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Chapter 466 Old Rules

"Hey...you haven't answered my question yet?"

The voice next to him brought Xu Shuo back to his senses. He didn't look at her, but just lowered his head and motioned to the dice on the ground: "Roll."

"Are you watching?" the female reporter asked tentatively.

Xu Shuo raised his head. The female reporter learned how to behave this time, and immediately looked away, casually looking at him without looking into his eyes.

But she waited for a while, but didn't hear what the other party said, until the female reporter shivered and realized that she seemed to be getting colder and colder.

There is no north wind, no ice and snow, but the chill is getting deeper and deeper.

It seems that according to this rule, either roll the dice and David decides life or death, or he will stand in a stalemate here and be frozen to death.

But the guy next to him, who seemed to be an investigator, just kept silent, his eyes that seemed to be overflowing with black mist couldn't tell the emotion, he was like a sculpture, quietly staring at the black and white dice on the ground.

The female reporter rubbed her arms, then turned to look at the photographer a few steps away from her.

The two looked at each other, and the silent photographer frowned slightly, then stepped forward: "I'll go first."

He bent down and stretched out his hand towards the dice, and stopped before approaching. After clenching his fist, he grabbed the black and white dice and straightened up.

In an instant, the photographer was slightly stunned!
"How do you feel?"

A familiar questioning voice came from the side.

The photographer looked up, and there was the young man in black and black pants standing opposite him, with a normal expression on his face, holding a notebook with a black cover in his left arm, looking at him.

The photographer didn't look at each other, but when Xunsheng turned his head to look beside him, his pupils shrank suddenly.

What he saw was not a female reporter, no, it seemed to be a woman.

Thick blackness flowed from her eyes, her whole body seemed to have melted in a hot furnace, her limbs became soft and slender, her arms were hanging down on the ground like a tentacle, her back was arched, occupying half of her face. One sheet and one sheet.

Photographer: "..."

The photographer looked away with a blank face.

If the people who saw this scene were not strong enough psychologically, they might have already attacked or fled in fright.

To be honest, he was caught off guard and frightened.

The photographer didn't respond to the female reporter's words, and threw the black and white dice into the air, his eyes fixed on the falling and spinning dice.

And when the dice was about to hit the bottom, his eyes flashed, and he drew his two fingers together lightly.

The obtuse angle of the dice touched the ground, and Gu Lulu spun a few times on the spot before slowly stopping, while the dice kept standing upright and stopped firmly on the ground.

The female reporter's eyes widened slightly, staring at the dice just like the photographer.

The dice are six-sided, with none of them facing up.

No points were rolled!
Eighth rule: If you don't turn any numbers, please leave this hallway immediately, otherwise David will be very angry.

The dice stopped spinning, and nothing happened yet.

The photographer looked up at the stairs leading to the third floor, then took a tentative step, passed the black and white dice in the center, and came to the edge of the three-meter distance limit.

He stepped out slowly.

There is no strong crisis, no restriction, and no malice from all directions when you hold the dice.

The photographer suddenly walked up the first step, and after a pause, he quickly went up a few more steps, and did not stop until he was three meters away from the black and white dice and reached the middle of the corridor.

Then he turned around to look.

The shape of the female reporter returned to normal in his eyes.

Immediately afterwards, the black and white dice fell to the ground with a "click".

"..."

"Ah, are you breaking the game?"

After the scene was silent for a while, the female reporter looked at him blankly and asked.

The photographer opened his mouth and was about to answer, but the next moment, the female reporter and the young man disappeared from his sight, and there was nothing in the corridor on the second floor.

Only the black and white dice remained in place.

……

"Um?!"

The female reporter paused, and immediately turned her head to look at the young man beside her, only to see that the other party lowered his head and wrote something in his notebook.

She looked a little embarrassed, looked at the corridor where the photographer could not be seen, looked at the young man, and then looked at the black and white dice on the ground.

This……

Damn, she's the only one left in this space!

She was left with a pervert who didn't know the details!
"You... what are you writing?"

The female reporter folded her arms and said tremblingly: "Also, have I met you somewhere? Are you an investigator in this orphanage? Can't you say anything?"

Xu Shuo closed his notebook and turned to look at her: "Throw."

"Okay, toss, toss! Toss to throw!"

