Zhang Dianyu turned on the flashlight, and the light yellow beam penetrated the foggy night, illuminating the brand new tombstone.
He moved the flashlight to look at the next door, and the warden who hung up the phone was firmly tied to the tombstone by him, with a calm expression.
The night wind blew across his Mediterranean Sea with a little coolness.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
He glanced at the tombstone blocked by the hang-up warden, lowered his volume and whispered, "I'm offended."
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the shovel that had been thrown aside, bent down and touched the wet turf, and determined where to start. To be honest, the belly of the old warden made it difficult for him to perform such a simple act—he really shouldn't have switched roles so early.
It took him a lot of energy to push the warden to the ground, and he was even out of breath now.
Zhang Dianyu wondered if he could dig the coffin.
But it's all coming, he either doesn't do it, or he has to do it to the end - otherwise is there a half-dug grave left, take a break tomorrow and continue at night
Not to mention whether the stupid funeral staff will report to the police when they continue to bury the corpse tomorrow, even if they see the dug up grave and fill it in by the way, Zhang Dianyu will not be able to bear it.
It was useless to think too much, Zhang Dianyu raised the shovel, lifted the turf and threw it aside, and began to dig the grave.
During the burial during the day, he watched from the sidelines. To be honest, Saike Stone's coffin was buried neither deep nor shallow, and he would have to dig the pit for at least two hours.
Zhang Dianyu never thought that such an accident would happen during this trip, and he didn't bring the warden's clipboard with him. He wondered if missing those two pages would have any effect on the transfer of the title—or if he transferred the title to the old warden, would the Sekestone file be subtracted? Two lines
It's a pity that these can only be confirmed when he returns to prison.
Now he can only continue digging out of breath.
The flashlight was held in Zhang Dianyu's mouth, and it became a little sour after a long time. I knew that he should accept the clerk's recommendation to buy a headlamp, and digging a hole would save a lot of effort at this time—but he didn't know why the clerk would recommend this kind of thing to him, so he refused decisively.
Now it seems that the clerk seems to be quite experienced... Zhang Dianyu, who was thinking in the shallow pit with a shovel, wiped the sweat from his brow and fell into deep thought.
After the break, he continued digging.
The night gradually became thicker, and there was no trace of light. Only the beam of light from the flashlight shone on the soft soil, and there was no end in sight, which made people feel a little desperate.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Dianyu's shovel finally touched a hard object.
Filled with joy, he knelt down and wiped the dirt off the surface with his hands, and there was indeed a coffin underneath. Since the soil here was just filled in more than ten hours ago, it was much easier to dig than he imagined. Although he feels dirty and tired now, at least his goal has been achieved.
He stroked the coffin lid with his hand, and was about to pick up the shovel and continue to empty the surrounding soil when he suddenly thought of a possibility.
Maybe he can call Sekstone through the coffin, just like when switching roles
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought.
If it was possible, why did he sit at the gas station all night and spend so much time digging his grave here
He put his palm against the surface of the coffin, cleared his somewhat dry throat, and called softly: "Sekestone?"
There is no change in front of my eyes, and there is no game panel that pops up suddenly.
Zhang Dianyu was a little hesitant. He glanced at the warden who was still tied to the tombstone outside the pit, and shone his flashlight on it.
The glaring beam of light swept across the face of the warden who hung up the phone, but he stared straight back with a pair of dazed pupils, without any intention of avoiding the light.
Zhang Dianyu fell into thought, maybe Mr. Fergus is not a "main interface", so he can't call out the role switching panel of Cyke Stone
Then—he looked at the on-hook warden who was tied to the tombstone, and said in a low voice, "Mr. warden?"
The distance between the two people must not exceed the limit distance for switching, so there is no doubt that the role switching panel appeared.
The role of the brown-haired prisoner was still displayed as unavailable, and even if he could, he didn't want to try it—at this time, if he switched to the Seikestone interface, wouldn't he find himself locked in a coffin as soon as he opened his eyes
That's going too far.
Zhang Dianyu switched to the warden's body, and the first feeling was that his whole body was sore - he didn't feel such a feeling when he was digging a grave next to him. This posture with his hands tied behind his back for several hours was really embarrassing.
