Welcome to the Nightmare Game

Chapter 100: Slaughter Secret Society (II)

The teenager who fell to the ground was already stunned.

A few meters away from him, the cold man with blue eyes stood in the rain, and the knife in his hand pointed to the mysterious master who had just assassinated the executive. One of them stood in the light of the street lamp, and the other sat in the shadow, as if they were born against each other.

However, their eyes were filled with similar surprise.

Did they know each other? The questioning teenager even forgot the dangerous situation he was presently in, and forgot the pain from his wound. He just stared at the two men.

There was a loud roar, and a mass of black smoke wrapped the two men. Before the smoke dispersed, the young man only felt something tighten around waist and was pull up from the ground. The man who saved him seemed to throw something like a hook and took him over the wall of the alley. When he landed, he stumbled because of the weight of the second man.

The mysterious master was familiar with the nearby terrain, and he could skillfully use the terrain to bypass the pursuer with an injured person. Before long, the teenager passed out from blood loss.

Qi Leren was relieved as he carried his unconscious goal in his arms.

The destination was just around the corner. Qi Leren was carrying a living person weighing more than 100 kilograms. If the Court hadn’t lent him a few skill cards, he wouldn’t have been able to move himself let alone another person. It would be too abnormal for him to pass as a mysterious master.

Entering the house, Qi Leren threw the person on the sofa, found the medicine cabinet, and sewed him up simply and crudely. After making sure the person wouldn’t die, he was relieved. He sat down on the sofa heedless of being soaked and began to sort out his course of action.

Kuangshan* (an alias), male, 32 years old, died quickly after being captured by the Trial’s Office. He was the holder of the Slaughter Secret Society’s Twilight Township branch, and also the… lover of the character Qi Leren was playing at this time.

*{E/N: “Crazy Mountain”}

Yes, Kuangshan was a homosexual, and his private life was very chaotic. It was normal to have several lovers who weren’t known by members of the Slaughter Secret Society.

In order to fit the character type of Kuangshan’s lover, he was made into this horror! Low-cut crop top! Leather pants that were so low as to show the Adonis belt! Ghost-like (waterproof) eyeliner and eyeshadow! With a glance at his tattoo, one could tell that this was not a good man! In order to make him look like a queen, the Court also taught him how to change his voice! How to walk the catwalk!

Dark lines covered Qi Leren’s forehead. He wanted to finish this secret mission immediately and abolish this gay persona, killing it so that people wouldn’t discover this dark history of his, but the timing was bad. Just as he made his debut, Ning Zhou saw this person who was neither man nor ghost.

At the thought of Ning Zhou’s shocked expression when he saw him, Qi Leren only felt that his pores were going to explode.

What would Ning Zhou think? Would he think he really was a pervert?

Qi Leren looked at the ceiling above his heads as if he was dying. When he fled with the smoke-fog-bomb just now, he obviously felt that Ning Zhou was deliberately letting him slip away, otherwise it would be impossible for the smoke-fog-bomb and rain to stop Ning Zhou’s tracking… At the beginning, the arrow had almost killed him. At that time, Ning Zhou thought he was a devil worshipper who attacked the Court executive. However, when the arrow that shot him fell to the ground because of his load, Ning Zhou quickly recognized who he was, so he had cut him some slack…

The assassination of the Court’s executive officer to save the teenager was a good show played by Qi Leren and the executive. Everything had been going well. After the Court’s executive officer faked his death, he escaped with his target. Who knew that he would meet Ning Zhou passing by? It could only be said that this was an embarrassing coincidence.

Qi Leren stood up and went to the window to look out.

Heavy, pattering rain flowed down from the windowsill earnestly, a chain of beads hanging onto the window. In the quiet Twilight Township, the lights were like fishing fires on the sea. Qi Leren’s line of site suddenly settled, and he stared stupefied at the distant street lamp emitting yellow light in the rain, and the black figure under that street lamp.

Qi Leren suspected that he was wrong, so he blinked hard. When he looked there again, the figure was gone.

Qi Leren rubbed his eyes again, but no one was there under the light.

Was it an illusion? Qi Leren thought for a moment and immediately denied this judgment.

He believes his own eyes.

