Quick Wear: I, who played the supporting actor, got stuck with the protagonist

Chapter 415: That Morbid and Paranoid Game Development Character (54)

Just a few words cannot cover up the bloody smell underneath.

As the black-haired young man grows older, his wisdom becomes more terrifying and his methods become more cruel and outrageous. Zhang Si, who has been following him for many years, often suspects that the well-behaved Mo You in his childhood was just a dream.

When he was occasionally distracted, Mo You would become in his eyes a monster rooted in the mud, drawing vitality from some kind of belief.

It is not a good idea to describe a person as a monster, but Zhang Si couldn't find a more appropriate term than "monster".

Coupled with the joyful smiles that the traitors brought out of the dungeon every time they were dealt with, the name of "Monster that plunders lives" became more and more widely known, and any movement of the Guimo Society could not escape Mo You's ears. Zhang Si originally thought that he would deal with the group of people who gossiped.

The black-haired young man who was holding the steel needle and observing at the time slowly smiled - Zhang Si swore that it was the first time he saw Mo You's smile without any impurities in many years.

Even happy.

"You're quite good at giving nicknames."

The day after this sentence was spoken, the nickname "Monster that plunders lives" had become known to everyone, and even the uncles and aunts in the vegetable market were discussing it with great interest.

Zhang Si: ...

It's hard to doubt that it wasn't someone's work.

Don’t ask what you shouldn’t ask, don’t say what you shouldn’t say, watch more and talk less, these are the secrets that have enabled Zhang Si to stay with Mo You safely until now.

"I will go to the central city tomorrow. You and Dashi will follow me. I will not be back for a short time. Hand over the tasks at hand tonight."

"Yes."

Zhang Si didn't ask why. After following Mo You for so long, he had become like a rock. He just had to obey Mo You's orders in everything.

As for the Golden Dragon Group...

The last gang whose name contained the character "龙" had grass three feet tall on its leader's grave.

But if you think about it carefully, Long Hai, whose bones were crushed and scattered by the president, doesn't even have a grave. His ashes were soaked in water and dumped away by the vice president.

"Go down."

It opened and closed, and the room fell silent again.

Next to the study is the bedroom. No one from the Guimo Society, including the president, would ever enter without Mo You's permission.

There was once a newcomer who, relying on his smarts, climbed up the ladder very quickly and was qualified to enter the main building of the stronghold in just a few days.

In an attempt to please the vice president and find out his secret to please him, he boldly pried the lock of the bedroom. He was confident that he could restore the lock to its original state later.

With this thought in mind, the door had just been opened a crack when my shoulder was held down and a cold voice chilled my heart, "Curiosity can kill you."

He turned his head as if his neck was rusty, and saw Mo You with a curled mouth. Before he could even say "vice president", his mouth was blocked, and then he felt a sharp pain as if his arm was dislocated.

There is also a lighthearted sentence, "Pulled out the tongue, picked the tendons of the hand, gouged out the eyes, and then chopped it up and fed it to the dogs."

Even though he was speaking bloody words, his face remained gentle and tender, "Who is on duty today?"

"Replying to the Vice President, it is——"

"Forget it, I'm not interested in knowing." He raised his hand to interrupt, "He can't even watch the door, let him accompany this gentleman who picked the lock."

At the end, he seemed to be worried, "Be careful, don't let him faint in the middle of the process. The pain of being awake will be a lesson for the next life."

The layout of the bedroom was exactly the same as it was back then, even the pattern and orientation of the round carpet were exactly the same. Mo You took off his shoes and stepped on the shiny pink carpet that was as new as it was back then.

She walked to the head of the bed step by step, curled up and lay down, motionless. Her expressionless face was like a large porcelain doll, breathtakingly beautiful, but soulless.

There are no flowers blooming in the swamps of the desolate land, only dead trees struggling to survive. Loneliness and melancholy fill the gaps between his bones, desperately sucking away his little vitality.

His body and mind turned into nutrients, allowing despair to grow wildly in this barren body.

It's been ten years.

A cat that has been raised for a long time will not live long if it is abandoned.

A tear rolled down the corner of the black-haired young man's eye as he slept.

I've grown up, please come back and look at me again.