Infinite spooky game

In apartment 1101, unit 2, building 12 of Jinjiang Residential Complex, Si Qi leaned against the window of the secondary bedroom, listening to the footsteps outside the door getting closer and closer.

Within ten meters, a single bomb would have been enough to obliterate the target hiding behind the door, but the investigators clearly had no intention of killing him.

Whether it was due to receiving new orders or a relaxation of vigilance against the former danger that had been reduced to mortals, a voice came through the loudspeaker: "Qis, you are surrounded. Please immediately cease hostilities, disarm, and surrender. Otherwise, we will resort to violence, and we will not be able to guarantee your safety."

Knowing that Qi Si's body is not in Jiangcheng, both the Bureau of Investigation, representing order, and the terrorists who want to destroy the world have coincidentally made this place their final battlefield, throwing all their chips and trump cards into this giant millstone...

Siqi suddenly realized that the person who had plotted against him was scheming for a great cause, and that Lin Jue and he were both caught in the same trap.

He drew the attention of the Bureau of Mystery Investigation, while Lin Jue prematurely used up the Sea God card, losing his mysterious power along with him after killing the god. All of this was so that Qi Si could ascend to the sole divine throne without any obstacles after returning to this world.

He laughed, laughing so hard he could barely breathe: "Looks like someone has finally realized something. Is he planning to capture me alive? If I'm not mistaken, Lin Jue is probably more afraid of me dying here than of me."

The people outside seemed to completely ignore his probing, repeating the pre-recorded lines over the loudspeaker: "Qis, you are surrounded. Please cease hostilities immediately..."

"Surrender and then be kept in a cage on the fifth basement level?" Siqi's smile remained unchanged, even becoming more radiant.

He raised his voice and declared in the tone of a famous stage actor reciting lines: "Rather than accept that boring ending, I'd rather die right now."

Although dissatisfied with being deceived, if Siqi had to choose between Lin Jue and Qi Si as the ultimate winner, he would hope it would be Qi Si. After all, they shared the same thoughts, memories, and behavioral choices. If either of them died, the other could continue their life as a continuation, continuing to wantonly subvert this terrible world.

The French windows were pulled open from the inside, and white rain imbued with the spirit of the sea god poured into the room, while a high density of divine power supported his body. Siqi stepped onto the edge of the windowsill, where a fierce wind raged thirty meters above the ground, causing the young man's black hair and long suit to flutter wildly, leaving trails of bloodstains like tattered feathers behind him.

The door behind him was forced open, and he stepped forward and leaped. The investigator only saw a gray-black shadow fall from the window the instant the door opened, the afterimage leaving a trail of fire like a shooting star in the air, making the raindrops fly backward due to the reaction force.

The earth rushed into view, blood rushed back to the brain, and bloodshot eyes briefly lost their sight. The pain of the impact with the ground spread through every bone. Sci didn't hear the sound of his own fall, and he guessed that his ears had also been deafened by the impact.

Warm blood surged from his body, but the cold rain diluted all the heat, making him shiver with cold. He was still alive. The death of a god was just as difficult as survival. In Jiangcheng, which had just been transformed into a land of fallen gods, the remaining power of the sea god was constantly repairing the wounded.

He struggled to his feet and stumbled as he ran wildly toward the back gate of Jinjiang Community, which he remembered. His vision gradually returned with each step, and the black, white, and gray world was slowly being tinged with other colors at an imperceptible pace, a sign that the influence of the sea god was fading.

As long as he could endure until the Sea God's spirituality completely dissipated, and before that, he wasn't caught by the Bureau of Mystery Investigations, he would have a way to kill himself, causing Lin Jue's plan to spiral out of control. Thinking of this, Si Qi couldn't help but burst into laughter three times.

A figure in a black suit and frameless glasses entered Jinjiang Community through the back door. Lin Jue, carrying a long gun, blocked the escape route of the fugitives. His frameless glasses blurred his vision in the rain and fog.

Siqi guessed that the gun was loaded with tranquilizer darts, which could control him without killing him.

This was a distance from which it was impossible to miss. Lin Jue raised his gun, and Si Qi had nowhere to dodge, so he could only lean back instinctively.

A dusty gray shadow suddenly rushed out from the corner, lunging in front of Si Qi to block the bullet. In a glance back, Si Qi saw Lin Chen's face.

For a long time, the necromancer was mindless, wandering aimlessly in one direction, unknowingly following his connection to the soul leaf and arriving in Jiangcheng.

