Wizard he really doesn't want to roll [Rebirth]

In the star network, there are some little-known network sites.

They are encrypted in a strict way, and by constantly changing addresses and nodes, they escape the supervision and control of the system and hide in the dark corners of the online world.

Different websites have different audiences, but without exception, they will charge high membership fees to provide content that members love to watch, or you can also customize it privately, and see your own name imprinted on a certain part of the video protagonist's body.

There are videos uploaded all the time, in the dark night that no one knows, countless greedy eyes staring at the screen, unknowing candid or coerced shooting, the protagonist's tears and miserable begging for mercy, voice-over The smug laughter and orders in the house became the source of their desire and happiness.

The executive officer has been a member of this website for more than ten years. At the beginning, Heimle took him to join the membership. The management of the website is very strict. If new members want to join, they must be recommended by someone.

But that guy was really careless, he stood on the wrong team during the change of term, offended someone who couldn't be offended, all the things in the past were exposed, and he was finally taken away by the procuratorate.

Heimler is still serving his sentence in a special prison until now. There is no thing he loves most, so it must be very painful.

The executive slowly undid the strap of his bathrobe, browsed through the frightening words on the page, and selected the content he wanted to see.For so many years, his taste has not changed, and the website also remembers his preferences, and will give him priority recommendations every day.

These children came from all over the empire and appeared in front of him through the Internet, carrying the things that made him most crazy.

The miserable cries in the video covered up the subtle sounds in the corridor outside, so that the executive officer didn't hear anything. He stared at the screen tightly, never seeing the blood slowly flowing from the bottom of the wardrobe in the corner of the room.

The moment the cold muzzle of the gun touched the back of his head, the executive officer couldn't react for a while.

His attention was drawn back to the surrounding environment, and he finally smelled the smell of blood gradually filling the air.

The video was still playing, and the executive officer was stiff and slowly raised his hands.

"Excuse me, what can I do for you?"

Under such circumstances, the executive officer can still maintain the most basic calmness. The other party didn't answer, so he held his breath and turned around slowly tentatively.

The muzzle of the gun was still on his head, but it didn't stop him from turning around.

The executive officer turned to the back, and the moment he raised his head to really see the person coming, he showed a surprised expression that was almost astonished.

The one who was pointing a gun at him turned out to be a boy in sportswear and a baseball cap. The boy looked no more than eighteen or nineteen years old, and his facial features still showed some immaturity that had not completely faded away. He had a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. He casually bit the cigarette holder with his canine teeth.

But the look in those black eyes made him shudder.

It's a sentinel, and it doesn't cover its face.

This made the executive's heart sink, not afraid of being seen, which means... The sentinel is sure that he will not leak the information.

The executive quickly searched for relevant information in his mind. He really couldn't remember where he had seen this boy. If it was a killer sent by his political opponents, he couldn't be dressed so casually.

Besides, he is really too young. A sentinel at this age, even his mental body is still in the form of a child.

"Son, I don't know why you did this, we can have a good chat first, in case there is any misunderstanding?" He tried to persuade the other party, while moving his body calmly to the side.

Lin Xiaoming pressed the muzzle of the gun against his forehead, and smiled softly: "Let's talk? What do you want to say?"

"Talk about your family? Why are you here? Is there any difficulty? If you will take this thing off my head, I can give you a lot of things. What do you want?"

"That's right." Lin Xiaoming nodded, and the other hand he had been keeping in his pocket suddenly withdrew and flicked violently, bringing out an afterimage in the air.

Hearing the sound of "pong", the optical brain that was playing the video was completely broken in the shape of a spider web. In the middle of the intertwined cracks, a dagger glowing with cold light was inserted, and the blade completely sank into the screen to penetrate it.

"It's a pity that I don't want anything other than your life."

The room fell completely silent.

The executive's cold sweat finally flowed out uncontrollably. The boy's technique and ruthless strength showed that he was not just talking and joking.

The gun was still firmly on his forehead, and the cold muzzle of the gun was about to be covered with heat. The executive officer took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and said with a sneer:

"Your gun is fake."

"Although I'm not a professional, I can't fool me with a fake gun, kid."

Lin Xiaoming looked at him fixedly.

"It is indeed a fake." Lin Xiaoming withdrew his hand, the gun twirled around on his finger, pointed the muzzle at his lips, and pulled the trigger.

There was a click, and flames emerged from the muzzle of the gun, igniting the cigarette dangling from the corner of the sentry's lips.

Sure enough, the executive officer pulled the corner of his lower lip, but before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another cold thing pointed at his forehead again.

"Guess if this is real?" The smoke was burning silently, Lin Xiaoming pointed the gun steadily at the executive officer, and put the lighter back into his pocket, he held the cigarette between his fingers and took it out of his mouth.

The executive stared at the thing pointed at his forehead. Unlike the fake lighter just now, he was quite familiar with the style and model of this gun—it was the same gun that the guards in the mansion had.

"If you don't want to answer, why not guess where it came from?"

The executive began to tremble, and he really felt the fear, like a snake crawling up his ankles all the way up his back, wrapping around his neck.

"Don't you want to say it? It's so boring." Lin Xiaoming raised his hand, and suddenly pressed the burning cigarette butt on the back of the executive's hand.

The skin was burned instantly, and the intense pain made the executive scream out, and he pulled his hand away desperately, blisters quickly bulged at the burnt place, Lin Xiaoming still calmly pointed his gun at his head, and asked again Said: "Guess?"

The executive gasped violently. He was a guard who had awakened his sense of touch and vision. The pain from his skin being burned almost made him faint.

He couldn't answer right away, so the cigarette butt fell again and pressed hard on his face.

The screams echoed in the quiet night, but no one was disturbed, as if they were completely swallowed up.

