noffsinger Chapter 61 Is that what you think too?
Chapter 61 Is that what you think too?
The moment Ji Xingyi met Jiang Lin's gaze, he was drowned in those lifeless eyes. Regret and panic instantly swept through his chest and spread to every part of his body. Only then did he realize what his ramblings meant.
Upon hearing this, a barely perceptible smirk flashed in the eyes of the girl in Jiang Lin's arms.
that's it!
Just say it!
Tell me all your filthy thoughts!
"You're lying! Jiang Lin is not a disgusting homosexual like you!" Ding Xuehui emphasized the last three words fiercely.
"Homosexuality? Disgusting?" Ji Xingyi stared at Jiang Lin, his throat dry, and said, "Do you think so too?"
Jiang Lin silently pulled Ding Xuehui behind him.
Seeing Jiang Lin's actions, Ding Xuehui could no longer suppress her smile and looked at the tall man covered in blood with the eyes of a victor.
See? Jiang Lin chose me!
Dirty homosexuals!
"Jiang Lin." Ji Xingyi softened his voice and reached out to the young man again. He himself did not realize that his fingertips were trembling uncontrollably.
He expected the young man to walk toward him as usual, but instead he heard the young man sigh.
"Koichi, I think you need to calm down."
After Jiang Lin finished speaking, he pulled Ding Xuehui away without hesitation.
Ding Xuehui couldn't help but turn around and laugh at the defeated look on her face; even the strands of her hair seemed to be cheering with joy.
Ji Xingyi stood there stunned for a long time. After regaining his senses, he clenched his fist and angrily slammed it against the wall.
What did he do?
What did he say?
What is he doing?
The fist slowly opened and fell, leaving a bright red stain on the wall.
Does Jiang Lin think he's dirty?
Does Jiang Lin dislike him?
Does Linlin not want him anymore?
Twenty minutes earlier, Chen Jiangqiao took a deep breath and sat cross-legged in front of the portrait of Princess Theresa, who was also Countess Greenshire, the witch. He stared intently, trying to memorize the blonde girl in the portrait.
If one's obsession is strong enough, one can create what one desires in the inner world. However, after twenty minutes, Chen Jiangqiao was covered in sweat and angrily pounded the ground.
"Damn it, why is it a woman?!"
Chen Jiangqiao couldn't help but blurt out the national essence: he fucking likes men. No matter how beautiful the witch is, he doesn't have a single thought about her. He doesn't even have desire, so where does this obsession come from? How can anyone imagine this?!
"A woman is one thing, but a young girl at that! Damn it!" Chen Jiangqiao spat again.
If it were a portrait of Ji Xingyi, Chen Jiangqiao was confident he could conjure up countless variations in his mind, producing 800 portraits per second without a problem. He could even just have Jiang Lin bring a train to transport them.
"Fine, I give up!"
Chen Jiangqiao got up and stretched his arms, preparing to face Jiang Lin's ridicule, but when he turned his head, the scene around him had changed visibly.
Chen Jiangqiao's face paled. His eyes were met with a sea of blood; the castle's main hall was covered in blood. Just as Chen Jiangqiao was about to step down, he stepped on something soft. Looking down, he saw it was Director Wu Hu.
Wu Hu's obese body was still soft to the touch, and this stomp even caused blood to spurt from the hole in the corpse's chest.
"Damn it!" Cold sweat instantly dripped from Chen Jiangqiao's forehead. He turned to look at the clock. He had only been in the inner world for a few hours. How come the outer world had turned into a bloody killing field as soon as he came out?
Wait! Aren't monsters killing people in the Otherworld?
If Wu Hu was killed by the monsters in the inner world, how could his corpse still appear in the outer world?
Chen Jiangqiao thought to himself, "Oh no! Could it be that the monsters from the inner world have affected the outer world?" Chen Jiangqiao quickly stepped over the corpses to examine the traces at the scene.