Maybe that was the person in charge of supervising him, or maybe…

Qi Leren’s hand held the windowsill, and a kind of unutterable melancholy stagnated in his heart. He vaguely felt that the figure should be Ning Zhou, and he had been following behind them, but he didn’t come out to stop his actions in the end.

Maybe the people from the Court had already contacted him. They should tell him that this was a special operation, and the misunderstanding would be solved naturally. Thinking this, Qi Leren had a light feeling of relief. Although he still had to act as this embarrassing fake identity for a while, he finally didn’t have to be regarded as a pervert by Ning Zhou. This was really great…

Under the street lamp at the corner, Ning Zhou, who had been hidden in the darkness, leaned against the wall. The rain poured down, his coat already soaked through, but he seemed not to notice. The black bird that was stopped on the eaves cried and, in answer, Ning Zhou looked up and looked at the corner.

A casually dressed executive, Al, came to him through the rain. After reaching him, he stopped and looked at the window with the lights on. His usual loose tone was hard to dignify: “Fortunately, you didn’t break it. You almost ruined the big event.”

“What happened?” Ning Zhou frowned. The scene in the rainstorm just now had a great impact on him - not only because of Qi Leren’s costume. When he remembered that he had almost accidentally killed Qi Leren again just now, he became uneasy. If Qi Leren’s reaction had been slower at that time… Ning Zhou didn’t even dare to think about it.

“I can’t say, you can ask the Boss later,” Al said.

Ning Zhou stood up straight, looked back at the window, and whistled. The big black bird passed under the eaves, stopped on his shoulder, and disappeared into the night with him.

Inside the house.

There were low sounds of pain from the sofa. Qi Leren took a deep breath several times, made psychological preparations, and began to enter the performance state. He lit a cigarette - one of his newly learned skills from the past ten days - and slowly walked to the sofa, leaned down, and blew a mouthful of smoke on the injured boy.

The half-conscious boy suddenly sucked in a mouthful of smoke and coughed. He woke up in tears from the pain of the newly sewed wound, groaning while twitching. The pain made him want to faint again.

The teenager who woke up saw a sleazy young man sitting on the opposite end of the single-person sofa, smoking a cigarette carelessly, squinting his eyes. For a man, the voice that was too feminine sounding, soft was sultry. “I didn’t expect that I had been away from the Village of Dusk long enough for the Devil of Slaughter’s believers to have already devolved into this.”

The boy turned pale and didn’t dare to look at him. He muttered, “Thanks to your ancestors… Thank you for saving me…”

The man sitting on the sofa changed his posture, putting his feet on the armrest of his sofa and smoking lazily: “What’s your name? Who’s your guide?”

The teenager snuck a glance at him, and was caught by the man’s smiling eyes. He immediately lowered his eyes and said obediently, “My name is Assi, and I’m a child of Mrs. Kathleen.”

“Hm? Kathleen? An NPC or a player?” the mysterious man asked idly.

“The Mrs. is an NPC.” Assi seems to be in awe of her. His tone was very respectful, tinged with a hint of fear.

“Who is the acting leader here now?” the mysterious man asked again.

“It’s… Mr. Lie Yang. Since the death of Mr. Kuangshan, he’s been responsible for the branch. In a few days, the succession selection ceremony will be opened, and Mr. Lie Yang should be able to obtain the position of the holder,” Assi said truthfully.

The mysterious man chuckled: “That may not be true.”

Assi looked at him for a while in wait, waiting for him to explain.

“Because there are always uninvited people who ruin other people’s good things, such as… this lady who came late at night?” The mysterious man lifted his face and glanced at the closed door.

A woman’s light laughter came from outside the door, and the door was pushed open. A well-dressed young woman put away her dripping umbrella and looked at the two people in the room with a smile: “I didn’t expect to meet you in the rain. Such a beautiful young gentleman, it’s a pity that we haven’t met before. How should I call you?”

Assi looked at Mrs. Kathleen and snuck a look at the mysterious man on the sofa.

He slowly pressed out the cigarette butt, and his slender fingers touched the red tattoo on the corner of his eye, as if remembering something. His mouth curled into a seductive arch: “My name is Red. Blood Red.”

