The information on the left has changed, and the number of lives harvested has become twenty.

At this moment, there was a sudden "ding" sound, and the number of harvested lives was increased by one, and the remaining survival time no longer showed a specific time, but became twenty days.

"Oh, I didn't expect that a car accident took the lives of twenty people. But if you don't die, I will die. I'm really...sorry." Ian muttered silently in his heart.

Looking at the grids on the right, there are some items, nine in total, including ropes, fruit knives, hammers, pistols, shovels, baseball bats, iron bars, and scissors. In the middle grid is a

The syringe, not only that, there is also a faint light around the eight grids next to it. Except for the pistol, which emits blue light, the others are all white light. As for the syringe, it has a green light.

Ian focused on the pistol, and the voice of the auxiliary system in his mind reminded: "The pistol can quickly harvest lives. Two death coins are needed to redeem it."

When he focused on the scissors, the auxiliary system prompted: "Scissors can easily hurt others. You need a death coin to redeem them."

When his attention was focused on the syringe, the auxiliary system prompted: "One drop of venom can kill an adult. Four death coins are needed to redeem it."

Ian secretly thought: Killing a person can increase your survival time by 24 hours, and you can exchange it for a Death Coin. It is such a loss to exchange these. It is better to kill the person and steal the money from him to buy things. But that

Venom is good.

After some calculations, Ian decided to exchange the venom syringe. The survival time immediately became sixteen days, which meant that within these sixteen days, he was safe, but in order to survive,

He has to keep killing people to extend his survival time.

"What the hell is this? Do we have to keep killing like this?" Ian thought angrily. This is a city with police. If he wants to kill someone but not be caught, the chance is probably too small.

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"Ugh..." Just as Ian closed his eyes and thought about something, suddenly a strange voice came to his face with a nauseating smell.

Ian couldn't dodge and was suddenly showered all over his head with something. He immediately got up and found two drunken young men crawling on the wall and vomiting.

"Ha, I didn't expect there was a beggar here." One of the men said with a dizzy smile.

The other person might have sobered up a little, pointed at Ian and said with a smile: "Hey, you have to pay us, otherwise you won't be able to leave here today."

Ian was a little worried and a little angry, and asked: "You vomited on me, didn't apologize, and asked me to pay you money?"

"The wine we just drank cost 20 US dollars. Now it's all on you. Of course you have to compensate us, hahaha..." As they said this, the two of them also felt that this reason was a bit far-fetched, so they tolerated it.

He couldn't help laughing.

Their laughter sounded like mockery to Ian's ears, which made him even more angry.

Perhaps it was Ian's angry expression or his clenched fists that also made the two men angry. A beggar dared to look at them. One of them took two steps forward and grabbed him.

Ian's hair slammed against the wall.

"Bang..." Ian's head hurt, and when he reached out and touched it, it was stained with blood. He could no longer restrain himself. He had been beaten and bullied when he was a beggar, and now he had escaped.

He was also bullied. He had already killed so many people anyway, so he didn't care about these two more.

Thinking of this, Ian hugged the man and threw him to the ground hard. His companion was already sitting on the foot of the wall and snoring. Although this man was not completely drunk, he was already drunk.

Because of his unsteady steps, Ian easily fell on him, holding his throat with both hands, not daring to relax at all.

The man's body kept struggling, his hands tore Ian's ragged cotton clothes, and his eyes showed fear.

If there had been a mirror at this time, Ian would have been frightened by his own expression. His eyes were wide open and veins were popping up on his forehead. At this moment, he was like a man possessed. He didn't think about the consequences at all and just wanted to

The man in front of me was killed.

With a "ding" sound, the sound in Ian's mind made him wake up instantly. Seeing that his hands were strangling a dead man's throat, he immediately realized that he had just killed a big man with his own hands.

living person.

This is different from those people he killed before, whether in the hospital or on the road. Although those people were also killed by Ian, Ian did not see the tragic conditions of those people before they died, but this one he

The fearful and ferocious expression of the person who was strangled to death was deeply imprinted in Ian's mind at this moment, and I'm afraid it will not disappear for a long time.

Ian was once again confused in his heart. If the previous killing was because he couldn't live without killing, then this reason was no longer valid this time, because he still had sixteen days, and after knocking this man down, he

He could have left completely, but he chose to kill him out of anger.

His body trembled, and he climbed down from the man. His hands and feet began to tremble uncontrollably, and the murder process began to replay in his mind over and over again. Ian's heart seemed to be twisted together, except for his eyes widening.

Apart from breathing desperately, there was nothing I could do.

After a few minutes, he finally came to his senses. Looking at the corpse on the ground, his first thought was to run.

"But..." Ian looked at the other person who was sleeping soundly by the wall.

"If I just leave like this, he will definitely call the police when he wakes up, and he might remember my appearance... It's better..."

Ian thought for a moment, and he was already a murderer anyway. Since he wanted to escape, he should kill this guy too.

Ian walked over carefully and took out the syringe. The liquid in the syringe looked very viscous. He was worried that if he plunged it in directly, he would wake the man up, so he took advantage of his mouth to open.

He squeezed in hard and then ran away.

Before he could even run out of the ten-meter-long alleyway, he heard a "ding" sound in his mind. He no longer had the courage to look back. He didn't even dare to pause, so he ran into the dark night.

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The wind and snow were very heavy that night, covering the bodies of the two men and Ian's footprints, which also made it easier for Ian to escape smoothly.

Ian didn't dare to stop once he left the alley, and he didn't have any destination. He just wanted to get as far away from there as possible until he was too tired to run.

Looking around, there were woods all around, and not even a single light could be seen. Just when Ian was hesitant to identify the direction, a train whistle came from not far away.

"By the way, I can hide on the train and get far away from here." Ian dragged his tired body towards the direction of the sound of the flute.

More than half an hour later, he finally saw the train. It seemed to be a forest farm. Maybe the truck he took was transporting the wood here, and then the train transported the wood from here to other places. Ian didn't have time to look at it and turned over.

He climbed over the fence, climbed onto a carriage, and got into the gap between the wood and the carriage.
Chapter completed!