Even though he is a villain, can he be saved?

Chapter 39 Chen Fan who is alone

Watching Chen Fan being carried away by the parachute he opened, Wu Xiu was still thinking about what to do to make up for the loss of his teammates, so Wei Yanwu slapped him twice:

"Xiao Wu! Are you dreaming!? Quickly open your parachute, or you will fall to your death if you don't open it."

After being reminded by Wei Yanwu, Wu Xiu hastily opened her parachute in a panic and let her falling speed slow down extremely before she breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Wu Xiu and Wei Yanwu saw Chen Fan, who was still in a daze, slowly drifting past the two of them, heading for the singer in the center of the jurisdiction.

Looking at Chen Fan who was like a floating corpse, Wu Xiu's eyes almost popped out:
"Chen Fan! Sober up! Brother——"

No matter how he called, Chen Fan did not respond.

After drifting past a towering building, the trio became a duo and a solo group.

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"あたしが爱を语るのなら"

(if I'm talking about love)

"How about その相には, image る?"

(And what a scene is reflected in those eyes)
"Ci は有り余るばかり"

(Words are superfluous)
"无素の音が流れてく"

(The innocent tone flows away)

"あなたが爱に色れるまで"

(before you're covered in love)
"その色は幻だ"

(That scenery is just an illusion)

"ひとりぼっち、音に呑まれれば"

(A person alone is swallowed by music)

"Happy rasa for the whole world"

(This is the common happiness of the whole world)
"つまらない at a loss に drowning れる 暗らし"

(living in a daze of boredom)

"Who も が を な ぞ る"

(Everyone imitates him like this)
"弲り回す使い回しの歌に"

(Songs that can be switched at will in a loop)
"またearを塞いだ"

(plug ears again)

"It's very noisy, hey! If you want to sing, can you avoid the sleeping people..."

Just halfway through speaking, Chen Fan looked at the dark crowd below him, and stopped complaining abruptly.

Swallowing the words silently, Chen Fan raised his head and looked at where he was.

It doesn't matter if you don't look at it, Chen Fan suddenly found that he was hanging on a flagpole protruding from the wall of a building seven or eight meters above the ground. If the rope of the parachute was longer, Chen Fan would be able to step on it The heads of the people who kept waving gently along with the singing went up.

Swallowing uncontrollably, Chen Fan grabbed the rope of the parachute with his backhand, and with the heavy box on his back, he wanted to climb up to the flagpole before making plans.

As a result, after just a few pulls, despite Chen Fan's amazing arm strength, the rope of the parachute let out an overwhelmed groan.

Now Chen Fan didn't dare to move at all, not because he was worried that he would fall, but because he was afraid that the person under him would be crushed into a photo by himself carrying the heavy box.

If this was normal, Chen Fan probably didn't hesitate at all, he just cut the rope and smashed it down, killing as many as he could.

But it doesn't work now. The management bureau has distributed action recorders to the three people who entered the blockade area, and it is the kind that broadcasts in real time through special channels.

If Hu Weijiu or the bald director in the testing room see that Chen Fan is completely disregarding the lives of the people, then after completing the task and returning, they will be designated as having no good fruit for themselves.

How about using the rope to swing up and hang on the edge of the wall closest to you?

Chen Fan could do it, but he was afraid that the rope would not be able to support the swinging force.

When you fall down, use yourself as a cushion to cushion the people below?
Pull it down, the only difference between a ton of rocks and a ton of cloth is how intact the corpse can be.

After much deliberation, not only was there no good solution, but the creaking sound of the rope became louder and louder. Chen Fan, who was hanging in the air, was helpless.

Just when Chen Fan was ready to be dealt with and was about to give it a go, a light voice came from nowhere and entered Chen Fan's mind:
"Sir, what are you doing up there?"

Hearing the voice in his head, Chen Fan's body froze slightly.

Turning his head slowly, Chen Fan saw that the crowd who had been humming and clapping their hands in harmony with the melody separated left and right, forming an unimpeded road.

In this spectacular scene like Moses dividing the sea, a girl with long green hair walked slowly towards Chen Fan from the other side of the road.

The blue-green pupils were full of curiosity towards Chen Fan.

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Seeing the girl walking towards him slowly, Chen Fan's dark eyes suddenly flashed a hint of surprise.

However, in an instant, the surprise disappeared.

Chen Fan, who was dangling on the flagpole of the building, waited until the girl walked under him, and then he spoke:
"It's not very important what I do, I just hope that you can keep these ordinary people away from me, so that I won't crush them to death in a while. So... why are you looking for me, Miss Linggui?"