Feeling the increasingly cold air, the female reporter stepped forward to pick up the black and white dice tremblingly. In an instant, she felt malice from all directions.

It was as if something had invaded her body, making her movements and senses dull, and even her thinking slowed down.

The female reporter clenched the dice in her hand, her expression puzzled.

Xu Shuo looked at her suddenly, and the female reporter happened to be scrutinizing him quietly, so the two caught off guard and looked at each other.

There was no emotion in the young man's eyes, but he was staring straight at her. The female reporter couldn't help but blinked, looked away, and stroked her hair with the hand that wasn't holding the dice.

The atmosphere at the scene fell into dead silence, only the quiet breathing of the female reporter.

Then, her face became paler and paler, her chest heaved frequently, and the hand holding the dice trembled slightly, but she still held the dice tightly.

At this time, Xu Shuo stretched out his hand towards her.

The female reporter looked at him.

Xu Shuo withdrew his palm: "Give it to me."

He spoke in an uncompromisingly cold tone, and the female reporter pursed her lips. Feeling the dark malice all over her body, she finally reached out to him with trembling hands, opened her five fingers and released the black and white dice.

The fingertips of the two touched slightly, and the young man's skin was as stiff as ice. The female reporter withdrew her hand like an electric shock, and then she dared not look at him with guilt.

Xu Shuo picked up the dice, rubbed it with his fingertips, and then the black and white dice turned into powder and dissipated.

Faintly, the powder seemed to be still emitting heat.

The female reporter stroked her hair, her eyes wandering: "Well, I should have passed the level, right?"

The rules are gone.

Xu Shuo crushed the powder in his hands, glanced at her blankly, and then spread out his notebook to record.

［SOA-09 Subsidiary Ruler, David, the host object has been replaced. ]
[Suspected self-awareness appears. ]
Even if the female reporter has a special ability and can transform certain things into explosives for her own use, it is not so easy for her to destroy the regular things.

Unless "David" is long gone from black and white dice.

Now this thing is just thrown out to confuse his sight.

That's right, something to restrain him.

After Xu Shuo finished writing the new record, he raised his eyes slightly, and saw that the female reporter had tiptoed over to peek at him while he lowered his head to write.

However, she looked lonely.

Because the notebook is full of ghost-drawing characters, black notes, red notes, and a mess of colors intertwined together, it takes hard work to identify what is written on it.

Of course, the female reporter didn't have the time to make a careful identification. When she noticed something, she raised her head and met the young man's dark eyes.

At that moment, she was refreshed!
——What this guy wrote is so messed up, it doesn’t look like the handwriting of a normal thinking person at all, so is he still normal now, no, no, no, he must have been perverted!

——The point is whether her behavior just now was too reckless, and whether she would offend this guy with unknown purpose. After all, the strength he just showed seems to be stronger than that David...

——It seems that the bondage on her body is gone now, but if she really fights, will she explode? It shouldn't matter if the explosion is on the second floor.

In an instant, the thoughts in the female reporter's mind popped up, and even overwhelmed the erosion from the abyss.

It wasn't until the black in front of her eyes magnified to the entire field of vision, and countless tentacles entangled in front of her eyes, that she suddenly reacted and took a few steps back in fear.

The female reporter blinked, and the wild demon dancing scene just now disappeared, as if it was just her hallucination.

The young man in black in front of him was looking at her, tilted his head and said, "You ruined my experiment, have you thought about how to compensate?"

"what?"

The female reporter was stunned: "If you can speak normally, you should have said it earlier. Besides, you didn't say that dice can't be broken. What's more, my behavior should be regarded as helping you to try out the new No.11 rule? And now The black and white dice are gone, and this level will not exist in the future!"

Xu Shuo sneered, "You're too self-righteous."

The consequence of often relying on the analysis and answers of "documentary notes" is probably that her own logical thinking ability has been suppressed.

After the police assistant first tested out that the rules were changed, she should have figured out that the old rules of black and white dice no longer apply to "David".

Then, of course, the old restrictions no longer exist.

……

　I finally went shopping on the rest day, but the way back was flooded.If the road is flooded, let it be flooded. The point is that the elevator shaft on the second floor is flooded, so the elevator is out of service!

　　The 19th floor!I fucking climbed the 19th floor! The 19th floor ah ah ah! ! !

　　
　
(End of this chapter)