Scream Queen

The third level of consciousness looks like a hall, but it is never empty.

When Zhu Weixin and the others realized, the lights in the hall turned on instantly, and the empty place became full of voices.

It turned out to be a casino.

Come on, this guy really has no shortage of eating, drinking, and gambling.

Zhu Weixin, they can see red-faced gamblers around every table here, they are holding chips in their hands, making crazy follow-up bets, and they are either excited or crazy for the result. In short, no one is normal. of.

Then in the next instant, Zhu Weixin and Lu Xiuci suddenly appeared in a VIP room out of thin air.

On the other side of the gaming table in the room, the target character has been sitting there as if waiting for a long time.

Zhu Weixin has observed the target person in the elevator. According to the guy's exaggerated and impatient body language and superficial and slow observation reaction, this kind of person will be a ghost if he really does anything at the gaming table.

Zhu Weixin has seen real gambling masters. No matter how inconspicuous they look, they always have a trait that people cannot ignore. Obviously, the target person does not have it.

However, here is his consciousness, everything is shaped by him, even if it is a waste, as long as it is properly conceived, it can still be an absolutely advantageous dealer.

Zhu Weixin sat on the opposite side of the gaming table and smiled: "What are you playing?"

The man slapped a revolver/gun on the table, ejected the bullets/clip, and poured out all the bullets/bullets inside.

Then picked up one of them, plugged it back in, and turned the magazine/clip.

Zhu Weixin understands that the other party wants to play Russia.

With six bullets/clamps, the only bullet/bullet lies in a random nest. Both players take turns to shoot/hit their brains, and whoever shoots the bullet/bullet loses.

Once you lose the gambling, you lose your life.

This is already the third level, and the damage created in the consciousness mirror is almost equal to reality.

If the opponent, as the master of consciousness, loses, it may not be a big problem, but Zhu Weixin's head is shot like this, and it is difficult to save the gods.

But obviously there is no room for them to choose in this game, because the other party has pointed a gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.

"Click!" The voice from the other side indicated that this shot was an empty clip.

A smile appeared on the other party's face, and then put the hand/gun on the table and swiped towards Zhu Weixin.

Zhu Weixin reached out to catch it, weighed the weight of the hand/gun with his hand, and then looked at the opponent.

The other side was expressionless, but Zhu Weixin just felt a slight tension.

He held the hand/gun in his hand, instead of pointing it at his head in a hurry, he made a gesture to disassemble the ammunition/clip.

The air in the entire room seemed to freeze for a moment, but the next second Zhu Weixin stopped this thought.

On the contrary, he smiled confidently: "Forget it, no one can do anything under my nose."

He re-holds the hand/gun, and the muzzle is aimed at his chin from the bottom up. If the gun is fired at this angle, the direction of the external ballistic is from the chin directly through the top of his head.

Then Zhu Weixin squeezed the trigger, and a gun/fire sounded, as if blood exploded on Zhu Weixin's head. His right hand dropped forcefully, and the man fell back on the back of the chair due to inertia, and his neck leaned back like a broken. , Looks like a dead body.

"Hahaha... idiot!" The person on the other side smiled triumphantly: "I am the Creator here. Who told you that the logic of reality applies here?"

"Do you think I really want to bet your life fair? The decent posture really bluffs you hahahaha..."

"I will empty the clip whenever I want, and I will have bullets whenever I want to."

"You know, except for the one I fired, none of the next five bullets are still in the gun. As long as I want to, they can disappear and appear at any time and change their positions."

I don't know where this person has such a strong narrative, and he can talk about a ‘corpse’ for so long. It is estimated that the reality is that there is no such cool thing to give him energy, and he is stunned in his own conscious world.

But suddenly, the target's sharp and complacent laughter stopped abruptly.

Because he saw Tuoli fall back to the back of the chair and his head raised, Zhu Weixin, who was damned staring at the ceiling, slowly raised his head.

His body also recovered its support, without the appearance of a corpse, looking at the target person in a strange way—

"Oh~~, this game is too exciting, I plan to slow down the rhythm after each round, I didn't expect to hear so many incredible rules in just a few seconds?"

"Your dealer is not doing very well, even if you count thousands, where can you tell me the fastest? Is it really okay? Have you ever opened a real casino? Is your casino okay?"

The target's face suddenly became extremely ugly, but he had actually driven.

But with his skills, he certainly couldn't do much. He secretly opened the underground casino several times, and two or three tables of old gamblers and punks every night.

It's really because of poor management, lack of agility, and lack of a keen sense of smell. I used to take the position of winning stably, but once opened and failed once, and suffered heavy losses.

The target person does not believe: "Why are you still alive? How is it possible? What tricks did you play?"

