I Became a God in a Horror Game: 237, game pool (131+132+133)

Amande woke up suddenly from his sleep. He sat on the edge of the bed sweating profusely, bowed his head and gasped for a while before recovering from the nightmare.

In other words, recovering from the nightmare reality.

Amande shook his hands covered in cold sweat. The last picture in his sleep was Mu Sicheng with his head lying on the ground bleeding and his pupils dilated.

The opponent's blood spread on the ground, merging with the pool of blood under his own body.

Amande sat on the edge of the bed blankly, recalling the dream just now, or his previous life.

His elder brother Georgia is the head of the third division of the Heresy Administration. Since Armand was sensible and could remember, he has been extremely busy. Because Georgia is engaged in a very dangerous job, so he protects Armand. The desire is very strong-Georgia has a strict plan for Armand's every move.

For example, Georgia strictly prohibits Armand from joining the Heresy Bureau and engaging in any work related to heresy.

But Armand was not convinced. The more Georgia allowed, the more he wanted to enter. The work of dealing with heresies was very attractive in his eyes-this was the salvation in his fantasy World work!

Armand, who admired his elder brother Georgia since he was a child, yearned for the Heresy Administration more and more. When he was adolescence, he became even more rebellious and directly entered the training camp of the Heresy Administration.

This led to the first quarrel between Armand and Georgia, and Armand made a quarrel, and finally got his wish.

And Georgia said to him coldly, Armand, you are a timid and soft-hearted person, you can be cruel to the enemy, and if you do, you will be severely punished by fate.

Now that I think about it, Georgia was right. Georgia is always right.

At that time, Armand had never been severely punished by fate, and he always had some realistic and naive fantasies about the kindness of fate.

He entered the Heresy Administration Bureau with these innocence, and was then sent to the safe heresy supervision department by Georgia to be in charge of paperwork.

Depressed Armand counts all kinds of heresies idly, seizes any opportunity and wants to run to the dangerous front line, but every time Georgia finds them sharply, and then controls them more strictly In the headquarters of the three districts.

Armand felt an indescribable emptiness and loneliness.

Since he grew up, he has been surrounded by the high protective wall Georgia built to protect him from heresy, and there is nothing in the wall, only he himself, even Georgia He also cautiously stayed outside the wall, even eating with a plastic cover to prevent him from being polluted.

And when he finished his career, he still stayed in this wall, and he didn't even have anyone to talk to.

And soon this person appeared.

The third area under the jurisdiction of Georgia is a storage area for high-risk heresy, storing dangerous and valuable heresy, and the stronghold of the third area is generally in a very confidential location, and few people can detect it But all of this is an exception to Mu Sicheng, the natural enemy of the third district.

Mu Sicheng is the biggest enemy of the third district. Every time this arrogant thief comes to the third district, he will cause trouble. The team members of the third district almost cut their heads to study this The weakness of thieves who are elusive, trying to catch each other.

When researching to study ‌, a little epidermis is also studied.

When Armand stuffed bread into his mouth, he heard the team members next to him mention Mu Sicheng's background for the thousand and one time, so he couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Mu Sicheng... ‌‌'s friend is gone... Now I have the means to cooperate with anyone, especially withdrawn and alone..."

"He seems to mind this very much, and he will lose control of his anger when he hears it... You can use this..."

With the bread in his mouth, Armand interjected articulately: "How can a friend who is dead be considered a weakness?"

He patted his chest with a playful smile and introduced himself: "Unless you create a living friend for him, that is considered a weakness. I think I was wrong. I can help you to be a spy and be a friend of this thief."

The team members knew that Armand was the captain's brother, so they laughed and teased him: "Do you know how this thief's friend got married?"

Armand shook his head honestly.

The team members frightened him: "Mu Sicheng personally killed him! If you were friends with him, you would definitely be killed by him too!"

Armande was stunned, swallowed the bread and choked.

That night, the red alert in the third district sounded.