Chapter 100: Slaughter Secret Society (II)

The teenager who fell to the ground was already stunned.

A few meters away from him, the cold man with blue eyes stood in the rain, and the knife in his hand pointed to the mysterious master who had just assassinated the executive. One of them stood in the light of the street lamp, and the other sat in the shadow, as if they were born against each other.

However, their eyes were filled with similar surprise.

Did they know each other? The questioning teenager even forgot the dangerous situation he was presently in, and forgot the pain from his wound. He just stared at the two men.

There was a loud roar, and a mass of black smoke wrapped the two men. Before the smoke dispersed, the young man only felt something tighten around waist and was pull up from the ground. The man who saved him seemed to throw something like a hook and took him over the wall of the alley. When he landed, he stumbled because of the weight of the second man.

The mysterious master was familiar with the nearby terrain, and he could skillfully use the terrain to bypass the pursuer with an injured person. Before long, the teenager passed out from blood loss.

Qi Leren was relieved as he carried his unconscious goal in his arms.

The destination was just around the corner. Qi Leren was carrying a living person weighing more than 100 kilograms. If the Court hadn’t lent him a few skill cards, he wouldn’t have been able to move himself let alone another person. It would be too abnormal for him to pass as a mysterious master.

Entering the house, Qi Leren threw the person on the sofa, found the medicine cabinet, and sewed him up simply and crudely. After making sure the person wouldn’t die, he was relieved. He sat down on the sofa heedless of being soaked and began to sort out his course of action.

Kuangshan* (an alias), male, 32 years old, died quickly after being captured by the Trial’s Office. He was the holder of the Slaughter Secret Society’s Twilight Township branch, and also the… lover of the character Qi Leren was playing at this time.

*{E/N: “Crazy Mountain”}

Yes, Kuangshan was a homosexual, and his private life was very chaotic. It was normal to have several lovers who weren’t known by members of the Slaughter Secret Society.

In order to fit the character type of Kuangshan’s lover, he was made into this horror! Low-cut crop top! Leather pants that were so low as to show the Adonis belt! Ghost-like (waterproof) eyeliner and eyeshadow! With a glance at his tattoo, one could tell that this was not a good man! In order to make him look like a queen, the Court also taught him how to change his voice! How to walk the catwalk!

Dark lines covered Qi Leren’s forehead. He wanted to finish this secret mission immediately and abolish this gay persona, killing it so that people wouldn’t discover this dark history of his, but the timing was bad. Just as he made his debut, Ning Zhou saw this person who was neither man nor ghost.

At the thought of Ning Zhou’s shocked expression when he saw him, Qi Leren only felt that his pores were going to explode.

What would Ning Zhou think? Would he think he really was a pervert?

Qi Leren looked at the ceiling above his heads as if he was dying. When he fled with the smoke-fog-bomb just now, he obviously felt that Ning Zhou was deliberately letting him slip away, otherwise it would be impossible for the smoke-fog-bomb and rain to stop Ning Zhou’s tracking… At the beginning, the arrow had almost killed him. At that time, Ning Zhou thought he was a devil worshipper who attacked the Court executive. However, when the arrow that shot him fell to the ground because of his load, Ning Zhou quickly recognized who he was, so he had cut him some slack…

The assassination of the Court’s executive officer to save the teenager was a good show played by Qi Leren and the executive. Everything had been going well. After the Court’s executive officer faked his death, he escaped with his target. Who knew that he would meet Ning Zhou passing by? It could only be said that this was an embarrassing coincidence.

Qi Leren stood up and went to the window to look out.

Heavy, pattering rain flowed down from the windowsill earnestly, a chain of beads hanging onto the window. In the quiet Twilight Township, the lights were like fishing fires on the sea. Qi Leren’s line of site suddenly settled, and he stared stupefied at the distant street lamp emitting yellow light in the rain, and the black figure under that street lamp.

Qi Leren suspected that he was wrong, so he blinked hard. When he looked there again, the figure was gone.

Qi Leren rubbed his eyes again, but no one was there under the light.

Was it an illusion? Qi Leren thought for a moment and immediately denied this judgment.

He believes his own eyes.

