"Where's your heart?" Mo Qiong asked solemnly.
The black man pursed his thick lips, but he couldn't say anything.
Mo Qiong asked a few more questions in succession, but he didn't know anything.
However, he could read all the words on the paper.
"Rijkaard, decapitated … Nessus decapitated … Heens decapitated … Nessus decapitated … Heens decapitated … Nessus decapitated … Heens decapitated … Nessus decapitated! There's still time, but another line has been created … "
The black man paused for a moment before continuing to read, "Rijkaard decapitated! Edward decapitated … Allie, heart burst … Jones Locke, brain melted, and then there's the bro you mentioned … "
"There's still time, but another line has been created … Rijkaard decapitated!"
After twenty names in a row, he read, "… William, lungs torn … Johnson, waist cut. There's still time here, but another line has been created."
"Continue, Rijkaard decapitated …"
There were more than ten names after that.
In this way, he read about 180 names in a row before he finally reached himself.
"Rijkaard, decapitated … Tom Irwin, blood evaporated … Matthew Franklin, heart burned."
Franklin was the black man in front of him. The list ended there.
Mo Qiong and Lord Gou looked at each other. What was this? A curse record?
"Who dies?" Mo Qiong said, but shook his head.
Lord Gou also shook his head. "No, otherwise, Rijkaard would've died several times. I don't think it's because of the same name. This guy is decapitated every time. It's more like a reset."
"This involves more than 180 people in total. Among them, Jones Locke is that drug lord."
"But there's something wrong with how he died. Brain melted?"
Jones Locke was clearly divided into 2,000 parts, but it was only written that his brain was crushed.
Thinking about it carefully, being divided into 2,000 parts should be a public execution, perhaps because some rule was broken.
"It seems to be a kind of connecting dragon. This Rijkaard is the starting point. After a round, it starts from him again," Mo Qiong said.
"Connecting dragon of death? There's a different upper limit for each round. Whoever happens to be the last one dies? "Lord Gou said as he glanced at the black man.
Franklin stared blankly at the white paper, not giving any reaction.
Mo Qiong frowned and said, "It could also be the time. When the time is up, whoever the name list reaches will die."
Franklin remained unmoved. Instead, he asked, "Who are you people?"
Mo Qiong took out an FBI ID and said, "Someone who can save you."
"Really?" Franklin was stunned. "You can remove the curse?"
Master Gou said, "Not now. Can I hypnotize you?"
Franklin was not nervous at all when he heard this.
Seeing this, Master Gou couldn't help but hypnotize him, wanting to get some information out of him.
However, to his surprise, Franklin, who was under hypnosis, suddenly had no memory of this piece of paper. He knew nothing about it.
Lord Gou frowned. Franklin's expression only changed after the hypnosis ended. He seemed to have recalled the rules again, and he became a little irritable again.
"Do you know?" Franklin asked as he rubbed the paper.
Master Gou shook his head and said, "When you lose your judgment, you will immediately forget everything about it. These things must be said by you voluntarily."
Franklin shook his head and sneered. How could he say something like this?
Master Gou thought for a while and suddenly threatened, "Tell me the rules, or I will kill you right now."
Franklin's expression changed drastically. He didn't dare to attack, and he wanted to run out of the door.
Master Gou grabbed him and threw him back to the bed like a chick.
Franklin was shocked by his strength and thought that he was going to die. He cried out, "Aren't you FBI?!"
Master Gou took out the ID of the Russian Intelligence Department and said, "Sorry, I lied to you."
"No! No! "Franklin looked at the muzzle of Master Gou's gun and almost went crazy. However, he kept backing away from the bed.
Mo Qiong curled his lips and said, "It seems like he really can't say it. He has been reminding us before, and I'm afraid he has already tried his best."
Master Gou put away his gun and took out the FBI ID again. He smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, I'm just joking with you. Actually, I'm still a FBI agent."
Franklin's mouth twitched. He was dumbfounded.
Mo Qiong asked, "If you say it … you will be divided into two thousand pieces, right?"
Franklin pursed his lips and didn't say anything.
Master Gou and Mo Qiong looked at each other. It seemed that the people on the list couldn't talk about the rules of the game. They gave more hints.
If he took the initiative to say it, he might die. If he was hypnotized, he would forget the relevant information.
It was a dead end.
