COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

The four dressed-up sneaky, sunglasses-wearing figures were silent for a long time.

In the end, Wei Que spoke first: "Why do you all learn to wear sunglasses?"

Wasn't the image of Brother Sunglasses his at first?

Bourbon and Scotland are usually not babysitters... Cough, don't they wear sunglasses when they are bodyguards?

Why are you wearing it now?

"Sure enough, a handsome guy like me will lead the fashion..." Wei Que said in a dashing tone.

So Bourbon and Scotland will follow him.

As for Negroni's sunglasses, Wei Que offered to let the other party wear them.

After all, sunglasses are also a good tool to hide your face.

The most prominent and most memorable part of the human face is the eyes.

"It's just because it's more convenient for sunglasses to block your face." Bourbon said coldly.

The only thing that can be used is sunglasses, who wears an eye mask for normal people? He is not the guy of Kaor, his eyes are obviously good, but he still needs to be wrapped with bandages, and it does not affect his vision.

Normal people can't see anything if they cover their eyes, and one eye can also affect the sense of balance.

"No need to explain, I won't listen." Wei Que stretched out his hand to stop Bourbon from continuing.

No matter what the other party says, it means that the other party is imitating his appearance.

"Want to fight as soon as we met? You **** with sunglasses." Bourbon laughed angrily.

"I don't mind if you think so." Wei Que moved her fingers.

Boxing champion, not afraid of close combat.

Scot and Negroni shook their heads, not making the slightest comment on their performance.

got used to.

"Bourbon, did you forget that everyone wears sunglasses?" Scotland reminded.

A **** with sunglasses, scolded all four people present.

Suddenly thinking of Bourbon who had scolded himself, his face was ashen.

"Pfft—" Wei Que couldn't help laughing.

It's a pity that in the game, you can't take pictures, otherwise, take pictures of Bourbon's expressions and share them with everyone.

"Okay, okay, it's like you're 20 years younger when you don't meet." Scotland's tone was helpless.

Twenty years younger, Bourbon and Vique, who are less than ten years old:…

Are Scotland talking about their schoolchildren?

"Where's the Bronx? Can you find him?" Scotland asked Negroni.

"I haven't been in touch yet." Negroni shook his head.

For the first time, he entered the restricted area of ​​life to play, and he did not add friends at all.

As for Fujiwara, Shi, and Negroni, he has also searched for these three IDs. Fujiwara does have them, but the other party's avatar... is obviously not the Bronx.

The player avatar is the face of the player's character in the game world.

The Bronx is quite satisfied with his own face, and it is impossible to change his face.

As for Shed and Negroni, no such person was found.

"Then let's look for him while playing games?" Bourbon threw the grenade he picked up on the road, smiling and teasing.

Of course he was talking about playing games—

killing game.

"Let's go." Wei Que turned around without hesitation.

The four of them walked in the same direction.

…

A man with long hair was crouching in front of a motorcycle that looked as old and damaged as the surrounding houses, earnestly repairing it.

The surrounding parts were scattered all over the place.

"I just said that it can still be used after a repair. The fuel in the house is really prepared for these cars." The tools kept switching in his hands.

Finally he got up, stood in front of the motorcycle he had successfully restored, and patted it hard.

After many years, the motorcycle finally made a sound again.

"Hey, you guys can repair cars, do you want to join us?" Six male players suddenly appeared and asked after glancing greedily at the repaired motorcycles.

"Join you?" The man who casually retrieved the tool from the toolbox looked at him with a casual and gentle smile.

"Yeah, as long as you provide us with a repaired car, our ghost adventure group will protect you..." As the voice sounded, there was another voice, and the gun in the man's hand was loaded.

Obviously, the other party is letting the person who just repaired the car choose to join or die.

"Of course I joined, we are all friends from the same camp!" said the handsome and casual man with long hair.

Put down the toolbox in his hand and walked towards the six members of the adventure group.

"Want to see the car I've fixed? Or try it." He offered an invitation very amiably.

"Then give it a try." The man in the adventure group who seemed to have the right to speak went to the motorcycle expectantly.

There is no vigilance against the very discerning guy who chooses to admit counsel.

He couldn't wait to reach out to touch the motorcycle, and he had already begun to imagine the future in his heart.

The scene where he killed and left on a car.

Until a burst of air sounded, breaking his fantasy and breaking his head at the same time.

A sharp stick was pierced through his left temple and pierced through his right temple.

The man opened his eyes and died on the spot.

"It's just for fun, I didn't expect you to actually want to touch my lover." The man with long hair looked at the motorcycle as if he was looking at his lover, his eyes focused.

"Kill him!" The other five raised their guns without hesitation and shot him. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

"The marksmanship is too bad—" The man's figure flashed and appeared in front of a player. He twisted the opponent's hand holding the gun towards the gun holder's own direction, and then led the opponent's finger to pull the trigger.

solve one.

"It's too slow." He reappeared behind the other player, smashing the back of the other's head with a wrench.

The third.

the fourth…

It wasn't until there were six more bodies on the ground that the man walked back to the motorcycle lightly.

As if nothing was done, he got on the motorcycle.

"I killed six people, and I'm actually on the list..." He finally opened the so-called Killer Player Ranking.

Then I saw my id in a position that was neither up nor down.

Autumn famous mountain bike god.

And the top ones, Crane, Sawada, Zero, and King.

A team of four.

The number of players killed is seventy.

The four familiar names made him touch his chin.

"So everyone is here..." He sent a friend request to the crane among them.

Then he looked at his id and fell silent.

Can the id be changed? He doesn't seem to have the same style as the others of the same period.

…

On the other side, Wei Que, who received the friend request, looked at the message that popped up with thoughtful eyes.

"Qiu Mingshan Bike God...this id..." His tone was complicated.

"Reminds me of a guy with good driving skills..." Bourbon also said in a complicated tone.

"Besides him, there is no other player who can call this id, so you should take the initiative to join our group of murderers." Scotland smiled, raised his foot on the corpse's hand, and said in a gentle voice.

They firmly occupy the first place in the murder rankings, and they have become well-deserved perverted murderers in the mouths of other players.