Now that the Sea God has fallen in Jiangcheng, all the strange, mysterious, and bizarre things within a hundred miles have vanished. The aura of the Soul Leaf has disappeared into thin air, but Lin Chen has also broken free from his ghostly state and regained his human consciousness.

He had just come to his senses, drenched in the cold rain, and was still trying to figure out how he had gone from the snow-capped mountains back to his urban neighborhood in the blink of an eye when he looked up and saw the young man in the red suit running in a disheveled state, while Fu Jue raised his long spear on the other side.

Almost instinctively, he stepped between the two, and in the last second before his consciousness sank into darkness, he said to the young man, "Brother Qi, run..."

Sitch turned and ran wildly into the depths of the neighborhood. A red jeep crashed through barricades and fences and came to a stop in front of him. Just as he was about to raise his gun, the window rolled down, revealing a white masked face. [Desperate Writer] Holder, Charlie Woodward.

"A fantastic performance, but this is now intermission." Charlie said in an exaggerated tone, controlling the car door to open automatically. "Mr. Zhou Ke, you'd better get in the car as soon as possible."

After a brief moment of hesitation, Lin Jue quickly closed in, raising his gun again and aiming it at Siqi's back. There was no way forward or backward; getting into Charlie's car clearly meant another possibility than being taken into custody by the Bureau of Paranormal Investigations.

Using the momentum of the ground, Siqi leaped onto the back seat, and just as the door closed, he heard the "bang" of tranquilizer darts hitting the door. He looked through the rearview mirror at the eye opening of the mask and asked, "Where are you taking me?"

"Hong Kong," Charlie said excitedly, "Next, we'll have a thrilling chase scene, breaking through the encirclement of supporting characters and cannon fodder to reach the port and board a ship to Hong Kong."

“Yes, there’s a dramatic little fishing boat hiding there.” He spoke in a light tone, clearly excited about what was about to happen.

Sci now knew that Charlie was sent by the Balance Church. White Raven, who inherited the will of the ancestral god, had made arrangements in advance at the port near Jiangcheng, just waiting for Charlie to lead him out of Jiangcheng, so that he could take him to the headquarters of the Balance Church across the river.

As for what she will do next, Siqi has no idea, but he thinks that he will have many opportunities to kill him in the coming period of time, which is better than being imprisoned in a dark and sunless containment room.

The jeep floored the accelerator and rammed into Lin Jue, who had anticipated this move as the heavy vehicle turned around. He nimbly dodged backward, using his body weight to smash through the window and disappear into the dark, unlit room on the first floor.

The road ahead was flat and smooth. The car speed soared to 120 miles per hour. The water on the ground was swirled up by the rotation of the wheels, rising into the sky and then pouring down a small-scale downpour.

Charlie, without being taught, turned on the car stereo and played a rousing rock song:
"Don't need reason don't need rhyme,

"Ain't nothing I'd rather do,

"Go in down party time,"

“My friends are gonna be there too,

"I'm on the highway to hell..."

Charlie hummed a tune as he recklessly swerved, his steering wheel movements nothing short of ferocious. The crimson car, like a runaway beast, ravaged the chaotic streets, its black windshield wipers whirring wildly, layers upon layers of water droplets covering the windshield, making it resemble a combat submarine cutting through the ocean waves. Exhausted, Cheshire leaned against the back seat, swaying violently. Rainwater soaked his clothes, and blood gushing from his wounds splashed incessantly, staining the white seat a dirty, pale red.

His head slammed repeatedly against the car window, his body nearly shattered, veins throbbing on his forehead. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore and asked, "Do you even know how to drive?"

“Of course, it’s such a simple thing!” Charlie shook his head happily. “Just two hours ago, White Raven explained the positions of the accelerator and brake to me.”

Siqi: "..."

Not far away, investigators who had learned of Siqi's movements via walkie-talkie filed in, their dark gun barrels pointed at the vehicle, but none of them pulled the trigger.

Military trucks and armored vehicles gathered at the end of the road, but no one dared to approach rashly. Forcibly stopping a speeding vehicle would most likely cause an accident, and no one could guarantee that the suicidal Siqi would survive.

Charlie drove his jeep into the gap between military trucks, sparks flying as the metal doors scraped against each other. The phoenix's tail feathers trailed behind the vehicle before vanishing in the rain.

The sirens blared at a constant distance, and the investigators' vehicles sped after the jeep, like hyenas vying for carrion in a lion's mouth, hesitant yet unwilling to give up.

The roadblocks at the entrance to the overpass had been removed, presumably Lin Jue had intentionally allowed passage. The sound of the car cutting through the rain was like the sound of the tide, the silvery water stung the eyes, and suddenly a huge black shadow appeared ahead of the road.

