Ji Xiaoye, who was working as a back cook in the North District canteen, had no idea what was going on at Qi Jiu's side. After receiving the signal from the communicator, she immediately followed her previous plan and tried to control Qi Jiu in battle.

The success rate of manipulation mainly depends on the difficulty of achieving the event, the degree of acceptance of the manipulated object, and the other party's happiness value at the time, because Qi Chu took the initiative to hand over control to Ji Xiaoye, and Mr. Wei Wen, who had been sitting in the office for a long time, was overwhelmed.

With one click, the control process is very smooth.

It only took five minutes for Mr. Wei Wen to be beaten to the ground by Ji Xiaoye, who was controlled remotely, and Qi Zhu successfully gained control of the nursery.

For players who have strengthened their combat skills and their uniforms have not been modified, it is easy for ordinary people to set up NPCs. The difficulty lies in the restrictions placed on players by the rules. Normally, players cannot attack NPCs.

"How did that guy attack an NPC without being kicked out of the dungeon? It's impossible to circumvent the rules even by manipulating skills, right?"

"I don't know, but it's interesting, isn't it?" Ji Xiaoye smiled and shrugged.

While Gu Zhenzhen was chatting with Ji Xiaoye, she skillfully vented some gas in the liquefied gas tank.

In the previous dungeon, she had blown up the supernatural school building. The liquefied gas used as the incendiary material at that time was obtained through hard work by her and her teammates. In comparison, the steps to blow up the canteen this time were much simpler.

NPCs are also restricted by dungeon rules. During the dance, the doors to the cafeteria and the kitchen are unattended, which facilitates their movement.

In addition, there are dozens of liquefied gas tanks stacked in the small space door of the back kitchen, which meets the explosion conditions of "a limited space door gathers a lot of energy", which is simply the most ideal explosion environment.

After opening all the liquefied gas valves, the two ladies set up a small remote control next to the liquefied gas tank, then closed the windows and locked the large iron door, creating a sealed explosion environment.

After leaving the "explosion crime scene", the two ladies danced again at the ball. It was estimated that the liquefied gas had almost leaked, and it was Qin Rang's turn to appear.

"Fuck, it's so heavy. The rice cook must have thought that we were all just ricers." Qin Rang complained while trying hard to drag the item hiding belt. According to the plan, he quietly placed the leftovers prepared by Qi Kuu.

On the display window.

I don't know if his luck value was too high or the people who were immersed in the dance were too involved, but no one noticed his little move.

Until everything was ready, the three of them winked at each other. Qin Rang took a few breaths and finally let out a panicked scream: "Who, who the hell put food on the display window?!"

He directed and performed the scene very well. While yelling, he quickly took a few steps back, and his shouts instantly drowned out the music on the dance floor.

Because he had just carried more than ten kilograms of food, the young master Qin Rang was so tired that he was out of breath. There was also a hint of despair in his voice——

"Cardboard, there's food in the window!"

For a moment, everyone stopped and looked towards the direction of the sound with frightened faces.

The music on the dance floor continued, but the eerie silence had spread to the venue——

"Quick, run! Get out of the cafeteria!" Seeing no response from everyone, Qin Rang gritted his teeth, held in his breath, and rushed towards the cafeteria door like a frightened rabbit.

Panic is the most easily fermented and infected emotion. Qin gave in and everyone came to their senses instantly and rushed toward the door in panic.

After all, the first rule of the canteen is clearly written - "The dining time is from 12 noon to 1 p.m. and 4 to 5 p.m. The canteen does not serve meals at other times. If you see the window display during non-dining hours,

Dishes, please stay away from the canteen immediately."

In an instant, the originally orderly dance scene fell into chaos.

The evacuation of the crowd was very efficient. Seven minutes later, Ji Xiaoye confirmed that all NPCs had evacuated and exchanged glances with Gu Zhenzhen.

The two ladies quickly ran to an open area. The "guilt" of escaping from the crime scene wildly stimulated the secretion of adrenaline. They ran wildly and laughed like crazy like students who had made a prank, and finally stopped in the square area panting.

, looking at the North District Canteen standing in the night from a distance.

The brightly lit building was deserted.

"Good night." Gu Zhenzhen pressed the red button on the remote control.

"——Bang!"

The eardrum-piercing explosion sounded, and the ground shook violently, even the tall concrete walls surrounding the factory shook.

A sudden fire shot up from the direction of the North District Canteen, which was more dazzling and charming than the lights at the dance party.

The fire caused by the explosion burned raging, and the firelight illuminated the lifeless factory night, and also illuminated the surprised expressions on the faces of all NPCs.

Suddenly, the air filled with the smell of burning became humid, and white particles slowly fell from the night sky.

It's snowing, in this factory night that is burning like a doomsday.

*

Violent explosions resounded throughout the factory, which was Qi Ku's signal for action.

Mr. Wei Wen, who was beaten to a state of unconsciousness, huddled in the corner and looked at Qi Qiu who used the "Madam ID Card" with disbelief: "You, you, you...?!"

Qi Jiu stood in front of him on high heels: "You boss lady, didn't I tell you a long time ago?"

Mr. Vivian:……?

"I'm sorry," Qi Gu showed a kind and polite smile on his face, but he unceremoniously took out the nursery room permission card from Mr. Wei Wen, "I'll borrow this and I'll return it to you when I get the chance.

