"Wait a minute! I have more to say! Chen Mo saw that Liu Wenju's hand had already begun to move, and hurriedly spoke to stop it.

"Oh? Do you have any last words to confess? By the way, why should I listen to you for no reason~" After Liu Wenju heard Chen Mo's words to stop him, he didn't stop immediately, but raised his head and looked at Chen Mo while writing. Truth be told, he really enjoyed the feeling of taking someone else's life into his own hands. Especially the enemies with whom they have a holiday. Now that I have such a good opportunity to play with my opponent, I naturally have to have a good time.

"I'll give you whatever you ask! Give me five minutes! ”

"Really? Then I'll have to think about what kind of conditions are worthy of keeping you alive for five more minutes. Liu Wenju said and stopped. At this time, she had already written the word "Luo" in her blood in the notebook.

"Well, well, if you take off your broken mask, I'll give you three more minutes of breath at most." Liu Wenju didn't spend too much time thinking about this kind of thing, after all, in his opinion, "Roland" would definitely die tonight, so there was no need to be too entangled in such an inconsequential matter.

When Liu Wenju put forward the conditions, Chen Mo also put his hand on the mask with great interest, and then took it off little by little.

"Haha, yes, that's the face, it's good. From now on, you can live for another minute, and you can say whatever you want, but I'm not prepared to help you convey it. Liu Wenju said with a strange smile.

"Don't be complacent, what if my real name isn't Roland?" Chen Mo said, took out a black mobile phone from his chest pocket, and cut off the live broadcast screen. He expressed deep contempt for Liu Wenju's untrustworthy practice.

When Chen Mo finished saying this, Liu Wenju's laughter stopped abruptly, and he looked at Chen Mo in front of him with some puzzlement, his eyes full of doubts. But soon, he shook his head again, his eyes squinted, and a contemptuous smile at the corners of his mouth.

"Little ghost, do you think that your words alone can really change the fact that you are going to die tonight? Don't be naïve. How could I have been deceived by such a pediatric trick. ”

"Oh? Is it? If you think about it, my name has always been said by myself, and there is no evidence to prove that what I said is my real name, and if I just casually said a person's name, then wouldn't you still be able to kill me? Chen Mo looked at Liu Wenju's eyes and said confidently.

But to be reasonable, although Chen Mo is confident on the surface and looks full of momentum, he is actually bottomless behind the scenes. How does he know whether the monster in that broken book recognizes people or names, if he recognizes the name, his side is fine, at most a Roland will die, if he recognizes a person, wouldn't the fake name also become a real name! In the end, it wasn't on his own.

The real purpose of Chen Mo's remarks was to deceive the judgment rules of Liu Wenju's book, so that Chen Mo could make a plan next.

After listening to Chen Mo's words, Liu Wenju's expression still did not change, and he couldn't see any flaws. But in Chen Mo's opinion, Liu Wenju's current performance has already exposed what he wants. Obviously, even if his expression was seamless, this short pause showed that his brain was thinking about and judging the truth of what I said at this time, and the reason why he wanted to judge what I said was precisely because the truth or falsity of the name was extremely crucial to the person the monster in that book wanted to kill!

"Hmph, Roland, are you delaying any longer?" Liu Wenju did not draw any conclusions. After all, the guy in front of him, Liu Wenju, didn't see through it from beginning to end.

"You can only write three names in this book, and you have to wait another three years after you finish it. Once you write the wrong name and kill the wrong person now, haven't you wasted a golden opportunity to kill me? ”

After learning about the killing mechanism of this book, Chen Mo was not in danger of his life, so he decided to find a way to drag Liu Wenju first. And the most effective and direct thing is to use words to guide and confuse the other party.

"Oh? So what do I do now, in your opinion? Liu Wenju said, and put his hand on the notebook again.

"Calm down, in this way, I think it's better for everyone to take a step back, you put it down, I'll tell you my real name, and then let's fight, whoever wins this thing belongs to whom, what do you think?" Chen Mo also instantly thought of a plan that seemed fair but was actually beneficial to himself.

"Hmph, are you stupid for me? First, you can still tell me another fake name. Second, I'm seriously injured right now, and I have very little chance of winning a fight with you. Alright, you don't have to delay any longer. I'm too lazy to guess if Roland is your real name. If yes, just kill you, to relieve the hatred in my heart. Even if Roland isn't your real name, I guess it must be the name of someone important close to you. You told me so much, didn't you just don't want him to die because of you? Hahaha, it's better this way, I'll let you live with self-blame and apologies for the rest of your life! Let you live for a lifetime as well as death! Hahaha! Liu Wenju said, and his hand began to move again.