Amande woke up from his sleep in a daze, and heard Georgia's serious voice on the radio: "The whole area is on alert! Mu Sicheng was hit in the waist by me after stealing three heavy and second-level red heretics, and now he is lost." Mobility is fleeing inside the management bureau! All team members are searching for it!"

"—If necessary, they can be killed on the spot!"

The team members searched for the shot thief room by room, with concealed joy on their faces. This kind of joy of being about to succeed made Armand, who secretly joined the search team, be found by the team members. Turn a blind eye and let it go.

Amande followed the search excitedly, but after searching twice, he was discovered by Georgia. After being reprimanded by Georgia in dejection, Armand rolled back to his own room in despair.

But when Armand returned to his room, he immediately realized that something had sneaked into his room.

When Armand left the dormitory, he closed the door. Although the person who came was very cautious, everything in the room seemed to have been moved, but the smell was concealed——Amande sniffed There was a strong smell of blood.

His heart was pounding nervously.

Armand is very self-conscious about the fact that he has no way to stop the other party, so he pretended that he hadn't noticed anything, and turned around to leave the other people.

But the moment he turned his head, he was caught by the throat with sharp claws, and a tall man was panting heavily on his side, and smiled viciously: "You are very sharp. Your nose is as sensitive as mine, can you smell my blood?"

Amand's heart was about to jump out of his throat. He raised his arms and made a gesture of surrender. Before he could speak, the man on his shoulders slipped slowly Click on it.

Armand turned around in a daze.

He saw a young man about the same age as him lying weakly in a pool of blood, with monkey earphones on his head, gasping for breath.

This person is about to lose blood and go into shock, Armand immediately realized this, he stared blankly at Mu Sicheng who was lying in a pool of blood, and the words he heard echoed in his mind Various background information about this murderous thief.

【...‌Have a friend...a person...seems very lonely...can only talk to a follower behind him]

[Every time you steal something, everything you do is to please the person behind the scenes and gain the approval of the other party...]

[It seems that the behind-the-scenes man is about to expand the smuggling line, so Mu Sicheng visits the third district more and more frequently...]

Amande thought that the other party would be a bad old man in his forties or fifties, but he thought... he was so young.

Blood spread from under Mu Sicheng's body into a pool of blood. He curled up in a daze, and covered the wound with some hands, but used his injured abdomen to protect the three heresy boxes that he had stolen inside.

Amande's lips were drawn into a straight line. He held the ‌/gun on the back of his waist, then gritted his teeth and pulled out the gun to aim at Mu Sicheng's head.

But no matter how hard he pushed himself, Armand was relieved—his brother was right.

There is no way for him to shoot such a living person, even if he knows that he is a heinous and unforgiving bad guy, but he can see it in the eyes of the dying Mu Sicheng The same desire as him—the desire for life, for the meager sustenance of being understood and recognized.

At this moment, there was a knock on his door.

Amande was taken aback. He subconsciously pushed Mu Sicheng up and hid him under the bed. Then he took off the floor, sprayed a lot of air freshener in fear, and lay down on the bed. Since I fell asleep.

It was an ordinary team member who asked Armand, "Did you see any suspicious people?"

Amande, who was on the bed, quickly replied in a panic: "Yes! The air freshener is because I just had a very smelly shit, so I sprayed it a lot!"

The person who came: "...you don't have to tell me this kind of thing."

There were people who suspected that Armand was the younger brother of the team, so amidst the choking smell of air refresher, someone came and walked away holding his nose.

Amande lay limp on the bed, he hesitated for a long time, and put a bottle of special healing potion and a roll of bandages under the bed.

It may have been a long, long time before a pair of monkey paws stretched out from the bottom of the bed, hooking these things away with a "swish".

Amande hugged his knees and squatted on the bed, his eyes were out of focus, thinking about why he did this.

But before he could think of a result, there was a rejuvenated voice from under the bed: "Hey, what's your name?"

Amande answered honestly: "Amande."

