Chapter 158 Who Wants to Murder Me? (Two in One, Please Subscribe!!!)

Chapter 158 Who wants to murder me (two in one, please subscribe!!!)

In Chu Zihang's impression, Fingel only eats and sleeps all day, just like a pig. If you give him a bed and countless junk food, he can probably live happily for the rest of his life.

What's more, it's stormy outside now. Chu Zihang can't figure out where Fengel can go, so he simply doesn't think about it. After all, everyone has some secrets that they don't want to share with others... isn't he the same?

His attention returned to the computer in front of him. The complex equations were still being analyzed and calculated, but they were nearing the end, but he didn't want to waste even this little time. He knew that he was nicknamed "Robot" in the academy because he had always been as precise as a machine in managing time. Of course, it was more because of his facial paralysis.

But he felt that this state was quite good, at least he didn't have to spend more time regretting it.

In his short leisure, he opened the web page, entered a string of URLs from memory, pressed the Enter key, and an old news page refreshed on the screen.

[July 4, 2004, Typhoon Dandelion, a mysterious accident. 】

The accompanying picture shows a scarred Maybach sedan in the mud. There are scattered ruts on the wilderness. The Maybach's front windshield is shattered, there are several large holes on the front cover, and the car body is mottled as if sulfuric acid has been poured on it. .

Chu Zihang has read this news many, many times, so much that he can even memorize the entire report with his eyes closed like a middle school text.

He still keeps newspapers and periodicals from those days, clips of news interviews, and public notices posted by the police. He collected all the news related to that rainy night, wanting to chew every word and swallow it, trying to piece together some useful clues... but to no avail, even after he joined Kassel College, After understanding the knowledge related to dragons in the world, I still can't reach a reliable conclusion.

The events he was involved in seemed to be beyond the scope of any consciousness. If he had to explain it, it would probably be that there are indeed things like gods or devils in the world. Everything is so unrealistic... and vividly Head.

Because he lost that important man.

It is a loss in the true sense. The man is like being erased from the world by a piece of rubber, along with all the traces he left. The boss of the Black Prince Group quickly changed his driver and car, as if that man and the scarred Maybach had nothing to do with him, and he didn't even say a word about pensions or condolences. The "new father" and mother didn't mention a single word about the man. They only cared about whether Chu Zihang had any sequelae, as if the missing man was a stranger with whom they had no interaction. Even the police pretended that there was no such missing person.

So Chu Zihang never mentioned this matter to anyone. He was afraid of hearing the word "no" from other people's mouths. He was afraid that everyone in the world would deny that such a man ever existed and tell him that all this was true. Just his own imagination.

Some people say that a person will die three times in his life.

The first time, when your breath disappears and your heart stops beating, you are biologically declared dead.

The second time, when you were buried, people came to your funeral wearing black clothes. You are declared to cease to exist in this society and leave quietly.

The third time is when the last person related to you in this world forgets you. Then, you will truly die, and the entire universe will no longer have anything to do with you.

The man has been forgotten by the whole world. The only thing he left in the world is Chu Zihang. This is the proof of his existence. If even Chu Zihang is shaken... the man seems to really die, just like never in the future. Pass.

Suddenly, the computer made a dull exclamation sound, pulling Chu Zihang from memory back to reality. He looked at the line of red at the bottom of the screen. The analysis failed. He couldn't find the whereabouts of the dragon. It seemed like it was still spinning in circles after so many days.

There was a dull pain in his shoulder blade, like a burning. He took off his shirt, and a dark red mark was exposed in the air. It was a half-rotten book, just like the school emblem of Kassel College, it was engraved on it like a birthmark. In his skin. But this was not something he was born with, but something that slowly grew on his skin after escaping from that rainy night.

He escaped from that rainy night and fell into this rainy night again. His memory seemed to have woven a cage of heavy rain for him that he could never escape. He was trapped and died inside, but there was no trace of the man. But the marks that had been painless for five years reacted at this moment, and he vaguely smelled the clues hidden in the heavy rain.

He gathered his emotions and was about to calculate the fifth formula again. When he tried to activate it, the mailbox icon suddenly flashed in the lower right corner of the computer desktop, showing an unread message.

