The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 1 The Murderer on the Bus
Wanghai City at the end of March should have been a season of spring flowers blooming, but the weather this year was abnormal. It suddenly snowed heavily for three consecutive days, and the sky just cleared up last night.

At the west gate of Wanghai University, Wu Chang shivered in the cold wind, tightened the hood of his down jacket, and walked towards Nanshi Station at the school gate with his head lowered.

It's not cold when it snows, but it is cold when the snow melts. If he hadn't had an interview appointment, he would never leave his warm bed.

In today's world, company bosses are all masters of time management.

In order to solve the two major problems of fresh graduates having no work experience and high salaries for skilled workers, recruitment information requires both fresh graduates and two to three years of work experience.

This is how the workplace is. The slaves just need to work day and night, but when you are a boss, things you have to consider are much more complicated.

Next to the bus stop, several sanitation workers were clearing the snow. Less than a meter away from them, a pool of light red blood was flowing slowly on the ground.

Passersby walked on it many times, but no one stopped to take a look. Only Wu Chang's eyes stayed on it for a moment when he glanced past it, as if he was the only one who could see it.

In fact, he was the only one who could see it.

As he stared at the bloodstains on the ground, they began to flow like a curtain of water, projecting a short image.

A speeding car was speeding on the snow-covered street. Suddenly, one of the wheels slipped and the car body crashed uncontrollably into the roadside. Then the picture went black with violent shaking.

He pulled out his cell phone and clicked on the local news.

"At 11:15 last night, Zhao was driving a motor vehicle on Nanshi Road when he lost control of the vehicle and an accident occurred, killing one and injuring two of a family of three. The police determined that the cause of the accident was drunk driving."

Right.

Wu Chang put away his phone and after the image in the blood ended, a line of text full of sighs appeared.

"If you don't drive properly, your loved ones will shed tears."

These are Zhao’s last words.

The understanding is very deep, but what did you do before?
About a month ago, Wu Chang would see bloodstains in his eyes from time to time when he woke up.

He called these bloodstains grudges.

The stronger the deceased was when he was alive, the heavier his resentment was, and the darker the resentment he left behind.

It was like the resentment left by Zhao on the snow, which was light red in color. It would dissipate in no time.

If you encounter bright red or even dark red resentment, it means that the deceased has extremely heavy resentment that will not dissipate easily. You must fulfill the deceased's last obsession before death in order for the resentment to disappear.

Eliminating resentment is not in vain. As in gay novels, liberating the souls of the wronged will be rewarded with gratitude. By eliminating the deep red resentment, he can also benefit from it.

He once saved a big red resentment. The owner of the resentment was a student with special skills in basketball. After clearing the history in the browser of the resentment owner's mobile phone, he "inherited" the physical fitness and basketball skills of the resentment owner.

In just one week, he went from being a skinny dog ​​with no signs of training to having well-defined muscles comparable to those of a fitness influencer.

With his muscular body and above 80% looks, if he could just stand the steel wool, he could at least avoid 30 years of detour.

Just when he was about to come to his senses, the No. 17 bus he was waiting for arrived at the station.

The bus was running as usual, and just as the door was about to close, a glaring red color caught his attention.

A man wearing a woolen hat, an old leather jacket and a black backpack got on the bus.

The man had a thin face, greasy hair, and a messy beard, looking like an ordinary decadent middle-aged man. The few memorable points were the sunglasses he wore on a cloudy day and his right hand that was always tucked into his sleeve.

Others just thought that the man was sloppy, but in Wu Chang's eyes, the man had twelve or thirteen grudges behind him, and the whole carriage was illuminated red by blood.

There was also a deep red resentment in it, the red was so deep that it looked purple.

Wu Chang wrinkled his nose and looked at the blood rising into the sky. He seemed to smell the blood on the man in sunglasses.

Not everyone can accumulate resentment after death. There are at least a hundred lives behind the twelve or thirteen resentments.

There is especially a deep red resentment. The resentment is so heavy that the victim’s experience in his life was at least at the level of a human centipede, and he was the one at the very end.

Interesting, let me see what's going on.

He looked at the man in sunglasses, deep red blood was flowing, as if a crack had appeared in the chaotic abyss, and a hellish scene was coming towards him.

The torsos and limbs of dozens of human corpses were twisted, disassembled, and nailed to a large tree with the bark peeled off, like bloody branches. Human heads were embedded in the bloody branches, like fruits on the tree.

Under the big tree, a thin man was holding a dagger and using blood as paint to carve complex patterns on the tree trunk.

Judging from his figure, the man holding the knife is the man in sunglasses.

The man in sunglasses was concentrating very much, but the next moment, a bullet shot into his head from behind and exited from his left eye socket.

The soup spilled all over the ground, which was not much better than the scene on the tree.

A young man wearing camouflage tactical clothing and holding a silver revolver appeared. He fired several shots at the body of the man in sunglasses. With each shot, the bullet turned into an exploding fireball.

Continuous explosions created deep pits on the ground and raised clouds of dust.