There was a scoff from the bottom of the bed: "It's hard to hear, you are exactly the same as the person who shot and wounded me, who is his?"

"...Brother." Having said that, Armand became even more depressed.

Why do you want to save the enemy who was shot and wounded by your brother?

After a long, long silence under the bed, he asked the same question as Armand thought: "Why...why did you save me?"

Amande sighed melancholy: "I also know, just hold back and save."

I wondered why there was a series of extremely mocking laughter and coughing sounds from the bottom of the bed, and then cursed with a low laugh: "Stupid."

Amande: "..."

Although I also think it's quite stupid, but when you say this, is it right?

When Armand woke up early the next morning, Mu Sicheng had already seen him. On the one hand, Armand breathed a sigh of relief, but on the other hand, he felt that it was his own imagination. I want to go crazy trying to make achievements, so I have this dream of catching Mu Sicheng?

But why did the self in the dream save him and then let him go?

Armande couldn't figure it out, so he gave up.

But not long after, the notorious thief visited the heresy administration again, but this time Mu Sicheng did not take anything away, but left one thing behind.

Like all the overly arrogant monster thieves in history, this time he actually sent a notice letter to the third district in advance.

【——Wednesday came to steal things, I don’t know what to steal, look at it, let your team leader’s younger brother, that so-and-so with an ugly name wash it up and wait for me at the door! 】

Georgia opened his eyelids, and he threw this notice letter in front of the demented Armand: "Explain why Mu Sicheng started targeting you?"

"...I also know..." Armand wanted to cry, but he really regretted it.

Georgia took a deep breath, stared at Armand for a long time, and finally passed the verdict: "No matter what happened between you and Mu Sicheng, Armand, you must remember that this man is a devil, you will eventually He was killed by him."

"But if you really need a chance to recognize this reality, I will give it to you."

Georgia examines the guilty Armand: "Wednesday held a gun and participated in the siege with us."

On Wednesday, Armand stood in front of the house tremblingly with a gun, and soon the thief came.

This is the first time Armand saw Mu Sicheng running and stealing.

Mu Sicheng is as fast as the wind, and as free as the wind. He grinned and brushed past Armand's side with a speed invisible to the naked eye, and then grabbed He grabbed Armand's wrist, dragged the dazed Armand and ran with him.

In the scene of gunfire flying, amidst the screaming voices of all the heretic bureaucrats, the hostile thieves and Armand ran quickly like two children who were caught playing pranks on the spot‌ Come.

Amande was stunned, he wanted to leave, but this waiter Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and smiled mischievously, and turned his head to look at him in the wind: "See if they caught us, huh?" Let's play?"

Amande was startled, he turned his head, and behind him were the team members chasing them hysterically. Against the backdrop of Mu Sicheng's extreme speed, the ferocious facial expressions of these running team members looked a little funny—it was indeed Just kidding, Armand couldn't help laughing.

Mu Sicheng ran very fast, and Armand, who was led by him, also ran very fast.

All kinds of heresies are presented one by one under Mu Sicheng's superb theft technology. These dangerous heresies that have been measured and cured by Armand are weighed by Mu Sicheng at will in the room. It seems that it is not true What heresy is just Mu Sicheng's toy, and this is not some kind of theft and crime endangering the world, it's just a whim game of this thief.

Mu Sicheng casually threw a heresy at Armand, and smiled: "Do you know what this is for?"

"Number 8035..." Armand racked his brains to recall the statistics he made, "This one looks like...in the wind..."...a butterfly.

He remembers being able to blow a hurricane.

Mu Sicheng interrupted Armand impatiently, stretched out and opened it directly: "Is it open when you open it?"

Swarms of colorful and strange butterflies flew out of the box, and the wind fanned out from under their colorful tails. The violent wind swayed back and forth in the closed room, blowing the human hairline to move back one centimeter. .

Armand was caught off guard and was blown flying.

Mu Sicheng grabbed Armand's ankle to prevent Armand from being blown away. He couldn't hold back his laughter and laughed: "You have been guarding here for so long, your brother will not even let this Have you ever played?"

