Chapter 3 Testing

The remnants of the sun were like blood, and the dim clouds were continuous, leaving only a little afterglow to slant on the crowd on the street.

The crowd on the streets was overwhelming, hundreds or thousands, including peasants in short jackets, adventurers in dark leather armor, and even hunters who had lived in the mountains for a long time, holding bows and arrows, and waiting.

The afterglow seemed to be hidden, pulling out slender shadows for the crowd, and the shadows hung on the wall, densely packed, as if wriggling, as if crying.

At this moment, the once lively street has lost its laughter, and there is no more peaceful and pleasant country songs, all that remains is the faint sound of low breathing in the crowd.

Although there were many people on the street, there were so many people that they were shoulder to shoulder, but there was silence all around, and the air seemed to be slowly solidifying, and the silence was so depressing that it made people panic.

In the dim glow, the streets seemed to be filled with pale and melancholy faces, while others glared angrily and fiercely—the only thing that was the same was their equally indifferent eyes.

There is no trace of affection, like puppet-like eyes.

There is probably no better description than a puppet.

Like puppets that have lost their manipulators, they stand motionless, looking at the end of the street in silence.

At the end of the street is a tall platform, small enough for seven or eight people to stand on it, and is usually a place for passing bards and entertainers.

Carrying yellowed lyads or old timpani, these people spread new news that the townspeople had never heard of, and played lively and interesting music to cheer others on.

It's just that at this moment, standing on the high platform is a knight wearing heavy French plate gold armor.

The knight's straight body was wrapped in silver metal armor, and the thick steel made him as calm as a mountain, and the top was carved with fine decorations, the carvings were edged by flowing water and clouds, and the stars and the sun and moon were dominant.

The same is true of the single-edged sword that the knight holds in his hand.

The style of the sword is similar to that of the 16th-century German saber, but the gauntlet is noticeably more ornate, and the gold and silver cross on the handle indicates the status and status of the sword bearer.

He's Sioux City.

Even though you're in a medieval town and staring at hundreds of lifelike townspeople, Sioux City isn't nervous, let alone timid.

He knew in his heart that these townsfolk were just NPCs, and since they had nothing to do with the plot, they didn't even have decent artificial intelligence, in short, they were just set-like storage Zài.

In the past thirty-five minutes, Sioux City has completed five tests except for the 'Reality Simulation', and the 'Reality Simulation' test has reached the point where he can complete it by selecting the answers.

The only problem that bothers Sioux City now is how to complete the final step of the 'reality simulation'.

It's just that this step really tested him.

It is important to know that the test is a matter of two different things, but the time for the test is limited, and it is expected that the test will be over before Sioux City can find conclusive evidence.

Closing his eyes, Su Cheng recalled the beginning and end of the matter again in his heart.

Set in a small town in the Middle Ages, his role is a new papal knight who takes over the task from the Order.

After a series of plots and investigations, he finally came up with three suspicious characters, namely the eldest son of a nobleman who was grounded, a middle-aged priest who was loved by the townspeople, and a homeless man in the town.

All three have their own points of doubt. Among them, the eldest son of a nobleman who believes in superstition has the greatest chance, followed by a homeless man who has no alibi, and finally a middle-aged priest who basically has no flaws.

Of the three, however, only the middle-aged priest was the one Sioux City really suspected.

It's just that the middle-aged pastor is too calm, and he was the first to discover the scene of the crime, so he calmly gathered everyone and comforted others in an orderly manner.

His gaze is gentle, but it seems to be standing on a higher position looking down on others. He had no flaws in the matter, a strong alibi, no motive for the murder, no gain, as if the whole thing had nothing to do with him.

The only thing that is suspicious is that the deceased have violated the dogma, either openly or covertly. However, in Sioux City's view, this is not evidence at all.

Although the evidence is not sufficient, he was the most middle-aged pastor of the three people selected by Sioux City.

You must know that the people in the whole town have more or less gains and losses of interests, and everyone is entangled in the red line in terms of interests, but only the middle-aged pastor is blank.

On another level, a blank middle-aged pastor is no less than a torch in the night.

It's just that theoretically, no matter who is chosen at this time, Sioux City only has a one-third chance of choosing the real culprit.

While Sioux City was thinking, less than a minute had actually passed, and the townspeople under the high platform were still waiting silently.

Looking down to the left in distress, the hourglass clock was nearing its end, and Su Cheng felt his heart beat faster.

