Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 711: Carmen

What time is it now.

The mule asked such a simple question.

On the paper prepared earlier, not only words such as east, west, northwest, yes, no, but also twenty-four letters and ten numbers were written.

The mule has been tested,

When I asked where this was, I held the pen in the palm of my hand, and I could clearly feel another invisible force that drove the pen, making the tip slide on the paper, pointing to different alphanumerics one by one, spelling out DolphinHotel, 0408 typeface.

In other words, the other party can perceive the outside world and respond.

But when the mule asks what the time is now,

The invisible force lingering on the pen, inexplicably began to run wild,

Drags the palm of the mule, moving frantically across the paper.

The mule's palm is firmly glued to the pen as he tries to regain control of his arm,

But I was shocked to find that I couldn't compete with the opponent in terms of strength.

The result of the stubborn resistance is that the right arm is dislocated, and the forearm is folded back at an angle that is painful to see.

Of course, this is nothing, players are far superior to ordinary people, and generally have received training to endure pain,

The pain level of a dislocated arm is not as unbearable as sticking a bamboo stick in the fingertips or appendicitis.

What really caused the trouble was the force lingering on the pen that started trying to reverse control the mule's body.

Obviously not smiling, but there is a stiff smile on her face,

Even though he wasn't moving, blue veins appeared on his arms.

An inexplicable deep wound appeared on his body, and blood flowed continuously, dripping onto the ground and absorbed by the carpet.

What's the matter?

Is it forbidden to ask for the time? Or is that the way this sticky note was designed?

As long as they participate, the player must be controlled by the body?

The dizziness from the blood loss hit the brain, and the mule's mind turned sharply, desperately thinking about how to survive.

The intelligence businessman could feel that the cold feeling spread to the whole body along the right arm, making his body gradually become stiff and numb.

It can still be used normally, only the left half of the body is left...

The mule gritted his teeth, just about to use his trump card,

As if he found something, he tried his best to turn his head and look in the direction of the door.

One of the skills carried by intelligence traders,

It is to set up a virtual non-physical eyeball, fix it at a position not far from the user, and conduct detection like a surveillance camera,

And stream the footage into the mule's brain in real time.

This skill is called [False Eye Technique], which is obviously a spoof of Gaara's [trachoma technique] in "Naruto",

Although the name of the skill is a joke, the effect is still very reliable and practical,

The summoned eyeball has no entity, is extremely concealed, and can be closed at any time,

Theoretically safe and reliable,

With the help of 【False Eye Technique】,

The mule can clearly see, and the pointer above the elevator is pointing to the fourth floor, no longer moving,

Ding dong.

The elevator doors opened to the sides, and two figures stood inside.

Black Son and Li Ang.

Black Saint Child is still wearing the attire of the day he was just teleported into the script world, standing silently in the corner of the elevator,

As for Li Ang, he held a piece of white paper nearly one meter wide in his hand, with two lines written on the white paper.

The characters on the line above are in larger font size.

【Players should not panic when encountering abnormal events, just do this, let the abnormal call the experts! ]

The following line is slightly smaller.

【In trouble, please open the door and I will help. ]

There is no doubt that Hei Shengzi and Li Ang, who just came down from the fifth floor, are the patrolmen tonight.

The mule was shocked. As an intelligence businessman, he was very aware of the identity of the young master of the Black Saint Son's organization on the other side.

The other side organization is not a good thing,

The Black Son is not a good person either,

There is quite a lot of information to prove that before he became a player, he recklessly acted on his identity and committed many crimes.

In fact, Mule is very suspicious of Black Saint Son's purpose of applying to be a patrolman tonight - he won't be like the kind of person who cares about his subordinates and will risk his life to go out to investigate the situation for the death of his subordinates.

However, Li Ang can be trusted,

The handwriting on the white paper he holds in his hand is very in line with his personal style and should not be faked by the Black Saint.

In a flash, the mule has weighed the pros and cons,

He twisted his waist with all his might, and swung his left arm behind him, releasing a skill called [Mage's Hand],

Away from a distance, release the invisible palm, break the door lock, and open the door.

"Huh?"

Li Ang in the elevator raised his brows. With the lights in the hallway, he could see the unkempt mules with their hair disheveled, blood-covered, and grotesquely sculpted in the dark room.

Is this doing yoga?

Then this yoga pose is too non-standard,

It's almost more rigid than a corpse that has been dead for twelve hours and has a corpse phenomenon.

(If Miss Chai is here, she will definitely complain about Li Ang's psychological activities.)

I think about it, my teammates are in trouble, so I have to help,

Li Ang's knees were slightly bent, and the soles of his feet stepped on the floor of the elevator room. He rushed out of the elevator room like a sharp arrow, across the corridor, and rushed to room 0408.

The mule's condition is not optimistic. New deep scars continue to appear on his right arm, which is holding the pen tightly. The left half of his body is also rigid and rigid at a steady speed.

"My sticky note is about playing a psychic game, I chose the pen fairy,"

While still able to speak freely, the mule said quickly: "Everything was normal at first, until I asked the other party what the time is now..."

I don't know if it was because of the supernatural existence that the intruder Li Ang was discovered,

The negative energy enveloped in the pen suddenly accelerated the erosion rate,

The mule felt his lips numb from right to left, and when he tried to speak again, he could only make a muddy "uuuu" sound.

Tap Tap.

Hei Shengzi in the elevator room has also rushed to room 0408 at this time,

Li Angdu left the absolutely safe elevator again and came to help other players,

The Black Holy Son, who vowed to become a patrolman during the day, naturally had no reason to stand by.

His feet appeared on the blood-stained stall in room 0408,

In order to avoid the situation where the elevator door is closed and the player is trapped on the fourth floor,

Hei Shengzi also deliberately found a heavy object from the backpack column, just stuck between the two elevator doors,

In this way, whenever the elevator door tries to close automatically, ~IndoMTL.com~ will be stuck in the corridor on the fourth floor because the heavy object will prevent it from closing.

"He is..."

Hei Shengzi looked at the stiff mule sitting on the chair, frowned, and asked in a deep voice: "Trapped by aliens?"

"It appears to be."

Li Ang glanced at the mule's note and the records he had written with his left hand before, squinted his eyes, and reached out to break the palm of the mule's pen,

But it was found that the mule's arm was like cast iron, motionless, and if rashly exerted force, it might break the mule's fingers.

Lee Ang thought for less than half a second, and immediately made a decision.

Break if you break, he can be cured anyway,

Hold on, mule, I'm here to save you.

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