Chen Fan's dark figure was reflected in his emerald green eyes. The spirit ghost who was given the codename "Princess" carefully observed the man who fell from the sky in front of him. After a long time, he slowly shook his head:

"Sorry, I just felt a familiar aura from you, but if you look carefully, you are completely different from him."

Immediately afterwards, without waiting for Chen Fan with an inexplicable expression to say something, the princess turned and left without hesitation, just as abruptly as when she came.

It's just that the crowd under Chen Fan dispersed, leaving enough space for them to fall.

Witnessing the princess gradually disappearing into the crowd, Chen Fan scratched his chin in disbelief:

"It's really strange. The spirit ghosts who have been given code names seem to be no different from humans?"

Shaking his head and thinking, what does this have to do with me?Afterwards, Chen Fan took out the distributed knife from his jacket pocket and began to cut the parachute rope on his shoulder.

Amidst the still melodious singing, Chen Fan tried to save himself on the flagpole, and the sea of ​​people swayed rhythmically on the ground. Everyone did not interfere with each other and enjoyed themselves.

It's just that Chen Fan has been busy here for a long time, but the parachute straps on his shoulders are still firm, and the knife issued by the management bureau has only cut a small hole on its side that is not as wide as a finger.

So the creaking sound before was not overwhelmed, but because of the sloshing? !The Authority's equipment is too good, right? !
Twisting his armpits that had turned from pain to numbness, Chen Fan thought that if he didn't cut off the bag quickly, his two arms might be ruined here.

After thinking for a while, Chen Fan seemed to remember something, retracted the knife and stretched out a finger in each hand, aiming at the parachute straps on both sides of the opposite shoulder:

"Little Ninth Sister, the spell you taught in the past two weeks must work well, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to go anywhere today."

After muttering this sentence, Chen Fan immediately sang a poem-like language from his mouth:

"The white tiger of the west kills and loots gold,
Beastmaster, ward off evil spirits, punish evil,

The chaos at the beginning of the world, Liangyi, Sixiang, and gossip!

Spirit Mantra and Tiger Talisman · Break in one day! "

Just after Chen Fan sang the last sentence, two fan-shaped golden rays of light condensed from the tips of his fingers and flew straight out, splitting the parachute strap that Chen Fan hadn't used for a long time with a knife.

Just as he opened his mouth and wanted to smile for himself successfully casting the magic spell, Chen Fan suddenly felt a huge sense of weightlessness coming from under his feet.

Oh, I forgot that I was still on the flagpole.

However, the matter has come to this point, Chen Fan has no choice but to retract his legs, preparing to use the adjusted posture to cushion the landing.

In the next second, Chen Fan Duang landed handsomely in a superhero landing posture.

Then the leg with the knee on the ground let out an overwhelmed moan, and because of the weakness of the leg, Chen Fan rolled over unconsciously on the cold ground:

"Gah... being hung up for so long, I forgot that I was carrying a heavy sniper rifle."

In the next second, painful wailing resounded throughout the square:
"Hey, my pogongue! Oh my god, my meniscus! It's broken, it's all broken!!!"

It's just that the wailing sound could be heard in the square, and soon dissipated in the melodious singing.

(There are medial and lateral half-moon-shaped bones on the articular surface of the tibia, called menisci. The edges are thicker, closely connected with the joint capsule, and the center is thinner, in a free state. Except for the edge parts that can be repaired by themselves after damage, the meniscus After the rupture, it cannot repair itself. After meniscus resection, a fibrocartilaginous thin and narrow meniscus can be regenerated from the synovial membrane. The normal meniscus can increase the depression of the tibial condyle and line the inner and outer condyles of the femur to increase the joint Stability and play a role in buffering shocks.)
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In the monitoring room, a group of support staff watched Chen Fan play his tricks on the ground, and then fell to the side as if shouting loudly. They wanted to laugh but were forced to watch by the director behind them, so they could only hold back very hard.

However, the director is not a fool. After feeling the weird atmosphere in the monitoring room, he sighed and nodded slightly:
"Laugh if you want to, Chen Fan is a little out of line... Poof!"

The unstoppable snicker was not from the bald chief himself, but Hu Weijiu who was standing behind him couldn't hold it back, and laughed out before the bald chief finished speaking.

Turning around and staring at Hu Weijiu with wide eyes, the bald director himself couldn't help but laugh:

"Cough! In short, don't be so stiff, everyone. I'm just here to take a look to avoid the fact that the director of the administration is not present when an emergency occurs. How are you doing at ordinary times? Let's just do what's going on now."