He looked at the time, eleven fifty-seven, and then looked out the window at the torrential rain. He could not imagine who would send an email to his mailbox on such a night. He clicked it and read with bated breath, the golden light swaying in his pupils.

What was sent in the email was an encrypted program package and password. What surprised Chu Zihang was that the sender had a note marked "Lu Mingfei". This was an email sent to him by Lu Mingfei's account. It was genuine. , the text content is only a short line.

[Trust your intuition. 】

After hesitating for a few seconds, Chu Zihang chose to install the program package and enter the password. Suddenly, the entire screen went black, and Chu Zihang was stunned.

His first reaction was, had Lu Mingfei's account been stolen? Is the computer infected by a Trojan horse?

But after a while, the screen lit up again, and a three-dimensional model of the city beneath his feet appeared in front of Chu Zihang. He pulled the mouse and dragged, and the model was very detailed. The city's context and the building's structure were clearly layered, but there were no text annotations. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a red dot appeared in the entire translucent black and white building complex. The red dot moved around the corners of the buildings, like a... thief strolling aimlessly.

Other than that, he couldn't think of anyone wandering around late at night during a heavy rainstorm.

He used a data cable to connect his computer and mobile phone. Although this modeling program is very sophisticated, it takes up very little memory if only read without editing, and it has wide compatibility. He plans to make a copy for easy portability.

The SMS ringtone rang, interrupting the copying of data.

[Hello, dear user, the mobile secretary reminds you to have lunch at Xia Mi’s house on time at 12 noon today. Please read the text message and go to bed immediately to ensure adequate sleep. 】

The sender of the letter was Xia Mi himself. It was probably some kind of mischief before going to bed. Although he knew that Chu Zihang was not the kind of person who would forget his promise, he would always stress it again when the time came for the promise. That girl's character and her personality Same, impressively playful.

She had probably just finished taking a shower. She threw herself on the soft bed, snuggled under the quilt and finished editing the text message, snickering. For a moment, the girl's appearance flashed in Chu Zihang's mind, like a cat whose thoughts are unpredictable. .

His eyes flickered between the text messages and the moving red dots on the computer screen. He gently clicked the "Continue Transmission" button, then picked up the fruit knife and tissue on the table, and lightly drew a line on his wrist. of rift. The blood slid down the knife edge and soaked into the tissue, dyeing it a deep ink color.

His pure blood after the "violent blood" was restored. Chu Zihang could clearly feel the increase in power in his body, but the price of power was life.

When he turned on the violent blood, he slipped into the abyss of sin. There was no turning back. He released the devil in his blood. He didn't know when the devil would take over his consciousness. He only knew that time was running out, but there was a lot. It's not done yet.

He is straight, but not retarded. Of course, Chu Zihang knew what Xia Mi meant by bringing him home. After staying in college for so long, every time during the holidays, there would always be couples who would make appointments to go home together. When they meet again at the beginning of school, their relationship will be further developed. Applying for engagement in Nomana, or breaking up due to family reasons. This was the reason why he didn't want to agree to Xia Mi.

The girl's parents will probably interrogate him with a scrutinizing gaze, like checking her household registration. The girl's brother will probably yell at her sister about when she will bring her facially paralyzed brother to play next time. He will also probably leave a deep impression on the girl's heart. His brand, just like the one on his shoulder... But does he have such qualifications?

He was a ghost who would get lost sooner or later. He even thought that if he died, then three deaths would come together, as if he had never been in this world. He doesn't want to leave an indelible mark on anyone's life, nor does he want anyone to bear his fate.

The model has been copied. Before closing the computer, he took one last look at the location of the red dot on the map. It was twenty meters below the ground, probably in a subway station?

Is there any subway service at this point?

Chu Zihang opened the suitcase and selected the equipment needed for the operation, Murasame, a folding knife, a flashlight... Finally, his eyes settled on an item that had nothing to do with this operation. After a brief hesitation, Chu Zihang Hang folded it and put it in his pocket.

