original appearance was finally revealed...

Undead has a very handsome face.

The corner of his mouth seemed to have been deeply wounded by a sharp knife edge.

All the way to touch the position of the earlobe.

Most of the teeth of the whole face are exposed, which looks very terrifying and hideous.

The corner of Jack the Ripper's mouth slightly raised a smile.

With a strangely soulful sweetness.

It was like a love language whispered in the ear to that person's soul.

"No way, this is durin's wish."

I want to clear this instance so much... I hate those dark mice so much.

I will fulfill your wish and fulfill your everything.

I love you so.

Rather than wanting you to lose all sanity and lose all sanity, I really hate seeing you in pain and sadness.

——You won this dungeon... durin.

…………

The memory slowly goes back.

Originally, Jack the Necromancer came to this dungeon with a different purpose.

He knew that those avatars who had escaped the control of consciousness tried to embrace his durin in an unscrupulous manner in the real world.

Jealousy and dark emotions twisted his soul completely.

He is unwilling.

Why can he just sit in the viscous and empty abyss, drooling like a salivating hyena, waiting for his beloved little lover to lose his sanity?

And those bugs one after another... Ye Zhifeng, Qin Duanyun, Yu Wenzheng, Su Nian, Chen Chonglin... are just despicable thieves.

Stealing that part of the memory that was once buried in the lakeside, fell in love with Durin.

He actually wanted to create a copy of reality out of thin air... Like a precious golden cage that imprisoned a bird, wanted to tie his durin there?

Even want to invade the depths of the youth's memory... rewrite the soul, and in turn destroy the nodes connected to the suspense copy?

——How can you be so naive.

— how can you really believe that... reality is what it is called.

——How can you believe that these people who have committed countless heinous crimes in the world of suspense really have selfless love... want to hug you, and want to free you from the abyss.

With such resentment, Jack the Ripper unscrupulously bullied the little star in the confinement room.

He didn't know that he would go so far.

A black mist wrapped around the limbs.

It's like an evil spirit deep in the Forbidden Forest in a dark fairy tale.

When he pressed the black-haired youth deeply onto the coffin, Jack the Ripper even had a morbid and terrifying thought——

If the barbs under the coffin really pierced the young man's gorgeous skin during the process of doi.

Numerous dense blood holes sprayed from the blood vessels... stripping his life and sanity.

Under such severe pain, presumably no matter how strong his durin is, his consciousness will be empty and absent-minded for a moment.

That gave him a huge loophole.

It can let him take advantage of this loophole... It is determined that Du Lin's san value has reached a critical point in an instant.

Tear his soul to the abyss.

That way he will never be lonely.

Subsequent copies are also unnecessary.

He can be with his beloved durin.

But that evil thought only stayed for a moment.

"Take it easy... Are you a dog?"

The soft and indifferent voice... It was like a tiny feather tickling the deepest part of my heart.

It also calmed down those tyrannical, dark and unspeakable thoughts in an instant.

It was like taming a beast and kneeling at his feet.

Be a quiet cat.

In the dark confinement room, the beautiful traffic star slightly frowned.

The water vapor dripping unconsciously on the slender eye feathers is like tears gathered in the deep sea.

The black mist wrapped around the wrist also receded a bit...

The unscrupulous and insolent game turned into a cautious kiss on his lips in the end.

Sure enough...he still couldn't bear the pain.

…………

Like a long, long time ago, before billions of lonely hours.

He saw that young man was born from the abyss and walked out slowly.

looked up at him.

In the clear and handsome eyebrows and eyes, there are traces that seem to have been washed by the rain and morning light.

He asked in confusion, "Who are you?"

The throbbing feeling in my chest...same as before.

And at that time, I just stared at the young man's body unscrupulously with an extremely greedy gaze.

——It’s so beautiful.

He thought so in his heart.

I can't bear to make him hurt.

Would rather get hurt.

…………

Memory comes back.

The black mist continued to spread.

The undead of Jack the Ripper originally relied on the Bloody Mary Club, constantly killing and existing.

It is like offering sacrifices to the faith of the gods.

And when he chose to kill those people in order to satisfy the wishes of his beloved.

There is no support for the clone to survive.

Coincidentally, the next morning.

The thick fog covering London was melted away without a trace by the rare good weather...

Sunlight refracts on Jack the Ripper.