"Is this just for fun?!" Armand yelled brokenly, "Stop it, it will cause drastic climate change!"

"Yes." Mu Sicheng grasped his body in the wind to balance his body, he floated shallowly in front of Armand, and after stabilizing Armand's shoulders, he explained with a low smile, "Really Stupid enough, your brother didn't know how to teach you, see, every heretic has a weakness—"

Mu Sicheng controlled Armand's ‌finger‌and grabbed the tail of a butterfly flying in the wind, and whispered to Armand's side: "—as long as you control its weakness, This heresy is your toy.”

Armand watched in disbelief that the butterfly in his heart stopped fluttering, and settled obediently at his fingertips.

Mu Sicheng snorted triumphantly: "Right?"

But the next moment, Mu Sicheng maliciously let go of the finger holding the butterfly, and flicked the butterfly's tail feathers with his index finger, and suddenly there was a strong wind.

Mu Sicheng grabbed the panicked Armand by the back of his neck, retreated rapidly in the hurricane caused by the butterfly, laughed wildly in the wind to the team members who came to chase them, and said goodbye with a ratio of **** :

"I'll steal your brother's brother for fun!"

They disappeared without a trace in the sudden wind.

Actually, the wind led the two of them for a long time, and Mu Sicheng stopped.

He didn't know who he had received the call from, his originally joyful expression calmed down instantly, and his tone changed from jumping to calm: "...I got it, I will bring the things back, smuggling line There is a problem with safety here."

After finishing the call, Mu Sicheng turned around and saw Armand, burst into laughter.

Amande has a face that is 99% similar to Georgia. At this moment, Armand, who has never experienced such a stimulus, now has brown hair that has been blown into a chicken coop by the wind. Health, the expression is also mentally handicapped at a loss.

He is lying on all fours on the ground now——but he didn't want to stand up, mainly because he had never taken a vehicle like a hurricane, and Armand was a little dizzy from the "wind".

Mu Sicheng half squatted in front of Armand, who was lying on the ground, with a half-smile: "I thought the old-fashioned younger brother would be a little old-fashioned, but I thought it was a little mentally handicapped."

Amande glanced at Mu Sicheng quietly: "You scold me again."

Mu Sicheng couldn't help laughing, he stood up with his pockets in his pocket, took out several heretical boxes from his pocket and threw them all to Armand: "Oh, I didn't play well today. I will play with you again if I have a chance, bye."

After speaking, he turned around and left.

Amande came back to his senses, he looked at the boxes in front of him, and was startled suddenly——

——These boxes were only taken by Mu Sicheng today, and Mu Sicheng also returned the three boxes that he saved when Mu Sicheng was injured last time.

"Mu Sicheng—" After thinking again and again, Armand still held back and stopped Mu Sicheng, "You returned what you stole last time."

Mu Sicheng raised his eyebrows and turned around with one foot: "Why, return it to you?"

Amande replied honestly: "You should come to play today. The one you took is a light level red heresy, but these three are heavy three levels of red, which should be your goal. You can return it to me. Of course, but I am mainly afraid that you will steal it next time."

"It is indeed my goal." Mu Sicheng smiled, "But this time I was caught by you, and the theft naturally failed. This is not my trophy."

Mu Sicheng waved his head and left without looking back, with a smile in his voice: "Of course I will steal again, if you don't want to lose, just try to catch me, Oman Germany."

Amande looked at the three boxes and was silent for a long time.

Amand, who successfully brought back the stolen box, finally has the qualification to join the front line.

After that, Mu Sicheng will send a notice letter to Armand, and Armand seems to have grown overnight. He has become more calm and will try his best The local people hunted down Mu Sicheng.

Whenever Mu Sicheng came, Armand was the one who ran the fastest, almost as fast as Mu Sicheng, but he never shot Mu Sicheng.

Gradually, Armand became the person who recovered the stolen goods that Mu Sicheng had stolen.