"

Mr. Vivian: "..."

He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak. He curled up into a ball and shivered, looking at the "Mrs." who was wearing a rose dress and stiletto heels with fearful eyes.

Through manipulation skills, Qi Kui used Ji Xiaoye's combat power to eliminate Mr. Wei Wen and successfully snatched the permission card.

At the same time, he discovered that the wife’s exposed skin was vaguely covered with deep and shallow bruises, which looked like injuries caused by frequent violent beatings.

Then, Qi Jiu used the authority card to open the door to the nursery, and stood in front of Mr. Bates as his wife.

Mr. Bates, who had been infected and turned into a ball of rotten flesh, was already unconscious. He struggled to open his eyelids and looked at "Mrs." with eyes that changed from confusion to fear, and finally became tinged with a hint of repentance. He repeated vague words in his mouth.

Words: "Yes, I'm sorry..."

Qi Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked condescendingly at the decaying Mr. Bates: "Why did you kill 'me' that day?"

"I didn't mean it on purpose...I have been punished...enough..." Mr. Bates's eyes widened slightly and he looked at "Mrs." with great fear.

"She is the devil... Rossetti is the devil... She is closer to evil than I am... This hell is their work." Mr. Bates began to tremble with fear.

Qi Ji captured the key information: "Them?"

Mr. Bates shook his head in confusion: "I was wrong, I was wrong that day..."

[You have triggered the memory fragment of Mrs. Bates’s death, and Mrs. Bates’s last memories of her lifetime will be loaded for you soon]

[Memory loading time gate does not consume survival coins]

In an instant, the time gate of the copy stopped flowing, and the Madam's memory fragments were forced into Qi Qiu's field of vision. It was a dimly lit room, and the howling wind made the windows rattle. Madam, with the help of the light, was

Carefully sew a mermaid doll.

On the back of the mermaid doll, the lady used needlework to embroider elegant italic words: To Rossetti - the mother who loves you.

At this moment, there was a sudden "bang" and the door was violently kicked open.

The lady was startled, and the needle tip pricked her finger unexpectedly, causing thin drops of blood to ooze out.

She turned around and saw Mr. Bates walking into the house drunkenly. In addition to the smell of alcohol, he was also mixed with the nauseating smell of decay. He looked like he had just crawled out of a mass grave.

"Sorry, I'm going to prepare hot water." Madam stood up in a panic. She was so absorbed in making dolls just now that she suddenly forgot that her husband had to take a bath immediately when he came back.

Mr. Bates' already ugly face turned even darker in an instant. He cursed extremely obscenely and habitually threw the wine bottle in his hand at Madam!

The lady's body shook violently, and she subconsciously avoided the thrown wine bottle. The glass fell to the wall and exploded to pieces. The unfinished wine splashed all over the room, and the unfinished stuffed doll was planted on the table.

He fell down and lay wet on the ground among broken glass.

The lady hurriedly put down her work and went to rescue the stuffed doll with great distress. It was a gift for Rossetti tomorrow night. She hoped that her daughter could have a good sleep on Christmas Eve holding the doll she had made by herself.

But her wish will eventually come true——

Mr. Bates kicked the soiled doll away before her, and then stepped on the lady's hand that was trying to pick up the doll.

The lady let out a short scream, and the glass shards shattered all over the floor. Her hand was stepped on the ground, and the small and sharp glass shards were embedded in the flesh, blood seeped out, and it was painful.

"It's because of Rossetti again! That annoying little girl!" Mr. Bates spat, and stepped on the doll again and again with his other foot like a vent.

"Don't look at me with that resentful and pitiful look. I can't help you conceive a child. You look down on me in your heart, don't you?!"

"You think I'm incompetent, don't you?!"

The lady looked at the badly damaged doll, her eyes moist. She never dared to resist the drunken husband, but tonight she got the courage from nowhere, so she clenched her fist and swung it at the husband's big belly.

The husband took two steps back after feeling the pain, and the wife immediately knelt on the ground and picked up the doll. However, the husband would never let go of the wife who disobeyed him, so Mou Zujin stepped forward and kicked the doll away.

The lady curled up on the ground, and a rain of punches and kicks fell on her. She did not reveal any pleading, but tightened her arms to hold the broken doll tightly as if grasping the last straw. The beating by the husband made her

It hurt so much that I could barely breathe.

The world was spinning for a while, and the wife was lifted up from the ground by her husband and smashed against the wall. There was a sharp nail on the wall. In an instant, the door nail pierced her forehead deeply, and blood continued to pour out from the punctured hole and flowed down her forehead.

Entering her eyes, her vision was occupied by moist bright red...

The color of blood fills all the blanks.

Immediately afterwards, the screen changed.

The smell of blood in the room brought Mr. Bates back to his senses for a moment. His wife was lying in the blood with her eyes closed tightly. He stepped forward and kicked her a few times and cursed a few more times. The wife held the rag doll in her arms, her eyelashes weak.

After fanning the floor a few times, he became completely motionless.

Mr. Bates finally panicked. He just picked up the phone and wanted to call the doctor, but the next second, his hand stopped dialing.

For a moment, his panic was taken over by greed and cruelty.
To be continued...