“What the hell do you want to do?”

Looking at the key in his hand, Medea asked his soul again.

The person in front of her was increasingly emitting a cold and crazy smell in her eyes, making fear seep from the bottom of her heart uncontrollable.

Medea had a vague feeling that the other party was not interested in his body or life.

But this not only does not bring about a sense of security, but instead makes the fear stronger.

The only thing that is gratifying is that she confirmed that this is an ordinary house and there is no abnormality or other existence.

Um?

The next moment, Medea couldn't help but look puzzled.

Just in front of her, Fu Qian took out something like a thin iron wire.

It seems to be his own issuing card? What did he do with this thing?

Just as this thought arose, the latter saw the hairpin slightly straightening and inserted it directly into the lock core.

When my head was stirred by this action, the door lock opened with a click.

This, this...

Facing this scene, Medea felt that her cognition had been penetrated by something, and she was covered in hush.

Suddenly she recalled the scene in the office before. Did I actually not forget to lock it?

“Lock.”

Halfway through the thought, he was interrupted by Fu Qian's voice.

Medea looked up and found that Fu Qian was pointing at the key in her hand, as if to signal her to lock the door lock again.

Isn't he going to the back room?

From the perspective of Medea, you can see that behind this door is indeed a little debris and nothing valuable.

Then what's the point of doing this?

The order from Fu Qian further confused her thinking.

But chaos is chaotic, but the other party's tone is irrefutable.

Media did not dare to express any doubts, so she stepped forward and locked the door again with the key, and retreated again with Fu Qian's eyes.

...

【Locked, you must have a key to open】

Looking at the prompt that appeared again in front of him, Fu Qian sighed.

Is this the weirdest way to destroy the world?

The fire of the incinerator comes from self-burning, just like a person covered in bruises, relying on the blood gushing out of the wound to drown the things that hurt themselves.

What if the wound had expanded to an unbearable level before the blood drowned the other party?

Will the body, which is already full of holes, completely collapse?

This is a race against time.

Amidst emotion, Fu Qian's hand movements did not hesitate at all, and opened the door lock again within a few seconds.

Its tolerance has its limit, and its efficiency of erasing also has its limit. What you have to do is to break through its limit before being erased.

In addition, considering the chaos everywhere, there should be more than one way to challenge the limits of this world.

In the original plan, Fu Qian wanted to go to the school storage room again.

Unfortunately, the final countdown had already begun since Medea received that call.

I don’t have time to verify one by one, so I can only choose a ready-made method.

Fortunately, judging from previous experiences, the simple behavior of unlocking caused a very severe reaction.

For now, this is undoubtedly a good phenomenon.

Next is the moment of stabbing the knife.

Every time you unlock without a key, it can be regarded as stabbing a knife in the broken body.

The reason why I tied people up and ran to this place as soon as possible was because it can be imagined that this behavior will inevitably cause a violent reaction.

It is certainly faster to do this at the Medea's house, but if you are in the downtown center, the targeted forces that "it" can mobilize will undoubtedly be much richer.

After all, the damage caused may not be maximized.

“Lock.”

Looking at Media who had suffered another shock, Fu Qian ordered again.

When faced with this kind of scene that challenged cognition, the latter seemed to have given up thinking and just stepped forward mechanically when he heard this.

This time the door lock was opened at a faster speed before it was paid.

“Lock.”

...

Time passes minute by minute.

In this remote country villa, the two of them repeated the opening and closing movements, tirelessly.

Except for the mechanical sound of locking and unlocking, there is no other sound.

"How long will it take?"

After locking the door again, Medea looked on the verge of collapse and asked in a desperate tone.

"It's almost done."

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian gave an unexpected answer.

"it's over?"

Medea was stunned for a moment and asked in a relief tone.

"I'm talking about you, give me the key."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian just took the key from her, then walked to the side and dragged the barrest stool over.

He didn't understand what Fu Qian wanted to do, the next moment, Medea watched him take out the rope from the black bag he brought in.

"Put your hand behind you."

He made a gesture and Fu Qian signaled Medea to sit on the chair.

this……

Somehow resisted the thick dust on the chair, but Media hesitated for a moment and finally gritted her teeth and sat on it.

"very good."

The back tightened, and although he couldn't see it, Medea could clearly confirm that he had tied it with the chair.

"Don't kill me!"

Medea said in a tone of fear and pleading.

I can't stand up, nor can I see the actions behind me.

This state of being at mercy and the impact along the way is undoubtedly quite unacceptable.

"Sit quietly and don't make any noise no matter what you see, it will make you closer to your demands."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian ignored her. After doing all this, he had already turned around and issued a card with one key and the other hand, continuing to repeat mechanically.

Unfortunately, there is no progress bar for this thing.

While turning on and off, Fu Qian sighed in his heart.

From this point of view, the game world is actually quite good.

The sense of certainty brought by the progress bar is really too strong to promote enthusiasm for doing things!

In fact, it is such a world. With just a few simple tips, many incredible weird things can easily grow.

Like that chainsaw madman, Trika.

It is almost impossible for a girl under twenty to achieve that level in her own world.

I believe this person has encountered many prompts at some key nodes during his growth process.

As for why Medea was tied up?

Fu Qian is not so naive that he thinks that he can rest assured and stab him at will if he escapes anywhere.

What I have to do is the work of breaking the dimensional wall - with the body of a mortal.

It's not just a joke to win over the battle.

As an action racing against death, counting the time, the shadow of destruction should be coming.

In fact, less than five minutes after Fu Qian tied up the person, he heard the sound of engines coming from outside.

"What the hell are you doing?"

A moment later, the door of the room was pushed open, and Sheriff Stan, with a frosty face, walked in.
Chapter completed!