He frowned, and finally said aloud before the hourglass ended: "According to the investigation that I and the guards have been investigating for several days, we have eliminated two suspects, and finally locked up one person. ”

Looking around, Sioux City raised his hand to the expressionless middle-aged pastor in the crowd, and ordered the guards in front of the high platform: "Take down Pastor Mundy and bring him to the stage!" ”

Hearing Sioux City's declaration, the noble lord sitting at the bottom left of the high platform woke up from closing his eyes and resting his mind.

He lazily lifted his eyelids, the sharp eyes in his fat cheeks as thin as snakes. He propped his chin in one hand and stared indifferently at Sioux City, as if thoughtful.

Witnessing the changes in the aristocratic lord out of the corner of his eye, Su Cheng knew that he had made the right bet.

At the same time, the townsfolk who were crowded in the alley seemed to come to life, and after entering the plot, their expressions became vivid, shouting that Pastor Mundy was innocent, and constantly flocked to the high platform, pushing and colliding with the guards in front.

It's just that Sioux City didn't intend to pay attention to these civilians at all.

How about telling them more? The real decision-maker will not question him, nor will he need to explain - as long as the prisoner is not the son of the other party.

Su Cheng bowed slightly to the noble lord under the high platform, the noble lord nodded without a trace, and whispered a few words to the butler wearing a tuxedo beside him, and the butler disappeared from Su Cheng's sight after taking the order.

Not long after the butler left, a piercing bird whine sounded from the ground, and at the same time, dozens of guards hidden in the crowd suddenly appeared, subduing the shocker, and the scene that was close to getting out of control was instantly charged.

After a while, an angry Mundy was escorted out of the crowd.

Mundy, who was escorted out, did not ask for mercy, he lowered his head, his lips trembling, as if he was muttering something.

Su Cheng listened closely, at first he only thought he was praying, but after listening carefully, he realized that it was completely wrong, this was a prayer, and it was clearly provoking demons!

Not daring to let him finish, Sioux Cheng, who sensed that something was wrong, slammed his fist on Mundiyan's face, interrupting his strange prayer.

However, the air around me gradually became humid.

Mundy, who fell to the ground, was covered in black blood, and he only supported the ground with one hand, his hair was scattered, his eyes had long lost the whites of his eyes, and his eyes were as black as holes, and he roared in a hoarse voice like from the abyss of hell:

"O Almighty Lord, thou art the greatest man in the world, the true ruler of all things! The Lord of Darkness! The eternal King of the dead! Now that your humble servant will be slain, hear my call and send down unbounded power to help your servant to make thy name known in the earth......

"Make them pay for today's actions!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Mondy's priest's robe with white lines on a black background was swollen into an arc, as if inflated inside, and at the same time, his forehead was cracked, and a pair of gray and white sharp horns stretched out from it, and the two wings on his back were also torn out, and his wet wings were bloodshot and rolled up with a trace of fishy wind.

He sneered, and a pair of big hands pinched the two panicked guards beside him, but instead of directly twisting the necks of the two, the muscles in his hands bulged, and the heads of the two were slammed into the floor of the high platform.

Blood mixed with dust, splattering blood flowers on Sioux City's silver armor.

The dust had not yet drifted away, and in a blur, Su Cheng saw a tall and burly figure standing in the dust, and two strange backs kneeling without their heads.

The tall and burly figure looked at Su Cheng, made a bloody throat cutting motion, pulled out his legs, and rushed towards Su Cheng.

In the face of the much more burly and robust Pastor Mundy, Sioux City first squatted still, saw the opportunity, and actually hedged against the other party with faster and more fierce might.

It is not moving like a mountain, it is like a wall collapsing and the water is surging, and there is no way to avoid it.

"Hah!"

At the moment of the collision, Su Cheng roared violently, leaned forward, stretched out his hands on the other party's shoulders, bent his arms, lengthened the time for his body to bear the momentum, and made the impact force smaller.

Nine times out of ten, he thought that he would be able to crash into Sioux City, and there was confusion in his eyes.

Mundy thought that he would be able to knock into this new papal knight of medium stature at the worst, and then whether it was to torture and kill the opponent who was out of balance, or to capture the thief and the king, and to capture the nobles, it was not all up to him?

It's just that this rampage, which has been invincible, has failed this time.