As soon as he opened his mouth, he realized that his voice sounded hoarse after being tied up and blowing the night wind for several hours.
"Secstone?"
Still no character switch panel appears.
It looks like the worst thing he can imagine is that he has to kiss the dead body to transfer the character title—isn't that fucking weird
He could only sigh slightly, and said, "Fergus."
In the next second, he returned to the body of the former warden whose head was chilling, and picked up the shovel again.
Things have progressed to this point, he can only continue to dig, there is no need to quit halfway.
The remaining soil was quickly emptied, and Zhang Dianyu pushed open the coffin cover with great effort, revealing the person lying quietly inside. Most of the wounds of the brown-haired prisoner had been cleaned, but they were still in terrible shape, and the skull inside could even be seen through the big hole.
In such a dark and thick night, it really makes people feel chilled.
Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Dianyu lowered his head and kissed the forehead of the corpse—fortunately, it was successful this time, and a reminder of title transfer popped up before his eyes, and this time he quickly chose "Yes".
[The title transfer is successful: get the title "Explosive Egg Expert" and the title "King of Toilets".]
Zhang Dianyu looked at the game panel in front of him—when he was the prisoner Saike Stone, he had an attribute bar for the prisoner in the "Escape Mode", which included "Roughness", "Agility" and "Dexterity" added by the reputation points of Saike Stone. Instigator", and some attributes that he hasn't had time to add.
But he also has a special skill bar, in which there is only one skill that makes people want to faint, "Licking Legs". In addition, there is the title column that appeared at the end. For Seike Stone, he has two titles, which are "Egg Popping Expert" and "Toilet King", which were transferred to Mr. Fergus this time.
But Mr. Fergus is not a prisoner, so from the beginning, his game board is not the same as Sikestone, and it is not the same as the warden.
The warden's game board is the most complex, including the construction and control of the entire prison, as well as a wide variety of tasks and to-do lists.
Mr. Fergus's game panel is just the opposite. There is only a solitary time bar on his panel, and the name in the upper right corner - click on it to have a simple character profile.
And now, his game panel finally has an additional title column, in the upper left corner, there are two titles below, which originally belonged to Cyke Stone: "Explosive Egg Expert" and "King of Toilets".
Zhang Dianyu looked complicated.
Although these two titles don't sound like much, they are actually quite useful, and even helped him drag the clown into the toilet and almost kill him.
He sighed, and seemed to hear the clown's voice in his ears: "Mr. Warden, you have been looking at me like this for a long time...why didn't you speak?"
Wait a minute—Zhang Dianyu's scalp was numb, and he moved his neck slowly. He wanted to look back, but found something cold and sharp against him, making him dare not move again.
Crazy and suppressed laughter sounded in his ears.
"Mr. Warden... Tell me what you think? As long as you say 'kill him', I will cut his throat for you, how about it?"
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
No wonder he felt that there was always a shady breath behind him—wasn't it an illusion
"I ran a long way on purpose—I mean, took a long flight, and even broke up a date for you." The clown's panting laugh sounded very perverted, "You can't even smile Not to me. Mr. Warden, you have changed."
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
Of course the warden won't laugh when he hangs up, and the clown's expectations are about to fall through—the question is whose appointment did he refuse? Could it be Batman
Zhang Dianyu slowly recalled the news he saw in the fast food restaurant during the day.
Indeed, he vaguely remembered the Joker declaring that he had left a "present" for Batman at the Union Savings Bank, asking him to meet at 8pm.
Gotham is quite far from here, Zhang Dianyu has nothing to say.
He listed the current situation in his mind - he has three characters: one is unavailable, lying in a coffin; The next one is useful; and the last one, at this time, was firmly bound by himself, and tied to the tombstone.
This might be called a "dilemma" if I could.
Sikestone is dead, and with luck, two more characters will be lost tonight - the Warden's body doesn't seem to die, but his consciousness will be kicked out to the next character, but The warden who cannot wake up will fall into the hands of the clown.
His new role could find the bodies of the clown and the warden, and... give him a head
Zhang Dianyu couldn't help but sighed.
"Yes, you should sigh, my sir." The clown said slowly.
