Right on Target: Chapter 34 excited

Jiali got off the elevator and went straight out. It was windy and windy outside, and a jeep was parked. Jiali got into the car neatly, and said to the person in the driver's seat: "It really is you."

Sen leaned on the steering wheel and looked back at Jiali.

There were explosions and gunshots on the third floor, but the guards in the trading place seemed to be dead. Jiali guessed that Sen was helping, because he was the only black market splicer who had a close relationship with the big boss of the trading place.

Sen has a beard and is a muscular man: "Wipe your blood, the road will be difficult for a while, I'm afraid I won't have a chance to look you in the mirror again."

Jiali picked a few pieces of glass from her forehead and cursed. She picked up the towel prepared in the car and wiped the blood. With her fingers connected to her heart, she frowned in pain: "How do you run?"

"Let's drive," Sen said.

Jiali heard the sound of the aircraft, she grabbed the car window, leaned out half of her body, and saw the flying lights flickering in the distance in the heavy rain: "What about the cat?!"

Sen started the car, he turned around in the rain: "Never mind, let's run first."

Belle said, "But Guard Dog's—"

The third floor suddenly exploded again, with waves of fire and thick smoke billowing. The floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides were completely scrapped, and the broken glass was blown off by the airflow, and fell with the raindrops. Jiali had to shrink back to avoid being hit.

The siren blared on the other side of the road, all armed groups. Sen stepped on the accelerator and reminded: "Sit tight!"

Jiali sat back and pulled up her seat belt.

The car flew away like an arrow.

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Su Heting removed the magazine and threw it into the fire together with the gun. He kicked Axiu away, and struggled to reach for a bottle of wine from under the sofa.

Viper's limbs were cold, and he sat there crying loudly.

Su Heting opened the wine, knelt down in front of Viper, touched Viper Xuxu, and said nonsense: "Happy birthday to you in advance."

Viper bent down tremblingly, facing the blood on the floor, shouted uncontrollably: "You killed me too!"

Su Heting raised his head and drank most of the bottle with a "gudong gudong", and was so hot that he became a plane's ear. His face was wrinkled, and he felt a fire in his throat: "...Why should I kill you? I won't kill you."

Viper's whole body was shaking non-stop. He raised his still-moving hand, grabbed his hair in despair, and said with fear in his eyes, "Please...please...kill me!"

Su Heting tilted his head to see his expression: "No, you haven't sent a message to Wei Da for me. Take heart, Viper, you will see your real boss later."

Viper looked at Su Heting through his fingers, and shed two lines of tears in a daze. After a while, his expression turned ferocious: "I was wrong, Su Heting, you are so ruthless, you are much more ruthless than us. You lunatic...you are too abnormal..."

Viper was ordered to protect Wei Zhixin, now that Wei Zhixin is dead, but he is alive, how should he explain to Wei Da?

Su Heting drank up the wine: "What are you talking about, I am a normal person."

The monk borrowed strength from the aircraft and rolled in through the broken window. Wearing a gas mask, he saw Su Heting at a glance. He said "fuck" to himself, and raised his gun.

Su Heting threw the empty bottle into the fire. The fire burned hotter and hotter, and the fire in his heart also burned hotter. He heard the monk's approaching footsteps, and felt his consciousness begin to drift. He couldn't help raising his hands, and smiled at the Viper before being arrested.

He said, "Remember to bring the message to me."

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At 3 o'clock in the morning, the lights came on with a "snap".

Su Heting leaned against the wall, eyes bleary. He avoided the light and saw the eldest sister's head, but he neither greeted her nor made any other movements.

The eldest sister's head had just been tested, and she stepped on high-heeled shoes to enter. She sat down opposite, threw the cigarette case on the table, and took out the lighter.

Su Heting just woke up with a splitting headache and said in a low voice, "Smoking is prohibited here."

The eldest sister paused for a moment, then threw the lighter on the table. She crossed her arms and confronted Su Heting: "Are you sober? Are you full of sleep?"

Su Heting was unresponsive, so he yawned first: "Well...can you give me a pillow? I don't need a bed."

The eldest sister looked at him: "You gave me a big surprise."

Su Heting said, "You're welcome."

The eldest sister slammed her head on the table and pressed her upper body closer: "What are you thinking? Su Heting, you killed Wei Zhixin!"

Su Heting had already put on the induction lock. He raised his hand and leaned forward a little: "What am I thinking? I want to kill him. As for why, you know it in your heart, and you all know it in your heart. Even if I interrupt you today Cut off his legs, cut off his hands, teach him a lesson, and he will stick to me like a dog's plaster tomorrow."

The eldest sister said: "But I have said that this matter can be handled by me."

Su Heting said: "He arrested my friend."

The eldest sister swept away the water glass on the table abruptly, and said in a clear voice: "He arrested your friend, you can call the police, you can find me!"

Su Heting smiled, and he said: "Hey, hey—do you have a bad memory? I called the police yesterday, and the monk took him away from the Colosseum. Then what? Then you let him go. You Calculating the time, he arrested my friend within an hour of leaving here. Sister, do you think you still have credibility? 'We are the fire of resistance that will never be extinguished in the new world', you Do you believe it yourself? Xing Tian, ​​Xing Tian, ​​you deserve to be called Xing Tian?"

He had just finished drinking, and something was beating in his mind "chug". A kind of anger surged up, intertwined with the excitement he was accustomed to, and turned into an extremely dangerous emotion.

Su Heting sensed that something was wrong with him, he raised his hand to touch it, and found that his nose was bleeding.

