I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Chapter 97 : The London Underground Death Zone

The Jiangcheng University team consists of seven people.

Zhao Weilai, Weng Yang, Deng Ziwen, Ding Feifan, Liu Guilan, Tan Moli, Fu Qinqin.

Each person carries a unique clay talisman made by clay sculptor Liu Guilan.

The more similar the clay figure is to the pendant's owner, the higher the probability of it sustaining harm.

So Zhao Weilai recognized it at a glance as a pendant belonging to Deng Ziwen.

Her blood rushed to her head instantly, and she felt a buzzing sound in her ears.

"What have you done to the owner of this necklace?!"

She whirled around, her voice trembling with anger and fear, and pointed at the tall man, demanding:

"Where did that necklace on your arm come from?! What did you do to him?! That's my boyfriend's stuff!"

Everyone was startled by her sudden outburst.

Weng Yang reacted the fastest.

Almost instantly, she drew the pistol from her waist, accompanied by a crisp "click" as it was cocked.

The gun was steadily pointed at the four men.

"Don't move."

She realized what was happening—the amulet being in the hands of an outsider meant that, at best, Deng Ziwen had been robbed; as for the worst-case scenario…

No wonder Zhao Weilai was so devastated.

The moment the gun was pulled out, the entire carriage fell silent.

"My God, how did they get guns?"

"Shh!"

"Their companion was killed? That's terrible!"

The players who followed let out a series of exclamations and crowded together at the back.

Margaret clutched her chest and repeatedly made the sign of the cross on her chest.

The priest's face also darkened as he stared at the four men, lost in thought.

The four men were also startled.

They never expected that these two seemingly quiet Asians would actually carry guns!

"Damn it, who are you people?!"

Sweat dripped from the tall man's forehead and down his chin, but he still stubbornly shouted:

"You, you dare to murder a British citizen on British soil! This is murder! The police will arrest you!"

"Don't come any closer."

Weng Yang lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly, aiming it at his knee: "Take one more step forward, and I'll shoot."

She spoke in Chinese, and the bearded man seemed somewhat skeptical.

Possession of a gun is a serious crime in the UK.

Besides, in this bizarre and terrifying dungeon, where did the other side get a gun?

Superpowers?!

He took two steps forward, trying to prove his bravery, "I don't believe you dare to shoot—"

boom!

The gunshots rang out without warning in the narrow, enclosed carriage.

"Get down!"

"Don't shoot!"

"Oh my God!"

The new players all lay down, while the bearded man clutched his shoulder and rolled on the ground in pain.

Fresh blood flowed continuously from between his fingers, soaking the floor.

The entire carriage was unusually quiet.

Most of the new players huddled together, heads in their hands, like quails stunned by a downpour, too afraid to even lift their heads.

……

Weng Yang's hands were actually trembling.

This was the first time she had fired at a regular player in a dungeon.

She has seen dead people and encountered monsters in dungeons.

This is the first time they've fired a gun at a living, breathing ordinary person.

But her face showed no sign of panic.

"Weng Yang, I'm coming."

Zhao Weilai, with red eyes, reached out and gently touched her arm.

She looked back at the remaining three men and said bitterly:

"You bastards—I'll ask you one more time, where is my boyfriend, the owner of this necklace? What the hell have you damned bitches done to him?!"

The tall man stared at the blood on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.

The tall, thin man beside him swallowed hard, and after a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice sounding weak and unsteady:

"We found this! We found it on the floor of the train car! Who knew it belonged to your friend... We didn't steal it..."

He stopped abruptly before he could finish speaking.

The man's neck began to grow at an eerie speed.

First, it stretches upwards little by little, making the skin thinner and thinner, and more and more transparent.

His Adam's apple was stretched out of shape and stuck in the middle of his slender neck.

Then it exploded without warning.

"Bang!!"

A muffled thud, accompanied by a sticky splashing sound.

Brain matter splattered.

Everyone in the carriage was stunned, staring at this extremely bizarre scene, their blood freezing on their skin.

Another bizarre way to die!

"Tom! Damn it! Tom! Tom's head exploded!!"

The bearded man kneeling beside him was splashed squarely on the face; the warm, sticky liquid covered his entire face.

"Ahhhhh!"

He froze for two seconds, then let out a scream that sounded inhuman, and scrambled backward to avoid it.

The wound on his shoulder was torn open, and blood left a long trail on the ground.

"What happened?"

"What rule did he break?!"

Weng Yang and Zhao Weilai were also stunned.

This was not the development they had anticipated.

They both saw the same undisguised horror in each other's eyes.

This man only said one sentence, and then his head exploded.

The remaining two men also broke down, clutching the corpse and wailing incessantly.

The youngest guy burst into tears, his face covered in tears and snot, pointing at Weng Yang and Zhao Weilai, his voice trembling uncontrollably:

"God! Witches! Damn it, damn it! They're witches! You killed Tom with dark magic!"

"God, burn them! Burn these two wicked witches! Punish them!"

He screamed and hysterically incited the crowd.

But the players crouching on the ground were all pretending to be dead, covering their heads.

Are you kidding me?

There are guns on one side, and "black magic" that can make people's heads explode on the other.

Whoever goes up there will die!

My life is my own; it's not worth risking it for a few robbers.

With no one responding, the young man's crying grew even more frantic.

He slumped to the ground, his violin falling from his hands.

Zhao Weilai ignored the man's nonsensical ramblings and pressed him urgently and angrily for an answer:

"I'll ask one last time. Where is the owner of the necklace now?"

"I, I..."

The tall man stared at the gruesome corpse on the ground, his gaze shifting uncertainly.

If he told the truth, those two crazy women would definitely not let him off the hook.

But if I don't say anything... the fate of that person is right before my eyes.

"Madam, you've misunderstood."

Thinking of this, he squeezed out a few tears, putting on a pitiful yet sincere appearance:

"Your friend, he, he's a very nice Asian man...very kind, he even shared some cookies with us..."

Last night, when that unseen ghost came, he... he was killed... Before he died, he gave us all these things, so that we could carry them on and live on...

Really, I swear, everything I said is true…

He had only spoken halfway when his neck began to grow longer.

Just like the tall, thin man from before, his neck was stretching at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"No, no, no, I don't want to die! Help!"

The man's eyes widened instantly, his pupils filled with extreme fear, and he frantically clutched at his neck, pleading for help:

"I'll tell the truth! I'll tell the truth right now!"

He begged for mercy frantically, his voice becoming high-pitched and strange as his neck was stretched, like a duck being strangled:

"We stole it! We stole his things! And his train ticket!"

We beat him up, and while that unseen ghost was heading to the fourth carriage, we threw him into the fourth carriage!

I swear! Everything I'm saying now is true! Don't kill me! Please don't kill me—"

He didn't finish his sentence.

boom.