Master Swindler

Chapter 44

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Ouyang Bai is a chatterbox, as long as the chatter box is opened, it won't stop for two hours.

The impact of the ghost's visit in the middle of the night on the quality of sleep is not as much as that of this guy.

In the middle of the night, he stumbled to sleep, and when he woke up the next day, Lu Qingjia woke up very late.

After the night passed, most of the students digested some of the horrors brought by yesterday afternoon. In addition, most of them didn't eat dinner last night, so there were quite a few people in the cafeteria during breakfast today.

Of course, Lu Qingjia didn't know that when he got up to wash up, Ouyang Bai had gone to the cafeteria alone and came back to tell him.

And his hands were empty, and he didn't bring him anything to eat.

Lu Qingjia looked at him: "You just come back empty-handed? Give me two big cakes anyway?"

Ouyang Bai said in disgust, "Breakfast is boring. It's all salads, bread, pudding, fruit, pizza, pasta, etc. How can people eat it?"

"I always eat noodles in the morning. No matter how bad the dumplings are, the soy milk fritters, what can I eat better than those things?"

Only then did Lu Qingjia remember that this guy is an authentic native of the country, and he is a squeamish and picky eater, and he will pay for it at other times. In the morning, he would rather not eat or eat what he likes.

Lu Qingjia wiped the water droplets off his face with a towel, and said helplessly: "If you don't eat better, give me some? Besides, if you are an administrator, will there be these problems? Didn't you bring some rations in your carry-on space?"

He knows the family background of these administrators. Generally, the game space for players is based on the size of a backpack or a box at the beginning. There is a room as large as a room, which is the result of a long struggle.

But these administrators often carry a small world with them, or the Xiangong cave mansion accumulated in the copy of self-cultivation, what could be missing

Ouyang Bai disagreed: "It has been said that in the real world and this level of dungeon, in order not to affect the fairness of the game, we will also be restricted a lot."

"I was rushing back to find something, and I locked my strength level and backpack items from the beginning, otherwise it would be impossible to come out, so I am only a genuine intermediate player based on performance."

Then he added: "But I dug out two pieces of good meat from my backpack."

He had two more pieces in his hand that were fresh in color and looked a bit like beef.

Ouyang Bai excitedly said: "This is the Warcraft meat I ate in an intermediate dungeon of another world. It tastes delicious. At that time, I stocked up several tons before releasing the dungeon. behind the head."

"I've locked everything that shouldn't be at this level at this moment, only to find that there are some left. I'll go to the kitchen and make two bowls of fried noodles. Wait for me, the taste is really amazing."

Lu Qingjia also wanted to ask him when he became more interested in cooking, but the guy had already run away.

The student dormitory here is very good in all aspects. It is a bit like a high-end hotel apartment. There are not many people living on each floor. There are also living rooms and kitchens, as well as new-style laundry and dryers. Life is very convenient.

Ouyang Bai came to the kitchen, opened the refrigerator and saw that there were a lot of fresh vegetables left, so he took a cucumber and an onion and came out with all the ingredients in the kitchen.

Rice, flour, beans, etc. are kept in clean and sealed large glass jars, and there are not many traces of movement. It can be seen that the boys here are not much interested in cooking and starting a small stove by themselves.

There was still about an hour before class, and Ouyang Bai didn't waste that time making noodles, so he went straight to find a handful of noodles.

First cut the fat and thin meat into cubes and stir-fry in a pot, then cut cucumbers on the side.

Because the knife is not used very much, the handle of the knife is a little rusted, and it is not very handy to use.

Ouyang Bai was busy with breakfast, and suddenly a person appeared beside him, one of the players.

The other party took a carrot from the refrigerator in his hand, turned on the faucet of the sink next to him, and talked to Ouyang Bai while rinsing.

"Dude, do it yourself in the morning? Interested enough."

