Weird Regulator

One step, two steps, three steps...

The hearts of the two living people in the room began to beat violently with the footsteps, which was a signal.

The door to the bedroom is getting closer and closer, and the murderous intention is about to be revealed, and now it has reached the final step.

Ji Li’s choice is to take action in advance!

He knew that Murong was already suspicious, so when he was on the verge of the last step, he suddenly threw his crutch against the wall and threw his whole body behind Murong!

At the same time, the thin rope between his hands was wrapped around Murong's neck with great precision, and he strangled it hard with both arms!

Ji Li suddenly turned around, clenched his fists with both hands and tightened the string in his palms, pressed it firmly on his left shoulder, turned his back to Murong's back, and bent his upper body!

He was using all his strength to tighten the rope around Murong's flesh. This was the most powerful position that could quickly suffocate someone to death.

Only the toes of Ji Li's right foot were on the ground. His whole waist was exerting force, but his ankle had already begun to tremble violently. It only took him a moment to realize his disadvantage.

Since he was lame, he could not maintain this posture until Murong died.

However, Ji Li's miscalculation was that he did not need to wait until death, but when the string was completely submerged in the flesh of Murong's neck, he could no longer hold on.

Murong's head was raised high in the air at this moment, and the huge pressure made his throat whimper, and the entire bones in his throat seemed to have been strangled.

The eyeballs are completely bulging, like a vertical goose egg, almost jumping out of the eye socket.

The face was too congested, and at the moment when the nerves were broken, Murong finally stabbed back with the knife in his hand based on vague intuition!

This knife penetrated directly into Ji Li's lower back!

Ji Li didn't seem to think that Murong could counterattack in this situation, or that he could counterattack so quickly and accurately.

The injury to his lower back completely shattered his original killing posture, his leverage point was destroyed, and along with it, his right leg could no longer support him.

His whole body went limp in an instant, and he collapsed face down on the ground, while Murong hit him on the back.

"Ahem!"

When Murong was on the verge of death, he finally got a chance to breathe, but the knife was stuck in Ji Li's lower back and he was unable to pull it out.

He just stretched his neck and breathed in the blood-smelling air, enjoying it very much.

It's a pity that his approach completely ruined the chance of further counterattack.

Murong was inferior to Ji Li after all.

Ji Li didn't even pay attention to the knife inserted in his waist at the moment. Instead, he firmly grasped the thin rope scattered on his shoulder again!

The wound on his waist was bleeding profusely with his exertion, but he felt no pain at all at this time.

The intense emotion of adrenaline when killing someone is the best anesthetic and stimulant.

As a result, another life was quickly extinguished in the palm of his hand!

Murong couldn't see Ji Li who killed him. He only knew that he had just regained his breath, but was snatched away again by the fatal string around his neck.

The human body's survival instinct came into play, and he began to grab back with both hands, pulling out long strands of hair, but these were useless.

The nails scratched the back of Ji Li's hand, leaving streaks of blood, which were also smeared on Murong's nails.

At this time, Ji Li regretted that he should not have chosen such a rough way to kill Murong.

Originally, he planned to strangle Murong quickly and then use his body to scratch Jiang Lin's broken arm, leaving behind skin tissue.

But now it seems that Murong is far smarter and more astute than he thought.

The mistake Ji Li made was to underestimate this newcomer and the will of living people to survive before death, so that he didn't even wear gloves when he killed this time.

This was a huge mistake, a mistake that shouldn't have happened to Ji Li.

So, what could be the reason?

But the fact is that Murong's strength was gradually disappearing, drained from his palms, and the thin rope strangled his neck with a scary red mark, which looked as if his head had been cut off.

But the hemp rope was far from that thin and slippery, so the torture it brought to Murong before his death was even more terrifying.

With eyes wide open, Murong died in Jiang Lin's room, lying on the ground with his arms loosened and spread on the floor.

Perhaps he didn't expect that not long ago, he used these hands to strangle Tassel to death, but now he also died of suffocation.

Before Murong died, he felt very regretful because that was not how the script was written.

That's not how Murong's script was written!

The time didn't match, the way of death didn't match, nothing matched, but he was already dead.

Ji Li reluctantly stood up from the ground, holding on to the wall unsteadily and breathing heavily.

After a long time, I fumbled with the script on Murong's body. As expected, these newcomers are still used to carrying scripts with them, after a brief reading.

He frowned, because Murong's script clearly stated that Murong strangled Liusu to death half an hour ago!

But why did Ji Li hear Liusu and Mei Sheng talking?

Now Ji Li, including himself, already has four scripts on hand.

The other three were Helan, Jiang Lin and Murong, and they all died in Ji Li's hands.

Ji Li stood in the room, which was filled with the smell of death. The smell of Jiang Lin's blood had almost disappeared, but an innocent soul had been added to the room.

He looked at Murong's body, pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it on the ground. Looking at the streak of blood, he sighed in his heart.

The words "utter failure" came to his mind. Ji Li could no longer wash away this kind of scene.

No matter how he explains it, he will inevitably become the only suspect.

Ji Li sighed, sat on the ground, flipped through Jiang Lin's script, and then looked at Murong's script.

Both of these are not sinful objects.

But then, he suddenly realized that there were some details in the script written by these two people that were not quite right.

I quickly looked through it carefully and found that in the second act, that is, at 6:37 in the morning on November 11, when everyone discovered Helan's body.

There is actually such a sentence in Murong's script!

Ji Li suddenly realized the key to the matter, the key to this mission. He was sure that this was definitely a clue to his way out!

He immediately got up from the ground, leaning on crutches, and returned to his room step by step with blood dripping, and took out his script from the ventilation duct.

The four scripts written by Helan, Jiang Lin, Murong, and Ji Li were placed side by side.

Ji Li's waist was dripping with blood, soaking the fabric of the sofa red, but he stared at his copy of the script.

He has been overlooking one detail. Even though it has been a long time since Helan's script was in hand, he has not observed this detail.

Now that the other three scripts were in hand, he suddenly discovered it.

It turns out that there are seven locks on the cover of Ji Li's script!

All the other clerk covers are just six locks!

What did this portend? Ji Li came up with a terrible conjecture, which was enough to overturn everything.

Almost at the moment when the hypothesis took shape in Ji Li's mind, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up, as if something finally had a chance to come to him!

A dark shadow slowly stretched out its hands and enveloped Ji Li's head.

The pores were blooming, and the black mist formed a thread and penetrated into his pores, blood vessels, skin, flesh, and bones.

Ji Li felt it, but could no longer hide it, but there was no worry at all on his face, worry about life and death, because its arrival confirmed that his guess was correct.

The moment darkness fell, he took out a handkerchief from his pocket and threw it into the crack of the sofa.

At the same time, a sentence echoed in my heart:

"This script turns out to be a horror script..."