Infinite flow is not like that at all

Infinite flow is not like that at all!

Author: Midnight Leisurely Man

Summary:

This isn't how infinite flow works at all.

You should carefully figure out all the death flags and rule red lines on the map.

I racked my brains to thoroughly extract all the NPC dialogues and hidden clues.

They then racked their brains to team up with other players to develop strategies.

Then, as the hidden boss, I'll occasionally drop some false clues! Each time, I'll secretly kill a few of you to create a sense of pressure!

Finally, when you're about to complete the final mission, make your grand entrance!

Why the hell did you come up here and try to fuck me?!

Infinite flow is not...

"boom!"

After Shen Ye fired a few more shots, the hidden BOSS lying on the ground finally fell silent.

He calmly sheathed his weapon.

Don't make your brother Shen laugh.

This is what my infinite flow is like.

Chapter 1 Divine Cube

Shen Ye was carrying a bag.

I had just stepped into the deep alley.

And in the dark.

A blond-haired young man stepped forward, smiled, and put his arm around his shoulder: "Friend."

With a cigarette dangling from his lips, he skillfully pressed a fruit knife against Shen Ye's side and uttered the words that perfectly suited his image: "Lend me some money."

Shen Ye seemed so frightened that he froze: "Brother, I'm still looking for a job, I don't have any money."

"Stop making your brother Huang laugh."

The blond-haired man let out a sneer, his voice mingling with the smoke:

“I saw you go into the bank and withdraw money two hours ago.”

You're studying me?

The blond-haired man patted his backpack with a knife.

"It was in your bag, wasn't it?"

咣

The blond-haired youth was taken aback: "What the heck? It's so full."

Shen Ye shook his backpack: "I bought this from a certain e-commerce platform. It's large-capacity, high-quality, and guaranteed authentic..."

"?"

Who the hell asked that?

The blond-haired man sneered and slashed open the backpack with a knife.

Snapped!

A machete gleaming with a sharp, cold light fell to the ground.

The young man's eyes were glazed over.

Facing his gaze, Shen Ye coughed and said, "I've had many part-time jobs, including working in a printing shop, so it's normal for me to have a paper cutter."

?

boom!

Another stun gun with a danger sign fell to the ground.

youth:"??"

Shen Ye remained unfazed: "As I said before, I have many part-time jobs, including working as a night security guard, so having a flashlight for illumination... is that alright?"

The young man watched as the thing crackled and emitted electricity.

This flashlight is powerful...

"Who the hell would believe that!"

Before the blond-haired man could finish his furious speech...

Whoosh!

A bunch of things leaked out from inside.

Various controlled hazardous materials were scattered around.

"......"

Shen Ye remained silent for a moment before speaking, "Actually, I'm a door-to-door recycling worker..."

"We recycle old machetes, old stun guns, and unused firearms and ammunition from homes..."

The smoke around the blond-haired man's lips trembled violently.

He felt he'd been intimidated, gritted his teeth, and suddenly pressed the knife against Shen Ye's neck:

"Trying to scare me with these things? I've got a knife to your throat!"

Why didn't you say so earlier?

Faced with the knife so close at hand, Shen Ye didn't answer. Instead, he looked at the blond-haired man and said calmly:

"you...."

"He might die soon."

The blond-haired man's eyes flickered, and he gritted his teeth: "What? You want to fight me?!"

Shen Ye didn't answer, but instead looked at a rat in a trash can in the alley: "It's about to die too."

"What nonsense are you spouting..."

But the next moment, Huang Mao couldn't say anything, because the rat suddenly darted out of the alley for some reason.

"boom!"

The whistling sound squeezed into the alley!

A large truck sped by and coincidentally flattened it into a two-dimensional plane!

The sticky blood was splattered on the road.

Everything was too coincidental.

The blond-haired man felt a chill run down his spine and a cold shiver down his back.

Today is not right.

The person isn't quite right either.

The key issue is that my right eyelid is twitching wildly at this moment.

It seems something bad is about to happen.

He withdrew his hand, his face pale.

"Hey bro, I just remembered my grandma's out of school, I need to go pick her up."

Seeing Huang Mao's uneasy figure, Shen Ye didn't say anything more.

He simply gazed at the gloomy sky:

"I'm going to die too."

......

Dark, heavy clouds hung over the city, and the wind surged up from all directions, swirling wildly through the streets.

Shen Ye walked through the streets carrying a backpack.

He sighed and said, "It's really hard to find a job these days, and it's even harder to find a stable one."

He graduated two years ago and has worked in many jobs, but each one failed him.

He was fired after working as a Taekwondo instructor for a month because the parents discovered that he didn't know Taekwondo at all and just liked to kick the kids for fun.

This is slander.

I did work as a recycling worker, but I accidentally collected a bunch of dangerous and prohibited items, the whole station was shut down, and the owner ran away.

At this time.

A crowd had gathered ahead, and the sound of ambulances approached from a distance on the street.

What happened up ahead?

“There was a young man with blond hair who suddenly had a heart attack.”

"They're providing emergency care."

Shen Ye listened to the discussions on the roadside without showing any surprise.

He muttered to himself, "It really is the heart."

A month ago, Shen Ye was able to see the red lines on everyone's body.

At the very beginning.

He believed this was the "red line" representing goodwill.

After all, they were a famously loving couple in the neighborhood, and they were connected by such a thick and red thread.