Amande gradually grew up in the process of chasing Mu Sicheng. He became more and more stable, more responsible, and more capable. He became Georgia's second in command, that is, the deputy team.

One day after dinner, Armand, who registered as a heretic, returned to the dormitory, and found a notice letter next to the bed, which read——[Deputy team, please play It's game hunt, do you want a drink? 】

Amande raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and after carefully confirming that his brother was there, he slipped away through the back door of the Heresy Administration.

Amande came to the open space where he was swept by Mu Sicheng in a gust of wind—they occasionally come here to get together, although I don’t know why the guys from the two opposing camps want to do this, but it’s just that It started unconsciously and became a kind of convention between two people.

This open space is very barren on the ground, but when you look up, you can see a very bright night sky. When Armand arrived, Mu Sicheng sat on a small hillside and looked up at the starry sky .

"Here we come." Mu Sicheng greeted Armand lazily, and threw him a bottle of wine.

Amande took it steadily as usual, then raised his head, and paused.

He noticed that Mu Sicheng's mood was not right tonight.

"What's wrong?" Armand sat next to Mu Sicheng and asked.

Mu Sicheng raised his head and took a sip of his own wine, exhaling foul breath: "The man assigned the full power of the smuggling line to me, and I will come to steal things later."

He was silent for a while, and then continued as if nothing had happened: "See you later, we are about to shoot, change your pretending empty shell gun."

After Mu Sicheng finished speaking, Armand was also silent for a while.

——If it’s just stealing, it can still be regarded as a game, but when it rises to endanger everyone’s smuggling, it’s no longer a game between them.

It is the life of countless people.

Amande seldom drinks, but he took a big sip there, wiped his mouth and said, "I will."

"I've played a lot of games, some tragic ones, some scary ones, and one..." Mu Sicheng looked up at the starry sky and muttered to himself, "—I'll never forget it."

"But during this time, I had the most fun." Mu Sicheng lowered his head, he didn't look at Armand, but stretched out his arms to him, "Thank you , whether you let me go or stay with me."

Amande held Mu Sicheng's chest, and said seriously: "Relationship, we are friends."

Mu Sicheng paused, he was silent for a while, and then sneered: "Do you know how I am a friend?"

"I was killed by you." Armand held Mu Sicheng's hand tightly, and there was unshakable firmness in his dark brown eyes, "But I believe you will kill me." Mine, or in other words, I will try my best to become stronger than you, so that I can not be killed by you, nor can I kill you!"

Amande clenched his fist and said, "I will be strong enough to stop what you are going to do!"

Mu Sicheng withdrew his head and turned his head awkwardly, but there was a bit of a suppressed smile on his face: "...Smelly brat, don't think you caught me once, that's all Proud."

But perhaps Armand and Mu Sicheng would not think that this is the last time they will look at each other and smile.

March later, Bai Liu came to deliver a batch of goods, and when Mu Sicheng was handing over, George, who came to patrol, discovered the clues.

After Georgia confirmed that these were a group of high-risk smuggled heresies, which would cause serious consequences once they flowed into the market, he launched a fierce attack without hesitation. Mu Sicheng, who stayed behind, was struggling to deal with it, but after the handover Bai Liu, whose cargo had already left, killed a carbine and returned to the port.

With the help of Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng captured the famous team member of the third district on the spot.

Seeing that the person who came was Georgia, Mu Sicheng's pupils shrank slightly.

While Bai Liu, who was sitting on the seat, did not miss this subtle change in Mu Sicheng's expression, Bai Liu looked at Georgia who was half-kneeling in front of his knees with an expressionless face, slightly He raised his eyebrows.

"Do you know this team?"

Mu Sicheng answered with difficulty: "I often ask him to be in charge of the third district to steal heresies..."

Bai Liu turned his face to the side, and he looked at Mu Sicheng indifferently: "I don't like people to lie to me, you know that the knowledge I'm talking about is not just the level I've seen-you told him Have feelings?"

