Abnormal creatures' communication group

At this time, the chat in the chat group is still going on.

[Judge] A skeleton with only one bone: I won't go to the party. It sounds troublesome. I have to deal with troublesome social interactions and troublesome people. I might even have to walk around the whole time. There won't even be a quiet place to rest. That would be terrible.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Master Architect: Take me with you! After all, I've almost settled down here, so I'll talk to you guys when I have time.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : Parties and gatherings? That's great! Take me along! If Paimon's here, she'll be happy, right? So, Ghost, how do you lead people? Is it a system skill given to you in the chat group like mine?

[God of the Void] Ghost: Almost

It thought about it for a while and felt that it was almost the same. Green was born because the system provided a breeding ground for him. Even if part of it was due to his own factors, it was almost the same. It was all done by the system. It was not because he was too weak, but because his ability was not in this direction.

[Traveler] Have you seen my sister? : I'm so envious! But I think I remember there was an explanation that when I maxed out a character's favorability, their memories would return to their original state. I'm not sure why this favorability setting exists, but I think this way I can bring them along to play.

So why is there no Paimon in the pool?

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: ...Why are you guys so idle? Why am I so busy!!!! I'm about to burst! I'd rather crawl around in the sewers than face those piles of paperwork again!

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: That's pitiful! Come on, there's a party or something, take me with you, how could I miss the party? Wait a minute, Doctor, you have to tell me first, don't repay kindness with enmity!

Tony Stark, who had just been gloating and watching the fun with a smirk on his face, suddenly realized that he seemed to have just completed a not-so-glorious prank, and if he went over now, he might really be squeezed into a tin can by the other party.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: What kind of image do I have in your eyes? Do you think I am this kind of person?

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: I know you are not that kind of person, but I am.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Okay, Stark, those who know the truth respect you very much and can't wait to worship you.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich people: You're welcome. This is what I can do and what I should do. So is the statue gold-plated? Of course, it would be better if it was pure gold.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: ...Are you coming or not?

【Iron Man】Ordinary rich people: Come, of course.

[Chess Player] The unknown man nailed in the coffin: Okay, then do me a favor.

[Iron Man] Ordinary rich man: ...I fucking knew it.

[Chess Player] The Nameless Person Nailed in the Coffin: It's not a big deal. Just help me find a lie detector. If it can detect the other person's psychology, that would be even better. You know, I don't want an ordinary one.

[Iron Man] Ordinary Rich Man: The Lie Machine is simple, but the latter is a little more difficult.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I can.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: For example, you have special instruments or special spells to meet my requirements, right?

[God of the Void] Ghost: I have the Dream Nail, which can peek into his inner thoughts.

[World Manipulator] Fanatical Architect: Hey, why haven't I heard you mention this before? I think it's very interesting as soon as I hear about it.

[God of the Void] Ghost: Because of respect.

[Void God] Ghost: The Moth Tribe told me how to pry into other people's minds? The chat group told me to respect other people's privacy, so I haven't used the Dream Nail in a long time. I think casually prying into other people's minds will cause them distress.

[Chess Player] The unknown person who is nailed in the coffin: ...I think I understand why the chat group values ​​you so much. Although the chat group has not shown any obvious inclination, it is indeed so. So, Stark, please bring the lie meter. I think it is enough. It is enough.

[God of the Void] Ghost: I can help.

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: Well, it may sound strange to say this, but if I really ask you for help, I will feel a strange sense of guilt.

There was something he didn't say because he was afraid that the other person would feel guilty.

[Weapon Master] A Great Cell: Just like not wanting to see a pure soul being defiled?

[Void God] Ghost: I just want to help.

When he saw this sentence, the doctor was stunned for a long time, then laughed in the car. Looking at the ghosts playing cards and chatting next to him, he laughed particularly happily.

How can you impose your own perspective on another person? Ghosts are never fragile creatures.

291 Bone-Breaking Panic

The journey back was smooth, without any bumps. This might be because what Tony Stark created was exquisite enough.

Broken Bones was thrown aside and left alone, just sitting there in silence. Apart from the name being called to him at the beginning, all the operators, including the doctor, did not make any other unnecessary moves towards him.

As time stretched on, he inexplicably felt some torment. His originally calm mentality, which was even prepared to wait for death, was gradually eroded by this anxious and long wait.

Because no one doesn't want to live, not even Bonebreaker, no, not even Alex.

On one hand, there was the desire to live, on the other hand, there was the conscience that did not want to betray, and the fear of the unknown direction of things to come. These emotions were tightly entangled in his mind, almost strangling him to the point of suffocation.

The car is about to reach the end of the journey, which is the location of Rhodes Island.

He seemed to have seen countless wronged souls wailing and forming a chain that finally turned into a rope, which was strangled around his neck, tightening slowly and harshly, and he did not struggle, nor could he struggle.

This fantasy, which could be described as terrifying, made him immediately realize that he was about to die.

Even though Rhodes Island has always had a good reputation, he is a member of the Reunion Movement after all. He knows what he has done and he also understands how irreconcilable the hatred between them is, at least it is one-sided for him.

