He.... When did it approach...

The black Trojan horse felt his body freeze instantly, and a cold current rushed to his mind along his back from the bottom up.

Before becoming a player, Black Trojan was an experienced 996 elite programmer.

And one of the major characteristics of the program ape is overtime.

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

The physical fitness of the black Trojan horse is not good, and after becoming a player, it does not add points to its physique and strength.

Instead, the perceptual attribute is piled up to 9 points.

With the [Code Insight] glasses, the wind and grass within 100 meters can be known in advance.

This is the first time he has been stuck behind him by "something", and he still knows nothing.

"Do you like blue, or red?"

As if there was no response, the cross-dressing man behind him asked again with some impatience,

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

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

He thought about attacking immediately, but the frenzied and violent aura on the other party's body made him hesitate to make a move.

"No, do you?"

The cross-dressing man tilted his head and quietly opened his mouth, and a tongue about half a meter long and shaped like a belt rolled and hung down from his mouth, carrying sticky saliva, on the red cloak in front of him.

The sense of crisis rose sharply, and the black Trojan horse felt like falling into an ice cave, and all the limbs and bones seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

Outside the teaching building, the epidemic doctor and Li Ang listened to the movement on the walkie-talkie and glanced at each other.

Even if they couldn't see the movement in the teaching building, they could understand that the black Trojan horse was estimated to have encountered a supernatural event, and the situation was extremely dangerous.

Leon pursed his lips, he had collected urban legends from all over the world before, and one of them was quite similar to the situation he was encountering now.

There is an urban weird story circulating on Hijima, saying that some students, after school, will meet a strange person wearing a red cloak and a strange mask.

When he sees a student, he asks, "Do you like red?" Or do you prefer blue? Or do you prefer white? ”

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

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

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

In this urban legend, he is called "A", a living man rather than a monster, and has been murdering children on their way home from school for years without being caught.

If you think about it carefully, you can find that there is no logic in this urban legend.

Collecting relevant information from the Internet, we can learn that this Mr. "A" is, at best, a never-ending story posted on the Internet by some idle netizens in order to attract people's attention.

After several spreads, it finally evolved into this strange story,

There is no essential difference from 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, you can't put the set in the urban weird talk into practical application.

Leon twisted his mind and gently broke the steel shelf of the walkie-talkie, clipped it to the collar of the S.W.A.T. staff uniform, and ran towards the wall of the school building.

He moved his fingers, and his ten fingers were like eagle claws, firmly clasping the gaps in the tiles of the outer wall of the building, and climbing upward.

He said to the walkie-talkie, "Blue, it's the color of melancholy." ”

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On the other end of the walkie-talkie, the black wooden horse froze and couldn't move, and the heart was pounding violently.

Just now, he seems to have lost the opportunity to find a "way out" by speaking.

But the existence of the walkie-talkie allows Li Ang to answer in the form of a "double reed" instead of him.

"You like blue?"

The cross-dressing man grinned because of the presence of the big tongue that hung down to his waist, and his accent was slurred, "Good...."

Before the cross-dressing man could make a move, Li Ang's voice came out of the walkie-talkie again.

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

For example, the walls in ancient palaces and temples in the East are red, and the paper-cuts are also red, and a lot of red is also used in Western Christmas. ”

The cross-dressing man waited for Li Ang to finish speaking, dragging his big tongue and looking at the black wooden horse with a somewhat unkind look,

"Then you like red."

The black Trojan subconsciously felt that no matter which color he (or Leon on the other end of the walkie-talkie) chosen, the final outcome would not be much better.

While struggling violently with all his might, he tried to use his fingers to press the zero key of the Casio calculator in his hand,

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

Leon didn't answer directly, but said slowly: "Blue symbolizes melancholy, but it's not just melancholy.

It's like not bringing paper in a silent public toilet and your phone battery has been cleared.

You sit on the toilet and look at the blue toilet partition, feeling a little melancholy, but in the melancholy, there is a trace of isolation and tranquility.

You, enlightened. ”

？？？

God is enlightened! What is this?

The black Trojan horse was full of black lines, and the cross-dressing man in front of him seemed to be a little unclear about the situation, and after thinking for a while, he asked viciously: ".... You like the color blue, it's good, I'm going to...."

Before he could finish speaking, Leon on the walkie-talkie interrupted him rudely,

"The sunrise river flowers are red, and the spring river is as green as blue. Is the battle between red and blue really that important? You must know that since ancient times, red and blue have come out of CP, either lilies or bases...."

As soon as Li Ang opened the chatterbox, it was called a chatter, and the disguised man was stunned for a few 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 open to the limit like a snake,

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

Whew——

Blood splattered, but the cross-dressing man pulled out his entire tongue as if he didn't feel the slightest pain.

He held his bloody tongue and walked slowly forward like a western cowboy wielding a noose.

The three souls and six spirits of the black Trojan Horse were almost frightened and flew away, and he struggled desperately, his index finger getting close to the zero button of the calculator little by little.

However, the other party was much faster than him, and before he could press the button, the tongue full of sticky and smelly saliva was tied around his neck.

One series, one pull, one pull.

The black Trojan felt a sharp pain in his throat, a strong feeling of suffocation pressing his brain, and the skin on his face turned red like a boiled shrimp.

Whoever comes, help me ....

"Hi~"

Leon's voice came from outside the corridor guardrail,

In the clear vision of the remnants of the black Trojan horse, Leon was seen like a gecko, climbing the wall, peeking out of the railing.

The system only states that a building can only enter one player, but there is no rule that players cannot climb walls.

"Handsome guy, your red high heels, let's make a good blow."

Li Ang hung outside the guardrail, looked at the cross-dressing man and smiled slightly: "It's a pity, you can't compare to me in terms of beauty." ”