The flashlight fell to the ground, and the pale beam of light shone on the face of the corpse, causing the clown to smack his lips.
"Well, it's that little fool, I still remember his appearance." He pinched the neck of the former warden thoughtfully, looked at his flushed face, and said with a smile, "I see— Accidentally ran into a strange relationship, interesting. I should thank the informant."
Zhang Dianyu fell into deep thought. So he was on the clown's informant attention list
He did meet a lot of people this day. Couldn't he go out alone in the future? Or he should find something to cover his face with—ask Peter about that.
But... The feeling of suffocation made him grab the clown's sleeve, and at the same time, doubts arose in his heart-how did the clown suddenly understand, what did he understand
Zhang Dianyu didn't even understand.
"Say 'kill him'." The clown happily said to the warden who hung up the phone, "I will satisfy your deepest desire."
Zhang Dianyu: "?"
He struggled to let out a voice intermittently from his throat: "Wait...have you ever thought about...maybe you guessed it, right?"
The clown didn't answer, and tightened his fingers a little, making Zhang Dianyu speechless.
But the hang-up warden will definitely not respond to the clown, maybe he still has a chance to struggle
The day of Sikestone's funeral was chosen in a dreary and oppressive day, which seemed to rain all day long, but never a drop of water fell from the sky. Until late at night, the darkness also seemed to be melted to the point of viscous.
Zhang Dianyu glanced behind him out of the corner of his eye, and found that the clown was wearing something that looked like a monocular infrared night vision device—no wonder he could come behind him silently in the dark.
He thought about it, even if he switched roles now, he couldn't save himself. He even tied several layers of knots on the rope binding the warden just now, because the warden had been struggling.
Then it's better to fight to the death, I don't know if the clown will help—Zhang Dianyu secretly sighed in his heart. This lunatic is an expert in crime. Even if he had no help, the two of them might not be rivals. Unless he's taken to a toilet somewhere, maybe he'll still have a chance to push the clown's head down the toilet with his new title.
But you can't wait to die obediently.
He hugged the clown's body with his backhand, and using his only advantage—weight, the two of them slammed into the coffin fiercely, and Seikestone's hideous wound was right in front of him.
At the same time, the artery in his neck was cut open by the sharp blade at the moment of resistance, and the blood sprayed out and fell into the night.
Zhang Dianyu was dizzy, but the reminder in front of him made him happy.
[Obtain the skill "Prison", the effective range is 2x3. Obtain energy-saving "Confinement", effective range 1x1.]
This is the minimum size limit of cells and confinement rooms in the prison, but other than that, there are no redundant explanations.
But for Zhang Dianyu now, it is enough.
He vaguely guessed how to use this skill.
Zhang Dianyu chose to use the skill "Confinement" without hesitation, and the edge of the range was drawn between him and the clown.
At the same time, the knife that the clown wanted to stab seemed to be blocked by something.
Zhang Dianyu smiled, and the clown was thoughtful.
"Superpower?" The clown pouted, "I hate this thing."
After speaking, he took out his pistol and pulled the trigger at Zhang Dianyu.
Zhang Dianyu: "..."
The moment he saw the clown's movements, he tried his best to twist his body to the other side. Unfortunately, the grave was too narrow, and he had nowhere to hide.
The bullet entered his lower abdomen, causing a sharp tearing pain, but it seemed to be wrong.
With the last of his strength, Zhang Dianyu pushed the lid of the coffin that was leaning aside, and even caught a strand of green hair.
The Joker's knife also fell outside the coffin.
Zhang Dianyu grabbed the knife in embarrassment and stumbled out of the grave. The bullets behind him hit the middle of the soil, causing him to fall to the ground and roll.
He groped his way to the tombstone where the warden was bound, and his stiff fingers cut the rope.
The young man stared into the distance with indifferent eyes, then stood up and staggered towards another direction.
Zhang Dianyu struggled to hold on, and opened his mouth to shout out, feeling as if the voice was tearing his throat: "Mr. Warden?"
It also took the last of his strength.
Amidst the dizziness, Zhang Dianyu slowly stopped in his tracks, smelling a bloody smell in the darkness.