Incorrect usage guidelines for the magic perimeter

10:37 p.m., the secret room on the bottom floor of the cruise ship.

There are no eye-catching treasures or antiques in the secret room. There is only a huge, specially customized container standing in the light of the emergency lights. Layers of cold hoarfrost covered the iron shell of the container, and the entire room The temperature is at least five degrees lower than the outside world.

The lives and deaths of those who fell to the ground in sevens and eights are unknown.

Judging from the random bullet marks on the wall and other signs, the group of people who were originally hiding in the secret room were attacked for some unknown reason, and it turned into the current hell scene.

Nikolai, a Russian with flaming eyes and a double-barreled shotgun in a fur coat, limped from a broken leg among the dead and wounded.

One of his bodyguards [Winter Hammer] was lying in a pool of blood, the black hammer was broken, and his unbelievably terrified face before he died was still frozen at that moment.

Another strong man with a Caucasian dog head who was also a bodyguard was directly pierced by the damaged steel bar of the hull, and the blood flowed along the bursting steel bar. He died because of the lack of timely treatment.

But what worried Nicholas most was his eldest son Vika, who was now in a coma among a pile of corpses.

"Crack...knock..."

There were footsteps in the darkness.

Nicholas pointed his gun in that direction and shouted sharply, "Who is there!"

With a strange smile on his face, the visitor finally walked under the illumination of the emergency lights.

It was a thin black-haired young man, even though it was not yet winter, he was still wrapped in a black cloak and fur hat.

"I'm here to save you, Mr. Nicholas." Dostoevsky said kindly, as if he didn't see that the heavy and huge-caliber gun could directly smash himself into a sieve if it fired.

"Oh?" Nicholas wiped the blood from his face and sneered, "Young man, how are you going to save me?"

"It's very simple, Mr. Nikolai, it's not difficult for you at all - just open the door of the container behind you."

There is a comprehensive unlocking system on the door of the container, which gathers a series of unique information such as fingerprints, sound waves, passwords, pupil membranes, ear patterns, etc. Only Nikolai himself can open it...or there is only one way to unlock it violently way out.

The light of the emergency light above his head was so pale that it reflected a bit of coldness on the face of Nicholas, a bald and strong man.

"That's it..." He nodded, "I just want to know who leaked the news around me."

"At this point, are you still testing me?" Dostoevsky smiled slowly, "As expected of a well-known financial oligarch in our country."

"Well, I will satisfy your curiosity. Do you know Anatoly Petukhov Mirnowsky?"

A flash of anger flashed in Nicholas' eyes. He guessed in advance that an insider leaked information, but he never expected that it was his daughter's assistant and the second-in-command in the archaeological team!

So he said in a deep voice, "Of course I know it! It's just...even if you bribed that scumbag Anatole, how would you know that this container will be on this ship?"

"Ah, I think this is the guidance of fate." The young Russian pretended to draw a cross on his chest, even though God didn't bother to bless people like him, "We received the news half a year ago, but Have been waiting for the excavation of [Chernobog] to be completed before planning to do it-but since you brought it up for a secret auction, then we will not be respectful."

I even know the names of things...

Nicholas was terrified of this person's ability to detect intelligence, and he immediately realized that this guy in front of him was likely to be an important part of the chaos on the cruise ship tonight.

Can't keep this guy!

So he opened his mouth and was about to say something to fool the other party, but Dostoevsky said with a smile as if he had mind reading skills: "If I were you, I wouldn't think that way."

Nicholas' pupils shrank sharply!He pulled the trigger without hesitation!

"boom!"

The loud sound of gunfire echoed in the empty and tall secret room. The two people looked at each other for a few seconds, and finally the blood-stained person fell to the ground first.

"I told you not to do this, you middle-aged people just like to force it." Dostoyevsky, who was clean and still standing where he was, pretended to be helpless.

It was Nikolai himself who fell.

However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out from the pile of corpses, and the bloody secretary Gleb got up tremblingly. The hellish scene in front of him and the meaningful smile on that person's face made him shudder. trembling.

It turned out that Gleb didn't know what method he used before, but he was mixed in the pile of corpses and kept pretending to be dead!He is also one of the insiders of the leader of the "Rat of the House of Death"!

"Good job, Mr. Gleb." The Russian praised his compatriots.

"I..." Secretary Gleb said tremblingly, "Mr. Vladimir, I have fulfilled many of your previous requests one by one: creating team conflicts, secretly spreading biochemical poison gas, killing boss Nikolai's gun. Hands and feet... I have done all of these! What you promised me..."

Using contradictions to affect the negative shadows of people in the team, biochemical gas is used to make mercenaries hallucinate and kill each other, and finally tamper with the shotgun to cause it to explode.

All this is the "credit" of the seemingly innocent and harmless secretary Gleb.But he was just a pawn, a pawn that Dostoevsky held fatally.

"Of course, no problem, I am the most trustworthy person. Now there is only one last step left to solve your embezzlement problem!" Dostoyevsky said as he took the mercenary at his feet. He pulled up a gun and threw it to the other party, "——kill the father and son."

"Only by killing them can your secrets and sins be hidden in darkness forever."

He said it lightly and even full of a sense of lightness and joy in life, as if it was no different from going to the vegetable market to buy a fish and then killing it.

But Gleb stared at him incredulously, and the gun in his hand was never so heavy.

Although he deliberately provoked conflicts in the team with words, secretly instigated some differences between Vika and his father's ideas, and indirectly killed many mercenary security guards with poison gas... But those are all "indirect"!

Do you understand the word "indirect"?Just not doing it himself - so he has a clear conscience!The guy who actually killed those people was someone else!He felt like he hadn't killed anyone!