Hearing this, Ouyang Bai raised his head, smiled and said, "No way, I won't come for breakfast, and it's not a copy of the lack of food and clothing. If you have the conditions, you can drop by."

The other party also laughed, and suddenly his mind moved, the knife in Ouyang Bai's hand that was about to fall on the dish was deflected due to inertia, and he was about to cut his finger.

This player has a terrifying ability, which is to use his own blood to curse people.

Although the premise of activation is a bit troublesome, you need to get the target's blood and mix it with your own blood, and then apply it to the opponent's skin.

The blood smeared on the skin within three seconds will penetrate into the skin. If the piece of skin is not plucked out within this time, the spell is successful.

Once he casts a spell, the target will become a bomb. As long as he activates his ability, it will be blown to pieces. The power is very powerful, and the scope of the impact is not small. It is a very convenient ability.

Yesterday, Lu Qingjia cleaned up six gold players in one go, which led to a bad situation for one of them, and looking at the cunning and perverted behavior of the other party, not removing him as soon as possible would definitely be a problem later.

But Lu Qingjia was too cunning and hard to chew, so someone set his sights on Ouyang Bai who was behind him.

This guy was completely unguarded, full of flaws, and looked like he was hugging his thighs. The two got closer, cast the spell on him, and waited for the right time to detonate.

Then Lu Qingjia will go to Half-Life even if he doesn't die. As for the school's regulations, he can't violate the school rules, just wait for the opportunity.

Anyway, let in so many players from different camps, the game will always give the opportunity to kill each other.

This player pretended to be chatting to attract Ouyang Bai's attention.

Seeing that the kitchen knife was about to cut into the opponent's hand, Ouyang Bai's hand holding the cucumber slipped suddenly, avoiding the knife.

The bomb player was quite disappointed, but the inertia of the kitchen knife did not stop. Because the handle of the knife was rusted, it was suddenly broken under this offset force. Swish into the bomb player's body.

The accident came so fast and so silky that the bomber was stunned when he saw the half-pierced blade in his chest.

On the contrary, Ouyang Bai reacted first, and quickly supported him: "My God, are you alright, buddy? I didn't do it on purpose."

"Did you hurt your heart or lungs? I'll find something to bandage you."

The bomb player felt it for a while, but fortunately, he didn't hurt any important places. Seeing these two hundred and five in a hurry, he was extremely angry in his heart, but he did not forget his original intention.

At this moment, a person appeared behind Ouyang Bai at an unknown time. He was silent and had almost no sense of existence.

He opened his mouth, and his tongue turned black and soft, like a living leech.

His tongue quickly stretched out and came to the ground, trying to get in through Ouyang Bai's trousers.

This player's tongue is similar to that of a leech, and the function is the same. It can absorb blood unconsciously, and cooperate with the bomb player, it is almost seamless.

Seeing that it was about to touch the skin of Ouyang Bai's calf, the other party suddenly stood up and said, "That won't work, I'll go get the medicine box."

Then he stepped back and stepped on the leech man's tongue, and the leech's expression on his face was extremely sour.

It wasn't over yet, the slippery tongue made Ouyang Bai's feet slip. He deliberately stretched out his hand to support it on the ground, but he forgot that the handle of the knife was still in his hand.

Although he has locked his ability at the intermediate field level now, even so, the arm strength is more than enough to pierce the flesh with a blunt object.

So the hilt directly stabbed the leech man's tongue in the opposite direction.

When Ouyang Bai turned around and saw it, he was startled: "Oh my God, look at this, buddy, when did you come in lightly? I really didn't see it, it wasn't intentional."

The other party was holding his tongue and his face was twisted in pain. Ouyang Bai quickly said, "No, there is rust in the handle of the knife. It must be dealt with as soon as possible."

"Wait for me, you two." Then he ran to the living room next to him and rummaged around, and at least he found a medicine box.

He took out the bottle with disinfectant written on it and sprayed it on the leech man's tongue.