"Wait a minute! I'll tell you my real name! Seeing that Liu Wenju started to do it again, Chen Mo couldn't hold his breath now.

Although he hasn't known Roland for a long time, in the end, Chen Mo can't do such a thing as letting Roland be a substitute for himself. And he Roland hasn't done anything to be sorry for himself. This guy doesn't have a partner yet, and he is not handsome, so he died like this, and Chen Mo really didn't want to go......

"Oh? Conscience found? It's too late, though! ”

As soon as Liu Wenju's words fell, the movements in his hands also stopped. In the lower right corner of that page, a name had been clearly written in blood: Roland.

At the moment when Liu Wenju stopped writing, the book in his hand suddenly became red. Immediately afterwards, a gust of demon wind blew, and smoke and dust rose all around Liu Wenju. In the darkness, a splash of bright red erupted wildly from the book, converging, and heading for the location of the door.

"Damn. It's too late, what to do, it's already started, if it goes on like this, won't Roland ......"

Chen Mo thought and quickly took out the last talisman from his pocket. Now he can't care so much, no matter whether it's useful or not, whether it works or not, even if he tries his best today, he has to stop the red figure.

Chen Mo burst out as fast as he could, running straight to the door of the dormitory building. At the same time, the last thunder talisman was also played together, heading straight for the red shadow.

However, to Chen Mo's surprise, the red shadow flickered in an instant, snatching the thunder talisman he had hit. Then, the red shadow broke through the door of the dormitory building at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye, leaving Chen Mo far behind. Then, it disappeared into the darkness.

Chen Mo saw all this scene. He knew that his thunder talisman had missed, and he knew that he had not been able to stop the red figure. He knew that he had failed, and Roland was also unlucky tonight.

Chen Mo stopped in front of the glass door of the dormitory building and did not chase out. The speed of the red shadow is too fast, even if he chases it out, it will definitely be too late, not to mention that his hole cards have been used up at this time, even if he can catch up, he will definitely not be able to do anything.

Chen Mo looked at the dim and empty campus outside, and for some reason, he felt a sense of detachment. He sighed softly and shook his head. Some are lost, some are powerless.

"Too weak, still too weak."

Chen Mo whispered, this sentence was amplified in the empty corridor, and it also reached Liu Wenju's ears.

"Hehe, you also know that you are too weak, just have self-knowledge. But really, you really used someone else's name. Liu Wenju said, slowly moved his position, walked to the long black knife that was kicked away by Chen Mo, picked it up, and held it in his hand.

Hearing Liu Wenju's words, Chen Mo slowly turned around.

At this time, Chen Mo couldn't see the slightest expression on his face. It's just that kind of face, no emotion, no expression, no eyes with no look, you can't even feel your breath, at a glance, it looks like a living dummy.

"Yo, boy, pretending to be cool doesn't change the fact that you're a weak chicken. Save it, put away your dead relative's expression, come, laugh, save you too ugly when you die. Don't worry, soon, you'll be able to meet that guy named Roland in Hell. Liu Wenju looked at Chen Mo, waved the black long knife in his hand a few times, and said contemptuously.

"What do you think are your chances of winning if you fight me now that you are seriously injured?" Chen Mo asked.

"Seventy percent." Liu Wenju posed and prepared to fight.

"Then what do you think are your chances of winning against Liu Jiahao, who is also seriously injured?" Chen Mo stepped forward and asked again.

"It's also seventy percent." Liu Jiahao said.

"Is my odds of winning only 50 percent? Hmph, that's enough. Chen Mopi said with a smile and put on the mask again.

"I said, are you stupid? What crazy are you talking about there? Liu Jiahao looked at Chen Mo, who was slowly approaching, and said disdainfully.

"Do you think I'm really the only one here?" As soon as Chen Mo's words fell, another footstep came from behind him.

……

Midnight, Roland's house.

Roland stood up from his computer desk, stretched, and hit Hatche.

He glanced at the clock on the wall, it was already past four o'clock in the morning, and he had already sat in front of the computer to catch up on the manuscript all night.

Seriously, as a late-stage procrastination, Roland's procrastination can be said to be incurable. If it weren't for yesterday's coercion, verbal warnings, and home visit hints, with his Roland character as a great writer, he would never have written a word before the submission of the manuscript.

There is no way, as the so-called one thing descends to one thing, he Roland also met a responsible editor who can lower him, so naturally he has to obey.

Roland walked over from the bedroom, turned on the light, poured himself a glass of water, and lifted his spirits.

Just as I was eating a glass of water, the light above my head suddenly went out!

"Huh? Blackout? Tripped? Broken lights? No, I only changed the lamp two days ago! Inferior products! What a cheat! ”