Gamers Are Fierce

　　 The man buried in the wall, the upper body is an old, dusty shirt, the lower body is a pair of black trousers, and the bridge of his nose wears a pair of glasses.

　　 Due to the lack of air and moisture in the wall, his face did not completely rot, but was a little shrunken and full of wrinkles like dried fruit.

　　 "A lot of cement and skin are stuck together, and judging from the style of clothes worn by the corpse and the state of the corpse, it seems that it was buried in the wall during the construction of this club building several decades ago."

　　 Li Ang calmly analyzed, using a steel rod to knock off the gravel around the dead body.

　　 "Recently, it seems that the club activity building has been in disrepair for a long time, the roof leaked, and the rain penetrated into the walls, which caused the corpse to decay again, and green thick water was poured out on the walls."

　　 As the upper body was completely excavated from the cement, the half-dry body began to tremble slightly.

　　 Li Ang took a half step back without rush, and took out the Soviet standard Molotov cocktail from his backpack with great skill.

　　 holds a Molotov cocktail in his left hand, and a steel rod in his right hand, against the head of the mummy,

　　 As long as the opponent shows a little aggressiveness, he will destroy the mummy on the spot without hesitation.

　　 "..."

　　 The mummy whose lower body was still buried in the cement, the amplitude of shaking became larger and larger, and it was constantly shaking like chaff.

　　 For a long time, he opened his muddy eyes suddenly, and took a deep breath "hiss-". It's like sucking the world's air into the lungs.

　　 Li Ang looked at the mummy indifferently, and attacked rashly when the opponent's strength was unknown, which was not a good option.

　　 Attack is inconvenient to attack, but inquiry is still possible.

　　 Li Ang used a steel rod to pestle the neck of the corpse, and asked calmly: "Name, age, cause of death."

　　 The other party lowered his head and stared at the steel rod on his neck blankly, his eyes filled with confusion.

　　 Li Ang raised his voice and repeated it again.

　　 The mummified corpse finally reacted. He raised his head dullly, shook his head, shaking off the dust, "Who are you? Why am I here?"

　　 Li Ang frowned, watching the corpse lower his head, and found with horror that he was laid in concrete, his limbs withered like firewood.

　　 "Calm down, you need to be calm."

　　 Li Ang casually wrote [Scattering of Scattered Objects], slapped the Resurrection Corpse, and slapped the other party a little dazedly, "Tell me my name, age, and cause of death."

　　 "Cause of death? Me, I'm already dead?"

　　 The stunned zombie froze for several seconds, and finally stammered in Li Ang's friendly eyes and began to introduce his own life experience.

　　His name is Haruto Mizuhara, and he is a teacher at Ibaraki Middle School.

　　 Twenty years ago, he discovered that there was insider information about the funding problem in the entire school. A certain leader of Ibaraki Middle School and his relatives as a construction contractor embezzled a lot of money.

　　 After a fierce psychological struggle, Suwon Haruto finally chose to report the incident.

　　 However, the anonymous letter he sent to the newspaper fell to the ground, and he used the public telephone booth to call Ibaraki's local official report call and there was no follow-up.

　　Instead, he was found by various interest groups with a huge network of whistleblowers, and tied him to the Ibaraki Middle School, which was still under renovation, and was beaten into a coma.

　　 Mizuhara Haruto thought that those people would at best teach him a lesson, but when he woke up again, it turned out to be in the reinforced concrete wall.

　　 "I'm dead...for so many years..."

　　 Mizuhara Haruto looked at the modern buildings around, covered his head, collapsed and said, "Dad, mom, Yumi, Rina..."

　　 Obviously, twenty years of blank space is just a blink of an eye for this man,

　　 But for those who live in the real world, these two decades have been real suffering.

　　God knows how many tears they shed for the "missing person" Suwon Haruto, how many miles they traveled, and how much they suffered.

　　 Li Ang glanced at the painful and regretful expression on his face and raised the steel rod, "Hold it, I'm in a hurry."

　　"..."

　　 Suwon Haruto looked at Li Ang, who was fully armed, and the expression on his shriveled face changed several times. In the end, he lowered his head and muttered to himself as if he had accepted his fate.

　　 "Yes, monsters like me, what face is there to meet them? It's better to become a Buddha as soon as possible."

　　In the Ridao culture, becoming a Buddha does not mean "becoming a Buddha and becoming an ancestor", but it means that after death, people let go of all the disturbances during their lives and die in bliss.

　　 "Who said I would send you to Buddhahood?"

　　 Lee Ang was a little strange. While waving his steel rod, he completely figured out Suwon Haruto, and said quickly: "You actually want to take revenge, right?

　　 Revenge against the villains who killed you and kept your family in pain. "

　　 "..."

　　 Mizuhara Haru froze for a moment, then nodded hesitantly.

"Very good." Li Ang tapped the opponent's shoulder with a steel rod, feeling like he was hitting a piece of steel. "Your body can now resist small-caliber bullets, so you lurked and launched revenge on a few ordinary people. It's as easy as a piece of cake,

　　 After the enmity is wiped out, whether you want to stop yourself or hide in secret to protect your family, it has nothing to do with me. "

　　 Mizuhara Haruto was speechless, and he stammered and asked: "But I look like this..."

　　"Modern cosmetic surgery is very developed. Inject a little preservative hyaluronic acid into your muscles and apply a layer of paint to your skin. You are the most beautiful boy in the village.

Except that they can’t laugh like those Internet celebrities who have undergone plastic surgery, there is nothing inconvenient~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Li Ang waved his hand and signaled Suwon Qingdou to leave. There is revenge.

　　 Hurry up, I have limited time. "

　　 I don’t know what to say, Suwon Haruto hesitated for a moment, or turned and left.

　　 While standing in place, Li Ang put away the Molotov cocktail and steel rod, took out an assault rifle carrying a grenade launcher, and turned his muzzle towards the back of the mummy.

　　 [Task objective: solve seven supernatural events, currently completed 6/7]

　　 Even though the task prompt sounded, Li Ang still did not lower his muzzle. Instead, he took out the walkie-talkie to contact the epidemic doctor and matched the code, "Did you solve it?"

"not yet."

　　 The epidemic doctor replied with some difficulty: "I have already figured out a way to climb the wall of the building, and now I am with the black wooden horse.

　　 There are many statues here, and you must look directly at them to prevent their number from increasing. "

　　He paused, and said with a wry smile: "It seems that someone must be trapped here to complete the task."

　　 Li Ang was silent for a moment. The reason why he wanted to contact the epidemic doctor was to inquire about the situation there.

　　 The second is to confirm that the task prompt sound just now was completed by yourself instead of the black Trojan horse.

　　 to prevent Suwon Haruto from lying to him.

　　 After confirmation, now only the last supernatural incident in the black Trojan remains unresolved,

　　 Li Ang just wanted to say that he would be there soon, when he found that the surrounding scene suddenly darkened, and the world seemed to be cast with a thick shadow.

　　 The original whistling and wild hunting wind suddenly calmed down.

　　 Ibaraki Middle School, there is only absolute silence, so quiet that you can hear your heartbeat.

　　 The sun has set.