Staring directly at the ancient gods for a whole year

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Looking at the key in her hand, Medea once again asked the question of her soul.

The person in front of her looked more and more cold and crazy in her eyes, making fear seep out of her heart uncontrollably.

Medea had a vague feeling that the other party was not interested in her body or life.

But this not only failed to bring a sense of security, but instead made the fear stronger.

The only thing that was gratifying was that she confirmed that this was an ordinary house and there was nothing unusual about it.

Um?

The next moment, Medea couldn't help but look confused.

Right in front of her, Fu Qian took out something like a thin wire.

That seems to be your own card, right? What is he doing with this thing?

The moment this idea arose, he saw the latter straightening the hairpin slightly and inserting it directly into the lock cylinder.

When his head was confused by this move, the door lock opened with a click.

This this……

Facing this scene, Medea only felt that her cognition had been penetrated by something, and her whole person was completely numb.

Suddenly she recalled the scene in the office before. Did I not forget to lock it at that time?

"Lock it."

Halfway through his thoughts, he was interrupted by Fu Qian's voice.

Medea looked up and found Fu Qian pointing at the key in her hand, seeming to indicate to her to relock the door lock.

Isn't he going to the back room?

From Medea's perspective, she could see that there was really just a little debris behind this door, and nothing of value.

So what's the point of him doing this?

The order before paying further confused her thinking.

But chaos was chaos, and the other party's tone did not allow for refutation.

Medea did not dare to express any doubt, stepped forward and re-locked the door with the key, and stepped back again under the signal from Fu Qian's eyes.

…

[It’s locked, you need a key to open it]

Looking at the prompt that appeared again in front of him, Fu Qian sighed.

Is this probably the weirdest way to destroy the world?

The fire of the incinerator comes from self-combustion, just like a man covered with wounds, relying on the blood gushing from the wounds to drown the things that hurt him.

What if the wound has expanded to an unbearable level before the blood drowns the other person?

Will the body that is already riddled with holes completely collapse?

This is a race against time.

In the midst of emotion, Fu Qian moved his hands without any hesitation and opened the door lock again within a few seconds.

Its endurance has a limit, and its efficiency of erasure also has a limit. What I have to do is to penetrate its limit before being obliterated.

In addition, considering the chaos that can be seen everywhere, there should be more than one way to challenge the limits of this world.

In the original plan, Fu Qian wanted to take a look at the school storage room again.

Unfortunately, the final countdown has already begun since Medea received that call.

I don’t have time to verify them one by one, so I can only choose the ready-made method.

Fortunately, judging from previous experience, the simple act of unlocking can trigger quite violent reactions.

For now, this is undoubtedly a good sign.

Then it’s time for the stabbing.

Every time you open a lock without a key, it can be regarded as a stab in the body.

The reason why they kidnapped someone and came to this place in the first place was because it was conceivable that such behavior would inevitably cause a violent reaction.

Of course it would be faster to do this kind of thing directly at Medea's house, but if it is in the center of the city, the targeted power that "it" can mobilize will undoubtedly be much richer.

Calculated, the damage caused may not be maximized.

"Lock it."

Seeing Medea suffering another impact, Fu Qian ordered again.

Faced with such scenes that challenged his cognition repeatedly, the latter seemed to have given up thinking and just mechanically stepped forward after hearing the words.

This time the door lock opened faster.

"Lock it."

…

Time passed by minute by minute.

In this remote country villa, the two of them repeated the opening and closing actions tirelessly.

Apart from the sound of the locking and unlocking mechanism, there was no other sound.

"How long will it take?"

After locking the door again, Medea seemed to be on the verge of collapse and asked in a desperate tone.

"about there."

Unexpectedly, Fu Qian gave an unexpected answer.

"it's over?"

Medea was stunned for a moment and asked in a relieved tone.

"I'm talking about you, give me the key."

Unfortunately, Fu Qian only took the key from her hand, then walked to the side and dragged a high stool over.

Not understanding what Fu Qian wanted to do, Medea watched helplessly as he took out the rope from the black bag he brought in.

"Put your hands behind your back."

He made a gesture and motioned for Medea to sit on the chair.

this……

Some resisted the thick dust on the chair, but Medea hesitated for a moment and finally gritted her teeth and sat on it.

"very good."

Her back tightened, and although she couldn't see it, Medea could clearly confirm that she was tied to the chair.

"Do not kill me!"

Medea said in a frightened and pleading tone.

I couldn't stand up, and I couldn't see the movements behind me.

This state of being at the mercy of others, coupled with the impact along the way, is undoubtedly quite difficult to accept.

"Sit quietly and don't make a sound no matter what you see. This will bring you closer to your own demands."

It's a pity that Fu Qian didn't pay attention to her. After doing all this, he had already turned around, issued the key in one hand and the card in the other, and continued to repeat mechanically.

It's a pity that this thing doesn't have a progress bar.

While turning the switch casually, I sighed in my heart before paying.

From this point of view, the game world is actually quite good.

The sense of certainty brought by the progress bar is really powerful in promoting enthusiasm for work!

In fact, it is such a world that with just a few simple tips, many incredible and weird things can easily grow.

For example, the chainsaw madman Trica.

For a girl under twenty years old to be able to do that is almost impossible in the world she lives in.

Presumably this person must have encountered many reminders at some key points in his growth process.

As for why Medea was tied up?

Fu Qian is not so naive as to think that by escaping to a random place, he can sit back and relax and stab him at will.

What he has to do is to break the dimensional wall - with a mortal body.

Life-saving is no joke.

As a race against death, counting the time, the Shadow of Destruction should be coming.

In fact, less than five minutes after Fu Qian tied the man up, he heard the sound of an engine coming from outside.

"What the hell are you doing?"

A moment later, the door to the room was pushed open, and Sheriff Stan walked in with a frosty look on his face.