The leech man was in so much pain that he wanted to roll, but suddenly he felt that his wound had been sprinkled with alcohol, salt, and menthol.

"Hmm-" The leech man bit his tongue and let out a scream.

Ouyang Bai even sprayed it twice, but also felt that the smell was wrong. He sniffed the air: "Why does it smell like balsamic oil?"

Then he realized that the medicines in the first aid kit might have been replaced by the boys due to mischief, and he felt extremely guilty. Seeing the leech man looked in pain, he said in panic, "I'm sorry, brother, please bear with me. Wipe it off for you right now."

Fortunately, there were tissues on the stove, Ouyang Bai took several sheets in a row, and carefully wiped the leech man's tongue.

At this time, the bomb man also recalled the tragic situation and realized that this was an excellent opportunity to attack.

Then he took out a small knife from the knife holder on the side, controlled it with psychic power, pointed the tip of the knife at Ouyang Bai's back center, and flew over suddenly.

At this time, Ouyang Bai suddenly smelled an unpleasant smell of mush and screamed, "My meat."

Turning to look at his wok in a hurry, as expected, the meat inside had been fried to black and smoked, and was sticking to the oil that came out.

As soon as Ouyang Bai left, the knife, which was too fast, stabbed into the leech man's body.

"Ah—" The leech man lost his dangling tongue, and his scream was particularly clear.

Ouyang Bai was taken aback and turned around to look at him, but he forgot that he was reaching for the pot.

The pot was so hot that Ouyang Bai's hands hurt because of the heat, so he threw the things out of his hands subconsciously.

As a result, the boiling oil in the pan was poured onto the head of the bomber who simply held the knife in his hand and was about to attack by hand.

Rao's physical fitness has been strengthened, and he can't stand the pain. The bomb man also screamed out under the extreme burning pain of the oil temperature.

His limbs twitched in pain, and he struggled subconsciously. As a result, when he stepped back, he hit the marble console and fell to the ground, trying to grab something.

Pulling the towel under the knife holder, several knives smashed down, two of which were directly inserted into the body, and one machete left a deep wound on the arm with visible bone.

The bomb man and the leech man were speechless in pain. Ouyang Bai stood in the middle of the kitchen, feeling that he had nowhere to start.

In the end, I still felt that the bomber man's wound was more serious, so I hurried over, grabbed the knife on his body and pulled it out: "Dude, the gauze should be fine, I'll pull the knife out for you first to stop the bleeding."

At this moment, the bomb man hated this pretentious smiling tiger. He didn't expect that he thought it was a soft persimmon, but it turned out to be more tough than that Lu Qingjia, but suddenly he heard a "hiss" from the other party.

With a move in his heart, he quickly endured the pain and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Ouyang Bai said: "It's nothing, maybe the palm of my hand was cut when I drew the knife, it's not in the way."

The bomber man was overjoyed. Although there were many twists and turns, he got the other party's blood anyway.

Besides, at this moment, he helped himself to draw the knife, and his hands were already stained with his own blood, which was equivalent to having fused. The fused blood would seep into his palms after three seconds.

Now let this insidious guy explode in place, he's not equal for a moment, fuck the big picture, he's going to kill this guy now.

In order to avoid being affected, the bomber man reluctantly said with a trembling voice: "I, my stab wound is fine, the key is that the scald hurts badly, you go to the living room in the living room and get some more ice cubes, if there is no ice cubes they Save the ice cream popsicles.”

Ouyang Bai nodded again and again: "Oh, okay."

Speaking of convenience, he ran out of the kitchen, and at this moment, the bomber man showed a smirk, his mind moved, and his abilities worked.

"Bang—" A violent explosion shook the entire boys' dormitory. Everyone who heard the movement ran over.

However, Ouyang Bai was the first to arrive. He looked at the two players in the kitchen who had been bombed to half their bodies, and his face was stunned—

"I, I left in less than ten seconds. Why are you two so miserable? Did you get a sneak attack?"

