(This chapter is not finished yet, so I will post it first, followed by the beginning of the new book)
(This beginning has been scrapped because "anti-humanity" was killed by the editor...)
(So I I've put on the "Fourth Natural Disaster" shell again, and the new version hasn't been finished yet. I hope it can pass the review this time)
(I've been worrying about the new book these days, because I found that I The few ideas I particularly want to write about may not pass the review...)
(And I don’t know when this book will be blocked...)
(I’m afraid that there will be a window of time when I don’t have a single book to my name. In the Internet age, disappearing means being forgotten...)
(Alas.)
In the continuous broadcast Amidst the sound, some players turned into beams and entered the tower one after another, while the remaining players returned to their rooms to take out their masks and put them on.
Nian Fu is an exception.
Since Ziss had brought out the mask before, she took care of it directly in the black cube and appeared in front of the players in the form of an animal.
The players only saw a huge tiger appearing where Nian Fu should have been, slowly walking towards the chessboard and stopping at a certain square.
The tiger looks very old and its fur is damaged in many places. But from the white mist surrounding it and the green tiger eyes, one can still glimpse its former power.
Soon, all the remaining players put on masks and stood on the chessboard under the guidance of the cursor.
Then they discovered that the distribution of types of chess pieces seemed a bit strange.
——There were actually two tigers and not a fox.
...
The ninth floor of the tower.
After consuming a game coin, Qisi felt that his vision dimmed instantly. When he could see again, he was in a completely unfamiliar place.
He sat by the river, with round and smooth pebbles spread all over the river beach. The water in front of him was clear and clear, reflecting his shadow like a mirror.
Qisi looked around, and saw the endless forest extending in all directions. From the outside, the space in the tower seemed to be limited, but it turned out to be endless. The transparent wall could not be found, and naturally there was no way to see outside the wall. situation.
An eight-hour countdown appeared in the upper left corner of his sight, which was the duration of today's beast-fighting game.
Another changing time appeared in the lower right corner of the sight:
[00:59:59]
A one-hour countdown.
Chis felt his wrist was grabbed by a cold hand, as wet as if he had just been fished out of the water.
He lowered his head and saw a white and wrinkled arm stretching out from the water and hanging on his wrist.
That arm didn't use much strength, and it seemed that it was just to get his attention by actively touching him.
Qisi looked along his arm and saw his reflection in the water with a gentle smile. He nodded as if to say hello and slowly put his hand back into the water.
"Hello, another me." The reflection's voice was clear and clear, just like him, "I've been in the water for a long time and I don't feel comfortable. Are you interested in changing with me?"
< br>Zis asked: "If I say I'm not interested, will you give up?"
"No." The reflection smiled sincerely, "Let's play a game. We only play three games to calculate the victory. If you beat me, I will let you go.
"If you lose or draw , I will take your place on the shore, and you will take my place and lie in this cold river forever.
“Anyway, I am you, and you are me. Through competition, the better one will be retained. It’s a good deal, isn’t it?”
………………(The following is The deleted beginning of the new book and the introduction of the new edition, to make up the numbers)…………
[Introduction] On January 1, 2034, I moved to Tokyo.
Since then, Tokyo has been rated as the city with the highest crime rate in the world.
......
The above is just the copywriting of a mobile game called "Tokyo Murder Game". As a game copywriter, I am actually a peace-loving good citizen.
Oh, now I have traveled into this game and become the villain BOSS Bai Qi who is about to plan thousands of murders and build a criminal empire.
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February 3, 2034, Higashi Ayase Junior High School, Adachi Ward, Tokyo.
A police car with flashing warning lights was parked outside the school gate, sounding disturbing sirens intermittently.
Passers-by stopped outside the cordon and took out their mobile phones to take pictures of the crime scene. Due to the angle, most of them could only take pictures of the scarlet pool of blood under the cover of dense shrubs.
After being evacuated by security guards and teachers, the students walked out of the school gate along the path set aside by the cordon. They are approaching the weekend and are not in a hurry to go home and do homework. Instead, they are unusually enthusiastic about hanging out.