"Thousands of people actually ask others what tricks are they playing?" Zhu Weixin was amused: "Other people are so embarrassed and angry if they are not fooled by you?"

"This shameless theory is the first time I have seen it, and it is really breathtaking."

As he said, he put the hand/gun on the table and sneered: "You have a good potential for developing consciousness, but unfortunately you are an idiot. There is no thoroughness and rigor at all. The fraud is so obvious."

"What is the weight of the one with five bullets and the one with one? Can't you even consider this difference?"

In fact, this can't be blamed entirely on the other party. The target person is just a low-level gangster. Where did you see the real scene?

In his shallow common sense, would anyone easily detect such a subtle weight difference?

However, in Zhu Weixin's view, since taking other people's money to become a consciousness vault, he should continue to improve his own logic and make it more meticulous and advantageous under the rules that are beneficial to him.

That is, there are only the threats of three gold-fishing players. If it is just this guy, there is no way to find players to defend anything decently.

He stared at the target person with a smirk on his face: "According to the casino rules, Chuqian is arrested, but you have to chop your fingers."

A trace of fear flashed across the target's face, but suddenly remembered that this was his own place. Who could press him on the table with a knife and gesture with his fingers?

Thinking of this, he reduced the embarrassment on his face, but I don’t know if something like that really happened to his memory in reality. In short, when Zhu Weixin mentioned it, he was quite uneasy. .

Zhu Weixin didn't pursue this issue too much. He pushed the hand/gun towards the target person and slid the hand/gun to the opponent's hand.

"It's your turn." Zhu Weixin said.

The target person probably didn't expect this to happen, and the other party still wants to play with him.

He clearly knows whether there are bullets/bullets in the ammunition/clip, and where the bullets/pops are now is up to him.

No, this kid also used the evil method to get a shot in the head to survive. Those few people are right, this time the conscious thieves are different from usual.

Can't understand it with common sense, maybe the kid is digging a hole and waiting for him to jump.

But the game that has already started cannot be stopped. Thinking of the dominant force of consciousness, the target person feels a little relieved.

He picked up the hand/gun, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

"Click!"

The target person breathed a sigh of relief, confirmed that the other party could not play tricks at this point of his control, and smiled triumphantly at Zhu Weixin.

At the same time □□ was pushed over.

Zhu Weixin picked it up, and the displayed weight was obviously full again. He didn't care about it, so he aimed at the position just now.

After a gunshot, he didn't even pretend this time, and he pushed the hand/gun back as if there was nothing wrong.

This time, the target character is attentive to see how Zhu Weixin's tricks are playing, but the other party's actions in one go, let alone look at it, it feels like it ends before it starts.

If it weren't for the gunshot that couldn't be denied, he would suspect that the other party had just made an action, and then the hand/gun would return to his side and continue his turn.

The target person picked it up, and he was still thinking about it when he pointed it at his temple.

Then pull the trigger-

"Pop!" It's not an empty business, nor is it the sound of bullets or bullets. It's the sound of blood splashing from the head.

Unbelievable remained in the eyes of the target person until he died.

why? How did he do it? How do you put things in a hand/gun that only you can control?

The surrounding environment collapsed, and the third layer—the one closest to reality collapsed.

Lu Xiuci has been standing next to Zhu Weixin, knowing that he has opened a hole in his jaw and on the top of his head.

This guy's zipper ability, let alone Zhu Yang, Lu Xiuci also thinks it's quite easy to use in many cases.

He made a hole in his head, naturally no matter how many bullets pass through, he cannot cause actual damage.

And repeatedly shaking the opponent's will and attracting the opponent's attention is to make the opponent negligent at the moment of shooting.

It doesn't need to be too much, as long as the mental power is not too concentrated.

Zhu Weixin can't directly use consciousness to determine whether there is a bullet in the hand/gun, just like a hypnotist can't hypnotize a patient to directly give suicide instructions.

This is the opponent's home court. No matter how strong Zhu Weixin's mental power is, he must abide by the opponent's priority rules.

So what if it is not a bullet, but something else?

Others sound ineffective and remind people of things that are not connected with danger.

For example, ‘Bing’, under the premise that the opponent’s consciousness is not fully settled, he is slightly confused.

Obviously, the other party had just been filled with doubts about why Zhu Weixin was shot twice and was still alive. In his consciousness, the intruder could not be deeply wounded and could still jump around.

This hit the target person's confidence and doubted his own defense mechanism. Once the consciousness was shaken, the rest was simple.

When they arrived on the fourth floor, before they could stand firm, Zhu Weixin and Lu Xiuci were attacked frantically.

In this layer, it corresponds to the power desire of the target person.

