Intertwined blood threads rose from the ground, quickly blocking all possible exits. At the same time as Lin Huai left, Lu Xiaotian, Fatty and Zhao Jingtian also looked at each other and left the venue in a sensible manner.
After they left, the studio, which had been terrified and silent because of the threat of the demon on stage, finally exploded.
"What does he... mean?"
Someone asked with a trembling voice.
The man's voice is beautiful and standard, so there is no possibility of not understanding his language. However, they still asked each other with a little luck.
When the strength forms an absolute crushing trend, all conspiracies and calculations are useless before then. And this person himself seems to be madness itself that cannot be measured by conspiracy.
—He wants to kill all the people in this studio, he wants only 16 people left in this studio!
This idea echoed in the hearts of all the audience. No one thought 81 was joking—the dozens of detached corpses, and the body of the security guard who had been shot through the head by a piece of high-speed metal, were proof of that.
"God..." someone murmured, "please forgive me..."
—What kind of monster is that No. 81? What is he
——Can come up with such a cruel and crazy revenge plan, what kind of monster is he formed by the condensed maliciousness.
Whether they admit it or not, what can be confirmed is that everyone here is deeply regretful at this moment.
However, their remorse is not a product of conscience, but a lament for their own unlucky fate. Why do they regret not staying at home? Why did you come to this studio? They regretted why it was themselves... would it be No. 81
Why is No. 81 brought to this stage
The source of their remorse is not awe, but fear. In the long years after that, No. 81 was all about fear itself.
They didn't even dare to curse, and they didn't dare to resist. When faced with fear itself, all these self-proclaimed noble citizens can do is submit.
"Listen to me, everyone, listen to me!" A voice sounded in the studio, stopping everyone's commotion, "What happened just now was an accident—"
"Accident? You call this an accident?"
Someone shouted, but the owner of the voice was not affected at all. He stood up, straightened his suit as in the past, stood on the stage, holding the microphone thrown down by Lin Huai, and said: "We have communicated with the outside world, and the rescuers will arrive soon! You have to trust us, trust the museum!"
Under his stimulant, the originally tumultuous studio gradually calmed down. Crying, comforting, begging, and tender veils were once again put on their faces by this group of people. When they have not seen the consequences of real cruelty, they can be a civilized person with peace of mind.
However, despite comforting each other, they did not think about the consequences of a child. However, at this time, Dr. Lucier at the other end stood up.
"Doctor, where are you going?" His assistant asked.
"Come with me," the doctor whispered.
The assistant did not suspect him, he followed Lucier to an inconspicuous corner, where there was an exhaust fan blocked by a small amount of blood. The doctor pointed to the exhaust fan and asked him, "Look, can a person get through this exhaust fan?"
"Varied… "
The moment the assistant looked up, he was caught off guard by a huge thrust from his waist. He inevitably slid towards a thread of blood pointing to his throat, and looked at the owner of those hands in amazement.
Then the next moment, the body and head were separated.
Gao Gao's blood spurted out at that moment, and he didn't even have time to let out a scream. What he saw at the last moment of his life was the doctor's loving face and his voice.
"I'll live with your share," he said.
Ten minutes later, there was an extra corpse in this place. The body was about the same size as Dr. Lucier, wearing his clothes, but without the head. The clothes that originally belonged to him were worn by another person.
And when farce after wave came from the studio, there were also chases taking place in the museum.
Although one potential criminal is difficult to deal with because of his weak health, it is really difficult for nearly a hundred potential criminals to be arrested and brought to justice. In other words, even if it is not a potential criminal, but a hundred wild boars, the guards will need to catch them for a long time.
What's more, the management system in the museum has been completely paralyzed under the attack of hackers. The museum originally had the best anti-riot measures in the entire greenhouse. Thousands of cameras that can automatically recognize faces constitute all aspects of the inspection system. Video, they are SpongeBob SquarePants, Peppa Pig and Vajra Gourd...
At the same time, there are still many players who fish in troubled waters. From the moment they were released from behind the glass cabinet, the system reminded them that "the voting system was breached, and the draft event ended automatically. Everyone debuted with equal votes", and their task became to fill up the reputation points.
—that is, to become a great villain.
Therefore, they spared no effort to fight against the guards, beating people, preventing fire, and doing everything they can...
