"Smack!"

With a clean crisp sound, the life that had been alive a few seconds ago instantly turned into a bloody corpse, and the villa returned to calm.

The technique is ferocious, steady, accurate, and ruthless, all in one go.

The woman on the bed casually pulled a wet wipe, wiped the blood off her face, threw the body into the trash, and continued to stare at the text on the pad screen in a daze.

"Dididi!" Suddenly, there was a sound in the headphones.

The web chat software's tooltip blinks – there's a new message.

The woman glanced at it and found that it was an unfamiliar penguin head, she frowned slightly in confusion, and casually turned off the prompt. Every night, she receives a lot of similar harassment that makes her tired of it.

With her fingertips swiping across the screen, the woman continued to read "The Hidden Corner" intently, imagining in her mind the image of "Let's go climbing".

"Didi, Didi." The chime continues to weave through the silent night, bringing long-lost intimacy.

"So persistent?"

The woman opens the dialog box and finds that the other person's avatar has been refreshed to a skull with a gray background, and a scythe in her hand. The screen name is displayed as "Prisoner of Death".

"Are you there?" On the other side of the Internet, two words that did not contain any feelings came.

Absence. The woman didn't reply, so she just closed the chat page. It's a cliché opening line.

"Dididi......" prompt continued to sound wildly.

"Is it there, is it there, is it there?" A series of greetings swiped the screen.

The woman was extremely irritated and clicked on the dialog box, and was just about to block the other party, but found that the other party sent another sentence.

"Excuse me, you live in Whisshaw Hills, don't you?"

The woman was stunned for a moment, and replied, "yes, how do you know, who are you?" ”

"Prisoner of Death."

"......" the woman replied with a string of ellipses, she couldn't think of anyone who would be bored with such a name, and continued to ask, "Who the hell are you!" Say your real name! ”

"Prisoner of Death." The other party reiterates this point.

"Well, prisoner of death." The woman asked helplessly, "Then do you have anything to do with me?" ”

"Congratulations on being the grand prize winner of this month's Reaper's Wheel of Fortune, which will help you kill someone of your choice."

"Can anyone?" The woman asked cautiously.

"Yes."

"Then you kill yourself." The woman sneered.

Prisoner of Death "......"

By this time the woman had already concluded that it must be a prank by some admirer, and she did not have time and mood to make small talk with him.

After a moment of silence, the other party replied, "I know you definitely don't believe it, you look out the window now." ”

The woman looked up suspiciously and glanced out the window. The sky was full of stars, and the distant mountains were in full view, and there was nothing out of the ordinary.

"You get up." The other party was like putting a monitor on her body, "Go to the window and take a look." ”

Still going to the window? Driven by curiosity, the woman put on her slippers and walked towards the windowsill. Anyway, it's in your own home, and there won't be any danger.

The chat conversation continued: "Your beloved pink Lamborghini is parked in your son, isn't it?" In 5 seconds, it will be blown to pieces, please follow my rhythm. Count from the bottom 5, 4, 3, 2, 1......"

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud explosion downstairs, and a tongue of fire burst out from under the car, engulfing the luxury car in an instant.

The woman froze in place, cold sweat oozed from her forehead, and she was speechless in shock.

"Do you believe it now?" From the other party's indifferent ridicule.

"What the hell do you want to do!" Women are simply going crazy. If this was a joke made by some acquaintance, the price would be too great to blow up her car!

"Help you kill." The other person continued, "Do you have anyone you hate? Who do you hate to the core, expecting that person to disappear from this world completely, as long as you say a word, I will help you fulfill your wish. ”

"Is it okay not to choose? I don't want to kill! The woman's hands began to tremble.

"Yes, but once the Death Wheel is activated, someone has to die, and if you don't want to, you can only be his replacement."

"What a joke!"

The other party continued to persuade, "This is not a joke. You can rest assured, I have been doing this work for more than ten years, and I have never missed a beat. And, even if the mission fails, you won't lose anything, because you don't need to participate in this event at all, just say a word, and I'll do the rest. ”

"Why should I trust you?"

"It's okay not to believe it, when the time comes, you just need to see if you die or he dies."

The woman took a deep breath and was silent for a long time before slowly replying, "Really, can I kill anyone if I want?" ”

"Of course, as long as it's someone you know or someone who knows you." "The scope is limited to the people you are or have been around, including parents, friends, classmates, teachers, competitors, enemies, and even your crush, etc. ”

"I won't lose anything by this...... the woman thought about it, but added cautiously, "such as letting others know or say anything about other side effects." ”

"Of course, the transaction is limited to you and the Grim Reaper, and I am just a transmitter or intermediary of the signal, completing the task that the Grim Reaper is supposed to complete."

The other party sent another message: "There are still thirty seconds left, and the Grim Reaper system is about to shut down." After closing, the month will never be opened, and you will be the one to accept the punishment of death in his place. Now, the countdown begins, 30, 29、......"

The woman bit her lip, anxious. A great sense of fear arose from within, and she felt her hands and feet numb and unable to move, and her fingertips kept wiping the letters she had just typed.

Finally, before the last ten seconds were over, she shuddered to type in someone's name.

Until the name successfully appeared in the dialog box, her heart was still a little excited and trembling.

"Didi, the Grim Reaper Turntable System has been successfully entered!"

A strange meme pops up in the dialog box, and a skeleton in a black cloak slowly turns its head, revealing eerie white bones.

"Please tell me why you killed?" The other party asked.

The woman was puzzled: "The motive also wants to tell you?" ”

"Of course," the message came, "I must make sure that your motive for killing is legitimate." ”

Legitimate? The woman laughed dumbly, the first time she had heard that there was a legitimate motive for killing when she was so old.

However, in order to end this cautious conversation as soon as possible, she hesitated for a long time and typed in "He's a brute......

"Congratulations, the murder information has been entered, and the death execution time is the tenth of this month, please be patient and wait for the execution result. During this time, do not disclose transaction information to others, remember! ”

After saying this, the other party instantly became offline, and no matter how the woman called, he couldn't get any reply.

"Is it there? Are you there? Are you there? The woman kept tapping on the screen.

Looking at the "prisoner of death" whose avatar turned gray, an inexplicable fear arose from the bottom of the woman's heart.

It's like a curse.

Whether it's true or not, it's much better to inflict it on others than on yourself.

However, the bottom of the woman's heart is still faintly uneasy.

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