This scumbag is cheating

Chapter 270 Give me a recommendation ticket!
Feng Peiting stood up, wanting to leave this disgusting place quickly.

Lu Xiaochuan put his arm on her shoulders, pushed her back to the seat, and asked the curly-haired aunt next to her, "What will happen if you are on the blacklist for tweeting?"

The curly-haired aunt stared at the center of the venue, turned her head to Lu Xiaochuan, and said quietly: "I don't know what will happen if you get on the blacklist... But, I know what will happen to the last person in the carnival night... "

The curly-haired aunt paused for a second, pretending to be mysterious: "Do you know the latest serial murder case? It's the one whose body was crushed into a pulp."

Lu Xiaochuan nodded.

The curly-haired aunt raised her arms, swayed, swayed, with a devilish body, and smiled devilishly: "They were all recommended to be pushed to death!"

"Recommended death?" Feng Peiting sat on the seat blankly, her face pale.

When Lu Xiaochuan heard this, his heart trembled.

So, the real culprit of those murders was the boss behind the push?

The curly-haired aunt told the truth directly, but it caught him off guard.

Now that the murder case is here, is it the truth?
Will be able to clear the copy soon?

No, this is a hell-level single-player dungeon, how could it be so simple.

Lu Xiaochuan kept thinking in his mind, and he sorted out everything he encountered after entering the dungeon.

While he was thinking, the works continued to be displayed on the stage.

This time, it was a man who looked a little thin. Perhaps because of the long-term code writing at home, the man's complexion was very fair, giving people a sick feeling.

When Lu Xiaochuan saw the man, he immediately felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.

The hoarse voice of the host rang out hysterically: "The second writer promoted to the home page recommendation is Rise of a Sword, and his work is "I Have Nine Devil Personalities"!"

Yijian, who had been lowering his head all the time, rose up, suddenly raised his head, and shouted sharply: "Viewers who like my works, please bookmark them for me! Recommended!"

Whoa!

There were deafening cheers again on the court.

In such an environment, Yijian Rise's eerie work evoked long-suppressed emotions in everyone's hearts.

"Recommended! Recommended!" Many people stood up, waved their arms, and shouted sharply.

In Lu Xiaochuan's mind, only two words came to mind - sickness.

The four silver screens began to display colorful pictures.

All I saw was a bruised, disheveled woman with disheveled hair who was dragged into a small space by iron chains...

Under the silver screen was the content of the novel, and an emotionless male voice slowly read it out.

"My name is Wu Que. On the night I was born, a Taoist priest passed by in the village. He said that I was born with nine souls, and they were all the souls of sinful ghosts. In order to suppress fate, he named me. Lack, meaning nothing is missing, nothing is missing..."

Lu Xiaochuan frowned slightly.

When he sees a woman, he can be sure.

This is the male writer and the woman he imprisoned in the opening CG.

On the stage, Yijian rises triumphantly.

For what happened to his wife, Yijian Rising has no guilt at all, because he feels that he has hit the topic of the essay.

In fact, this is the third time Yijian Rising has participated in the promotion of gods.

His previous ranking was neither good nor bad.

Yijian Rising slowly figured out the theme mode of the essay.

Captivity, abuse, violence, whatever you say, has something to do with the game.

Yijian Rising thought that if the topic of the essay this time had nothing to do with captivity, he would still continue his atrocities.

Because, he stubbornly believes that one day, there will be a call for essays on captivity.

And his avant-garde film-like realism to his wife will come in handy.

In fact, there is another rule in the God Pushing event that only the participating gods know.

That is the text written in the work, which must actually happen.

There is a saying that "fiction comes from reality", on the stage of promoting gods, it is a ridiculous adage.

The alternative work of Yijian Rise was displayed on the screen, and the audience was completely silent, except for an occasional low cry.

When his works were displayed, the whole venue seemed to be shrouded in the shadow of the devil, and the silence was terrifying.

After a brief silence, Yijian Rise raised his phone with one hand, waved his fist with the other, and shouted to the audience: "Give me a recommendation ticket!"

There was a burst of roaring in the venue.

Yijian Rise looked at the homepage of his work, the number of favorites and recommended votes were constantly rising.

After the exhibition of Yijian Rise's works was finished, Feng Peiting couldn't sit still.

Kill, abuse.

The loss of morality and the distortion of human nature.

The contents of these two novels made Feng Peiting feel chills all over.

And the crazed recommendation shouts from the audience around her made her feel extremely terrified.

Feng Peiting did not give a favorite or a recommendation ticket.

Now, she just wants to escape from here!

The logo of the God-pushing activity is the same as the paper left at each murder scene. All of this is definitely not a coincidence.

Feng Peiting has lost her mind!

She stood up.

Lu Xiaochuan hurriedly persuaded: "Wait..."

However, his voice was quickly drowned in a louder than a loud cry.

"Hey, brother, forget it, let her go. She can't get out..." The curly-haired aunt grabbed Lu Xiaochuan, and glanced at Feng Peiting's leaving back with contempt.

"You let go." Lu Xiaochuan frowned, shook off the curly-haired aunt vigorously, and looked at the crowd, but Feng Peiting had disappeared.

The curly-haired aunt sat down indignantly, "As you like, it's better to die! Really!"

From the meeting place to the outside, there is a long corridor, which is completely different from the brightly lit one that came in before.

At the moment, only a few lights are still on here and there.

Feng Peiting groped, took a few steps forward, and checked her phone from time to time to see if there was a signal.

After walking for a while, the light finally appeared in front of him through the crack of the door.

Feng Peiting quickly picked up the phone, looked at it, the signal was two bars.

She felt that the journey of these few minutes was as long as the journey to school when she was a child.

With trembling hands, he unlocked the screen, just about to call the criminal police station...

Suddenly, a hand stretched out from behind and rested on her shoulder.

Well……

In the darkness, there was the sound of Feng Peiting's sobs. With a "bang", the mobile phone fell to the ground, reflecting the figure of a man in a black suit.

……

On the stage, several spotlights focused on Yijian Rising.

Amidst waves of cheers and dazzling lights, Lu Xiaochuan heard a series of dull explosions.

The entire underground venue shook slightly, and dust fell from the roof.

First one lamp went out, and then several others went out, only the dotted wall lamps were still on.

(End of this chapter)