During the rest room, Rijkald touched his neck and looked at the two black men beside him.

"What are you looking at! I'm going to stuff your head into py!" The black man named Tom was extremely irritable.

However, Tom's appearance was not fierce at all.

His whole body has turned into a cartoon little macho man, and his hairstyle has been solidified... His nose has been blurred, his mouth is opened and his mouth is pink, so he can't even see his teeth.

Only when you grit your teeth and scold you can you see a row of snow-white and bright teeth.

He was naturally extremely angry when he saw Rijkald. Not to mention on the list, this person appeared as the beginning again and again.

Just talking about him Tom, this guy wrote it.

Rijkald smirked, without justifying anything.

Tom, it was only when he heard that this guy was a gang member and had crippled people, so he wrote it on.

Of course, Rijkald was not trying to die because he was sure that Tom could not find him. He was not a particularly powerful person, but a gangster.

Conversely, when Tom knows the rules, is in a row, is irritable and has a gun, he may kill the next person who writes it.

In this way, he will make a profit and survive this round.

In each round, as long as someone dies first, it will not end randomly and directly.

But unexpectedly, things took a huge turn.

Franklin, whom Tom wrote, was caught by a mysterious institution, and learned the rules of the game through various methods, and used extremely magical methods to save them.

Rijkald touched his neck again, his head could no longer be taken off, and the originally bizarre part was perfectly integrated.

This is not the most bizarre. The most bizarre one is the cartoon little macho man Tom in front of him, and his painting style has changed.

It's simply not explained by technology, and it can't even explain magic. Cartoon man? What the hell?

"Stop quarrel, I didn't blame you... How could this be done without dragging people into the water? Now we have all saved it, why are you still struggling with this?" Franklin said a fair word.

Seeing this, Rijkald hurriedly said, "Well, if I don't do that, I will die."

Every time he is the first one. If he doesn't write about others, his mortality rate is 100%.

Although it hinders the rules and everyone is vague, they can understand what it means.

Tom hummed, with a slutty look on his face.

He was just angry and venting his slightest. If he blamed Rijkald, Franklin could blame him.

Everyone is like this, so don't blame anyone.

If you really want to say that you don’t write about others, it’s just that d-92933.

Thinking of this, everyone looked at the D-level personnel who were sitting in the corner eating and drinking, without any desire to chat with them.

They already knew that this man was a death row prisoner and should have been executed long ago, but because of the existence of death lists in the world, it was used as a test subject.

"Hey! Why can you still eat? Don't they give you food?" Tom shouted at the D-class staff.

Class D-class personnel looked up and grinned: "This kind of delicacy is not tired of eating because it is added with special spices. Usually in the cafeteria, I can only eat one portion. This time I will give you my blessing. If you don't eat the other three portions, I won't eat it in vain."

Rijkald looked at the steak on the table and didn't think there was anything special.

Then he asked, "You look relaxed, aren't you afraid of death?"

After eating, the D-class personnel wiped their mouths and said, "Who is not afraid of death? It is precisely because of fear of death that they should cherish every second of their lives."

As he said that, he took the teacup to the machine beside him and picked up a cup of black tea.

"Who are they? Do they often use you for experiments? Tell us." Franklin asked, who had seen this guy's enlightenment.

These people are full of curiosity about the Blue and White Society.

They were sitting in this death list to kill, and they couldn't talk much about the rules of the game, so they could only turn the topic to the Blue and White Society.

The only person present who is more familiar with the Blue and White Society is this D-level personnel.

The D-class personnel smiled and said, "I can't say who they are. In short, they are really saving you, so you don't have to think too much."

Speaking of this, he looked a little bitter and said, "I have experienced similar things many times. You guys are not very dangerous."

Tom said angrily: "Isn't this dangerous? It's just the four of us!"

He couldn't say much, but the meaning was very clear. There were only four people in this round, and the probability of death was one in four!

But the D-level personnel sighed: "To be honest, because of your affairs, I was transferred from another nearby experiment, which saved my life."

"Just in Nevada, there is a uncanny valley. No one has ever been in it so far, and I don't know how those people lost contact or died so far."

"In comparison, I clearly know the rules of this experiment, and I don't die immediately..."

"I was originally going to be sent into that uncanny valley, but fortunately, you guys have something to happen, so I can live a few more days..."

Everyone looked at each other in horror. It turned out that this man was going to a place where he was determined to die. He was transferred from there because the death list was discovered and he could be saved.

