Chapter 482 Random Death

"Where is your heart?" Mo Qiong asked in a deep voice.

The black man curled his thick lips, but could not say anything.

Mo Qiong asked a few more questions one after another, but he couldn't understand any of them.

However, he could read all the words on the paper.

"Rijkaard, beheaded... Nasus beheaded... Sines beheaded... Nasus is beheaded... Sines is beheaded... Nasus is beheaded... Sines is beheaded... ...Nasus is decapitated! There is still room later, but there is another line..."

The black man paused and continued reading: "Rijkaard is beheaded! Edward is beheaded... Avery, the heart is burst... Jones Locke, the brain is melted, and what follows is the brow you mentioned..."

"There is still room later, but another line has started...Rijkaard has his head cut off!"

After twenty names in a row, he read: "...William, the lungs were torn... Johnson, cut in half. There is still room after this, so let's start another line."

"Continue, Rijkaard beheads..."

Followed by a dozen more names.

In this way, he read about one hundred and eighty names in a row before finally talking about himself.

"Rijkaard, decapitated...Tom Irving, blood evaporated...Matthew Franklin, heart scorched."

Franklin was the black man in front of him, and the list ended there.

Mo Qiong and Gou Ye looked at each other, what is this, a curse record?

"Writing who will die?" Mo Qiong said, but shook his head.

Mr. Gou also shook his head and said: "No, otherwise Rijkaard would have died several times. I don't think it's the same name. This guy's head is decapitated every time. It's more like a reset."

"This involved a total of more than one hundred and eighty people, among whom Jones Rock was the big drug lord."

"But it died in a strange way, with its brain melted?"

Jones Rock was clearly divided into two thousand parts, but it just says Brain Crush.

If you think about it, being divided into two thousand parts should be a kind of public execution, maybe for breaking some rules.

"It seems to be a kind of solitaire. This Rijkaard is the starting point. After the round is over, it starts from him again." Mo Qiong said.

"Death Solitaire? Each round has a different maximum number of passes. Whoever happens to be the last one will die?" Mr. Gou said, glancing at the black man.

Franklin looked at the white paper blankly and didn't give any reaction.

Mo Qiong frowned and said, "It could also be time. When the time comes, whoever the list is passed to will die."

Franklin remained indifferent, but asked: "Who are you?"

Mo Qiong casually took an FBI ID and said, "Someone who can save you."

"Really?" Franklin was stunned and said, "You can lift the curse?"

Gou Ye said: "Not now, can I hypnotize you?"

After hearing this, Franklin was not nervous at all.

Seeing this, Mr. Gou couldn't help but hypnotize him and wanted to get some information.

However, unexpectedly, under hypnosis, Franklin's memory of this piece of paper suddenly became blank, and he had no idea what to ask.

Master Gou frowned and released the hypnotic state. Franklin's expression changed, as if he remembered the rules again, and became a little irritable again.

"Do you know?" Franklin asked, rubbing the white paper.

Gou Ye shook his head and said: "If you lose your subjective judgment, you will immediately forget everything about it. These things must be said voluntarily by you."

Franklin shook his head and sneered, how could he say such a thing?

Master Gou thought for a while and suddenly threatened: "Tell me the rules, or I will destroy you now."

Franklin's face changed drastically, and he suddenly became violent. He did not dare to attack, but rushed out of the door to escape.

Master Gou grabbed him and threw him back on the bed like a little chicken.

Franklin was horrified by his power and thought he was dead. He cried loudly: "Aren't you FBI!"

Gou Ye took out the certificate from the Russian intelligence agency and said, "Sorry, I lied to you."

"No! No!" Franklin looked at Gou Ye's gun, almost crazy, but he backed away desperately on the bed.

Mo Qiong curled his lips and said, "It seems like he really can't say anything. He has been reminding us before, so I'm afraid he has tried his best."

Upon seeing this, Mr. Gou put away his gun, took out his FBI ID and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm just kidding, actually I'm still the FBI."

Franklin's mouth twitched, looking confused.

Mo Qiong asked: "If you tell me... you will be divided into two thousand parts, right?"

Franklin pursed his lips and said nothing.

Gou Ye and Mo Qiong looked at each other. It seemed that the people on the list could not tell the rules of the game, but could give some hints.