Because Zhu Weixin saw that guy turned into a black/gang boss, and the moment he saw him, his face was grim, and he ordered countless little brothers to kill him.

It is estimated that this guy also understands that he can't support the wall in reality, so the desire for power is hidden in a deeper level of consciousness, much less obvious than the appetite/lust/desire that can be seen at a glance.

However, looking at the other person's appearance, it seems that the third layer of anger of being smashed to death still remains. This time, they are not given time to reflect.

Obviously, starting from this level, it is not the same level of danger as before.

Zhu Weixin finally realized that a scene of thousands of horses can be instantly transformed into his consciousness.

They escaped from the lobby at the beginning, and then saw that the whole city was full of people, wearing black suits and sunglasses, with a lot of cards.

These people are all holding weapons. It seems that the target person is not as unprofessional as Zhu Weixin thought. At least he is amazed by the types of weapons, which shows that he has done his homework.

The dense rain of bullets can't hide anywhere, turning out an intersection is a cement tanker whizzing past.

Only after avoiding the cement tanker, there were objects falling from a height before standing still, and countless steel bars poured down.

While Zhu Weixin adjusted his vigilance to maximum avoidance, he was only fortunate that Brother Lu didn't have to take care of himself.

Sure enough, occasionally looking back, he directly put his body into nothingness, and any physical attacks passed through him. The old **** was watching himself, just like the theater.

Zhu Weixin choked and was almost hit by an airdropped artillery shell. He jumped out of the range and was surrounded by hundreds of men in black.

However, only after setting up a posture to deal with these men in black holding guns, a plane slammed into the air again.

This chain of links, an overwhelming disaster, is simply too much than death.

Zhu Weixin realized that no matter how confronted outside is endless, it was just a waste of energy.

As a result, they moved in a row and wanted to find the target person. From this level, looking at the current situation, there was no accident outside, so it was just killing the target person and going on.

But the target person is not stupid, so naturally he won't wait for him to kill.

In a big city, he can go anywhere at any time.

It's just that Zhu Weixin is not a vegetarian either. He took out one thing, that is, the blood and brains spattered by the opponent after killing the target person at the upper level.

Zhu Weixin quickly collected some of his eyesight and hands when he left, just to facilitate the tracking of the next few layers.

He took out the child Zhang Cuihua, and put the veil stained with blood and brain flowers into her mouth.

The child Zhang Cuihua originally saw that the host gave her weird food again and wanted to be dissatisfied and protested, but at the entrance he tasted the favorite smell of blood and human flesh.

And the taste of her favorite brain flower, but unfortunately only a little bit.

The kid Zhang Cuihua didn't enjoy eating at all, with her mouth wide open and her mouth full of fangs: "Ah!!! Not enough, not enough, I still want to eat."

Zhu Weixin smiled: "No problem, it's in this city, but it's up to you whether you can eat it."

Child Zhang Cuihua gave out a weird giggle: "This is what you said."

She caught a man in black who had sneaked in, and bit off the other's head with a big mouth.

Chew twice and then spit it out with a ‘bah’: “No taste, such black clothes are tasteless.”

Then he smiled and said, "I know who has the smell."

Speaking of her, she stretched out the cute chubby palms with little fleshy flesh, and counted with her fingers: "Big brother has a smell, big brother-in-law has a smell, and two others have a smell, one of them is the hehe on the handkerchief~~~ "

Speaking of the last, the kid’s smile was grim and gloomy.

Zhu Weixin was not surprised to hear that there were two other human consciousnesses besides them.

These people in black are the army imagined by the target person, and they are not a real living consciousness. In Zhang Cuihua's mouth, it is naturally like chewing a lump of air.

The consciousness of the target character must be considered as one here, so the other one is probably one of the three gold players.

The death of the upper level should bring a great shake of consciousness to the target person, and fear and self-doubt will greatly reduce his home court advantage.

In order not to affect the next few layers, in this layer, Zhu Weixin must not be allowed to make a major blow to the target person.

Otherwise, their advantages may disappear.

Of course, it is not ruled out that other people hiding here want to find out. In short, the hidden person Zhu Weixin is directly judged as the enemy.

"Let's start then." Zhu Weixin said.

The child Zhang Cuihua jumped into the sky excitedly: "Eat meat!!!"

Small kids rushed faster than they heard Erha who was cooking.

Zhang Cuihua was also repaired by Zhu Weixin before entering the dungeon, because she could not hold back and almost cannibalized in the real world.

However, the children are obsessed with nature, and they have one thing to say. Although Zhu Weixin dislikes this stuff in various ways, the tacit understanding between master and servant is still very good.

The child Zhang Cuihua flew in front, not worried about anything hitting herself at all, Zhu Weixin followed her one step away to help her clear the way and sneak attacks, so that she could move forward without any obstacles.

