Excessive ferocity due to caution

Zhang Dapao turned his head to look at the person who spoke.

It's a woman.

Liao Hongqiao.

She firmly and righteously rejected Zhang Dapao's proposal.

The fat man standing next to Zhang Dapao sneered:

"Only we can save you now, you ungrateful wretches!"

"If you encounter another attack from evil spirits, like what happened just now, do you think you can escape?"

Liao Hongqiao's eyes remained calm:

"I'm sorry, I don't have the habit of carrying an antenna with me."

"I also don't like having my life monitored by anyone."

Just as the fat man was about to speak, Zong Haisheng, standing next to Liao Hongqiao, chimed in:

"Me too."

Upon seeing the second person who disagreed, the fat man's face immediately darkened.

Zhang Dapao's teammates didn't look too good.

Zhao Yi said calmly:

"Cooperating with you to a certain extent is not a problem, after all, we all have the same goal and can be considered a semi-community of interests."

"But it seems a bit excessive for you to want to completely monitor our lives for three days."

As soon as Zhao spoke, the winds shifted.

They were just brought into the movie; one of them has already died.

Without any system prompts, no outsider present can be trusted.

These outsiders in front of them seem to want to save them.

Who knows whether what they say is true or false?

"If you want that meager dignity and freedom, then get out."

"When you are targeted by evil spirits, I really don't want to hear your cries for help and your voices of regret."

The one who spoke was Duan Chao, a young man with dyed hair.

This time, Zhang Dapao did not stop him.

In the previous mission, in order to control the people they needed to protect, he lost an important team member.

To be more specific, it was the selfishness of the NPC being protected that led to the death of one of their team members.

As a result, Zhang Dapao was filled with deep self-blame.

He began to realize that sometimes he had to make a suitable choice between the lives of his teammates and the lives of NPCs.

Zhang Dapao isn't a god; he can't save everyone.

At this moment, some of the participants in Zhao Yi's team also spoke up.

With a fawning smile.

"Please don't be angry, everyone!"

"That guy's name is Zhao Yi. He wasn't a good person in our area to begin with. He bullied men and women, a perverted serial killer. Countless innocent people's blood has been spilled on his body!"

Why bother arguing with a madman like that?

"Why not just kick him out?"

"We are willing to cooperate with you, as long as you can protect our safety!"

Upon hearing this, the way the others looked at Zhao Yi immediately changed.

A serial killer?

"No wonder you're so arrogant. Back in the day, I'd kill any piece of trash like you I saw!"

"If you weren't our target for this mission, Grandpa would have smashed every bone in your body to pieces!"

The young man with dyed hair, Duan Chao, snorted coldly, his gaze sharp.

He had been annoyed by Zhao Yi's earlier arguments with him.

Now that they heard Zhao Yi was a serial killer, they felt even less morally burdened.

Zhao glanced at them but didn't say anything more.

He was well aware of just how difficult his film was.

The filming of the previous movie was done because the crew never intended to make things difficult for them.

The man behind the fox-masked filmmaker had clearly told them that the difficulty of this film would be higher than they imagined.

Therefore, anyone who still retains a clear mind and rationality will surely be able to understand that these people not only cannot protect them, but are even in dire need of protection themselves.

It's better to hope for mercy from evil spirits than to rely on them.

"In that case, let's part ways."

Zhao Yi shrugged, his tone tinged with regret.

After saying that, he left the interrogation room on his own.

Zhang Dapao and the others did not stop them.

They weren't originally police officers in the interrogation room; they just used some unconventional methods to immobilize the people outside.

They chose this place mainly because they felt it had a strong positive energy, making it difficult for ordinary ghosts to enter.

But clearly, what had just happened shattered their illusions.

The evil spirit that followed the group out of the cursed mountain was not only troublesome, but also extremely powerful!

In such situations, people who are alone are more likely to get into trouble.

Therefore, they did not stop Zhao Yi.

Every extra person who dies buys them more time!

In the end, as long as one of the protected individuals survives, that's all that matters.

You can then receive the full reward for the task.

Seeing Zhao Yi leave, Liao Hezong exchanged a few polite words and followed behind him.

The two had worked with Zhao Yi on missions before, and their level of trust in Zhao Yi was far higher than that of these newcomers.

Watching the three leave, the actor who had previously fawned over Zhang Dapao and the others suddenly pointed to the corpse on the ground and said:

"Brother Zhang, what should we do with the corpse on the ground?"

Zhang Dapao glanced at the corpse.

"We'll handle it."

"Next, you'll come with us to the hospital."

The actors stood there, stunned.

"Hospital?"

"Why are you going to the hospital?"

The fat man behind Zhang Dapao sneered:

"We'll perform a minor surgery on you and put a chip in your arm."

"Look at how weak and frail you all are, you wouldn't dare do such a thing right here."

"and……"

At this point, the fat man looked around nervously.

"This place is no longer safe; we have to leave immediately!"

The actors were silent for a moment, then nodded and said:

"good!"

...

The streets were desolate, and the streetlights were dim.

The two caught up with Zhao Yi.

"Brother Zhao, slow down!"

Zong Haisheng spoke.

He now appears much more worldly and sophisticated.

Zhao Yi turned around and laughed:

"You guys are quite bold to follow me."

"Don't you know that being alone in a horror movie like this is extremely dangerous?"

Liao Hongqiao smiled slightly:

"That's true in most cases."

"But I think perhaps an exception could be made for someone as intelligent as you?"

Zhao Yi patted his pockets, took out 20 yuan from his shirt, and went to a small shop at the entrance of the alley.

"Boss, give me a pack of cigarettes, the 20-yuan kind."

The old man in the blue hat at the convenience store took a pack of cigarettes from the dusty cigarette box on the counter and tossed it to Zhao Yi.

"There's no 20 yuan one, so it's 16 yuan including the lighter."

"Then give me four dollars back."

"Here's five dollars back."

Zhao Yi, who was lighting a cigarette, looked at the shopkeeper who threw five yuan on the counter and was somewhat surprised:

Why?

The boss said calmly:

Obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD)

P.S.: Second update!

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