He put on a black windbreaker and submerged into the deep rainy night. One hand in his pocket gently held the thing that he had kept well.

It was a shriveled Winnie the Pooh balloon.

…

"If you use Lu Mingfei's account, he should be able to find out that it's not him. After all, Little White Rabbit No. 2 is such a cautious person." Potato Chip Girl stared at the screen and tilted her head.

"Of course he will find out, but this will not affect his actions at all. As long as the information is conveyed, it is enough. Little White Rabbit No. 2 has always been a resolute activist!" Mai Shutoku smiled confidently, "Their story The climax is coming soon, Tang Ben and Zhu Yan just sent me the manuscript, but they are not satisfied with it, so they are sending it back now and are working on it."

"Is it too late?" Potato Chip Girl asked.

"You have to believe in our young people, and you have to believe in my vision. They were chosen by me. I see ambition in their eyes!" Mai Shutoku said confidently.

"I mean Old Tang." Potato Chip Girl sighed, "He looks very simple. To be honest, I can't think of any way Sanwu will lure him there. It's really worrying."

"Hey, don't you understand Old Tang and Sanwu?" Mai Shutoku said, "That girl can always complete the most difficult tasks in the most direct way!"

…

"Hey, is there anyone here?" Old Tang found himself on an empty platform.

He came here purely because he was tricked.

Originally, he was playing well in the teaching game in the Internet cafe, and several girls left their phone numbers for him, but when he touched his phone, it ran out of battery. He thought about going to the front desk to borrow a charger, thinking that he had brought such good results to the Internet cafe today, and the girl at the front desk gave it to him with both hands without even smiling.

But when he walked to the front desk, he found that there was a different person there. The new girl was petite and her platinum hair still shone brightly under the dim lights of the Internet cafe, which made Old Tang look at her for a moment.

The little girl only told him a brief sentence: "Lu Mingfei is in danger" and immediately turned around and left. Old Tang was so anxious that he chased her all the way to a subway gate. Old Tang looked at the dark stairs. He originally wanted to say that the subway was closed at this time. Where is Lu Mingfei? Why don't we take a taxi there? But he never thought that the girl kicked him in the back and he walked straight through the gate. Roll straight down the stairs and all the way to the platform.

What makes Old Tang incredible is that even if you pass the first gate, you should arrive at the security check channel. What is the operation of rolling directly to the platform? Don’t you need to buy a ticket to take the subway here? Old Tang stood up and wanted to pat the dust off his body, but found that there was no dust on his body at all, and it was not painful or itchy, as if what he had just rolled down was not a long staircase at all, but a direct fall from a high place.

He looked around and found that he seemed to have indeed fallen from the real world into a different space. He was clearly falling to the ground, but now he fell into an underground subway station. Heavy rain fell from the sky and slapped on the transparent dome above his head, and blue mist poured in from all directions. He thought it was some kind of biological weapon, so he immediately covered his mouth and nose and jumped off the platform.

"Hey, what's going on!" Old Tang complained loudly. He used to use the keyboard and mouse in the Internet cafe to command thousands of troops like a king, but he fell into a honey trap and was deceived into such a useless thing. A poor place where birds don't poop can't help but give rise to a state of mind of "Who wants to kill me?"

He was in a dilemma in the dark tunnel. He would have to get wet when he walked out of the subway station. At least there was a roof here, but what if he was poisoned by the blue smoke when he returned to the platform? But it’s okay to stay here all the time.

Old Tang looked at the sky in despair and was pleasantly surprised to find several black figures hanging upside down in the corners of the shed. His night vision was very good and he could clearly see those bird-like monsters.

"Hey, is this a new species of bat? It's really big. I'm glad to see a living one here. Hello!" Old Tang waved enthusiastically to the weasels who were mistaken for bats.

The sickles and weasels seemed to be awakened by this sound. They opened their dark golden pupils, let out a sharp hiss, and then glared viciously at the guy below who didn't know how to wake them up...

Then a majestic shadow was reflected in their dark golden eyes, their bodies trembled, and they fell straight to the ground.

Old Tang looked down at the corpses of these "bat" friends who had just met and died, his face ashen.