And a series of facilities in the museum are like a draft, which makes people laugh and cry. Several guards were about to rush towards a fleeing potential criminal, but when they were about to catch him, they were suddenly sprayed with water by the fire extinguishing device above their heads. Sometimes the crisis will also come from the loudspeakers around them. When they are holding the flashlight to look for the lost prisoner, they suddenly utter the sound of "lost river"...
And the culprit of all this is now sitting in front of the computer and chatting with Lin Huai in the tunnel through the camera and broadcaster, but after all, the origin of everything is Lin Huai's sentence "Anyway, you are so free, you might as well come to help".
In a short period of time, the culprit has muttered and changed the background music in the tunnel from "Monkey King" to "Superstar in Troubled Times", and invited Lin Huai to march to the beat of the bgm.
Lin Huai dragged two people with his left hand and two people with his right hand, walking all the way in the dark tunnel. While stepping on the beat, he asked the other party: "Don't you have anything to ask me?"
The other party: "Carrying four people, aren't your hands tired?"
Lin Huai: "...All right."
The other party didn't get to the bottom of it, and he didn't bother to take the initiative to explain it, so he asked, "You can actually control all the machines here? What kind of skill is this?"
"Mechanical Enemy." The other party said casually while typing on the keyboard, "The upgradeable honor skill I got before is to strengthen the ability to control all networks and machines. As long as it is connected to the Internet, I can control it. Intermediate and advanced players have many opportunities to acquire such skills. As long as the rating exceeds s, they will get special skills related to the theme of the game world. You still have the chance to get honorary titles that can be superimposed, such as cold ○ explosive ○ madness, master of cunning ○... "
"... Hey, something strange has come in again." Lin Huai narrowed his eyes, "Speaking of which, will this skill change with the world and your own behavior? What kind of world did you get this skill in? skills?"
"Hmm... let me think about it, it's a world where the AI rebelled. In that world, there is an anti-human AI mastermind who controls all the machines to attack humans. If you walk on the road, you can be hacked by a chainsaw flying over. A whole room could be blown up by a microwave oven that suddenly started idling. It seems like this, but I don’t remember exactly.”
"It sounds like a scary world... so you hacked into that master brain?" Lin Huai asked curiously.
"How can we programmers do such a laborious thing." The Mechanical Enemy said, "Of course it is to rush into the main control room, and then..."
Lin Huai pricked up his ears.
"...then smashed the power box and disconnected it."
Lin Huai: ...
No wonder it is the public enemy of machinery, power failure is the nightmare of all programmers and robots!
Lin Huai couldn't help but began to imagine what skills he could get after this battle. The content of the skills is second to none. What he mainly wants to see is the evaluation given to him by the system, such as the charm skill that can automatically reduce the favorability of all npcs by ten when they meet him for the first time...
"Check the road situation for me." Lin Huai said.
"Are you going to run away?" the other party asked, "These four oil bottles are not easy to carry around."
"No." Lin Huai narrowed his eyes, "I want to take the road with the most people."
An hour later, the red-haired girl who was in a coma gradually opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was the dim corridor, then the silhouette of the man. He was leaning against the wall, playing with a lighter in his hand, with intricate patterns and a baroque artistic style. The man was playing with the lighter, but it didn't look like he wanted to light a cigarette. He seemed to be just playing with the flint, watching the flames go out.
So she didn't speak, just looked at each other quietly. After a long time, she heard the other party's voice: "Are you awake?"
There were three other people who woke up at the same time as her. They looked at each other, and apart from fear, there was also confusion in their eyes.
The timid No. 13 has closed her eyes, shivering and shrunk under a statue, as if the No. 81 in front of her is more frightening to her than those sanctimonious people before. Maybe she was right. The person with the lighter was indeed more dangerous than all the previous ones combined.
He seems to have no reason, no morality, no restraint, he can do whatever he wants, and he doesn't deliberately find a reason for killing anyone. The relatively calm Eva asked him: "Where are we now?"
"Modern Art Corridor." Lin Huai said.
"Why did you bring us here?" Adam asked, "How are the people outside?"
During these chattering inquiries, Lin Huai just hooked the corners of his mouth and said nothing. The red-haired girl barely propped herself up from the ground and said, "Thank you for saving us."
What she got was a burst of laughter.
The red-haired girl looked at the young man who suddenly laughed in amazement. He seemed to have heard something very interesting, his face was a little distorted when he laughed, and his originally slender body was also twisted into a shrimp.
Then he drew a pistol.
— straight to the direction of her forehead.