If you take the initiative to say that you may die, but if you are controlled by hypnosis, you will forget the relevant content.

It's a complete dead end.

Mo Qiong said: "Take him away first."

"Find a way to find everyone on the list, especially Rijkaard!"

At Gou Ye's request and comfort, Franklin finally held the white paper and followed them.

If there are only names, it is not easy to find everyone on the list. After all, there are too many people with the same name.

And the scope is probably the whole world.

However, Rijkaard is probably the best to find, because we start with him every time.

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"Smart Mouse 3534, jump on that piece of paper." Gou Ye said.

In a Blue and White Company warehouse where Franklin was temporarily housed, a wise mouse climbed onto the table, ate a piece of biscuit, and then lay down on the white paper.

Franklin looked at the mouse in surprise and heard the mouse squeaking.

He didn't know that this was the language of the wise mouse, and what he was talking about was the blank space on the paper.

"What? No words?" Gou Ye frowned and had no choice but to ask another D-class personnel to come over.

The D-class personnel walked into the warehouse and were ordered to sit across from Franklin.

"Pick up the piece of paper and read the content on it." Gou Ye said.

The D-class personnel took a deep breath, looked at Franklin opposite, and asked: "Say something, please."

Franklin looked at him blankly and said nothing.

The D-class personnel gritted his teeth and reached out to pick up the white paper.

But nothing happened. He looked at the white paper over and over again and said in surprise: "Nothing was written on it."

Seeing this, Mo Qiong said to Master Gou: "It seems that only the people named on the list can see the words."

Mr. Gou nodded and said, "Franklin, please write his name. Well... just behead him."

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 the name, Franklin did not feel relieved at all. It seemed that he had passed it on to someone else, so it did not mean that everything would be fine. .

The D-class personnel didn't know anything, so they felt extremely uneasy and looked very nervous.

After Franklin finished writing, the piece of paper instantly disappeared from his hand, appeared in front of the D-class personnel, and slowly floated down.

The D-class personnel hurriedly caught the paper, looked at it intently, their expressions changed a bit, and then they breathed a sigh of relief and actually laughed.

"Why are you laughing?" Franklin asked in disbelief.

After he just read the list, he knew the rules of the game, but he was scared to death.

This thing was extremely weird and definitely not a joke. At that time, he almost went crazy with anxiety, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him, who was called a D-class personnel, breathed a sigh of relief and became happy!

The D-class personnel smiled: "It's much better than I thought..."

Franklin said in shock: "Is this okay?"

Mo Qiong said: "The horror he experienced is beyond your imagination."

Franklin was puzzled and wondered, Are these people specialized in solving this kind of... things that seem like demonic curses?

"Write down Intelligent Mouse 3534." Mo Qiong said.

Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel who had been relieved just now turned pale and looked at Mo Qiong pleadingly.

"No? Only for humans?" Mo Qiong frowned.

Gou Ye said in a deep voice: "Then there is no other way. You know, tell me the rules or you will be shot."

The D-class personnel froze there with tears streaming down his face, looking at Master Gou in despair.

Franklin was startled. Master Gou had made this joke to him before, but it was a joke after all. He was just checking the reaction to see if he would die if he said it.

Now that these people know that they will die if they say it, they actually force this so-called D-class personnel to say it. It seems that it is not a joke at all.

"Okay...I understand." The D-class personnel said hoarsely.

Franklin was first surprised and then delighted. This man was willing to try the law, so he was naturally happy. Although I said it would be divided into two thousand parts, I have never seen it with my own eyes.

Even though this piece of paper is extremely weird, the state of my heart at this moment is as if it is controlled by a demon, but if I say it, I will not die.

If the man in front of him can verify this for himself, he will better understand what predicament he is in.

Unexpectedly, Mo Qiong said: "Forget it, he might die before he can finish his sentence."

Gou Ye shrugged and said, "But we must know the information."

Mo Qiong looked at the D-class personnel seriously and said, "You are also experienced. Find ways to alert us about its intelligence."

The D-class personnel was overjoyed and looked at Mo Qiong gratefully.

He thought carefully and said, "Give me a knife."

Mo Qiong threw his short knife over without saying anything.

I saw the D-class personnel grabbing the knife, putting it on his neck, and swung it hard.

