Looking directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Looking at the key in his hand, Medea once again asked the question of the soul.

The person in front of her had a cold and crazy taste in her eyes, making fear seep out from the bottom of her heart uncontrollably.

Medea had a faint feeling that the other party had no interest in her body or life.

But this not only did not bring a sense of security, but made the fear stronger.

The only thing that is gratifying is that she confirmed that this is an ordinary house, and there are no abnormal points or the like.

Ok?
The next moment, Medea couldn't help but look puzzled.

Right in front of her, Fu Qian took out something like a thin wire.

That seems to be your own card, right?What is he doing with this thing?
At the moment when this thought arose, the latter straightened the hairpin slightly and inserted it directly into the lock cylinder.

When I was confused by this action, the door lock opened with a click.

This this……

Facing this scene, Medea only felt that her cognition had been pierced by something, and her whole body was numb.

Suddenly she recalled the scene in the office before, didn't I actually forget to lock it?

"Lock it."

Halfway through his thoughts, he was interrupted by Fu Qian's voice.

Medea looked up and found that Fu Qian was pointing at the key in her hand, as if signaling her to re-lock the door lock.

Isn't he going to the back room?
From Medea's point of view, it can be seen that there is indeed a little debris behind this door, and there is nothing of value.

So what's the point of him doing this?
The order before paying further confused her mind.

But chaos is chaos, and the tone of the other party is not open to dispute.

Medea didn't dare to express any doubts, stepped forward to lock the door again with the key, and retreated again under the signal of Fu Qian's eyes.

……

[It's locked, you need a key to open it]

Looking at the reminder that appeared again in front of him, Fu Qian sighed.

This is probably the weirdest way to destroy the world, right?

The fire of the incinerator comes from self-burning, just like a man covered with bruises, relying on the blood gushing from the wound to drown the things that hurt him.

What if the wound has grown to an unbearable extent before the blood drowns the opponent?
Will the already riddled body be completely destroyed?
This is a race against time.

Amidst the emotion, Fu Qian did not hesitate in his movements, and opened the door lock again within a few seconds.

There is a limit to its endurance, and at the same time, there is a limit to the efficiency of obliteration, and what I have to do is to break through its limit before being obliterated.

In addition, considering the chaos that can be seen everywhere, there should be far more than one way to challenge the limits of this world.

In the original plan, Fu Qian wanted to visit the school storage room again.

Unfortunately, since Media received that call, the final countdown has already begun.

I don't have time to verify them one by one, so I can only choose a ready-made method.

Fortunately, judging from previous experience, the simple act of unlocking the lock triggered quite a violent reaction.

For now, this is undoubtedly a good sign.

Then it's time for the stabbing.

Every time the key is not used to open the lock, it can be regarded as a stabbing in the residual body.

And the reason why he kidnapped people immediately and ran to this place was because it was conceivable that this kind of behavior would inevitably cause violent reactions.

It is of course faster to do this kind of thing directly at Mediaa's house, but if it is in the center of the downtown area, the targeted power that "it" can mobilize will undoubtedly be much richer.

After all, the damage caused may not be maximized.

"Lock it."

Seeing Mediah who had suffered another shock, Fuqian ordered again.

Faced with such cognition-challenging scenes repeatedly, the latter seemed to have given up thinking, and only stepped forward mechanically.

This time the door lock opened at a faster rate before being paid.

"Lock it."

……

Time passed by minute by minute.

In this remote country house, the two repeated the opening and closing movements tirelessly.

There was no other sound except the locking and unlocking of the lock.

"How long will it take?"

After locking the door again, Medea seemed to be on the verge of collapse, and asked in a desperate tone.

"almost."

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian gave an unexpected answer.

"ended?"

Medea was stunned for a moment, and asked in a relieved tone.

"It's you, give me the key."

It's a pity that Fu Qian only took the key from her hand, then walked to the side and dragged a high stool over.

Not understanding what Fu Qian wanted to do, the next moment Media watched helplessly as he took out the rope from the black bag he brought in.

"Put your hands behind your back."

With a gesture, Fuqian signaled Mediah to sit on the chair.

This……

Some resisted the thick dust on the chair, but Medea hesitated for a while, and finally sat on it with gritted teeth.

"very good."

Her back tightened. Although she couldn't see it, Medea could clearly confirm that she was tied to the chair.

"Do not kill me!"

Medea said in a pleading tone amidst panic.

I can't stand up, and I can't see the movements behind and in front.

This state of being at the mercy of others, coupled with the impact of this journey, is undoubtedly quite unacceptable.

"Sit quietly and keep quiet no matter what you see, it will bring you closer to what you want."

It's a pity that Fuqian didn't pay attention to her. After doing all this, he had already turned his head, issued the key with one hand and issued the card with the other, and continued to repeat mechanically.

Unfortunately, there is no progress bar for this thing.

While switching on and off casually, Fu Qian felt emotion in his heart.

From this point of view, the game world is actually quite good.

The sense of certainty brought by the progress bar is really too strong for promoting enthusiasm for doing things!

In fact, it is such a world, just a few simple hints, it is easy to grow many incredible wonderful things.

For example, Trika, the chainsaw madman.

It is almost impossible for a girl under the age of 20 to be able to do that in the world she lives in.

Presumably, during the growth process of this person, he should have encountered many reminders at some key points.

As for why Medea was tied up?
Fu Qian was not so naive as to think that if he escaped to any place, he could sit back and relax and stab at will.

What I have to do is to break the dimensional wall - with a mortal body.

Killing this thing is not a joke.

As a race against death, counting the time, the shadow of destruction should be coming.

In fact, less than 5 minutes after Fu Qian tied him up, he heard the sound of an engine coming from outside.

"What the hell are you doing?"

A moment later, the door of the house was pushed open, and Sergeant Stan walked in with a frosty face.