Chapter 62: Forty-Four, the Pretender, is online? (Please follow up)
Pitch-black fog appeared out of thin air, covering the entire festival map in an instant.
The sculpture in the center shines with scarlet light. The corpses on the ground are twisting and deforming into mummies. The blood flowing out condenses evil symbols on the ground and penetrates into the eyebrows of the forty-four "cargoes". heart.
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 preset... 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. at.
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 wet and cold blood on the ground was like a swarm of slippery snakes, wrapping around his ankles, arms, and neck, bit by bit. It seems to bite into the skin and penetrate into the muscles and bones.
The center of his eyebrow felt as if he had been bitten by a poisonous fang. 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 being 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, become my eyes and ears, and be the sword in my hand? ]
The weird and cold voice shook his head and made him want to scream. Luo Ji wanted to scream, but his throat couldn't make any 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 is no direction, no distance, just like a flat black paper, extending infinitely in all directions. He himself has become a tiny ant. No matter how he crawls, he does not seem to move on the paper. Pass.
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 turned into a sound of nature, a ray of light in the darkness, bringing holiness and hope.
[Selected recipient, are you willing to be my believer, become 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 about becoming a sacrifice, but becoming a believer?
It was ten thousand 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 in his mind and soul, he shouted: "I do!"
The moment he agreed, a mysterious and mysterious feeling emerged in his soul, From now on, my soul is 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 an invisible great figure sat on it, slowly Condensed 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, and saw in the darkness a series of ant-like creatures of the same kind, all like himself, moving toward the center. The Iron Throne knelt down.
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 of fate."
……..
Outside the worship picture.
The corpse of a gangster with a weird 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 the statue. By the feet.
The beautiful picture was reflected in the eyes of the black hat man Senbai, and he said faintly: "What a group of lucky guys." Ma Bin stood beside him, the fanaticism in his eyes lessened a little, and he returned to his usual calmness: "It is a kind of luck to be given. I don't have to live in a dull and muddle-headed way. But sometimes, I also think that maybe living like a walking zombie is not a bad luck."
Man in the 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."< br>
Ma Bin paused and added: "The aboriginal people of the ninth district, the blank people at the bottom, there is an age limit. Before the college entrance examination, I just followed your standards and used Zheng Hang's death as an excuse to identify a group of suspected students."
The man in the black hat recognized Ma Bin. He meant to ask, and with the other person's intelligence he could probably guess something, but he wouldn't 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 just I mistakenly thought that you were looking for the real murderer, that your target was one of the real murderers on the list, but you didn’t know that everything was a cover-up, and the people on the list were all designated targets.”
Ma Bin glanced at the man in the black hat. , noncommittal: “Look What I saw was only the first layer of cover-up, and there was also the second layer of cover-up, which I was using to eliminate Boss Zheng and seek to gain power. Well... this was what a sinister lame murderer saw."
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 from 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 link in my operation. Now that it is confirmed, I should leave. Your problem can only be solved by yourself."
Ma Bin's face turned slightly Negative.
The man in the black hat had an expressionless face: "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 I can't guarantee it in the future. Someone will get a clue , leading to fatal danger. "
Ma Bin also knew this truth in his heart, so he framed Boss Zheng and made a big circle, borrowing the power of the patrol room to solve Boss Zheng and complete his control of Qing Dynasty. 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.
The dust was about to settle now, and Ma Bin felt a little sad when he recalled 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 be paved with stairs leading to the sky."
Ma Bin raised his head, his sight seemed to penetrate the wall, looking at the huge and ugly thing that covered 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 He shrugged his shoulders and didn't know much, so 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, and they will all be under the command of your upline from now on. ”
Ma Bin’s face froze slightly, and he didn’t know what kind of person the new online person was.
The man in the black hat told Ma Bin the location and time of the meeting, so that his inspection process was over. He breathed a sigh of relief, at least one of the tasks of this trip was successfully completed, and he should go next Over there is 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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(End of this chapter)