As he said that, he glanced at the surrounding players vigilantly: "Who did it? It's so despicable to actually count two seriously injured people."

The bomb player and the leech player still have breath left, but they have been blown out by more air and less air in.

He pointed to Ouyang Bai's hand: "you, you—"

Ouyang Bai looked at his hand and forced a smile: "You are like this, don't worry about my little injury."

"Just when I took the ice, the blood smeared off. I found that the palm of my hand was not cut. It was just that the handle of the knife hurt a little when I pulled it out. It's fine, just touch some toothpaste for half an hour."

The bomber spit out a mouthful of blood, and said with his last breath, "You insidious bastard plots against me three times, and I won't let you go even if I'm a ghost."

Ouyang Bai took a step forward, and the other party said tragically, "Don't come here—"

Died on the spot.

The players around looked at Ouyang Bai, and the contempt he had given to the vase at first disappeared, and everyone was vigilant.

The two players died, and he himself was not punished in any way, and the unwilling cry of the bomb man before his death, and the two vaguely discerned that he had suffered inhuman torture before his death.

That pervert, Lu Qingjia, who is planning to kill people and make people happy, this simple and kind-looking person is actually a pervert who tortures people and makes fun of them.

Among them, the two dead players approached and muttered, "When they ate dinner last night, these two guys looked at him. I guess he found him?"

"That's right, I saw it. At that time, he turned back and smiled at them both."

"I thought he was stupid at the time. Who knew what that smile meant."

"Don't say it, it's chilling down your spine, don't let him notice."

The surrounding people whispered away from Ouyang Bai far away, leaving only Ouyang Bai standing in the same place, his face was accustomed to loneliness.

At this time, as the class time approached, the surrounding people gradually left, and Ouyang Bai found Lu Qingjia standing behind the crowd.

He ran towards the other party as if he had caught something, and when he got close, he didn't dare to look at the other party's expression, for fear that the only person who hoped that the understanding of reality would not be prejudiced against him also showed doubts and fears in the eyes.

Ouyang Bai lowered his head and said in a dull voice, "I didn't do it."

But when he heard a burst of applause, he raised his head, and Lu Qingjia applauded for him with a smile on his face—

"It's wonderful, it's wonderful. Although you talked for two hours last night, it's still better to see it. It's an amazing way to clear the customs."

"You don't believe me either?" Ouyang Bai said aggrieved.

"I believe it." Lu Qingjia smiled and took his shoulder: "I believe you are stupid."

"Hey, why can't I hear you complimenting me or hurting me?" Ouyang Bai said so, but he was very happy that Lu Qingjia didn't follow suit.

"That must be complimenting you." Lu Qingjia said: "The conditions for launching that bomb should require the blood of himself and the target, but when you communicated between him and the leech man, you had already mixed their blood and stuck them together. on them."

"It's just that you were implicated in the rhythm of the rhythm, and the idiot completely lost his mind. He didn't have time to replay the game to see if he would accidentally hurt himself. As soon as you left, you couldn't wait to detonate."

"That ability is really quite useful. I must have used this trick to kill countless enemies. It's really embarrassing at the moment."

"But even if you limit your abilities to the intermediate level, it's impossible not to know that those two guys are plotting against you, right?"

Ouyang Bai said dejectedly: "Yes, they will know when they are unlucky."

"But what level, brother, what level are they? If you find me, you will be hanging yourself with a rope. It's unfair to them."

"I really wanted to help them, but who knew they were so unlucky, they killed themselves in a while."

Said and sighed.

Lu Qingjia: "…"

Is this the so-called white to deep natural black? But he could understand why even the administrators doubted him.

Ouyang Bai said regretfully, "My two pieces of meat are gone, and my fried noodles are gone."

Lu Qingjia took out two buns and handed them to him: "Eat it, the chef in my shop made it, and the craftsmanship is not bad."

