The man behind the scenes: My entry is so evil that it's crazy

A pitch-black fog appeared out of thin air, covering the entire ritual map in an instant.

The sculpture in the center shone with scarlet light, and the corpses on the ground were twisting and deforming into mummies. The dripping blood condensed evil symbols on the ground, and penetrated into the eyebrows of the forty-four "cargoes".

Ruoyouruowu's murmur came from the void, the tone was strange, evil, indifferent, and repeated mechanically. It didn't sound very real, but it felt like a pre-set recording...?

It echoes in the minds of "Cargo" over and over again, as if in this way, some invisible but terrifying power is imprinted into their brains, sea of ​​​​consciousness, and the depths of their souls.

The blindfolded Luo Ji was one of the items that made up the goods.

At this moment, he felt as if his body was fixed to the ground by an invisible hand, unable to move. The cold, wet blood on the ground was like a swarm of slippery snakes, wrapping around his ankles, arms, and neck, tightening little by little as if to squeeze in. skin, seeping into muscles and bones.

The center of his brow felt as if he had been bitten by poisonous fangs, and the gloomy and biting coldness dug into his skull and penetrated into his brain, making him feel the pain and trembling from his soul.

"It seems like an evil sacrifice. Are we captured as sacrifices?"

"Am I going to die?"

Luo Ji was filled with panic. In the darkness of despair, he heard voices in his head.

[Chosen recipient, are you willing to be my believer, incarnate as my eyes and ears, and be the sword in my hand? ]

The weird and indifferent voice shook his head and made him want to scream. Luo Ji wanted to scream, but his throat couldn't make a sound at all.

The gloom seeping into his eyebrows was corroding his pupils, and a black mist suddenly appeared in his eyes that were blinded by the darkness. Luo Ji felt as if his consciousness had left his body and entered a boundless darkness.

There was no direction or distance. It was like a flat piece of black paper, extending infinitely in all directions. He himself became a tiny ant. No matter how he crawled, he didn't seem to move on the paper.

Time has no meaning here.

Maybe it's a second, maybe it's ten thousand years.

Just when the darkness of emptiness and loneliness was about to annihilate his consciousness, he heard that voice again.

Different from the fear and trembling when I heard it for the first time, this time the same voice seemed to have become a sound of nature, a ray of light in the darkness, bringing holiness and hope.

[Chosen recipient, are you willing to be my believer, incarnate as my eyes and ears, and be the sword in my hand? ]

As long as he could leave this dead darkness, no matter what the voice said, he would be willing to do so.

What's more, it's not to become a sacrifice, but to become a believer?

It was already 10,000 times better than the endings in the evil sacrifice stories that Luo Ji had heard. So, the "god" being sacrificed in front of him was probably considered good and lawful?

Luo Ji realized the truth and shouted in his mind and soul: "I do!"

The moment he agreed, a mysterious and mysterious feeling emerged in his soul. From now on, his soul was sewn with the thread of [destiny].

As blessed as his soul, Luo Ji blurted out: "Everything is a gift from fate."

In the middle of the darkness of nothingness, a cold Iron Throne slowly emerged, and a great figure that could not be seen sat on it, slowly condensing into a blurry shadow.

Luo Ji prostrated respectfully on the ground, not daring to look up. He only dared to carefully scan his surroundings with his peripheral vision. In the darkness, he saw ant-like creatures of the same kind, all like himself, kneeling down towards the Iron Throne in the center. .

One, two, three... forty-four believers who seemed to have been waiting in the darkness for 10,000 years, full of awe, said in unison: "Everything is a gift from fate."

……..

Outside the altar.

The corpse of a gangster with a strange smile was sucked into dry powder, turned into a layer of white ash and fell to the ground, and became turbid with the dried and coagulated blood into black slurry.

The forty-four selected recipients connected their consciousness to the statue and saw the great shadow. Their bodies followed their instincts, like puppets controlled by silk threads, surrounding them in a circle and worshiping at the feet of the statue.

The beautiful scene was reflected in the eyes of the black hat man Senbai, and he said faintly: "What a group of lucky guys."