A black Lamborghini was traveling against traffic at high speed. When it was about a meter away from the Jeep, it slightly veered its front and crashed into the Jeep's body from the side.

"Damn it!" Charlie cursed before falling silent the next second.

In the Land of Fallen Gods, apart from the gods, all beings are no different from mortals, and the number of people who die in car accidents every year is as high as 300,000, and Charlie will just be one of them.

A deafening roar was followed by a violent explosion. The heat from the high-speed friction quickly ignited the engine and fuel tank, and flames engulfed the two colliding vehicles in the blink of an eye.

Siqi looked up and saw a young man in a black hoodie push open the door of a Lamborghini and walk out of the flames, his golden eyes reflecting the raging fire.

It is Li, or more precisely, Li who dwells in the body of Changxu.

The leaping flames climbed up his clothes, and a large sea of ​​fire spread across his black robes. He was covered in flames, but seemed completely oblivious to the burning pain. He walked straight to the back seat of the jeep and forcefully pulled open the deformed door.

Scissor's ribs and internal organs were dislocated by the impact, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs spilled from his mouth and nose.

The excruciating pain spread through his nerves in a short time, triggering the paralysis mechanism. He slumped back in his chair, unable to even move his fingers. He simply looked up at Li and laughed, "Judging from your current state, you don't look like you've lost your divine power."

Li replied earnestly, "This body is of excellent quality, enough to do these things without divine power."

Si Qi understood and asked with a light laugh, "So what are you planning to do now? You don't seem like you're going to lend a hand."

“Two weeks ago, you told me to prepare to kill you today.” Li said, raising her hand to grab his neck and tightening her grip with her fingers.

Siqi's vision went black from suffocation, but he couldn't suppress the urge to laugh wildly.

At this point, he finally understood Qi Si's entire scheme. Clearly, the latter hadn't shared his memories of communicating with Li; with such an imbalance of information, it was never a fair game.

Gods are hard to kill, but beings of the same god-like level have ways to kill them. So Li was arranged to appear at this time to end his life, which had completed its mission and was no longer of any value.

His throat was gripped tightly, preventing him from laughing. He could only make "hoarse" sounds as seamless darkness filled his entire field of vision.

The rain, which had been gradually subsiding, was covered by a new downpour, and the eerie, mysterious, and bizarre silence spread from Jiangcheng to the surrounding cities.

Li withdrew his hand, his entire body engulfed in flames. He seemed oblivious to the pain, turned and rushed toward the overpass railing, vaulted over it, and transformed into a streak of golden-red light, plunging into the surging river.

The Bureau of Paranormal Investigation's vehicle stopped twenty meters away, staring blankly at the sudden ambush. There was no warning, no announcement; it was so sudden that it was impossible to stop it the moment it happened.

Sci was dead. That dangerous figure who had caused considerable chaos in the world had died so casually, right before their eyes. The face of his killer was familiar, making everything seem like a dreamlike absurdity.

The investigators didn't remember to drive over until the flames were extinguished in the downpour. The back door of a police van opened, and Lin Jue got out and strode towards the jeep, which had been burned to a steel skeleton.

Charlie and Schipper's mangled bodies were embedded one after the other in the wrecked car. Two exquisitely carved cards solidified on their corpses, their surfaces wrapped with golden chains symbolizing their expiration.

One of the cards is predominantly black, depicting a figure in a black robe standing atop a pile of skulls, holding a black notebook with blood flowing from its spine and pooling at its feet.

The other card is blood-red. A bishop dressed in red lowers his blood-red eyes, holding up a huge black cross with both hands, standing on the altar, facing the dark mass of people below.

[Desperate Writer], [Crimson Priest], and [Closed-Eye Dictator] belong to the same path.

Lin Jue raised his hand and held the two identity cards in his hand. Sensing something, he looked towards the harbor.

Regardless of whether Chu Yining's speculation would come true, he needed to solve a more pressing problem: before Qi Si appeared, the ancestral god possessing the white raven had already set foot on this land.

Li Yunyang limped off the car, half-hopping and half-walking to stand behind Lin Jue. She stared at the corpse for a long time, then murmured, "Senior, will Qi Si return to this world? What will he do after he returns?"

Lin Jue turned to look at her, a rare heavy emotion brewing in his silver-gray eyes, magnified by the raindrops clinging to his glasses.

He remained silent for a long time, then finally shook his head very slightly: "I don't know." (End of Chapter)