Ouyang Bai was overjoyed when he saw this, and hurriedly took the buns and ate them sweetly. After a while, he had forgotten about the two people just now.

In a sense, it's terrifying.

The two walked to the classroom and returned to their seats. The man at the desk next to Lu Qingjia was in better spirits, but he was still trembling.

When he saw Lu Qingjia, he asked with a trembling voice, "What class is today? You won't kill people again, will you?"

Lu Qingjia said, "It's up to the teacher, but have you sorted everything out?"

The boy handed over a USB flash drive: "It's all here, but when I went back to the dormitory last night, I met someone, and he took it and copied it."

Lu Qingjia said: "No problem, just copy it."

Since Ji Ye is not interested in things that are already well-known, the next course will only become less and less known. Even if he gets a lot of clues, he needs to extract useful ones and speculate by himself.

People who can't figure it out, it's useless to take things. Smart people who can understand will naturally find clues in other ways.

At this time, Ji Ye stepped on the bell and came in from outside.

He looked in a good mood, pushed his glasses, and said to the students present, "Good morning, classmates."

"Today's topic is to respect the old and love the young. This is not only a traditional virtue of our country, but also a test of a person's precious qualities of love, patience and empathy."

"Of course, people are not sages. Everyone here is young and arrogant, and their hearts are arrogant. They are far from the age of precipitation. Even if they do, because of their own particularity, they have a great sense of superiority, and always maintain patience and humility. It's a luxury."

"I believe that many people here have not considered other people's positions. Even if the other party is old, young or weak, it may not be the intention, but the damage has been done."

"In this class, the teacher will take everyone to recall the original impulse, sum up their own inadequacies, and assume that if there is a chance, how to make up for it."

"Of course, as usual, we still let our classmates demonstrate."

At this time, a player raised his hand and Ji Ye said, "Please speak."

The player said: "Teacher, is this class also required not to lie?"

Ji Ye smiled even more: "Teacher hopes that everyone will be as honest as possible, but if it is really difficult to say it, you can also embellish it appropriately."

"But remember not to create something out of nothing."

Everyone understands that this game is likely to be targeted.

Before he could think about it, Ji Ye clicked on a student ID, a player with a scar on his face.

Ji Ye asked, "This classmate, have you ever done anything rude to the elderly or children?"

Scarface players are not known for their brains, but they are not stupid. Lenovo knew from yesterday's class that in this classroom, the rules that Ji Ye mentioned are absolutely to be followed.

He didn't make up any fiction, he mentioned an incident he had experienced, and said with a slight touch: "Yes, I once stayed at an old couple's house, lived in their house for several days, and ate their food, but in the end I didn't give any food. They leave something to pay for."

Ji Ye said: "That's really a pity, you have to respond to the kindness of others, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable."

"If you can, how do you want to make up for the regrets you had in the first place?"

The player carefully considered whether there were any traps in Xia Ji Ye's words, and then slowly said: "If possible, I apologize to the two old men and ask them to forgive me for being rude and do what I can for them. as compensation."

After the player finished speaking, seeing Ji Ye's smile cracked a little weirdly, he immediately felt a sense of crisis.

But then he calmed down again, in order to prevent Ji Ye from playing tricks, he gave himself a lot of hints when answering the question, at least in his subjective opinion, he was sincere just now.

He wasn't lying, he was just blurring the point.

Even if this guy used the rules of the previous class, there was no way to tell him that he was lying and let him explode.

However, two figures suddenly appeared on the curtain behind Ji Ye. They were an elderly couple, their expressions were pale and stiff, and they stared straight at the scarred face.

Immediately, there was a weird grin in the scary face of the scarred face, and the old hoarse voice said: "Really? That's great."

"Since you think so, let's give you a chance."

The author has something to say:

67+: You are so vicious, I don't have such a thing. I am famous for being sympathetic to the weak, respecting the old and loving the young.

Ghost Granny: What did you say