The hall seemed to have been the site of a chase and murder. The blood-stained footprints on the ground were extremely messy. Chen Jiangqiao followed a relatively short but obvious blood-stained footprint to the restaurant, where he found two more bodies, one belonging to player Yang Hua and the other to NPC Xiao Sheng.
Judging from the wounds on the bodies, both of them, along with Wu Hu, were stabbed to death with narrow-bladed knives.
Just then, a faint metallic clanging sound came from the kitchen.
Chen Jiangqiao frowned, picked up the Western-style knife from the dining table, and slowly walked towards the kitchen, his steps deliberate. The surroundings were eerily quiet, as if you could hear a pin drop.
Chen Jiangqiao kept his eyes and ears open, his gaze finally settling on the stainless steel cabinet with the bloody handprint. He took a deep breath and kicked the cabinet.
"Ah—" The sharp explosion startled Chen Jiangqiao so much that he almost jumped up.
"Stop yelling!" Chen Jiangqiao rolled his eyes at Zhao Ruoxi, who was huddled in the stainless steel cabinet. Zhao Ruoxi's reaction was even more frightening than his; even a fool could tell she wasn't the murderous monster.
Zhao Ruoxi's voice became hoarse from shouting before she realized the person who had come was Chen Jiangqiao. Then she burst into tears and cried out, "I almost thought I was going to die!"
"Shut your mouth, Mom!" Chen Jiangqiao was always ruthless towards women, and casually grabbed a carrot and stuffed it into Zhao Ruoxi's mouth.
"Waaah..." Zhao Ruoxi finally calmed down and pitifully crawled out of the closet.
Immediately afterwards, Zhao Ruoxi knelt down and reached into the cabinet, pulling out the unconscious Xu Enxi under Chen Jiangqiao's shocked gaze.
"What exactly happened?" Chen Jiangqiao's expression instantly turned serious. "You're not the only two left, are you?"
Zhao Ruoxi couldn't help but cry again: "I don't know if there's anyone else here, I'm so scared! This world is too terrifying!"
After Zhao Ruoxi's exaggerated description and repeated confirmation that it was Zheng Lu, Chen Jiangqiao's eyes widened considerably: "That guy with the bangs?"
Isn't Zheng Lu a player? Why is he killing an NPC?
Chen Jiangqiao frowned: "So many of you can't handle one woman?"
"The director and I were taking care of Ruoxi in the lobby when Zheng Lu rushed out with a knife. The director then told me to take Enxi and run away. I was too exhausted, so I hid here." Zhao Ruoxi started wailing again as she spoke. She had it so tough!
Chen Jiangqiao sighed: "Where is she?"
Zhao Ruoxi: "I don't know. I just heard footsteps and I thought I was going to die. Then the footsteps suddenly stopped, and you arrived a few minutes later!"
Chen Jiangqiao was shocked and grabbed Zhao Ruoxi's hand to compare it with the bloody handprint on the cabinet.
Zhao Ruoxi's hands were noticeably smaller.
Therefore, this bloody handprint belongs to Zheng Lu.
Could it be that when Zheng Lu found Zhao Ruoxi and was about to kill them both, he was suddenly transported to the other world?
This was clearly not Zheng Lu's own choice; could it have been the witch's doing?
But why did the witch send Zheng Lu back to the other world?
Chen Jiangqiao sensed something strange about the whole thing; he couldn't quite connect the dots logically. The most perplexing point was: why would Zheng Lu kill an NPC?
No, Chen Jiangqiao turned around and walked to Yang Hua's corpse in the restaurant. Yang Hua was a player, so why did Zheng Lu kill not only NPCs but also players?
In this dungeon, the only one who wants to wipe out everyone is the dungeon boss—the witch!
Damn! Chen Jiangqiao was terrified by his own guess. Could it be that the witch had already started controlling the players?
“This is troublesome…” Chen Jiangqiao immediately thought of Ji Xingyi, who was still in the Otherworld.