Except for some students whose parents came to pick them up and were reluctantly taken back, most of them gathered in the open space outside the school.
The bold ones squeezed into the crowd and poked their heads at the corpses inside the cordon, while the timid ones stood outside the crowd and whispered to their classmates or passers-by.
"The person who died was Yanagihara Shinji, who was also from Class 13."
"Sure enough, he was the one who behaved the worst during his lifetime. How could Watanabe's ghost let him go? "
"It's also pitiful. If he had known that he was going to die, he would definitely not have done that. "
The deceased was 1.85 meters tall and of medium build. He was lying on his back next to the school gate. In the flower bed, with the back of his head facing down, an iron nail penetrated his brainstem, penetrated his neck, and a sharp point emerged from his protruding Adam's apple.
Blood flowed out from the breach and flowed downwards along the slightly sloping ground, staining the collar of the school uniform red, like watermelon juice on the market floor.
Police Officer Raven held a cigarette in his mouth and squatted next to the corpse. He stretched out his fingers and rubbed the soil in the flower bed inch by inch, stopping at the heels of the corpse.
The soil in that area was obviously softer than the soil in other places, as if it was covered with phlegm or nasal mucus, sticky and slippery.
The deceased probably walked into the flower bed after school, accidentally stepped on the mud and slipped, hitting his head on a fallen nail board, and died on the spot.
If an ordinary person falls forward, their arms will subconsciously move in front of the body to support the body. Although it is easy to cause the hand bones to be shattered, in most cases, important parts such as the head can be saved.
Unfortunately, the deceased turned his head for some unknown reason before he died, causing him to fall backwards when he slipped. His arms were waving in an attempt to maintain balance, but he was entangled in the bushes on both sides.
Coupled with the poor management of his upper body, the back of his neck directly hit the nail under the influence of gravity and was stabbed through.
This seems to be a tragedy caused by an accident, with multiple coincidences leading to a fatal outcome.
I don’t know why, but for some reason, the deceased’s eyes were widened to a ferocious level, staring at a certain place, and the panic before death remained intact on his face. Raven listened to the students' discussion about the strange story about "ghosts claiming their lives", calmly took a puff of his cigarette, and looked up in the direction where the deceased was looking.
I saw a goat head hanging on the eaves of the security room, with two dull horizontal pupils embedded deep in the furry eye sockets, and a narrow mouth with a slit, as if smiling, taunting and teasing.
The raven stood up, walked under the eaves, and looked up at the goat's head.
He held the cigarette between his two fingers and blew out a puff of white smoke, with an interesting smile on his lips.
“Oh, there is a story.”
……
White likes to know the murderer's story, it makes him happy.
Because for a sane person, committing murder under the increasingly stringent legal constraints will inevitably face great psychological pressure, and there is a high probability that the situation will push him to the point where he has no other choice. .
Their stories are often shrouded in clouds of despair and pain, and after breaking through the critical point, a torrential rain of fear, hatred, anger and other negative emotions will fall, pouring down, washing away blood and tears.
Just like a person in a wheelchair walking slowly along the street, after seeing a condescending look from a person with able-bodied hands and feet, he will have the dark thought that "the world may be destroyed in the next second."
The most obvious difference between humans and lower animals is that they do not like to make sacrifices for the collective interests of the species, and always hope that similar people will live worse than themselves.
People in pain are prone to highly destructive acts of revenge against society. It only takes one spark to ignite the bomb in their hearts. They will not be afraid or flinch. They are the best disposable consumables.
The process from understanding their processing principles to igniting the explosives with your own hands is splendid, grand and full of expectations, just like the New Year fireworks that most people like.
White likes to chew pain, including others' and his own, and is not afraid to cause some tragedies manually.
Controlling a person's psychology from birth to death will give him a sense of sublimity as a "god", just like a child who kills cats and dogs and strangles birds to death at his most lawless age.
This is a kind of abnormal psychology. As a type of antisocial personality disorder, it has contributed to tens of thousands of serial murders throughout history, and gloriously became the notorious prefrontal lobotomy in the last century. One of the research topics in surgery.