As soon as these words came out, Hu Weijiu immediately raised her hands high:
"Xiao Zhao! Go and move my sofa here, and then bring a few bottles of happy water and potato chips!"

"... Hu Weijiu! Stop here!"

For a moment, the monitoring room was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

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Leaving aside the happy atmosphere in the monitoring room, after Chen Fan failed to land on the ground, he took a while to regenerate his knee.

Standing up and swinging his legs, Chen Fan shook his fingers that were fractured from the ground before, full of resentment, Chen Fan looked up at the flagpole hanging high.

And the parachute still blowing in the wind.

Shaking his head unbearably, Chen Fan buried the scene just now in his heart, sighed and moved his legs, and started walking to the place where the music producer lived according to the positioning system on the watch.

As for why not go to Wei Yanwu and Wu Xiu...

Not to mention that the communication range of the walkie-talkie is only 300 meters, how lucky it is to bump into each other when wandering around in such a large area, just looking at the crowd of zombies in front of him, Chen Fan didn't want to run around and cause trouble.

After thinking about it, it is best to go straight to the destination with coordinates.

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Meanwhile, near the scheduled landing site.

Dragging Wu Xiu, whose face was covered in blood, he ran wildly all the way, and Wei Yanwu followed him with a tiger pounce and led him into the depths of the alley.

In the next second, Wuyang Wuyang's crowd rushed past the entrance of the alley, and the whole alley was crumbling under the earth-shattering footsteps.

After an unknown amount of time, Wei Yanwu heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that the crowd had disappeared.

Then, he grabbed the walkie-talkie and started calling the monitoring room urgently:

"Monitoring room, monitoring room! This is Wei Yanwu! Tell Chen Fan not to go to the destination!
Absolutely not! ! ! "

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Stumbling all the way to the block where the destination is located, Chen Fan struggled through the crowds, and finally arrived at the community where the music producer lived.

Just as he was about to step into the unattended gate, the walkie-talkie on Chen Fan's shoulder suddenly rang.

But there was only one sound, and then it fell silent.

Feeling puzzled, he stretched out his hand and patted the walkie-talkie. Chen Fanxin asked what was going on. Why was there a sudden sound and then nothing happened?
Is it broken?It shouldn’t be, the products produced by the bureau must be high-quality goods, not to mention that I just squeezed through the crowd along the way, even if I threw this walkie-talkie from the cliff into the sea and soaked it for a few weeks, it could still be used when I fished it out.

While Chen Fan was thinking, he took off the walkie-talkie from his shoulder, turned on the button and said a few words:

"Hey, can you hear me? Old Wei? A dead ladyboy?"

After stopping and waiting for a while, the intercom was still quiet, only rustling static noise could be heard faintly.

Reaching out to pat the walkie-talkie again, Chen Fan repeatedly confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, then shook his head helplessly and put it back on his shoulder.

I don't know what's going on, the probability is... current interference?
Although he didn't pay much attention to the strangeness of the walkie-talkie, Chen Fan cautiously took out a bag of purple ashes wrapped in a transparent plastic bag from his coat pocket, opened the seal and carefully shook out part of the ashes to the ground.

After sealing the opening and putting the transparent plastic bag back into his pocket, Chen Fan pointed at the ashes on the ground, stretched out his hands to cushion each other up and down, and crossed each other left and right at the same time, spit out an obscure and strange sentence from his mouth:
"O purple hermit, prisoner of thorns!

Return from the shadows and travel deeper than darkness.

Tower, Fool, Hanged Man, follow my orders and appear here!
Spiritual Curse Tarot Ash Dog! "

During the deep prayer, purple ashes slowly floated up with Chen Fan's undulating voice, outlining two vaguely shaped creatures.

Finally, amidst Chen Fan's final shout, two strange beasts made of purple smoke jumped up in the sudden wind and landed lightly in front of Chen Fan.

Stretching out his hand to gently stroke the two smoke hounds, Chen Fan thought to himself that he had to rely on the dogs to find someone, and then said to the two hounds who were touched by the skillful technique:

"Go ahead, one is a sloppy middle-aged man, and the other is a blond, blue-eyed dead shemale... Forget it, it's just a young man who looks like a woman."

Hearing Chen Fan's order, one hound ran happily into the distance, while the other hound was taken aback for a moment, then shook its head and left with the first one.

Chen Fan frowned slightly as he watched the two Ash hounds jump away.

(End of this chapter)