Just this, I just live a few more days. Can he be unhappy in such a life?

As he said, I can only cherish every second of my life.

"People must be strong, try it. The food from the chef of Lanbai Club is delicious." The D-level staff smiled and pointed to the steak that he had specially kept.

They went up and tasted it, and it turned out to be a spice that they had never tasted before.

"You don't look like a death row inmate..." Tom said. He actually killed people. Except for a few friends who also killed people, no one else knew about it.

The few powerful guys he knew were not savage and cruel, and they dared to kill people when they became popular. Looking at the D-level personnel in front of him, they didn't seem to have done big things.

D-class personnel laughed and said, "What kind of mentality explodes and hysteria is just accelerating their own death. Those who cannot face reality and cannot face people with strength are all dead."

Tom smiled disdainfully and said, "I mean, you are not like a ruthless person. Have you really killed someone? People who do big things must be cruel and ruthless. Instead of being as dull as you and thinking about living your life all day long."

The D-class personnel were stunned and laughed: "I know what you mean. I have seen many of the inherent image of the death row prisoners in your eyes, and there are also D-class personnel like that. But no matter how cruel the person is, he must be honest when he comes to the Blue and White Society."

"If you live here, you are not cruel and violent, but will to survive."

"The truly ruthless people I have seen are not ruthless to others, but to themselves."

"A person who can't be cruel to himself will not live long."

Tom was stunned, then rushed up and knocked the D-class personnel to the ground with a punch.

"What a bullshit to live, I'll step you under my feet now, what can you do?" Tom said disdainfully.

"Doctor! Doctor! I'm almost beaten to death by him!" The D-class personnel shouted with their heads in their heads and squatted at the defense.

Everyone was stunned, and then they heard the trumpet in the room saying: "Tom Ilwin, stop immediately, otherwise I will force you to calm down."

"Fak! Isn't he a death row prisoner? Just let him die, and all three of us can be saved!" Tom yelled.

"We must determine whether death can resist, he cannot die yet!" said the voice in the speaker.

"That……"

"Back to your seat, Tom Ilwin!" the doctor said coldly.

Tom cut, kicked the D-class personnel away, and sat on the sofa with a golden knife, cursing: "It turns out to be a coward. I thought you were a character! Hiding under your doctor's father's butt, crying! Fac!"

The D-class personnel didn't say a word, wiped their nosebleeds, squatted at the door and looked at them silently, looking like cowards.

Tom ignored him and just chatted with another black man, Franklin.

Franklin was actually angry that he wrote about himself, but he was worried that he was strong and chatted with him in a friendly manner.

Another two hours passed, Tom was picking up his cross necklace on the sofa to clean his ears. He found that after becoming a cartoon person, there were more earwax than before, but if he didn't, he wouldn't see it. He would be a big lump once he was...

He felt it was quite interesting, so he was bored to play with his ears.

Suddenly, my whole body shook and my ears were whispering bloody mist!

The blood mist was like a fire water gun, and it sprayed out more than three meters away, washing against the wall.

Not only that, bloody mist also erupted from his mouth and nose, venting like a torrent of steam. After a while, everyone around him was sprayed with blood all over his face and body.

On the sofa on the wall, there were also tiny blood beads that condensed after evaporation.

"Ahhhh!" Tom shouted as he looked at himself squirting out blood.

The two people next to him also looked at him in horror, especially Rijkald, who knew very well that what he wrote was blood evaporation, and Tom was dying!

Franklin also realized this and couldn't help but feel a little lucky, because no matter what the Blue and White Club did to Tom, whether he could save this person, at least he was fine.

"I'm not dead! Hahaha!" Tom jumped up in surprise. Although the blood mist was terrifying, he felt fine, as if he was just a small bleeding.

When everyone heard him shouting, he was ecstatic. Is the Blue and White Society so powerful? Resist the curse?

Turning a person into a cartoon, evaporating so much blood will not die?

Franklin was overjoyed and was about to say something, but suddenly he was shocked and covered his left kidney with his hands.

He said nothing, the others were still in ecstasy, but the D-level personnel were always observing them, and when they saw Franklin's instinctive action, they were shocked.

Then the D-class personnel shouted: "Doctor! Everyone will die again, stitch it!"

As he said, he grabbed his hair with both hands, held his head, pressed his neck, and went to the ground with his body.

The other three people don’t know why, Tom thought that this person is crazy?
To be continued...