But now, Dostoyevsky had ripped off the last shroud of shame in his heart so violently that Gleb was too ashamed to believe what he had done before.

"Okay... okay..." Gleb replied tremblingly, "I'll kill them..."

Just as he had done in the self-defense course earlier, the secretary, who was said to have never killed anyone, pulled the trigger hard.

Bang bang bang!

Metal shell casings fell to the ground one after another.

Fresh blood also fell to the ground drop by drop—Gleb, whose chest was blown apart, collapsed without a sound.

"Ah, I like this smell." Dostoevsky closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the air mixed with gunpowder smoke and blood, and finally showed a happy smile on his face, "What a guy with a short memory. "

Really, how dare he point the gun directly at him?

Gleb could tamper with Nikolai's gun, but he, Dostoevsky, couldn't?

——What's more, at the last moment, Gleb was targeting him.

People's hearts, it's so easy to guess...

The weak Russian stood among the piles of corpses, staring at the huge red container and the layers of hoarfrost in front of him with flickering eyes.

Now no one can stop him.

If the information is correct, there are traces of the existence of that power in it...

This exciting thought came to the man's mind, which made him take two steps forward.

"It was amazing! I was so moved that I was about to cry!"

A voice suddenly sounded behind him, so frightened that Dostoevsky almost accidentally fell into the pile of corpses.

He turned around slightly annoyed, and found a thin black-haired young man in a sand-colored windbreaker walking out of the darkness.

"You are..." Although he had never met before, Dostoevsky quickly recognized who this person was, "One of the former cadres of the port mafia in Yokohama, Japan, Osamu Dazai?"

"Ham, it's not worth mentioning, it's not worth mentioning!" Dazai waved his hands as if to repel flies, and put on an expression that was a bit embarrassed by the praise, "Your Excellency is indeed [Majin] Fyodor... ...The whole calculation is really eye-opening!"

Dostoevsky looked at the man with exaggerated movements and tone expressionlessly: "Oh? I heard you were so moved that you wanted to cry?"

"You heard it wrong!" Dazai's tone was extremely lively, as if he didn't see the corpses scattered across the ground between the two, "I'm right—I'm so touched that my appetite is whetted!"

Russian: ...

Hell appetite whetted.

Osamu Dazai seemed unaware of the impatience and killing intent of the person in front of him, and continued to ask: "By the way, I still have a question for you, Fyodor! May I ask if you usually listen to Hardbass?" This kind of music?"

——It’s Russian-specific electronic music, often found in Russian country rock scene, such as Mao’s hardcore like “It’s so hi, I feel like my life has reached its peak” and “I want to take you home with the flower in my heart” hi song.

So Dostoyevsky was as cold as an ice sculpture, "...In China, I usually listen to Tchaikovsky and Shostakovich's music more."

"Shostakovich?" Dazai cheered, "I love his symphonies! His harmony design is very distinctive, and the monologues with many melodies are even more meaningful..."

At the same time, in the cubicle outside the secret room, California Qingguang was squatting on the ground and conducting wiretapping work.Since the secret room here was originally a huge space jointly remodeled by several warehouses, a small security compartment was specially set up outside the door. There are beds, computers, music players, and kettles inside... Unfortunately, the owner of this room has already passed away. gone.Except that the black blood on the ground seemed to reveal some bad news.

Fu Sangshen, who had black hair and red eyes, was wearing earphones and recounted the conversation between the two of them word by word for Shibukawa Yoshi who was resting in a chair. Finally, he couldn't help complaining: "Mr. Dazai, why is he talking so much nonsense?"

"He's... procrastinating..." the girl replied panting.

"Oh! Understood." Qing Guang said hastily, for fear that the master would be tired of saying a few more words.

Shibukawa Yao was able to speak!

An empty, faintly honey-scented bottle next to the music player is the key.

Demon hunters often encounter a variety of highly poisonous outbreaks in their bodies. Sometimes, if the situation is really critical, they can drink a potion called "white honey".

This potion will instantly empty out all the previously accumulated toxicity in the body.Of course, the various buff bonuses that come with it will also disappear.

When Dazai came here all the way with her on his back, and found various traces of firefights along the road and the fact that the closer to the secret room, the more corpses, he hid her in this small nearby after considering the particularity of her current body. In the cubicle, California Qingguang was specially left to protect her safety.

But halfway through, Yao Shibukawa suddenly realized that he was carrying an antidote?Quickly gestured to the two of them to help her with her eyes... Dazai actually wanted to go over to help her, but he mainly wanted to know what other interesting things were in the pocket besides the alchemy potion, but was forcefully stared at by California Qingguang. Forced to go back.

So Osamu Dazai could only look aggrievedly at the half-dead Shibukawa Yao who was pouring honey-flavored soda, with meanings such as [envy], [want to take a sip] in his eyes.

But not long after the girl drank the white honey antidote, she had the strength to speak—although she still jumped out word by word, it was enough to make the two of them happy.

So when he got outside the door of the secret room, Dazai vowed that he would go in first to find out what treasures are in Kangkang... Cough, I was wrong, to see if there is any potential danger inside!Call them in when it's safe!

Apparently, he's talking all kinds of shit with some very insecure Russian guy.

The author has something to say: Da Zai: Do you know Russian-style soil shaking?Do you listen to hi songs?Can you swig vodka?Can you winter swim?Can you beat a brown bear with your bare hands...

Lao Tuo: The reason why my neighbor lived to be 100 years old before passing away normally is that the secret of longevity is that he never meddles in other things, especially things involving me.