Because he has become a bloody executioner, he will naturally and subconsciously place the fact of execution on his neck and imagine the guillotine falling.

Or even more severe and harsh punishments.

but.

The doctor picked him up like a chicken, and it was not as uncomfortable as he had imagined. The doctor's palms were very broad, so there was not much bumpiness when he was carrying him, and he was very careful about his posture when pulling his clothes. At that time, he wanted to mock him and ask why he was so hypocritically kind to him. If he was really so kind, then why did he oppose the Integration Movement? They were all infected, so shouldn't they work together?

Even between different races there will be some minor frictions, not to mention that the infected and the non-infected are almost becoming two completely different species.

Are they so self-righteous that they can change the trend of others with that little bit of flattery... That's right, after all, most of the people in their integration movement are poor people who are about to die in labor, and they are no match for those guys who come from wealthy and powerful families.

Their so-called cries will not be heard by anyone, and the equality they shout for the so-called patients of mineralogy is mostly for those noble people, for those noble people who were originally high and mighty and just got sick accidentally. How could it be their turn?

He was brought to a room, or to be more precise, carried there. At first, he tried to struggle a little, but it was difficult for him to even move, let alone let the doctor shake him.

The table in the room was piled with a variety of food, especially honey cakes.

The doctor said sorry, saying that there was no other place for you, so you could only stay here temporarily, and then he left, locking the door.

After the doctor left, he decisively pulled out a file hidden under his shoe and tried to open the door in this crude way. Unfortunately, Rhodes Island's technology had made great progress after communicating with someone. Not to mention using this pitifully small file, even if all his weapons were there, he might not be able to blast open a door.

As for the wall... it seems that due to the incompatibility of the technological systems on both sides, the technological level of this wall is still much lower than that of the door. However, we are not sure that no one will find this problem. They will definitely stubbornly think that the door must be thinner than the wall. If they find out, there is nothing we can do about it. It is better than leaving the wall intact and not upgraded.

He diligently filed off some powder and was pleasantly surprised to find that what he had done was effective.

Then someone patted his leg.

"Don't come and make trouble." Broken Bone said subconsciously, then turned around suddenly with a look of surprise on his face.

The ghost was standing behind him.

He saw that it was the little guy who was playing poker in the car before. Perhaps the other party had been here from the beginning, but he just ignored it. He forced himself to comfort himself to calm the uneasiness in his heart.

Did he actually file the door with a file to escape? How could that be possible? Even if he was arrogant, he wouldn't have believed such a ridiculous and crude method would work. Nor would he have believed that the people of Rhodes Island were all fools. On the contrary, there were many intelligent people in Rhodes Island. Otherwise, their Reunion Movement wouldn't have ended up like this.

So he didn't think that no one was watching him. Unless everyone in Rhodes Island was blind, his escape would be completely futile, meaningless, and even just a waste of time.

He began to want to find something to do, or to find some meaning for himself. He didn't want to be idle, not at all. He was afraid that once he was idle, he would be completely taken over by panic, and then sit at the table in vain waiting for his own judgment.

What is more frightening than death itself is the process of waiting for death. He doesn't know if he can endure the chronic torment.

So he was frightened by the ghost, because he was very sure that he had looked around before and did not see the figure of this person at all. No matter what the other party's sudden appearance meant, it was an unknown panic to him.

[sorry]

Then he was surprised to see that the little guy held up a sign, then sat down obediently at the table, rummaging through the snacks on the table, completely ignoring him.

Perhaps he could capture the person who threatened Rhodes Island and let him go. The moment this thought came to his mind, his hair stood on end. The great panic and the feeling of being completely swallowed by darkness made him collapse to the ground in an instant. This feeling took a long time to subside.

He looked at the ghost, the file in his hand, and the snacks on the table. He was silent for a moment, and his stomach made a sound of hunger.

He didn't know what had just happened, but the panic in that moment made him realize that the thought he had just raised was absolutely fatal.

So he quietly huddled in a corner of the room, closed his eyes, and waited for death in despair. Then the next second, he heard the sound of something being thrown. He rolled over and tried to dodge, but it was a second too late. The soft thing hit him hard. Broken Bone opened his eyes and saw that it was a bag of snacks. He looked at the bag of snacks, then looked at the other person, and fell into an even longer silence.

292 The constant emotional collapse

When the doctor pushed open the door, he saw two animals, one big and one small, sitting there calmly eating snacks.

Before he arrived, the place was very quiet. Apart from the constant clicking sounds, there was no other sound, so the sound of him pushing the door open was particularly obvious.

The two, one big and one small, stopped what they were doing at the same time and looked up at the person who came.

The ghost took a look, then concentrated on holding the cake and slowly scooping out a spoonful at a time, feeling the rich cream melting in the void. For it, being away from those noisy and complicated things was enough to make it happy.

Finally, Broken Bones became alert and stared at the man intently, stopping the movements of his hands. At this moment, Broken Bones had taken off his mask, revealing a handsome face. The doctor always felt that he had seen this man somewhere before.