The eldest sister also noticed it, and her expression changed slightly: "What's wrong with you, are you angry? Brat—"

Su Heting said, "Don't move."

He wiped his nosebleed with his fingers, suppressing his excitement. But he couldn't help but clenched his fists, feeling his hands shaking.

damn it.

Su Heting's throat was dry, he let go of his hand, and said to the eldest sister, "Give me a glass of ice water."

The eldest sister immediately called for water.

Su Heting got the ice water, the water glass was very cold, and he realized that he was very hot. Without thinking, he poured water over his head. The cold water drenched him with a "swish", and he felt the excitement disappearing.

This excitement came inexplicably, it wasn't the first time, Su Heting felt it every time he played a game, and he also felt it in the penalty area last time, but he always regarded this excitement as a sequelae of the game.

The eldest sister put her head on the earphone: "Call a doctor," she frowned, thinking of something, then changed her mind, "...Call my family doctor."

It took five minutes for Su Heting's nosebleed to stop. He raised his head with an ice towel covering his forehead.

The eldest sister stood in front of him, smoking a cigarette with one hand: "Weren't you very awkward just now? Try another dance."

Su Heting said, "I won't thank you."

The eldest sister was puffing out a cigarette: "I don't care about your thanks? I'm afraid that if you die, no one will enter the punishment area. You just wanted to kill me, huh?"

Su Heting said: "Maybe, I don't know."

The eldest sister was annoyed: "Don't say you don't know, you often do this? Wait, you kid isn't taking drugs, is he?"

Su Heting pulled off the cold towel and buried his face in it: "I don't take drugs or drink alcohol."

The eldest sister said, "It's too evil, your..."

She stopped talking halfway. She originally wanted to say that your eyes look like you want to kill someone, which is very abnormal. But when she saw the back of Su Heting's head, she stopped inexplicably.

The eldest sister smoked her cigarette in silence and asked, "Will you take doping injections when you play games?"

Su Heting showed his eyes: "I have never had an injection."

The two looked at each other and saw a message in each other's eyes.

The family doctor just arrived, and the elder sister turned her head away, motioning for the doctor to examine Su Heting. She is a close friend of the family doctor, and after the doctor's examination, she took the doctor out and talked for a while at the door.

Su Heting held the cold towel, sat in the dark, raised his hand and touched the back of his neck. He began to recall every game, trying to find the tricks in it.

After a long while, the eldest sister headed back into the door. She didn't speak to Su Heting immediately, but wandered indoors.

Su Heting asked: "Am I sick?"

The eldest sister glanced at him, and said bluntly: "I hope you are sick, that's easy to solve."

Su Heting tentatively said, "Is that a stimulant?"

"It's a stimulating signal," the eldest sister stood still with a solemn expression, "I ask you, do you feel this way every time you compete?"

"Oh," Su Heting said, "Yes."

The eldest sister said: "Congratulations, you are not sick, you have a virus. Do you understand? This stimulus signal is like a virus. It enters your brain active area from the interface of the game, and it explodes from time to time, making you out of control. Tell me honestly, Did you kill Wei Zhixin today because you lost control?"

Su Heting said: "No, I was prepared to kill him. You don't want to push the cause of Wei Zhixin's death to the stimulus signal of the Colosseum, do you?"

The eldest sister didn't make a sound. She had a lot of thoughts and needed to be dealt with. After a while, she said: "Do you think that Wei Da will let you go? He will just smash your head to see if there is really a stimulus signal inside."

Besides, it cannot be said, at least not explicitly.

The Colosseum provides too much support for Xing Tian every year... thanks to the splicing people, their games have attracted countless people, and the benefits brought by the live broadcast are unimaginable. The eldest sister can understand that sometimes in order to make the game more exciting, the Colosseum needs to do something to the players. It's cruel, but the effect is quick. Everyone loves to see the players see blood. Otherwise, why would there be a rich second generation like Wei Zhixin to play? Stimulus signals are more effective than stimulants and are less detectable.

It's just scary, this kind of stimulation signal will not disappear after the player disconnects the brain-computer connection, but stays in the active area of ​​the brain, like a time bomb.

"This is a big deal. It's beyond my ability. I can't do anything about it..." The elder sister pinched her brow and kept her calm. "I can't handle it. You'd better pretend you don't know."

Su Heting said: "Okay, as long as I go crazy, don't arrest me."

When he said this, he thought of those games before. Barrages will be opened every time the game reaches its climax, and perhaps these barrages are also triggers for stimulating signals.

The eldest sister sneered: "Arrest? You should survive Wei Da's test first." She looked at her watch, "It took four hours for the armed team to clean up the wreckage, and the monk has given Wei Zhixin's body to Wei Da. Guess what he will do when he sees Wei Zhixin’s body? Weeping bitterly? Let me tell you, he will send his vanguard troops to blow up your house within half an hour.”

Su Heting wiped his nose with a towel: "I live in Tongzilou."

The eldest sister said: "He cares where you live! His anger must be vented, even if he blows up the tube building or kills thousands of stitchers, he doesn't care! Who do you think can be called the 'big boss'? Have money? Not only do they have money, they have their own armed forces."

Su Heting's wet hair was dripping, his expression could not be described as frightened, but calm, as if what he was about to face was a rock.

As if responding to his calmness, the sound of a silver cane knocking on the ground suddenly sounded in the corridor, and it was clearly transmitted to Su Heting's ears, from far to near.

The eldest sister's head changed color when she heard the sound, she looked at her watch again, and said in a low voice, "Here we come."