No. 7 said this, but there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, he was excited. He was like a doped athlete. Under the influence of adrenaline in his body, he rushed directly towards the man wrapped in the cocoon.
Number eight.
"So fierce!"
Chu Ping didn't expect No. 7 to be so fierce, so he rushed forward without saying a word.
The black cocoon has not yet completely formed, but No. 7's machete has already struck down on the top of the cocoon. Even Chu Ping, who is farthest away from No. 8, can feel the pressure.
"it's over?"
Chu Ping looked at the changes on the field with some disbelief. In his heart, No. 8 should not be defeated so easily. After all, the instigator behind him has not yet appeared.
"The person behind No. 8 should be Yu Fei. Could it be that Yu Fei is here too?"
When Chu Ping thought of this, he thought of the nightmare she weaved for herself when she first met Jiang Qing. That was where the dream began.
"I don't know what Sister Jiang's expression will be when she sees Yu Fei. I hope she won't lose control and run away."
Chu Ping tightened the backpack behind him, as if he was afraid it would fall, and then touched the photo in his pocket.
"Since these two things entered this community, they have lost all trust. What use do you have?"
Chu Ping was lamenting the desolation of the world, and when the world was in decline, the situation on the field had changed. Number 7, who had a chance to win, flew out directly, and the machete fell directly in front of Chu Ping.
Chu Ping, who was unprepared to begin with, looked at the machete that was only a few centimeters away from his crotch, and felt a sense of fear in his heart.
"I almost became a eunuch."
His nose twitched, and a faint smell of blood emanated from the blade.
"There is still the smell of blood. How many people have been killed by this knife?"
Chu Ping did not dare to look directly at the machete and quickly backed away. He never expected that No. 7 would be defeated so quickly.
The scar on No. 7's face that ran diagonally across the entire cheek kept twisting, like a poisonous tongue entrenched on his face, constantly spitting messages at No. 8.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, you are indeed the person Xue Zhao likes. You really belong to No. 8, and you can hide it so deeply."
This should be the first time that No. 7 has called out his name. Chu Ping is very surprised. Does No. 7, a lunatic, care so little about his privacy?
"I'm not afraid of being scammed by telecommunications anymore."
Chu Ping was picking his nostrils and kept complaining.
No. 7 couldn't hear this anymore. There was a blazing fire in his eyes, which was the fighting spirit burning in his heart. The head made of red mist on his shoulders kept shaking, as if it was trying to escape from No. 7's shoulders.
It's like rushing down.
"This person is mine, is mine!"
The head made of red mist on No. 7's shoulders roared there, just as grumpy as its owner.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, let me pass Yin first."
Black silk threads climbed up from No. 7's neck, like an ivy, spreading up bit by bit from the base of the neck.
No. 7 showed a ferocious smile, and then walked towards Chu Ping.
Chu Ping was confused for a while, he was just a spectator, how could he provoke this lunatic?
But Chu Ping soon realized how wrong he was. No. 7 didn't look at Chu Ping at all, but just walked in front of him and pulled out the machete inserted in front of Chu Ping.
The light red mist seemed to have a vent, rushing towards the machete desperately. The machete trembled slightly. At this time, No. 7 looked like a killing god.
"Crazy, you are all crazy."
Chu Ping looked at No. 7 walking towards No. 8 and cursed unconsciously.
No. 7 seemed to have heard Chu Ping's complaints and turned to look at him. The contempt in his eyes could not be concealed at all.
"If one day the acting president feels that you are useless, you can come to me and I will let you try what it feels like to be a madman."
This was probably the craziest provocation Chu Ping had heard in a while, and it even made him feel like he was back in the police academy and being scolded by his third uncle.
"Xue Zhao? I remember you."
Different from No. 7's ferocious smile, Chu Ping's smile seemed very gentle and calm, as if these words were not meant to threaten anyone at all.
The changes on No. 8 continued, and the dark red mist wrapped the black cocoon in it.
No. 7 did not dare to be careless this time. The moment he was smashed away, he clearly saw that it was something hidden in the dark red mist that was responsible.
"Another one in red?"
Number Seven was not as reckless as he was at the beginning, but carefully observed the changing Number Eight.
"It seems that No. 5 has given you a lot of things. No wonder you contacted him and got involved."
When No. 5 was mentioned, No. 7's eyes were full of contempt, as if No. 5 was worthless in his eyes back then.
The long-necked weirdo behind No. 10 bent his head, and stared at No. 10 with his black eyeless eyes, as if asking if he wanted to help.
"The acting president will be ready soon. Our task is to ensure that nothing happens to the acting president."
Number 10's tone was still so indifferent, but Chu Ping seemed to have discovered another unusual thing.
"Why does the interviewer with the crying face look like he's in pain?"
Chu Ping knew very little about the strength of the Crying Face interviewer. He only vaguely remembered that when he was at No. 44 Xingfu Road, he had stopped the strange existence that escaped from Room 302. That was also the first time Chu Ping had seen it.
The existence of red clothes.
Later, after Jiang Qing was promoted to Redcoat, Chu Ping also compared them, and finally concluded that Jiang Qing had no choice but to run away from the crying interviewer.
Chu Ping was very clear about Jiang Qing's strength. She first swallowed Chen Feng's Nan in the bus company building, and then swallowed half of the heart made of the resentment of the entire building. Even in the red
Among the clothes, there is also a relatively fierce existence.
So you can imagine what kind of strength the crying face interviewer is.
But now, Chu Ping couldn't feel the strong sense of oppression from the crying interviewer. On the contrary, he was confident that with Jiang Qing's current ability, he could easily deal with the crying interviewer.
Then a bold idea came to Chu Ping's mind.
"This interviewer with a crying face is not the same person as the one I saw at No. 44 Xingfu Road!"
With such a guess, Chu Ping's expression gradually became interesting.
"The interviewer with the crying face is really good at playing. The interviewer with the smiling face never showed up. I don't know what that means."
Chu Ping clearly remembered that when he was at No. 44 Xingfu Road, he saw two interviewers. One was wearing a crying face mask and the other was wearing a smiling face mask. But now there are only crying face masks. Of course, this is not necessarily the case.
It's true, so where is the other smiley mask?
Chu Ping calmly took out the red background photo and placed it gently in the corner of the room.
"Act according to circumstances."
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