White has systematically studied psychology and can objectively diagnose his own illness. But he doesn't think there's anything wrong with this. After all, modern people have more or less psychological problems.
More than 90% of people believe that they have mental illness, and 40% of them have been diagnosed through various channels. As a member of the army of patients, there is nothing surprising about him.
Given that Long County has a complete investigation system, Bai Qi has restrained his irrational impulses very well in the past twenty-two years and has never left a criminal record on his life resume.
Not only that, but by trying to kill chickens, ducks, cats, dogs and other animals, he determined that simple bloody killing could not bring him pleasure.
What he is obsessed with is murder that is full of beauty and artistry, the sense of dominance that manipulates and plays with people's hearts, and the perfect crime performed by highly intelligent criminals. It is no different in essence from Goldbach's conjecture or Shakespeare's drama.
So, he started working as a private detective, starting from petty thefts to secretly intervening in major cases. Like a hyena, he took pain from the bloody and tragic cases. In just two years, he solved more than 200 cases in succession. rise to fame.
During this period, he unexpectedly awakened an ability - [Mind Reading].
When people who are in a certain degree of pain walk in front of him, he will know what they are thinking in their hearts.
And he only needs to establish enough contact with these people, plant enough hints in their hearts, and let them die voluntarily, in order to obtain their emotions——
Accurately Said to be the ability to force a certain emotion onto other beings who are suffering the same pain.
White spent a month getting [Crazy] from a mentally ill patient, and applying [Crazy] to a homeless old man who was kicked out of his home by his family.
The next day, news broke out in that neighborhood that a homeless old man killed his unfilial son and his family.
Unfortunately, because White did not have a deep connection with the old man, this crime did not allow him to obtain the corresponding emotional ability.
However, he was still satisfied with the results of the experiment. In his opinion, that is the most important step to get closer to "God".
What's worse is that his emotional threshold has also been increased because of this experiment, and simply solving the case can no longer bring him pleasure.
——Every time he saw the crude methods of committing crimes, he felt sick to his stomach.
He thought that maybe he could develop some criminal plans and sell them to idiots who wanted to kill people to increase the average artistic value of the murders.
However, the public security in Long County is so good. In reality, if you tap someone in pain on the shoulder and say, "Hey, brother, I can teach you how to kill someone," 80% of the time they will be photographed by surveillance cameras, and then they will be invited. Drinking tea at the police station.
In order to build a criminal empire with sustainable trading and murder plans, it is necessary to first solve the problems of Long County citizens not being able to access the dark web and not knowing how to avoid tracking.
The process is so complicated that Bai Qi worries that he will be immersed in the public welfare undertaking of teaching information network knowledge and forget that he is a dangerous person who deserves to be shot for five minutes.
All in all, Long County is definitely not a place suitable for crime, and aspiring sociopaths would be wise to move as soon as possible.
So, on January 1, 2034, Bai Qi moved to Tokyo and opened a detective agency in Adachi Ward.
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February 4th, light rain.
At eight o'clock in the morning, a slender figure wearing a goat mask trotted through the rain, stopped in front of the Baiqi Detective Agency, raised his hand and knocked on the door twice.
The crisp sound of "dong dong" suddenly sounded in the secluded and run-down streets. After a full two minutes, a feeble voice came from the door: "Come in."
Goat Mask opened the door. And enter.
In the small and cramped office, Bai Qi was sitting behind the desk wearing a black coat. He smiled and said hello to the person coming: "Watanabe-kun, it's been a long time no see. Please sit down wherever you like."< br>
It is said that you can sit casually, but in fact there is only one empty seat in front of the desk, and the seat surface is a little skewed.
Goat Mask sat down on the seat slightly cautiously, without saying a word.
Bai Qi was not in a hurry, and took out his mobile phone to call up a news item - "The sophomore student of Higashi Ayase Middle School died unexpectedly, and the specific cause of death is under investigation."
He stretched out his finger to scroll through the page, with a happy smile on his face.
“Congratulations on the good progress your revenge action has made, but it’s a pity that troublesome people will soon intervene.
“Perhaps, you will need a new deal? "(End of this chapter)