It's like a phosphorous fire that scorched the ground.

Continuously distorting the shadow, the pain tore at the ghost's sanity.

But he didn't feel uncomfortable, instead he was filled with a kind of satisfaction and pleasure.

"Durin."

He whispered softly.

The voice is sweet with a kind of careful expectation.

It's like a child who gets candy from their mother's parents.

"My dearest, I will wait for you in the next instance."

The sunlight finally burned the black shadow completely.

Not at all left.

No one could have imagined that it was such a ghost, who had finally hugged his beloved belongings in the confinement room...

Joy like a child.

Finally touched the smell of youthful skin, and sniffed in satisfaction.

[Dungeon [-]: Jack the Ripper is coming to an end——]

………………

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Confirmation of the death of the host—return to the conscious world——]

The act of cutting himself open with his own hands... is like a cruel and terrifying torture.

Hearing the sound of human skin paper in his mind, Du Lin hesitated and opened his eyes.

Those white and delicate fingers with well-defined joints were gently placed on his abdomen.

He breathed a sigh of relief almost subconsciously.

The cold intestines flowed all over the ground... Especially the suicide by Caesarean section, unlike jumping off a building or hanging himself to death so quickly.

When the consciousness lasts, the pain is the most unforgettable.

But Du Lin's behavior was deliberate.

He has something to hide from the human skin.

Cruel suicides in the streets... just to imitate the traces of Jack the Ripper's crimes, reveal the true face of the Blood Club and put pressure on Interpol?

Do not!

This is also a layer of shackles he put on Jack the Ripper!

Some of those hundreds of cases were also written by Him...

Putting on the skin of an old man and sneaking into the club, who knows what that person is thinking.

Due to his tragic death, Du Lin wanted to smooth out the beast's claws and pull out the teeth one by one.

Don't you love to slaughter whores and disembowel their corpses?

Because they believe that they are dirty, unclean, and can sell their souls anytime and anywhere, and open their legs to men...

What if I die like this?

Did I also die in such a tragic way?

Will you regret it?

Will you stop committing crimes?

The derived Jack the Ripper is not Chen Chonglin.

Not even human feelings and reason.

It's not a manipulative character.

But Du Lin still chose to gamble.

He bet on that ghost that haunted him crazily in the confinement room, that whispered his name in an extremely intimate voice in his ear...

In the end, he kissed the ghost on his lips with an extremely gentle gesture.

Have a love for oneself that surpasses the killing instinct of the undead.

Resist the urges of your dark nature.

——This is the last game that Durin set up.

The black-haired young man touched his chin, withdrew his thoughts, and sighed aloud.

"If only I could redeem points, take care of my body, and adjust the pain level to 0 at the last moment of death—"

Otherwise, the next dungeon will be disembowelled like this, and even experience some crazier ways to die...

It is simply killing people.

This is a bad review :)

The human skin paper in front of him did not speak.

There is an extremely complicated emotion in my heart.

In the past, more hosts who watched would suffer and suffer, and would choose to gloat and laugh a few words.

But now... it always feels like something is different.

A strange sense of heartache and reluctance is mixed in the depths of the information records.

It must be dizzy... the sequelae of dizziness after seeing too much host and ghosts stimulating doI...

It must be so!

The human skin paper was thinking in his heart.

Trying to erase that weird emotion.

In the next second, it began to summarize the results obtained by Du Lin in this dungeon.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Main task 1: Fulfill the wish of cannon fodder——]

【Current progress: 110%——】

It's normal to get this result, and it can even be said that Du Lin overfulfilled the original owner's task.

Because the original owner's wish was——

[I hope to live a clean life, change my situation of being hacked by the whole network, and become a star who is truly respected and loved by people. 】

The wish he made before he died...was cowardly afraid to reveal the fact that he was forced to be raped by the Bloody Mary Club.

This is the hidden plot that belongs to the depths of this dungeon.

He was dug out by Du Lin.

After the traffic star died tragically on the street, Du Lin successfully made him in the entertainment world, untouchable like the unattainable moon in the sky...

Bai Yueguang, who would feel a dull pain in his heart as long as he touched it.

People who were once insulted and hacked all over the Internet turned out to be coerced by misunderstanding.

Like a princess imprisoned in a tower by a dragon.

This extremely reversed duality made those black fans feel a deep sense of guilt.