Without waiting for him to respond, Su Cheng's slightly numb hands shrank and stretched, his hands were inserted under Mundy's arms, his upper arms flipped inward, the back of his hands turned to the sky, his elbows were stretched, his fingers were attached to Mundy's shoulders, and he was pushed up, and he was instantly hollowed out.

At the same time, Su Cheng pushed his knees up, and his body immediately pressed down on Mundy to the right, and his elbow slammed into his chin with the force of the top-down force.

Mundy's head spun violently and slammed, and the momentum was transmitted to his brain, making him dizzy, and for a moment he had no power to resist, but instinctively wanted to push Sioux City away.

Su Cheng was unforgiving, and the hook aimed at Mundy's temple and jerked him, making him dizzy, and the head in his skull swayed from side to side like a pudding like a boat.

At this moment, Mundi even had the illusion that his head was spinning rapidly, and then his eyes began to turn white, and he gradually lost consciousness.

In reality, the temple is an area that is very resistant to external forces due to the thin skull nearby and the important vascular passages.

In addition, the muscles that twist the neck are very weak, making it extremely easy for people to faint in hooks, and even boxers who have been trained in resistance fighting for a long time will have to get dizzy when they eat a gravity hook, not to mention this priest who has an empty physique, but does not even know the slightest fighting skills.

After the rain of punches, Sioux exhaled, holding the unrecognizable, bloodied Pastor Mundy in his hand. He clenched his fists, feeling the familiar and powerful feeling of his right arm, only to feel that his heart was full of heart, and he almost looked up to the sky and roared.

Subsequently, under the awe-inspiring gaze of the guards, Sioux City chained the unconscious Mondy with his own hands. The noble lord did not disappoint him, and without hesitation, he directly asked the guards to turn the chapel of the pastor of Mundy upside down.

At the moment when the aristocratic lord gave the order, the scene around Sioux City turned around, and he suddenly went to the old church that was still well repaired, and the Mundy in his hand was chained by the iron chain, and he knelt down, not knowing whether he was alive or dead.

As if watching the animation of the game after clearing the level, Su Cheng suddenly found that he could not move or speak, so he could only simply stand at the exit of the church and watch this qiē.

The sun was like blood, and the bright red sun shone on the hideous guards. They swung their sledgehammers and damaged the angel statues on the left and right, violently pushed the benches away, and smashed the ground with sledgehammers, and finally found the lost heads of the deceased inside the statues on both sides.

The six heads of the good are not blind to death.

The townsfolk who witnessed this scene were silenced at first, then cursed loudly, spat at Mundy, snatched the guard's sledgehammer, smashed his limbs to pieces, and shouted angrily:

"Hang him!"

Ringing and curbing the clouds.

The scene turns again, and the townsfolk stared at each other as they pierced Mundy's body with their spears.

Warm blood flowed down the spear, staining the townspeople's clothes, the earth, and the eyes of all.

The townsfolk shouted frantically, screaming as if they had been terrified for so long, and pushed Mundy with his hands behind his back, pushing him against the trap of the torture table and putting on the ropes that had been intended for the homeless.

As soon as the trap door of the torture table opens, Mundy will fall from a height of tens of meters, and the cervical vertebrae trapped in the rope will probably be twisted in an instant, and then he will lose all consciousness and die quickly and peacefully.

This is the only mercy of the gallows.

Soon, the executioner, who was made a cameo by the guards, stepped onto the stage, waited for the commander to read the verdict to the people, and opened the trapdoor with a click. As soon as the trapdoor opened, and after a crisp sound, the rope instantly became straight, and Mundy vanished, forever from Sioux City's eyes.

There was no more sound.

This qiē is like a surprisingly real movie, with the resentment of Mundy before his death, the fanaticism of the townspeople, and the indifference of the aristocratic lord.

Su Cheng only felt a rough breath coming to his face, and the smell of blood was still around his nose, as if the real death was stimulating him and oppressing his heart, such a real death was something he had never seen before.

The plot of Yiqiē is over, and the surroundings of Sioux City have become boundless blank.

At the same time, the light screen appeared in front of Su Cheng's eyes again, this time there was no option above, only a line of words was written, Su Cheng swept his eyes, and read the content above: "The score has been completed, please disconnect the connector." ”

Su Cheng pinched his still powerful right arm, and after a long pause, he sighed before clicking the logout button on the light screen.

Colors flashed before his eyes, and the next moment, with a regretful face, he returned to the simply furnished room.

一qiē as old.

Whether it's the room, or the arm.

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