Chapter 13 He... When Did He Get Close?

Black Mamba felt his body freeze instantly, a chill running down his spine and surging into his brain.

Before becoming a player, Black Mamba was a seasoned 996 elite programmer.

And a major characteristic of programmers is overtime.

Overtime, overtime, overtime, shining for the company, burning oneself, illuminating the boss's path to wealth.

Black Mamba's physical fitness was not good. After becoming a player, he didn't add points to constitution or strength.

Instead, he prioritized stacking his perception attribute to 9 points.

Coupled with the Code Insight Glasses, Black Mamba could anticipate any slight movement within a hundred meters.

This was the first time he had something stick to his back without him knowing.

"Do you like blue or red?"

As if not getting a response, the transvestite behind him impatiently asked again,

Dripping blood and yellow pus kept falling from the cracks in his lips.

Black Mamba turned around stiffly, tightly holding a Casio calculator, pointing the head of the calculator at the transvestite.

He thought about attacking immediately, but the frantic and violent aura emanating from the other person made him hesitate to act.

"No answer, huh?"

The transvestite tilted his head, quietly opened his mouth, and a tongue about half a meter long, shaped like a belt, rolled down from his mouth, dripping with viscous saliva, resting on the red cloak in front of him.

The sense of crisis escalated sharply. Black Mamba felt like he had fallen into an ice cave, his limbs and bones seemed to be frozen, unable to move at all.

Outside the teaching building, the Plague Doctor and Li Ang listened to the movement coming from the walkie-talkie and exchanged a look.

Even without seeing the movement inside the teaching building, they could understand that Black Mamba was probably encountering a paranormal event, and the situation was extremely critical.

Li Ang pursed his lips. He had previously collected urban legends from all over the world, one of which was quite similar to the situation he was encountering now.

There is an urban legend circulating in Japan, saying that some students, after school, will meet a strange person wearing a red cloak and a strange mask.

When he sees a student, he will ask: "Do you like red? Or do you like blue? Or do you like white?"

When a student answers that they like red, they will die in a pool of blood;

When he answers that he likes white, all the blood in his body will be drained;

When he answers that he likes blue, he will be thrown into the water and drowned;

In this urban legend, he is called "a", is a living person and not a monster, and has been harming children on their way home from school for many years, and has never been caught.

If you think about it carefully, you will find that this urban legend has no logic at all.

Collecting relevant information from the Internet, you can learn that this Mr. "a" is at best a headless and tailless story posted on the Internet by some idle netizens in order to attract attention.

After several transmissions, it eventually evolved into this strange tale,

There is no essential difference from the urban legend of the Slit-Mouthed Woman who likes to ask "Am I pretty?"

But in the Killing Game, urban legends can be transformed into real-life terrifying events,

But at the same time, you can't apply the set of urban legends to actual application.

Li Ang's mind raced, gently prying open the steel frame of the walkie-talkie and clamping it on the collar of his S.W.A.T. uniform, while he ran towards the wall of the teaching building.

He flexed his fingers, his ten fingers like eagle claws, firmly grasping the gaps in the wall bricks outside the building, climbing upwards,

While saying to the walkie-talkie: "Blue is the color of melancholy."

On the other end of the walkie-talkie, Black Mamba, whose body was frozen and unable to move, felt his heart pounding violently.

Just now, he seemed to have lost the opportunity to find a "way out" through speaking,

But the existence of the walkie-talkie allows Li Ang to answer on his behalf in the form of a "ventriloquist act".

"You like blue?"

The transvestite grinned, and because of the presence of the large tongue hanging down to his waist, his accent was slurred. "Very good..."

Before the transvestite could make any movements, Li Ang's voice came from the walkie-talkie again.

"Red is the color of the sun, the color of hope, symbolizing auspiciousness, joy, enthusiasm, and unrestrainedness. In many cultures around the world, red has the function of dispelling evil.

For example, the walls of ancient oriental palaces and temples are red, paper-cuts are also red, and a lot of red is also used in Western Christmas."

The transvestite waited for Li Ang to finish speaking, dragging his big tongue, looking at Black Mamba with unfriendly eyes,

"Then you like red."

Black Mamba subconsciously felt that no matter which color he {or rather Li Ang on the other end of the walkie-talkie} chose, the final outcome would not be good.

He tried his best to struggle violently, trying to use his finger to press the zero key on the Casio calculator in his hand,

While praying that this teammate, Li Risheng, who seemed to have some abnormal brain circuits, could be more reliable.

Li Ang didn't answer directly, but slowly said: "Blue symbolizes melancholy, but it is not just melancholy.

It's like not bringing paper in a silent and empty public toilet, and the phone battery is already dead.

You sit on the toilet, looking at the blue toilet partition, feeling a little melancholy, but in the melancholy, there is a hint of tranquility isolated from the world.

You, have understood."

What the hell! What is this all about?

Black Mamba's forehead was covered with black lines, and the transvestite in front of him seemed to be a little confused as well. After thinking for a moment, he asked fiercely: "...You like blue, very good, I want..."

Before he could finish speaking, Li Ang rudely interrupted him from the walkie-talkie,

"The sunrise reflects the river flowers, redder than fire; in spring the river water is as green as blue. Is the dispute between red and blue really that important? You must know that red and blue have always been a couple, either lilies or gays..."

Once Li Ang opened his chatterbox, he was so long-winded that the transvestite was stunned for a few seconds before he realized that the other party was making fun of him.

"If you don't choose, then let me choose a color for you..."

The man tilted his head back, his mouth opened to the limit like a snake,

At the same time, he grabbed his long tongue that was draped across his chest and yanked it hard.

Tear—

Blood splattered, but the transvestite didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and pulled the entire tongue out bit by bit.

He held the bloody tongue, like a Western cowboy waving a lasso, and slowly walked forward.

Black Mamba's three souls and six spirits were almost scared away. He struggled desperately, his index finger getting closer and closer to the zero key on the calculator.

However, the other party was much faster than him. Before he could press the button, the tongue covered with thick, smelly saliva was tied around his neck.

Tie, pull, yank.

Black Mamba felt a sharp pain in his throat, a strong sense of suffocation pressing on his brain, and the skin on his face turned as red as a cooked shrimp.

Someone, save me...

"Actually, I prefer blue."

Li Ang's voice came from outside the corridor railing,

In Black Mamba's remaining clear vision, he saw Li Ang, like a gecko, clinging to the wall and showing his head from outside the railing.

The system only stipulates that only one player can enter a building, but it does not stipulate that players cannot climb the walls.