Guard!And the guards!Where did the guards go? !

"Are you wondering why no one came?" Lin Xiaoming threw the half-burnt cigarette on the ground, and crushed it with the toe of his shoe before it ignited the carpet. He turned sideways, no longer blocking the executive officer's line of sight, "Why don't you come here? looking around?"

The awakened vision allowed the executive to see enough in the dark. He managed to recover from the severe pain, and saw the blood flowing from the bottom of the closet, which had spread in a large area.

The fearful snake shrank its body and tightly strangled his neck. In the suffocation, the cold snake letter touched his cheek, and the executive officer trembled like a sieve. Step to the closet.

The trembling hand raised twice, but failed to grab the handle of the closet. Fortunately, the young man behind him was very patient. The executive officer tremblingly opened the closet door. The heavy body in the closet lost its support and immediately fell forward. down.

The Executor still recognized him from the almost half-destroyed face as his bodyguard, Sentinel Armand.

Armand's legs showed a horrible twisted shape, as if his bones had been smashed, and then he was bitten by a beast. He seemed to have experienced great pain during his lifetime, his facial features were twisted together, and there were obvious scars on his neck , directly destroyed the vocal cords, making him unable to make any sound even in severe pain.

The corpse was even soft and warm.

But the executive officer didn't know when Armand was tortured to death and when he was stuffed into his closet.

The executive officer finally couldn't hold on anymore, his legs were so weak that he almost fell to the ground, the smell of fishy smell spread in the air, and he lost control of himself.

"Why... why! Who are you! What do you want!?"

The muzzle of the gun was suddenly stuffed into the roaring mouth, Lin Xiaoming moved his position slightly to prevent the blood on the carpet and the spreading urine from touching him: "Be quiet, don't attract people who shouldn't be there. "

The executive officer finally calmed down, and there was a tense and violent gasp in his throat. Lin Xiaoming raised his chin towards the desk: "Go to the desk over there."

It took a while for the executive officer to barely get up. He came to the table and sat down on the chair.

The alarm bell was not far away, but the Executor was sure that if he showed any intention of approaching, the bullet would blow his head off.

"Do you have a pen and paper? Take it out."

The executive took out a pen and paper from the drawer, spread the paper out, and took two tries to remove the pen cap.

"Now, start writing as I say."

Time passed minute by minute.

Every time Lin Xiaoming uttered a word, the executive officer's body turned cold. He didn't know how the sentinel knew so many things. Obviously, no one should know except himself!

The white paper was gradually covered by handwriting, and it was repeatedly wet with tears and snot. After Lin Xiaoming finished speaking the last sentence, he watched the executive sign his name in the lower right corner.

"Handprints."

The executive was trembling and wanted to open the drawer to take out the ink pads. Lin Xiaoming raised his hand and slid across his forearm. The blade between his fingers cut the skin and muscles in an instant, and blood gushed out.

Amidst the screams, the boy's voice was as cold as a devil: "Use your blood."

The fingerprint was pressed, and a piece of paper was formed in red, white and black. Lin Xiaoming took a step back and said, "Kneel down."

The executive officer half propped up and knelt in front of him, with tears and sweat streaming down his face, he looked up at Lin Xiaoming in front of him, and begged in a hissing voice: "Please, please——"

The person who once looked down on him with contempt and teasing eyes now knelt in front of him and begged for mercy. The secret pleasure grew from the bottom of his heart and merged into Lin Xiaoming's desire for blood and killing.

The legs that were once broken alive, the pain of being bitten by the spiritual body, can't just pass away just because of rebirth.

This is a monster pushed into the abyss by your own hands.

The second the blade cut the vocal cords, all the pleadings stopped abruptly.

The low growl of the beast and the sound of the body being torn apart could be heard faintly.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Jinchao and Lin Xiaoming passed the security check together and got on the spaceship to Yunfeng Star.

The journey will take about three hours. After placing the luggage on the luggage rack, Lu Jinchao and Lin Xiaoming sat down and fastened their seat belts.

I don't know why, but Lu Jinchao is extremely sleepy today. Even though he went to bed early yesterday, when he was woken up by the alarm, he still felt sleepy and couldn't keep his eyes open, as if he had taken sleep aid medicine.

Lin Xiaoming was quite energetic. While waiting for takeoff, Lu Jinchao turned on the smart bracelet and planned to browse the morning news.

The second he clicked on the page, the capitalized and bold title of the headline report attracted all his attention.

Southern Star executive John Augustine found suicide at home

Lu Jin was stunned, and immediately clicked in.

At six o'clock this morning, the assistant found the executive officer's body in the bedroom, and immediately called the police. The police arrived and found a confession letter at the scene.

There are no pictures.

It happened so suddenly that there were only a few words in the urgent news, but the shorter the general news, the more serious the matter.

"What's wrong?" Lin Xiaoming asked beside him.

"The executive officer was found to have committed suicide at home." During the announcement of the take-off reminder, Lu Jinchao whispered, turning sideways to show Lin Xiaoming the page.

suicide.

Lin Xiaoming nodded: "But it has nothing to do with us."

"Yes." Lu Jinchao couldn't help sighing, the spaceship lifted into the sky brought some uncomfortable overweight feeling, he looked out of the window at the star station gradually moving away, and said softly, "I don't know if there will be any changes in the capital star, at that time There are several delicious restaurants near the school..."

Amidst the loud roar of the engine, the sentinel and the guide once again left the remote corner of the Southern Sky Star in the Magellan Starfield.

In the executive's bedroom, symbols belonging to Grenisu were written in blood on the walls, reminding the police to stop meddling.

Except for the two inhuman corpses lying in the bedroom of the villa, no one would know that there was a sentry who came for revenge.