When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Chapter 177

[Main Mission 2/4: Four-leaf Clover, Completed. Truce tonight.]

Tonight, I have time to breathe again.

Except Wu Wentao, the others all felt extremely tired and a little depressed.

So they didn't want to go online anymore. After saying goodbye, they went back to their homes and prepared to have a good sleep.

Su Yuan didn't go home immediately. He took a taxi and prepared to go to Liu Wuhuan's home.

I can't remember how many times I came to Hongfeng Community. I only know that there are three people I know here, but they are all dead without exception.

Liu Wuhuan, Mao Houwang, Song Xiaoxia.

Every time I come here, something unfortunate seems to happen.

So he actually resists coming here.

According to the route in his memory, Su Yuan found Liu Wuhuan's home and knocked on the door gently.

"Squeak--"

The door was opened by a strange middle-aged couple.

"Who are you?" The man looked at Su Yuan puzzledly.

"Sorry, I knocked on the wrong door." Su Yuan smiled and turned to go downstairs.

Since the owner of the house has changed, there must be no clues.

Liu Wuhuan's father has become a homeless man near the school. Su Yuan is more curious about where his extremely controlling mother has gone?

After going downstairs, Su Yuan quickened his pace and walked out of the community.

Next, he went to Jiang Huan's house.

"The third room on the right hand side of the stairs, 303..."

The familiar yet unfamiliar dark blue door, Su Yuan can still vaguely remember the scene where Ji Fang told him "Remember, this is your home".

[Dream] is like an extremely real life experience game, which can most intuitively let you feel the sadness and despair of the victim.

Knocking on the door, the thick dust on the door handle fell down, and there was no response from inside.

After confirming that there was no one inside, Su Yuan directly removed the door lock with his bare hands and pushed the door open.

There was a faint musty smell in the air. Su Yuan pressed the switch beside the door frame, and the dim light illuminated the whole house.

Familiar layout, but there was nothing in the house.

The living room was originally empty, and it seemed even more deserted after the crowds disappeared.

......

Su Yuan returned home without any results, cleaned up simply, and turned on the computer.

He was going to check the game IDs found on Jiang Huan's computer.

But unfortunately, he still found nothing.

It's not that there are no recent game records, but that these IDs can't be found at all.

Jiang Huan's final ending is unknown, at least Su Yuan can't find any trace of her in reality, just like Liu Wuhuan and those who died in [Spiritual Grudge].

"Pah——"

Su Yuan clicked on Liqun, a powerful and powerful person, and then contacted Zhang Yang on WeChat to ask about what happened in the school when he was away.

No matter how long it takes in the dream, it is basically only one day and one night in reality.

Zhang Yang replied quickly, and Su Yuan learned from him that there were heavy casualties last night.

Worse than imagined.

Of the more than 200 participants, only 13 survived.

Half of these 13 people were mentally unstable.

Only a few who could barely speak clearly gave everyone a brief account of what happened.

They were unwilling to recall the content of the game. The reason for their heavy casualties was not only the difficulty of the game, but also the appearance of a [Heavenly Favored Person] among the participants.

Perhaps because his ability was relatively useless, the Heavenly Favored Person felt that he might not be able to survive the game last night, so he chose to use another method.

Kill!

Kill 51 people and get rid of the spirit resentment!

With the cover of the crowd and his extraordinary physical fitness, he harvested the lives of the people around him one by one.

But the number of 51 was still too many compared to the total number of more than 200.

Soon someone noticed the abnormality, and by the time he was found, more than 20 people had died for no reason.

It must be said that in the era of supernatural advent, human life is just a number.

He killed more people in just over ten minutes than some famous gangsters and perverted killers.

If he was discovered, it would be the same as tearing his face off.

The other participants were ordinary people. Who knew if they would be the next to die?

So everyone rushed up and beat the favored person to death.

Su Yuan shook his head and put down his phone.

In the atmosphere of despair, the drama of killing each other will only increase.

What we need to do now is not to morally blackmail them, saying nonsense like "no killing each other, burn yourself and sacrifice your heart".

But to let everyone see hope.

Now their situation is no longer passive, and everyone is in a good state.

NoIf there is an accident, Su Yuan is prepared to spend three days to complete the main task and end the [Spiritual Resentment] here.

......

Early the next morning.

Su Yuan called Xia Wu and asked him to go to the elegant and luxurious tea tasting.

"You love me, I love you, Mixue Ice City is sweet..."

In the noisy commercial street, Xia Wu raised his head, looked at the big-bellied snowman on the sign, and muttered to himself: "Is this the elegance and luxury you are talking about?"

"Is there any problem?" Su Yuan asked back.

"Where is the luxury?"

"Don't drink lemonade, buy the most expensive one."

"What about elegance?"

"Go to the park after buying it."

Xia Wu: "..."

After queuing for half an hour, the two of them each took a cup of milk tea and sat down on a bench in the park nearby.

It was a hot summer day, and the air around was so hot that it was distorted. Xia Wu was blowing the hot wind and biting the straw, and the whole person looked even more depressed.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Do you know what my reward for yesterday's mission was?" Su Yuan also bit his straw.

"Hmm..." Xia Wu lowered his head, concentrating on watching a nest of ants moving, and said casually: "Is it a clue?"

"Yes." Su Yuan nodded: "It's the (blank) computer whose name was blocked by the rules in the dream that I told you last time."

"Really......?" Xia Wu asked with interest: "What's on it?"

Su Yuan said: "I saw the game category of [Blood Words]."

"Is it those quizzes or something?" Xia Wu leaned lazily on the chair: "These things can be found on any small game website."

"I definitely wouldn't think too much when I see them normally." Su Yuan said: "But this is a clue given by the [Stone Tablet], which means there must be a connection between them."

"Makes sense." Xia Wu nodded and asked: "Then what do you think is going on?"

"......"

Su Yuan was silent for a while, and said softly: "Blood Words... were written by people, right?"

A gust of wind blew, and ripples appeared on the calm water.

"Yes."

Xia Wu smiled slightly: "The (blank) you mentioned actually has another name, called..."

"Psychic."