When Lu Xiu followed, I had to say that this kid was going all the way, and he was fighting against fierce gold-fishing players. The customs clearance style has matured.

It's really good, just like his sister.

Zhang Cuihua flew all the way to the front of a building, and pointed inside: "It's inside—"

Without saying anything sharp, the building exploded.

It turned out that Zhu Weixin controlled a cannonball that was about to fall in front of them, and used the teleport ability to directly move the cannonball into the building.

Zhang Cuihua's child was heartbroken: "Big brother, what are you doing?? My meat, my meat~~~"

She said that her entire face was in tears.

Zhu Weixin said: "Children always eat raw food badly, and the roast tastes better. You smell it, is the meat still there?"

Sure enough, the child's nose twitched and smelled, clapped his palms and rushed forward, Zhu Weixin didn't stop him.

But the next second, Zhang Cuihua's body was smashed out. The facts taught her that the child should not be too greedy.

Zhu Weixin hugged her, stood in the air and patted the ashes on her big flowered jacket, and coaxed: "Look, you can't pull the eight cows back after you say that you don't see delicious food."

"If a child wants to eat something, an adult must agree to know, don't you? Or run into a bad person? Or be bullied? Isn't that a disadvantage?"

The kid Zhang Cuihua cried loudly: "Meat, I want to eat meat!!"

Lu Xiuci's mouth twitched when he heard the conversation between the two of them. Fortunately, this kid was able to coax the raw man-eating imp as a kid, which was like his sister.

At this time, a figure flew out of the building. It was one of the three gold-fishing players who had been seen in the elevator before.

As soon as the man came out, seeing the faces of Zhu Weixin and Lu Xiuci, he smiled slyly——

"Oh! It turns out that it's you two little white faces, but we look down on others, disrespectful."

"That's not true. In fact, it's just blindness." Zhu Weixin smiled and said: "Brother's looks and temperament can be ignored even if he stands in front of him. Isn't he blame others?"

Then he said: "I guess you are the most powerful of the three, right?"

Zhu Weixin smiled, and an Edman alloy long knife appeared in his hand, rushing towards the opponent: "Otherwise, he won't be pushed to the fourth floor to save the field."

"Because the fifth and sixth levels are to be foolproof, you can no longer let the consciousness subject be spiritually shaken at this level."

"You talk too much." The opponent popped out a pair of animal claws, seeing that the nails were also extremely sharp metal.

Zhu Weixin didn't pay any attention to it, and still looked like he could do nothing to pay for his life--

"But in this case, why don't they just go down and stick to the fifth and sixth floors? If you kill me on this floor, the reward will go to you. As profit-oriented players, what are they doing?"

"Obviously not doing it, but still only let you down, why? Because they don't think you can stop me, stop any invading players."

"Do you know how useless you are in the eyes of those two? Strictly speaking, your strength has been strengthened here, but I have been weakened."

"Shut up, bastard!" I know my own business, and the group of gold-fishing players follows the law of the jungle——

Of course, this rule applies to all players, but the group of gold-fishing players is more straightforward and cruel.

This player naturally knew that in front of those two people, his own strength was lower and deserved to be called.

But how can this be reconciled? Being yelled at by a little white face made the other person angry.

But the gap in strength is the gap. The consciousness subject of the upper level has suffered a major impact, and the blessings that this level can give to friendly forces are also limited.

What's more, Zhu Weixin also shouted to Zhang Cuihua: "Cuihua, let's enter the meal."

Zhang Cuihua screamed in excitement, and her small body rushed in like a cannonball.

The wall was smashed directly by her, and the rain of bullets couldn't hinder her pace. The target person in front of the French window looked at such a strange-looking ghost doll with a strange head and body, and suddenly urinated.

He quickly imagined a protective shield to protect himself, but unexpectedly the ghost doll gnawed a gap in the protective shield just like gnawing an egg.

She smiled sharply: "Uncle, your protective cover has been made too many times. Any one I have gnawed on is harder than this."

This is true. Zhu Weixin often asks her to analyze messy things. She has analyzed a lot of the principles of the energy shield in different technological backgrounds.

Naturally, I don't pay attention to the stuff that such a guy with limited imagination conceived.

"Ah!!!" screamed from the building, and the overwhelming consciousness theme could no longer create any convenience for gold-fishing players.

Zhu Weixin lifted the knife at a tricky angle and slashed the gold player severely.

He wants to escape, but he can't help it. If he evacuates from the beginning, he might still have a chance.

Zhu Weixin moved behind him in an instant, slashed across him, and the gold player was cut in his waist.

In the actual box, one of the gold players shed blood from the seven orifices, and then lost his vitality.