"Yes!" Mu Sicheng quickly denied it.

Bai Liu turned his head and looked at Georgia thoughtfully: "But when you saw this face, your reaction was fake, it turned out to be him, it should be someone Someone who is very similar to him."

He lifted Georgia's head with his body, and lowered his eyes to examine this face: "You should be able to tell who is the immediate relative of a woman from the figure, so this person should be male, and He is a man of very similar age, otherwise you will not be able to tell the difference in appearance at first glance."

Mu Sicheng's breathing almost stopped, and his clenched hands became fists.

"—Is it his younger brother?" Bai Liu calmly announced the answer, "Similar to your age, and perhaps have similar experiences to a certain extent, this kind of relationship established in this opposite position—— "

Bai Liu opened his eyelids and looked at Mu Sicheng, who said nothing.

Mu Sicheng's eyes were red, and he let out a deep breath. He didn't justify himself with a single word, and knelt down on his knees with his head down.

"Please... let Georgia go." He said each word with a pause, "I overplayed my game, next time I will control myself, killing him now will cause the third district to replace the pipe. People, change the layout to make it easier for us to investigate..."

Mu Sicheng was about to say something, but he seemed to be trying to persuade Georgia to let go of himself directly, which was absurd and powerless, so after not getting any reply from Bai Liu, Mu Sicheng fell silent, kneeling in front of Bai Liu motionless.

Bai Liu lowered his eyes: "I can let him go out of respect for you and the seriousness of this period of work."

Mu Sicheng raised his head in astonishment.

"Let's take this as an example." Bai Liu glanced at Georgia lightly: "But before that, in order to prevent the team from the third district from remembering our smuggling route, we need to show him one thing. "

Mu Sicheng breathed a sigh of relief: "Is it an item to erase memories?"

"Yes." Bai Liu said softly, "I'm going to let him try the new prop I just got, [future]."

After Georgia glanced at that thing, he moved as if his soul had been sucked out, like a corpse, he was thrown in a wasteland by Bai Liu—that is, Mu Sicheng and Armand The secret wasteland where the occasional drink takes place.

Mu Sicheng secretly passed Armand to take his brother away.

Amand, who came here, panicked and carried back Georgia lying on the ground with blank eyes.

——that was the beginning of all nightmares.

When Georgia was silent for a month and was about to commit suicide and self-mutilation, the desperate Armand broke out and he logged into the game.

After struggling in the game to pass the level, the dying Armand saw the other side of the thief named Mu Sicheng for the first time on the big screen.

This man laughs wantonly, kills at will, human life is as careless as a toy in his heart, he follows another man, from a thief to an extremely sharp knife The murder weapon will see blood when it comes out.

Amande stood blankly among the audience cheering for Mu Sicheng who had scratched his opponent's neck, looked up at the screen, the friend he thought was very strange, and his mind went blank.

It turns out that the games that Mu Sicheng said... are like this...

Is it like this...?

After winning another game, Mu Sicheng casually lifted his clothes to wipe off the sweat and blood dripping from his chin, waved his hand patiently at the cheering audience, and prepared to leave the field.

As if interested, Bai Liu turned around and asked him: "Compared with this game and the friend game between you and the deputy team leader of the third district, which one is more enjoyable?"

The decline in mental value and the release of the desire to kill and steal caused Mu Sicheng's pupils to shrink slightly in excitement, and he made a vicious smile, with sharp teeth exposed at the corners of his mouth, like a demon who has stretched his nature after being bathed in blood: "Does that still need to be said?"

"—Of course it's a game here."

Amande stood in the bustling crowd like a wooden sculpture, the huge screen glowed white light behind him, and the team led by Bai Liu walked past Armand under the cheers of the audience.

The hero of this game, Mu Sicheng, who killed the enemy, walked behind Bai Liu. After the weak Armand.

Mu Sicheng didn't care which weak player he knocked down.