The short knife passed through his neck like cutting tofu and cut out from the other end. There was not even blood on his neck, and the D-class personnel's expression remained unchanged.

Mo Qiong and Gou Ye understood it immediately.

"You can't cut off your own head?"

After hearing this, the D-class personnel held his head with both hands and took off the head directly.

There is a white paper-like film at the fracture. It seems that it is not that it cannot be cut off, but that it will not die if it is cut off. You can do whatever you want.

"It has already happened..." the D-class personnel said, holding his head.

Mo Qiong realized that this sentence contained a huge amount of information, including the fact that Franklin's heartbeat might have stopped.

Beheading and scorching the heart are all things that have already happened. When they saw their names and the way they died, their heads had been severed and their hearts had been scorched.

However, the containment protects them from death.

Decapitation and burning do not affect their survival.

A very strange characteristic that puts them in a state where they cannot be killed by the same method of death again.

Immunity to single death.

But until when?

There is no doubt that they will die sooner or later, but the time has not come yet, otherwise Franklin would not feel fear after understanding the rules. Their lives may only be temporarily stored in the containment.

Mo Qiong felt that he probably understood that everyone whose name was written would be killed once. But when it comes to contained objects, sometimes ‘killing’ and ‘killing’ are two different things.

They have all been killed by the containment objects, but they are not dead yet because it is not their turn to die yet!

As for how to take turns, it is most likely random.

"This kind of death relay should be that after a random time, the containment suddenly cancels the protection of the last person." Mo Qiong said.

"Then the first person will almost never die, because in order to survive, he must pass it on to others." Gou Ye said.

The D-level personnel bowed his head and said nothing, struggling a lot.

Seeing the two people say this, he suddenly stood up and grabbed Mo Qiong.

"What's wrong?" Mo Qiong asked.

The D-level personnel stared at Mo Qiong's eyes, picked up the pen tremblingly, and then suddenly broke the pen and threw it far away.

"I won't write." The D-level personnel said with tears streaming down his face.

Mo Qiong was stunned, and his brain was spinning wildly.

At the same time, Franklin was anxious instead. He rushed over to pick up the broken pen, stuffed it into the D-level personnel's hand, and roared: "Are you a fool?"

However, the D-level personnel threw the pen again, even pushed the white paper away, and said firmly: "You don't understand!"

Franklin widened his eyes and punched him fiercely in anger.

Mo Qiong instantly restrained him, pressed him back to his seat, looked at the D-class personnel and said, "Are you sure you don't want to write?"

"Sure!" The D-class personnel held his head and wiped his tears on his chest.

Mo Qiong smiled and said, "Thank you, I understand."

The D-class personnel will not give up their chances of survival, but at this moment, they are determined not to pass it on, which is to remind him: I don't have to die if I don't write.

On the contrary, Franklin was very anxious, but he just called him a fool.

In other words, Franklin may only die.

"It's obvious that it's a random turntable! Everyone in the chain may die, not necessarily the last one, but everyone may die. So when Franklin wrote down other people's names before, he was still in a heavy mood and didn't feel relieved." Mo Qiong said.

Gou Ye nodded and said, "So the longer the chain, the smaller the probability of each person."

"From this point of view, the stupidest thing is that in the first round, these two people should know each other, and it seems that they are fighting, writing each other crazily... In fact, everyone should add new people to share the probability, so as to increase their own survival rate as much as possible."

The D-class personnel smiled, that's right.

Except for fools and the daring ones, most people would not not spread it.

As a D-class personnel, he said before that he would die, not to mention being shot to death, which can be said to be 100% certain to die.

And Mo Qiong gave him a glimmer of hope, which is better than 100% certain to die for D-class personnel.

At this moment, there are only four people in the latest round of the chain. They are Rijkaard, Tom, Franklin and him.

The chain stopped at this point, so the mortality rate of each of the four of them is 25%.

For others, this is simply a brain-dead behavior, the mortality rate is too high, one in four, what if he dies?

So Franklin was extremely shocked and angry. But he didn't know that this was nothing for D-class personnel. Even if it was 99%, he had to fight for that glimmer of hope.

Let the members know as much as possible, and save himself.

But Franklin was furious and cursed: "Are you going to save me like this? I will complain to you FBI!"

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