Mo Qiong said, "Let's take him away first."
"Find a way to find everyone on the list, especially this Rijkaard!"
Under Master Gou's request and appeasement, Franklin finally pinched the white paper and followed them.
If there were only names, it wouldn't be easy to find everyone on the list. After all, there were too many people with the same name.
And the range was very likely to be the whole world.
However, Rijkaard was probably the easiest to find, because he was the starting point every time.
…
"Smart Rat 3534, jump to that paper," Master Gou said.
In a Blue and White Society warehouse that Franklin was temporarily placed in, a smart rat climbed onto the table. After eating a biscuit, it lay down on the white paper.
Franklin looked at the mouse in surprise and heard the mouse squeak.
He didn't know that this was the language of a smart rat. It said that the paper was blank.
"What? No words? "Master Gou frowned and had to ask another D-class personnel to come over.
The D-class personnel walked into the warehouse and was told to sit opposite Franklin.
"Pick up that paper and read the contents on it," Master Gou said.
The D-class personnel took a deep breath and looked at Franklin desperately. He asked, "Say something, please."
Franklin looked at him in confusion and didn't say anything.
The D-class personnel gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up the white paper.
However, nothing happened. He looked at the white paper over and over again and said in surprise, "There's nothing written on it."
Seeing this, Mo Qiong said to Master Gou, "It seems that only the people on the list can see the words."
Master Gou nodded and said, "Franklin, please write his name. Hmm … just cut off his head. "
As he spoke, he told the black man the real name of the D-class personnel and gave him a pen.
Franklin got the pen and wrote down the name of the D-class personnel without hesitation. However, Mo Qiong noticed that after writing down the name, Franklin didn't feel relieved at all. It seemed that passing it to someone else didn't mean that everything was fine.
The D-class personnel did not know anything. They were extremely nervous and nervous.
After Franklin finished writing, the paper disappeared from his hand and appeared in front of the D-class personnel. It slowly floated down.
The D-class personnel hurriedly caught the paper and looked at it. His expression changed a little. Then, he heaved a sigh of relief and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Franklin asked in disbelief.
When he saw the name list and knew the rules of the game, he was scared half to death.
This thing was extremely strange and definitely not a joke. At that time, he was so anxious that he almost went crazy. However, he didn't expect that the D-class personnel in front of him would be so relieved and happy!
The D-class personnel smiled and said, "It's much better than I thought …"
Franklin said in shock, "This is still good?"
Mo Qiong said, "The horror he experienced is something you can't imagine."
Franklin didn't understand. He thought, 'Are these people here to deal with this kind of … curse-like thing?'
"Write Smart Rat 3534 on it," Mo Qiong said.
Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel who had just heaved a sigh of relief turned pale and looked at Mo Qiong pleadingly.
"I can't? Only against humans? "Mo Qiong frowned.
Master Gou said in a low voice, "Then there's no other way. You know, tell the rules or be killed."
The D-class personnel's face was full of tears. He froze and looked at Master Gou in despair.
Franklin was shocked. Master Gou had joked with him about this before, but that was a joke after all. He was just checking his reaction to determine if he would die if he said it.
Now, these people already knew that he would die if he said it, but they still forced the D-class personnel to say it. It didn't seem like they were joking at all.
"Okay … I understand," the D-class personnel said hoarsely.
Franklin was shocked at first, but then he was happy. This person was willing to test the rules, so he was naturally happy. Although he would be divided into 2,000 parts, he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.
Even if this piece of paper was extremely strange, and his heart was currently in a state where it was controlled by a demon, what if he wouldn't die if he said it?
If this person in front of him personally tested it, he would also understand what kind of predicament he was in.
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong said, "Forget it, he might die before he can finish a sentence."
Master Gou shrugged and said, "But we must know the information."
Mo Qiong looked at the D-class personnel seriously and said, "You have experience too. Think of a way to give us information about it."
The D-class personnel was overjoyed and looked at Mo Qiong gratefully.
He thought seriously for a while and said, "Give me a knife."
Mo Qiong threw his knife over without hesitation.
The D-class personnel grabbed the knife, placed it on his neck, and swung it horizontally.
The knife actually went through his neck like cutting tofu and came out from the other end. There wasn't even blood on his neck. The D-class personnel's expression didn't change.
Mo Qiong and Master Gou immediately understood.
