The butcher watched Donner curiously, picked up and put away the smashed table and chair - his hand seemed to have magic power, and the touched table and chair would be restored to normal in an instant - and then he slipped into the bar, pulled a bloody tube from the back of his head, and threw it at the porcupine. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

"You earned it!" said the porcupine tossed the pipe to Donner.

Donner took the tube, walked to the bar and sat down, staring at it for a long time, vaguely feeling like a pipe pulled out of his neck.

"How?" he asked the porcupine, a little timidly.

The porcupine rolled his eyes and said, "Swallow it......"

Donner was about to shove the hose into his mouth when the butcher burst out laughing from behind the bar.

"Stupid pig, your friend seems to be a novice!" someone laughed in the dark.

"Go find me such a newbie!" said the porcupine, snatching Donner's throat from his hand and shoving it into the back of his head.

Donner only felt a chill in the back of his head, and then suddenly brightened up in front of him, the ceiling above his head was no longer black, but revealing complex wooden patterns, and the animal skulls on the wall were quickly covered with a layer of flesh and skin, turning into a hairy beast head specimen, and in the dim corner of the tavern, several non-human and non-animal images suddenly became clearly visible.

"Thank you......" he whispered.

"What?" asked the porcupine in an extremely slow, almost intermittent voice.

Donner realized that this was a side effect of the Azure Dou Qi caused by the widening of his landing bandwidth, and quickly gathered the Dou Qi - just doing it in his consciousness, he did not have the sea of Azure Qi in his virtual body at the moment.

"Is there a way to jump out of the intercontinental network?" he asked.

This time, the porcupine heard it clearly, and pouted: "Simple, cut your throat!" As long as you usurp enough bandwidth, you can always encounter one or two broilers who log in from the Internet, so that you are equivalent to having an external network port......

As he spoke, he shoved a razor in front of Donner, "My throat cutting procedure, I'll say first, the throat cut with this razor will be assigned to me two out of every ten times, you can choose to accept it, or you can write your own throat cutter, out of the morals and rules of the stalker, I must make this clear to you." ”

Donner felt the smooth handle, picked up the sharp razor, closed it, and nodded, "No problem, two out of ten, you deserve it." ”

In fact, Donner was even more relieved to know that the porcupine had his own interests - he didn't believe that anyone would help him for something that didn't have a profit.

"You'd better not get caught, I've spent months making this razor, and if it's flagged by the system, it's all in vain. Porcupine said.

"What's the trick?" asked Donner.

"Find the person who is left behind, with your reaction speed, you will not be found, they will only think that they are disconnected because of network failures, as long as they are not caught by users to complain, the system will not care about these small things...... With your reaction speed, you shouldn't be so unlucky. Porcupine said.

"Got it, I'll be careful. Donner folded his razor and stood up.

"The razor will automatically reset to zero when you leave, just throw it away when you go offline, and you don't have to come out of your way to return it to me. Porcupine said: "The next time I go online, I will come to you again, I hope we have a happy cooperation." ”

"How did I find here?" asked Donner.

"You're still a peripheral member, and I'll wait a few more times to get a channel sign to you. This time it was the butcher who answered on his behalf.

Donner nodded, pulled open the wooden door of the tavern, and stepped out.

"You're not really going to pull him in, are you?" asked the birdman in the corner.

"It's just a good idea," said the porcupine, "I can at least be idle for a while before he is noticed by the system." ”

......

Many years ago, when Donner was a first-level magician, he trained as a killer.

At that time, he would never have imagined that the first time he would use these experiences would be on a virtual network, using a razor programmed by hackers.

Coming out of the Throatcutter's Tavern, he didn't return to the Kaios Public Library, but was kicked out of the landing port, but because his current core bandwidth had changed, and his location had become a balcony, a retro balcony that appeared abruptly in the void.

After a few seconds, Donner traversed the stars in the night sky before choosing one of them: the Nice Potions Market.

From darkness to light, Donner suddenly found himself on the streets of what had once been Nice, no, not exactly the Nice he remembered.

Judging from the printed shop signs, the ubiquitous bicycles and the faint sound of the magic engine, the streets of Nice on this online platform are modeled after the city of Nice in the middle of the glorious century.

But the streets are still those streets, and the shopkeepers, of course, have long since changed their faces, and some of them seem to be played by the system like the middle-aged woman in the Kaios Public Library.

Donner walked down the busy street, and quickly retreated from here, although it was familiar, but there were too many people for "assassination".

After jumping back and forth a few platforms, Downer set his sights on a place, the open-air cinema on the outskirts of Pompeii, which must have been some kind of nostalgic place, but with far fewer people, and the setting was night, taking advantage of seclusion.

Maybe it doesn't make sense for the system to be hidden, but Porcupine says that as long as users don't get caught complaining, there will be no problem. Donner doesn't know if to trust that guy or not, but he wants to steal some temporary bandwidth, so it shouldn't cause too much trouble.

It didn't take long for him to make his first case, to a young man who looked like he was waiting for someone, dressed like a nobleman, but with a pitifully thin throat - it seemed impossible to infer the real situation of that person by means of an avatar, Donner concluded.

After a few minutes, Downer had turned around dozens of locations, and the efficiency of cutting the throat was getting higher and higher, and occasionally a few subjects were secretly cut with the throat and the body disappeared while the throat was not left. Donner knew that most of them were divided by porcupines, and as for whether it was really randomly assigned, he was not sure. But he didn't really care, because bandwidth didn't mean much to Donner, he just needed an external port that would allow him to go to Faimon's network segment.

Donner was getting more and more anxious to get this extranet port, and he didn't know when the dwarf, who didn't seem to have a good temper, would suddenly disconnect himself from the intercontinental network. Therefore, his movements became faster and faster, wandering through the cities of the Kaios continent and the scenes of different styles in various historical periods, raising and falling with knives in his hands, and killing people like numbness.