Gamers Are Fierce

　　 When did he approach...

　　 The black wooden horse felt his body froze for an instant, and a cold current flowed along his back and surged into his mind from bottom to top.

　　Before becoming a player, the black Trojan horse was an experienced 996 elite programmer.

　　 A major feature of the programmer is overtime.

　　Work overtime, overtime, overtime, to shine for the company, burn yourself, and illuminate the boss's money.

　　 The physical fitness of the black Trojan is not very good. After becoming a player, he did not add points to his physical fitness and strength.

　　 Instead, he prioritized his perception attributes to 9 o'clock.

　　 With the [Code Inspector] glasses, the black Trojans can be known in advance of the wind and grass within 100 meters.

　　 This is the first time that he has been stuck behind his back by "something" and still knows nothing.

　　 "You, like blue, or red."

　　 As if there was no response, the cross-dressed man behind him asked again impatiently.

　　 dripping blood and yellow pus, dripping from the cracks in the lips.

　　 The black Trojan turned around stiffly, holding a Casio calculator tightly in his hand, and pointed it at the cross-dressed man with the head of the calculator.

　　 He thought about attacking immediately, but the frenzied and violent aura on the opponent made him hesitate to do anything.

　　 "No answer, are you?"

　　 The cross-dressed man tilted his head and quietly opened his mouth. A tongue, about half a meter long and shaped like a belt, rolled from his mouth, with viscous saliva, resting on the red cloak in front of him.

　　 The sense of crisis has risen sharply, and the black wooden horse only feels like falling into an ice cave, and all its limbs and skeletons seem to be frozen, unable to move at all.

　　 Outside the teaching building, the epidemic doctor and Li Ang looked at each other while listening to the movement coming from the intercom.

　　Even if they could not see the movement in the teaching building, they could understand that the black Trojan horse was probably experiencing a supernatural event, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

　　 Li Ang pursed his lips. He has collected urban legends from all over the world before, and one of them is quite similar to the situation encountered right now.

　　 There is an urban strange story circulating in Nishima, saying that some students will meet a strange man in a red cloak and a strange mask after school.

　　 When he sees students, he will ask: "Do you like red? Or blue? Or white?"

　　 When a student answers that he likes red, he will die in a pool of blood;

　　 When he replied that he liked white, the blood in his body would be drained;

　　 When he said that he liked blue, he would be thrown into the water and drowned;

　　 In this urban legend, he is called "A". He is a living person rather than a monster. He has been murdering children on the way home from school for many years, but he has never been caught.

　　 If you think about it carefully, you will find that this urban legend has no logic at all.

　　 After collecting relevant information from the Internet, we can learn that Mr. "A", at best, is the endless story that some idle netizens posted on the Internet in order to win people’s attention.

After 　　 has been spread several times, it finally evolved into this strange story,

There is no essential difference between 　　 and the urban legend of the rift girl who likes to ask "Am I beautiful?"

　　 But in the killing game, urban legends can be transformed into real horror events,

　　 But at the same time, it is impossible to put the set in the strange urban talk into practical applications.

　　 Li Ang turned his mind sharply and gently opened the steel frame of the walkie-talkie, clamped it on the collar of the S.W.A.T. employee's uniform, and ran towards the wall of the teaching building.

　　 He moved his fingers, his ten fingers were like eagle claws, firmly clasping the cracks in the brick walls outside the building, while climbing upwards.

　　 said to the walkie-talkie: "Blue is the color of melancholy."

　　?

　　 On the other end of the walkie-talkie, the body froze the immobile black Trojan horse, and the heart beat violently.

　　 Just now, he seems to have lost the opportunity to find a "life" by talking.

　　 But the presence of the walkie-talkie allows Li Ang to respond in the form of a "double reed".

　　 "Do you like blue?"

　　 The cross-dressing man grinned, because of the existence of the big tongue hanging down to his waist, his accent was vague, "Very good..."

　　 Before the cross-dressing man could take any action, Li Ang's voice came from the intercom.

　　"Red is the color of the sun and the color of hope. It symbolizes auspiciousness, joy, enthusiasm, and unrestrainedness. In many cultures around the world, red has the function of expelling evil.

　　 For example, the walls in ancient palaces and temples in the East are all red, and the paper-cuts are also red. A lot of red is used in Christmas in the West. "

　　 The cross-dressed man waited for Li Ang to finish, dragging his big tongue, looking at the black Trojan horse with a little unkind eyes.

　　 "Then you like red."

　　 The black Trojan subconsciously felt that no matter which color he (or Li Ang on the walkie-talkie) chooses, the final outcome will not be much better.

　　 While struggling with all his strength, he tried to use his fingers to press the reset button of the Casio calculator in his hand.

　　 While praying that the Li Risheng teammate, who seems to have some abnormal brain circuits, can be more reliable.

　　 Li Ang did not answer directly, but slowly said: "Blue symbolizes melancholy, but it's not just melancholy.

　　 It's like there is no paper in a quiet public toilet, and the phone battery has been cleared.

　　 You are sitting on the toilet and looking at the blue toilet partition. You feel a little melancholy, but in the melancholy, there is a trace of isolated tranquility.

　　 You, enlightened. "

　　? ? ?

　　God is enlightened! What's this all about?

The black Trojan horse is full of black lines, and the cross-dressed man in front of him seems to have not figured out the situation. After thinking for a while, he viciously asked: "...you like blue, very good, I want... .."

　　 Before he could finish speaking, Li Ang in the walkie-talkie interrupted him roughly.

　　 "Sunrise, the river is more prosperous than fire, and the river is as green as blue in spring. The red-blue dispute is really so important? You must know that since ancient times, red and blue are coming out~www.wuxiaspot.com~ either lily or base..."

　　 As soon as Li Ang opened the chattering box, it was called a chatter. The cross-dressing man was stunned for several seconds before he realized that the other party was fooling himself.

　　 "If you don't choose, let me choose the color for you..."

　　 The man tilted his head back, his mouth opened to the limit like a snake,

　　 At the same time, he grabbed his long tongue on his chest and tugged.

　　呲——

　　 Blood spattered, but the cross-dressed man seemed to feel no pain at all, pulling out the entire tongue abruptly.

　　 He held his **** tongue and walked forward slowly like a cowboy waving a noose.

　　 The three souls and six souls of the black Trojan horse almost flew away in fright. He struggled desperately, and his index finger approached the zero button of the calculator.

　　 However, the other party's speed was much faster than him. Before he pressed the button, the tongue full of viscous fishy saliva was tied to his neck.

　　 One tie, one pull, one pull.

　　 The black Trojan only felt a sharp pain in his throat, and a strong sense of suffocation pressed his brain, and the skin on his face turned red like a cooked shrimp.

Who can help me....

　　 "Hi~"

　　 Li Ang’s voice came from outside the corridor guardrail,

　　 In the clear sight of the remnants of the black wooden horse, Li Ang was seen climbing the wall like a gecko, showing a head from the railing.

　　 The system only stipulates that only one player can enter a building, but there is no stipulation that players cannot climb up the walls.

　　 "Handsome guy, your red high-heeled shoes, well brewed."

　　 Li Ang hung outside the guardrail and looked at the cross-dressed man with a wicked smile: "Unfortunately, you can't beat me in terms of beauty."