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

The black man slapped his big thick lips, but couldn't say anything.

Mo Qiong asked several questions one after another, but he didn't know about it all.

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

"Rijkaard, decapitated...Nethers decapitated...Hiens decapitated...Nethers decapitated...Hiens decapitated...Nethers decapitated...Hiens decapitated...Nethers decapitated! There is still time behind, but there is another line..."

The black man paused for a moment and continued to recite: "Rijkald's head off! Edward's head off...Eli, heart burst...Jones Rock, brain melts, and then what you said is brow..."

"There is still time for you, but another line starts... Rijkald's head is cut off!"

After twenty consecutive names, he read: "...William, his lungs were torn...Johnson, cut in half, there is still time to come here, and another line will start."

"Continue, Rijkald cut off his head..."

There are more than a dozen names behind it.

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

"Rijkald, cut off...Tom Ilwin, blood evaporated...Matthew Franklin, heart burnt."

Franklin is the black man in front of him, and the list ends here.

Mo Qiong and Mr. Gou looked at each other. What is this? Is the curse record?

"Who is writing about who died?" Mo Qiong said, but shook his head.

Mr. Gou also shook his head and said, "No, otherwise Rijkaard should have died several times. I don't think he has the same name and surname. This guy has his head off every time, which is more like a reset."

"This involves more than 180 people in total, of which Jones Rock is the big drug owl."

"But its way of dying is wrong, and the brain melts?"

Jones Rock was clearly divided into two thousand copies, but it was just written on the brain.

If you think about it carefully, it should be a public execution, perhaps because of a violation of some rules.

"It seems to be a kind of collar. This Rijkald is the starting point. After the round is over, it starts from him." 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.

I saw Franklin staring at the white paper in a daze, without any reaction.

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

Franklin remained indifferent and asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Qiong casually took a FBI ID and said, "The person who can save you."

"Really?" Franklin was stunned and said, "Can you lift the curse?"

Mr. Gou said, "Not now, can I hypnotize you?"

Franklin was not nervous at all when he heard this.

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

However, unexpectedly, Franklin, in a hypnotic state, suddenly became blank in all the memories of this piece of paper and was unaware of it.

Mr. Gou frowned and relieved his hypnosis. Franklin's face changed, as if he had thought of the rules again, and became a little irritable again.

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

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

Franklin shook his head and sneered. How can he say such a thing?

Mr. Gou thought for a while and suddenly threatened: "Tell me the rules, otherwise I will collapse you now."

Franklin's face changed drastically, and suddenly suddenly rose up. He did not dare to attack, but instead grabbed the door and tried to escape.

Mr. Gou grabbed him and threw it back to the bed like a little chicken.

Franklin was shocked by his strength and thought he was dead. He cried loudly, "Aren't you fbi!"

Mr. Gou took out the Russian intelligence department's certificate and said, "Sorry, I lied to you."

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

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

Seeing this, Mr. Gou put away his gun, took out his fbi's ID and smiled, "Don't be nervous, I'm just kidding you, I'm still fbi."

Franklin's mouth twitched, and he looked confused.

Mo Qiong asked, "If you said... it would be divided into two thousand copies, right?"

Franklin pursed his lips and said nothing.

Mr. Gou and Mo Qiong looked at each other. It seems that the people on the list cannot talk about the rules of the game, so I give you more tips.

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

It's a complete deadlock.

Mo Qiong said: "Take him away first."

"Find a way to find all the people on the list, especially this Rijkaard!"

Under Mr. Gou's request and comfort, Franklin finally followed them with a blank piece of paper.

If you only have a name, it is not easy to find people on the same list, after all, there are too many people with the same name and surname.

And the scope is probably the whole world.

However, Rijkald is probably the best thing to look for, because it starts with him every time.

...

"Smart Rat 3534, jump on that piece of paper." Mr. Gou said.

In a Blue and White Club warehouse where Franklin was temporarily housed, a wise rat climbed onto the table, ate a piece of biscuit, and lay 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 Zhishi, but he said that there was a blank space on the paper.

"What? No words?" Mr. Gou frowned and had to let another D-class personnel come over.

Class D personnel walked into the warehouse and were ordered to sit opposite Franklin.

"Pick up that piece of paper and read the contents on it." Mr. Gou said.

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

Franklin looked at him in a daze and said nothing.

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

However, nothing happened. He looked at the blank paper over and over again and said in surprise: "Nothing was written."

Seeing this, Mo Qiong said to Mr. Gou: "It seems that only those who are famous on the list can see the words."

Mr. Gou nodded and said, "Franklin, please write his name. Well... just cut off your head."

As he said that, he told the black man the real name of the D-class person and gave him a pen.

Franklin got the pen and wrote down the names of the D-level personnel without hesitation. However, Mo Qiong noticed that after writing the name, Franklin did not feel relieved at all. It seemed that it was passed on to others, and it was not okay.

The D-class personnel knew nothing, were extremely nervous and looked very nervous.

After Franklin finished writing, the paper instantly disappeared from his hands, appeared in front of the D-class personnel and slowly fell.

The D-class personnel hurriedly took the paper and looked at it carefully. Their face changed a little, then they breathed a sigh of relief and actually laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" Franklin said incredibly.

He just finished reading this list and knew the rules of the game, but was so scared that he was very scared.

This thing is extremely weird and is definitely not a joke. He was almost crazy at that time, but he didn't expect that the person called D-class personnel in front of him would breathe a sigh of relief and be happy!

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

Franklin said in shock: "What's wrong?"

Mo Qiong said: "The horror he experienced is something you can't imagine."

Franklin was puzzled and thought that these people were just trying to solve this kind of... curse like a demon?

"Write the Wisdom Rat 3534 on it." Mo Qiong said.

Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel who had breathed a sigh of relief just now turned pale and looked at Mo Qiong begging.

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

Mr. Gou said in a deep voice: "Then there is nothing you can do. You know, tell the rules, or be shot dead."

The D-class personnel were crying and froze there, looking at Mr. Gou in despair.

Franklin was shocked. Mr. Gou also joked with him before, but that was a joke after all. He just confirmed the reaction to determine whether he would die if he said it.

Now these people already know that they will die if they say it, but they even forced the so-called D-level personnel to say that it seems that they are not joking at all.
To be continued...