"You can't chop off your own head?"
Hearing that, the D-class personnel held his head with both hands and directly took it off.
There was a paper-like layer of membrane around the cut. It seems that it wasn't that he couldn't chop it off, but that he wouldn't die even if he did.
"It's already happened …" the D-class personnel held his head and said.
Mo Qiong realized that this sentence contained a lot of information, including the fact that Franklin's heartbeat stopped.
Their heads were cut off and their hearts were burnt to a crisp, both of which had already happened. When they saw their names and the way they died, their heads were already cut off and their hearts were burnt to a crisp.
However, the anomaly protected them from death.
Neither their heads nor their hearts were affected by their deaths.
It was a very strange characteristic that kept them in a state where they wouldn't be killed in the same way again.
They were immune to a single death.
But when would it stop?
Without a doubt, they would die sooner or later, but the time wasn't right yet. Otherwise, Franklin wouldn't have felt fear after knowing the rules. Their lives were most likely only temporarily stored in the anomaly's hands.
Mo Qiong felt like he understood something. Everyone whose name was written on the paper would be killed once. But in front of an anomaly, 'killed' and 'killed' were two different things.
They had already been killed by the anomaly, but they weren't dead yet because it wasn't their turn to die yet!
As for how their turn would be, it was most likely random.
"This kind of Death Connecting Dragon should be when the anomaly suddenly removes its protection on the last person after a certain time" Mo Qiong said.
"Then the first person would almost never die, because in order to live, he would definitely pass it on to someone else" Lord Gou said.
The D-class personnel lowered his head without saying anything, clearly struggling.
Hearing them say that, he suddenly stood up and pulled Mo Qiong back.
"What's the matter?" Mo Qiong asked.
The D-class personnel stared straight into Mo Qiong's eyes, shakily picked up the pen, then abruptly snapped it in half and threw it far away.
"I won't write it" the D-class personnel said with tears streaming down his face.
Mo Qiong was stunned, his mind quickly turning.
At the same time, Franklin was panicking. He rushed forward to pick up the broken pen and stuffed it back into the D-class personnel's hand, shouting: "Are you an idiot?"
But the D-class personnel threw the pen away again, even pushing the piece of white paper away and resolutely declared: "You don't understand!"
Franklin opened his eyes wide and angrily punched him.
Mo Qiong immediately restrained him and pushed him back to his seat, looking at the D-class personnel: "Are you sure you won't write it?"
"I'm sure!" the D-class personnel held his head and wiped his tears on his chest.
Mo Qiong smiled: "Thank you, I understand."
The D-class personnel wouldn't give up on their chance to live, but at this moment, he was determined not to pass it on, reminding him: I won't necessarily die even if I don't write it.
On the other hand, Franklin was very anxious, but he only called him an idiot.
In other words, Franklin only had a chance to die.
"It's very obvious, it's a wheel of randomness! Everyone in the Death Connecting Dragon can die, not necessarily the last one, but everyone has a chance. That's why when Franklin wrote down someone else's name, his heart was still heavy and didn't feel relieved "Mo Qiong said.
Lord Gou nodded: "So the longer the Death Connecting Dragon, the smaller the chance of each person dying"
"From the looks of it, the stupidest thing was during the first round. These two people should've known each other, and seemed to be at odds with each other, frantically writing each other's names … In fact, they should've added a newcomer to each other, sharing the probability to increase their own survival rate as much as possible"
The D-class personnel smiled. That was indeed the case.
Other than idiots and daring people, most people wouldn't not pass it on.
As a D-class personnel, he had previously said that he would die. Even if he didn't get shot dead, he would definitely die.
And Mo Qiong gave him a chance to live. To a D-class personnel, it was better than having a 100% chance of dying no matter what.
At this moment, there were only four people in the latest Death Connecting Dragon. They were Rijkaard, Tom, Franklin, and him.
If the Death Connecting Dragon came to a halt, then the death rate of each of them was 25%.
To others, this was simply a stupid action. The death rate was too high. 25%, what if they died together with him?
Hence, Franklin was extremely shocked and furious. But he didn't know that this was nothing to a D-class personnel. Even if it was 99%, he had to fight for that chance of survival.
Letting the members know as much as possible was also to save himself.
However, Franklin was furious and scolded: "Is this how you save me? I'm going to lodge a complaint against the FBI! "
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