Ma Bin stood next to him, the fanaticism in his eyes lessened a little, and he returned to his usual calmness: "Being given is a kind of luck, and I no longer have to live in a mediocre and muddle-headed way. But sometimes, I also think that maybe living like a walking zombie is not enough." It’s not a bad luck.”

Man in black hat: "You picked out the goods, why are you pitying me?"

Ma Bin: "It's just based on my feelings. Besides, you set the standards for this batch of goods."

Ma Bin paused and added: "The aborigines of the ninth district, the lower-class people, the age limit is before the college entrance examination, the basic qualifications are low, etc., I just followed your standards and used Zheng Hang's death as an excuse to delineate a certain group of people." Just criticize the suspected students.”

The man in the black hat heard that Ma Bin meant to ask, and he probably guessed something based on the other person's intelligence, but he would not answer.

Since the organization suffered heavy losses and was restructured in 228, all team and member actions have followed a strictly confidential security mechanism.

This also means that, except for the top referee and the thirteenth seat, any other team or member can only know the part of the current stage that they are responsible for in the actions at each stage.

This is what [destiny] is called - no one can see the whole picture of destiny.

The man in the black hat would not answer Ma Bin's question. He just smiled and said: "Everyone only mistakenly thought that you were looking for the real murderer, and that your target was a real murderer on the list. Little did they know that everything was a cover-up. Everyone is a target.”

Ma Bin glanced at the man in the black hat and said noncommittally: "What you saw was only the first layer of deception, and there was also the second layer of deception. I was using the topic to eradicate Boss Zheng and plot to gain power. Well... some insidious lame murderer saw it. That’s it.”

The man in the black hat was unmoved: "Let me remind you, in addition to the lame murderer in your mouth, there is also a black face of the Evil Corpse Cult who has been staring at you from the dark for the past two days, but before taking action, I have someone lead him away. ”

Ma Bin frowned: "It's all the trouble caused by the lame murderer who appeared out of nowhere. After all, since you are here, why not help me solve all these troubles."

The man in the black hat refused decisively: "This batch of goods is only a small part of my operation. Now that it is confirmed, I should leave. Your problem can only be solved by yourself."

Ma Bin's face was slightly gloomy.

The man in the black hat was expressionless: "You are hiding very well, and the current trouble is just a small trouble for you. But if I solve the problem for you, it may be easy now, but there is no guarantee that it will be spotted in the future. Clues lead to fatal danger."

Ma Bin also knew this truth in his heart, so he framed Boss Zheng and went full circle. He used the power of the patrol room to solve Boss Zheng and take control of the Green Wolf Gang.

This is not only to create a cover-up and complete organizational tasks, but also to ensure that the strength displayed will never exceed the scope of a gang.

Ma Bin was just now feeling a little sad as the dust was about to settle, recalling Xiao Wu's death.

Ma Bin touched the dense blood scabs on his head and sighed: "Xiao Wu is dead."

The man in the black hat was silent, and also thought of the 117 team that had just gone offline. He replied coldly: "There is no way to exchange death for concealment. Maybe you and I will die tomorrow, but our corpses will eventually Will be paved with stairs to the sky.”

Ma Bin raised his head, his sight seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at the huge and ugly thing covering the sky, a faint hope and hatred flashed in his eyes: "Well."

The man in the black hat lowered his head and glanced at the time, and said quietly: "It's almost time. The ceremony of the recipients is about to end. You will take these recipients away later. I will take care of the traces and then leave."

Ma Bin nodded: "What is my next task?"

The man in the black hat shrugged his shoulders and didn't know much. He just replied: "Go and contact your upline. You and these recipients are the first batch of seeds planted by the organization in District 9. They will all belong to you from now on." online command.”

Ma Bin's face was slightly frozen, and he didn't know what kind of person the new online person was.

The man in black hat informed Ma Bin of the meeting place and time, so that his inspection was over. He breathed a sigh of relief. At least one of the tasks of this trip was successfully completed. Next, it was time to go to the Survey Corps.

In a happy mood, the man in the black hat thought for a while and informed Ma Bin a little in advance: "I don't know much about your online date. I just learned the information. His code name is [Personal Mask]."

Ma Bin licked his lips and murmured again: "Mask?"

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