Maybe that was the person in charge of supervising him, or maybe…

Qi Leren’s hand held the windowsill, and a kind of unutterable melancholy stagnated in his heart. He vaguely felt that the figure should be Ning Zhou, and he had been following behind them, but he didn’t come out to stop his actions in the end.

Maybe the people from the Court had already contacted him. They should tell him that this was a special operation, and the misunderstanding would be solved naturally. Thinking this, Qi Leren had a light feeling of relief. Although he still had to act as this embarrassing fake identity for a while, he finally didn’t have to be regarded as a pervert by Ning Zhou. This was really great…

Under the street lamp at the corner, Ning Zhou, who had been hidden in the darkness, leaned against the wall. The rain poured down, his coat already soaked through, but he seemed not to notice. The black bird that was stopped on the eaves cried and, in answer, Ning Zhou looked up and looked at the corner.

A casually dressed executive, Al, came to him through the rain. After reaching him, he stopped and looked at the window with the lights on. His usual loose tone was hard to dignify: “Fortunately, you didn’t break it. You almost ruined the big event.”

“What happened?” Ning Zhou frowned. The scene in the rainstorm just now had a great impact on him - not only because of Qi Leren’s costume. When he remembered that he had almost accidentally killed Qi Leren again just now, he became uneasy. If Qi Leren’s reaction had been slower at that time… Ning Zhou didn’t even dare to think about it.

“I can’t say, you can ask the Boss later,” Al said.

Ning Zhou stood up straight, looked back at the window, and whistled. The big black bird passed under the eaves, stopped on his shoulder, and disappeared into the night with him.

Inside the house.

There were low sounds of pain from the sofa. Qi Leren took a deep breath several times, made psychological preparations, and began to enter the performance state. He lit a cigarette - one of his newly learned skills from the past ten days - and slowly walked to the sofa, leaned down, and blew a mouthful of smoke on the injured boy.

The half-conscious boy suddenly sucked in a mouthful of smoke and coughed. He woke up in tears from the pain of the newly sewed wound, groaning while twitching. The pain made him want to faint again.

The teenager who woke up saw a sleazy young man sitting on the opposite end of the single-person sofa, smoking a cigarette carelessly, squinting his eyes. For a man, the voice that was too feminine sounding, soft was sultry. “I didn’t expect that I had been away from the Village of Dusk long enough for the Devil of Slaughter’s believers to have already devolved into this.”

The boy turned pale and didn’t dare to look at him. He muttered, “Thanks to your ancestors… Thank you for saving me…”

The man sitting on the sofa changed his posture, putting his feet on the armrest of his sofa and smoking lazily: “What’s your name? Who’s your guide?”

The teenager snuck a glance at him, and was caught by the man’s smiling eyes. He immediately lowered his eyes and said obediently, “My name is Assi, and I’m a child of Mrs. Kathleen.”

“Hm? Kathleen? An NPC or a player?” the mysterious man asked idly.

“The Mrs. is an NPC.” Assi seems to be in awe of her. His tone was very respectful, tinged with a hint of fear.

“Who is the acting leader here now?” the mysterious man asked again.

“It’s… Mr. Lie Yang. Since the death of Mr. Kuangshan, he’s been responsible for the branch. In a few days, the succession selection ceremony will be opened, and Mr. Lie Yang should be able to obtain the position of the holder,” Assi said truthfully.

The mysterious man chuckled: “That may not be true.”

Assi looked at him for a while in wait, waiting for him to explain.

“Because there are always uninvited people who ruin other people’s good things, such as… this lady who came late at night?” The mysterious man lifted his face and glanced at the closed door.

A woman’s light laughter came from outside the door, and the door was pushed open. A well-dressed young woman put away her dripping umbrella and looked at the two people in the room with a smile: “I didn’t expect to meet you in the rain. Such a beautiful young gentleman, it’s a pity that we haven’t met before. How should I call you?”

Assi looked at Mrs. Kathleen and snuck a look at the mysterious man on the sofa.

He slowly pressed out the cigarette butt, and his slender fingers touched the red tattoo on the corner of his eye, as if remembering something. His mouth curled into a seductive arch: “My name is Red. Blood Red.”