Especially his death further sublimated this sense of guilt.

Dead, even the words of regret and apology can't be heard by this person's ears.

This is the most worrying.

So don't say it's clean, live clean...

If the favorability of NPC Passerby A can be turned into real points, then the love Du Lin collected in that world will be turned into an extremely terrifying number.

Immediately afterwards, the blood on the human skin paper began to surge again.

[Main task 2: Completing the truth of the world——]

【Current progress: 100%/0%【? 】——

Durin: ...

Good guy, the old friend is here again.

He rubbed his exquisite and beautiful chin, as if he suddenly thought of something: "I remember you said that the ending of the original book is that the protagonist Song Zimo fell into a trap and died."

"The Bloody Mary Club is still spreading blood and blood all over the world, choosing suitable prey to hunt..."

"Since the plot line is broken by me again, what happened to the end of the story?"

The human skin paper sighed deeply.

Speaking of this, the complicated emotions in my heart deepened a little.

[Host, do you know? 】

[The undead of Jack the Ripper in the original book is an invisible Easter egg. 】

[He possesses the body of the club's high-level personnel, using their bodies to kill...]

[However, after you messed up the plot line and disemboweled yourself——]

[He went completely mad. 】

[The undead, who was originally high above and cruelly teasing human life, chose to kill all the club members who were like petri dishes. 】

[In the end, when I was exposed to the sun, I remembered the experience of doI with you, and at the same time, it disappeared...]

Du Lin blinked his beautiful eyes, and said as if unexpectedly: "My God, what a shocking ending."

【Human skin paper: ………】

No, it is 100% sure that its host must be pretending.

After all, in the confinement room at that time, the young man stared at the ghost with suspicious eyes.

After asking the guess of "who are you"... I never asked again.

You must have guessed that it is the incarnation of the Lord of the Abyss!It must be!

That's why he can use the Lord of the Abyss' love for him so unscrupulously...to abuse his own body to achieve his goal!

The black-haired youth lowered his eyes and did not speak.

There is still a touch in my heart.

He also considered that Jack the Ripper would go completely mad and kill the people in the Bloody Mary Club...

But Du Lin didn't expect that this ghost was really willing to give up his life and reason.

He is not a human being, but he can do this for him.

It was a bit of a surprise.

The final total score is out.

[Ding——detection——detection——]

[Comprehensive role-playing evaluation: S-level——]

Regarding the result of this score, the human skin paper said calmly: It's all basic exercises.

sit down.

The Lord of the Abyss is willing to burn his soul clone, so why not give him an S-level score?

Unless the next time, I have to kill my own body and give the host a good time :)

…………

The light and shadow dissipated, and this time a card appeared in Du Lin's hand.

Finally, there was no trend of being able to gather playing cards by sending several cards in a row in the last dungeon.

[Dungeon 4: Jack the Ripper: Necromancer Ripper——]

Above the dark black card is the topmost tower in London, England.

The sun tore through and penetrated the layers of clouds and shone down.

A cloud of black mist-like ghosts was burning crazily.

It's like the phosphorous fire that suddenly appeared during the exploration of the ancient tomb, which makes people feel shocking when they look at it.

And amidst such terrifying and crazy flames, under the black mist... a handsome face was faintly revealed.

There was a strangely satisfied smile on the corner of his mouth.

Gently muttering a person's name——

"durin."

Du Lin looked at the card silently, his handsome eyebrows raised slightly.

I don't know what he was thinking.

I didn't say a word until the end, waiting for the chance to return to the real world.

But it's not the same as before.

This card... didn't burn in the end.

It's like a completely destroyed consciousness clone.

It stayed stiffly in the young white and slender fingers.

Became a self-serving puppet.

Dulling paused.

He flipped the card back, and saw a series of distorted blood characters, gradually spreading——

[Copy preview——]

[Dungeon 5: Love Letter in Prison——]

[Dungeon plot: You are an upright and excellent policeman with a cold personality——]

【You didn't expect that in the first case after you took office, according to the evidence that was cleared from the fog, after sending your mentor who committed a huge murder case to prison——】

【The man persevered and sent you love letters one after another during the five years in prison—】

【He tells you:】

[For your own selfish desire...you deliberately used your body to seduce him and sent him to prison. 】

[But he still loves you and will choose to forgive you. 】