The camouflage man put away his gun, took out his phone, and took a photo of the creepy flesh-and-blood tree. Unfortunately, he was still young after all. He knew to finish off the enemy, but he didn't know the law of smoke without injury.

While he was taking the photo, the man in sunglasses jumped out from the smoke and stabbed the man in camouflage in the back with a dagger. The man in camouflage fought back on the verge of death, seriously injured the man in sunglasses and then escaped. He died before sending out the information he had seen. The information he was unable to tell during his lifetime appeared in his resentful last words.

"Blood Thorn is a senior with the ability to regenerate. He can ignore fatal injuries. Only limb loss, organ damage, and large-scale killing can cause harm to him. Every time he recovers from his injuries, Blood Thorn will lose a certain amount of sanity. Excessive damage may cause Blood Thorn's will to collapse."

The blood thorn mentioned in the will should refer to the man in sunglasses.

In addition to the ordinary resentful last words like Zhao Moumou's, there is also a bloody last words in the resentment.

【Remove the blood thorns.】

Wu Chang frowned and said, "Remove the blood thorns, me?"
If you think about it carefully, it’s not impossible.

Out of resentment, the camouflage man shot and broke Xue Ci's right hand in his dying counterattack. The wounds on his left eye and right hand corresponded exactly to Xue Ci's sunglasses and his right hand tucked into his sleeve.

Lost an eye and had severe vision impairment.

Without his dominant right hand, the speed and power of his attacks were greatly reduced.

Recovering from injuries would consume his sanity, which would inevitably lead to confusion in Xue Ci's mind and unclear judgment.

Simply put, a big disability.

In a head-on battle, he had no chance of winning, but he had seen through Blood Thorn's weaknesses in advance, and if he attacked the opponent's weaknesses, he might have a chance.

But the problem is that the risk is too great.

You will always encounter deep red resentment, but you only have one life, so there is no need to take risks for it.

Just when he wanted to pretend that he didn't see Xue Ci and wait for Xue Ci to get out of the car before calling the police, he saw Xue Ci open his backpack and grasp the handle of the knife inside.

Wu Chang frowned and said, "No, buddy, this is not right."

I was ready to pretend I didn't see you, but why are you still taking advantage of me?

Although I am not good at boxing, I know a little bit about ball. Don't force me to fight you in a normal physical confrontation.

Unfortunately, the man in sunglasses did not hear the advice in his heart. He slowly pulled out a dagger and prepared to stab the passenger next to him.

Wu Chang sighed and shouted, "Be careful ahead!"

Xue Ci stopped moving and looked forward subconsciously.

Wu Chang quickly approached Xue Ci's blind spot, using a pace that could dodge the referee's eyes. He took two steps at a time and came in front of Xue Ci in an instant. He thrust his elbow forward and shouted:
"Man!"

The elbow came unexpectedly, combining speed, accuracy and ruthlessness. As soon as Xue Ci turned his head, he was hit in the face by the elbow.

Blood spurted out immediately, covering the only remaining eye of the man in sunglasses. He felt weak from the inside out, as if he had been poisoned by a snake. He felt weak all over and collapsed to the ground.

To take advantage of your weakness, Wu Chang knocked the man in sunglasses down with his elbow, shouted "He has a knife!" and picked up the fire extinguisher and swung it at Xue Ci's head.

Before anyone in the car could react, Xue Ci had already fallen into a baby-like sleep.

Dare to launch an attack in public. Xue Ci's sanity had already been exhausted by his regeneration ability. Now after being hit hard several times, his sanity completely collapsed and he became a living dead.

The bloody last words on Xue Ci's body dissipated along with the resentment. Wu Chang felt his down jacket pocket sink, as if there was something extra inside.

The reward for salvation has arrived.

While other passengers were not paying attention, he reached into his pocket and fumbled around. The moment he felt the shape of the reward, he shuddered and pulled his hand out of his pocket as if he had been electrocuted.

gun!
Good stuff, but too hot.

If this thing is discovered, his internship will be changed to operating a sewing machine.

It's not okay to be discovered by others, and it's even worse to lose it!

A big red resentment made him undergo a nearly complete transformation. This gun was something that exploded from the deep red resentment, and it was definitely not an ordinary item. Moreover, it was a treasure that he had risked his life to get. If he didn't keep it, wouldn't his life have been wasted?

I must find a place to hide quickly.

The bus pulled into the station, and the passengers dragged the unconscious man in sunglasses and discussed how to send him to the nearby police station.

Wu Chang had serious contraband in his pocket, so he didn't dare to go with them. He said he had something to do, responded with a few simple words and left.

Without caring about the interview for the moment, he took a taxi back to Wanghai University, preparing to hide the gun in his bag before making further plans.

If all else fails, hide the gun first and then surrender to the nearby police station.

But the moment he stepped into the school gate, he felt a flash before his eyes, and when he came to his senses, he found himself in an unfamiliar room.

An emotionless electron sounded in his ear.

"Welcome new players to join the Abyss game."

Newbies, please read and collect this article. My good brothers, this is really important for newbies.

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(End of this chapter)