Immersed in a certain emotion, Mu Sicheng just glanced back condescendingly at the player who was bumped by him, only looked up at him, his face was full of mud, and sneered contemptuously With a sound of foolishness, he walked away without turning his head.

Amande, who was sitting on the ground, looked up in a daze. He saw Bai Liu in front of him, turned his head, looked at him from a distance, and then drew a picture that seemed to pity him. Smile.

He saw Bai Liu smiling and mouthing to him: "It's just a game."

——Everything is just a game.

The delirious Armand forgot how he logged out of the game, he stumbled back to the dormitory of his heretic bureau, and gave those he still kept, Mu Sicheng He found out his notice letter, frantically tore it into pieces, and burned it.

Replace the wine that Mu Sicheng and he have drank, the heresy that they have played with, and the sneaky things they have done secretly with empty bullets.

Amande was lying on the bed for a long time, he closed his eyes, as if he could smell the **** smell coming from under the bed, he could hear the guy chuckling and calling him a fool, he could see the The wasteland ‌‌ has a marginal free starry sky.

But when he opened his eyes, Armand's brown eyes were empty, and there was nothing.

He turned around like a puppet, replaced the empty ammunition in the gun with live ammunition, and then contacted Mu Sicheng—he said Dao Mu Sicheng would come, only I can hope that Mu Sicheng can have the patience to play this game of friends to the end.

And Armand will stay with him to the end.

Mu Sicheng is here.

So Armand put an end to this game of friends. With tears in his eyes and gnashing his teeth, he shot the bad guy who was full of lies for the first time, and the bad guy was also grabbed by his throat. ‌ grabbed a big hole.

The moment before Mu Sicheng fell to the ground, he looked at Armand with incredulous eyes, as if he couldn't believe that Armand had done such a thing to him.

After falling to the ground, Mu Sicheng grimaced because of the pain. He struggled to change his monkey paws and crawled towards Armand.

Armand thought he was about to attack, and with the last of his strength, Armand fired another shot at him.

The gun hit the temple, and Mu Sicheng clasped Armand's chest with his monkey paw, and said hoarsely: "—I caught your brother, yes——"

Mu Sicheng's ‌covered Armand's ‌‌, as if he wanted to shake it, looked at Armand with slack eyes, and the bright eyes that always had a bad smile were full of gloom.

This guy was obviously shot by him, but the last words he said to him were right, arrest your brother.

Amande's tears welled up gradually.

He wanted to talk to this bad guy, but the syllables of a word came out, and Armand realized that Mu Sicheng's monkey paw had severely scratched his throat. There is a big hole, half of the vocal cords are broken, and now he can speak.

Amande felt that his body was getting colder and his heartbeat was getting slower.

The last thing he saw was a pair of leather shoes walking towards him, and a black whip dragged to the ground.

Amande saw this man kneel down on one knee, turned over the head of Mu Sicheng, who had been shot by him, gently hugged him in his arms, and solemnly He closed Mu Sicheng's eyelids which were still open.

Amand heard the person possessed, and whispered softly to Mu Sicheng who was already in his arms: "——If this is a game of your choice, then this is your [end]. "

"In the past, death to you is just a sleep. Your soul is my eternal property. When I wake up, we will be together again."

"Sleep."

The tone was light and floaty, as if a patient father who was coaxing his own child who was willing to sleep was telling a beautiful fairy tale about death.

Amande tried his best to raise his head and see clearly who the person who came to collect the bones for Mu Sicheng was.

But no matter how hard Armand tried to open his eyes to see the man's face clearly, his eyelids became heavier and his breathing became weaker and weaker amidst the strange, coaxing voice of the man.

The moment before Armand closed his eyes completely, he thought that if his brother were here, he would definitely criticize him severely for coming to attack so self-sufficiently, and would make him write three thousand words Let's review the legitimate relationship between him and Mu Sicheng, the enemy, and hand it over before tomorrow...

A tear fell from the corner of Armand's eyes, his soul fluttering like a butterfly in the wind finally fell into the sleep called death.

The hurricane within the walls has finally died down.