But he didn't ask, he just silently picked up the garbage bag left on the ground by the broken bones.

After all, the ghost threw the garbage bags into the void and slowly digested them.

Then, under the other person's gaze, he silently closed the door. This action seemed to stimulate Du Gu. He had been gradually calming down, but now he was scratching his messy hair in a somewhat manic state.

"What on earth are you going to do? And..." Broken Bone originally wanted to roar at the other party with great momentum, but the previous panic was still vivid in his mind, and the momentum that he had finally gathered up dissipated in an instant. He carefully considered and changed his tone.

"Why are you doing this?"

[Promised to a friend]

The ghost calmly put down the cake, raised the sign and stuck it on the table beside him. The black tentacles took the spoon, scooped up the cake and put it into the gap under the mask. The cake on the table disappeared evenly at just the right speed.

"You are friends with... that guy." Bonebreaker originally wanted to call him something, but later found out that he didn't even know the other person's name. He also didn't want to call him "Doctor" like the Rhodes Island operators did, after all, he was a member of the Reunion Movement.

The ghost nodded calmly. Broken Bones hesitated. He wanted to ask something, but he felt that if he accidentally asked something he shouldn't ask... He couldn't help shivering before he even thought about his miserable end.

The ghost saw that he looked hesitant and was about to raise the sign to ask what was wrong when he saw a message in the group. He lowered his head and clicked on it to take a look.

[Chess Player] The unknown person nailed in the coffin: Well done, you have worn down the opponent's fighting spirit.

[God of the Void] Ghost:?

[Chess Player] The nameless person nailed in the coffin: It's okay, it's okay. Just answer whatever the ghost asks. There's no need to keep it secret or anything.

The ghost on this side was confused by the message, and Broken Bones' thoughts on the other side were jumping back and forth between the psychological shadow and the fact that the other party seemed really friendly.

As he hesitated, he couldn't help laughing at himself.

They were all people who had seen so much blood, both from their compatriots and ordinary people. They had almost gotten used to hearing the curses of those who died at their hands, not to mention the countless wails. They were not afraid then, so why should they be afraid now?

He mustered up his courage and continued to ask in a serious tone, feeling that this would give him an extra layer of face.

He should have been just an ordinary teenager, but he was stained with too much blood. The thick blood wrapped him up and formed a thick shell, suffocating him inside. After a long time, even he could not recognize himself.

This continent eats people, and Broken Bones is just one of them.

Until now, he has lost the weapon he relied on, no longer has to sleep in the rain among the bloody crowd, no longer has to talk about hatred and madness with the Integration Movement, and no longer has to wonder whether someone he knows will die tomorrow.

So he shed the shell made of blood, revealing his original appearance, the original appearance of a young boy.

"Why are you arresting me? Do you want to know something from me? Don't waste your energy. I know nothing and I won't say anything."

The ghost just looked at the man calmly, pulled out a short golden weapon that emitted a soft glow. Broken Bones moved involuntarily. He thought he was going to die. His body trembled a little, and he subconsciously closed his eyes, looking back at the past, a cruel and boring revolving lantern.

But he didn't know what to think anymore. Otherwise, he could only wonder: would the knife hurt? Would he die ugly? Would he look like the people he'd killed, with a pained expression and hideous howls? Would he become someone he wouldn't even recognize?

He no longer recognizes himself.

But he was only poked lightly. Not to mention the pain, if he hadn't been overly nervous, he might not have noticed it. So he opened his eyes, only to see the other person staring at him with those innocent big eyes, holding that short dagger-like thing in his hand, poking him lightly.

{So cute. Ah, no, what was I thinking? This is terrible. It's become like this. My sister, my sister, where are you? Are you okay? I came here to pick you up, but I got myself into this mess. But as long as you're alive and well, that's enough. The Reunion isn't as good as I thought, and Rhodes Island isn't as bad as I thought. What a shame, why did we only meet now? We've become enemies. There's no chance of salvation.}

The deepest thoughts in his heart, some of which he himself was not aware of, were slowly revealed to the ghost. After so many shocks, he was too tired to speak. The expression on his face became haggard at a speed visible to the naked eye. It took him a long time to ask.

"What on earth do you want to do? Let me die peacefully, so I can understand something, or at least know the outcome. Let me understand whether I... am worthy of living."

Although he himself felt that he had no qualifications, after all, no matter how nice the name or how just the reason was, those innocent people who died were waiting for him on the road where he died, covered in blood.

[I have no idea]

"You don't know? Stop teasing me!"

Anger and frustration burst out at the same time, and the already tense nerves seemed to completely collapse. I didn't even know what I was doing.

[I don't know. I'm just watching you for my friend. The right to dispose of it lies with my friend, not me. I can ask him for you.]

These words were like cold water poured on Broken Bone's face. He fell to the ground, not knowing what to look at or what to think.

He felt like a joke, but he couldn't explain why. The other party brought him here and didn't do anything about him. They even treated him as an insignificant little person and sent him away with someone who was not involved in the matter.

He couldn't understand why he felt so bad, so he raised his hand and wiped away the tears that welled up in his eyes.