The Riddler Get Out of Terra

"So make a price, Morrow. How much are you willing to pay for your own life?"

The joker continued to sing, this crazy clown mask wearing a purple suit, standing in the dark basement with a gentle manner, singing in a pretentious tone the aria that Morrow was so sleepy when listening to the opera.

But this clown is different. He seems to feel that he is living in a world of arias. He is serious when singing lyrics and music, as if he is treating something more important than life.

Compared with the exaggerated and contrived lyrics of the actors, Joker's lines not only determine whether Morrow can survive, but also seem to be about something more important.

The basement was suddenly decorated with a solemn and sacred meaning.

But no matter how solemn and sacred the moment was, Morrow had no intention of appreciating it. He was shocked by Joker's moodiness, and racked his brains to think about the high price to pay to save his life.

Finally, he came up with a suitable price.

"No. 63, Sicilian Ditch, is the abandoned safe house of the Lapland family; No. 54, Sicilian Ditch, is the abandoned safe house of the Texas family. I stored food, weapons and Price. These can buy my life. I also know many capable people as well as scum. As long as there is a price, they can act as your hands."

"I can live as your contact person. You are new here. The strong dragon killed Ferdinand. Now you have become a public enemy in Sicily. All gang families want your head. This is not alarmist. Sicily has always had such rule."

"Of course I know you don't care, but these flies are always around your ears, which must be quite annoying. And I can be a fly swatter and swat away all the flies. I just ask you to spare my life."

"It's not that I don't have money to give you, but most of the money I've saved over the years has gone to my superiors. They are the ones who suck out the bones and marrow."

"I'm not lying to you. I didn't come up with the one-dollar plan. I'm at best the executor. They just thought it was too troublesome for these infected people to live, so they used some means. I can only be regarded as a knife."

Morro prayed pitifully to the joker.

As for arrogantly asking people to let him go?

That is the maximum pressure negotiation method that normal people would adopt. For crazy people to use this negotiation method is to commit suicide.

Morrow tried his best to save his life. .

Chapter 38 One Yuan, Just One Yuan (End)

boom--

A loud bang sounded next to Morrow's dazed head.

The poor victim had to open his drowsy eyes tortured by fatigue and fear, and was successfully reminded by the severe pain in his eye sockets how critical the situation was now.

Joker didn't give him any medicine at all, and Morrow could only rely on his body's self-healing ability to recover.

What's even more regrettable is that such self-recovery without medicine has very little effect during the scattered sleep time - Morrow was obviously accustomed to such pain in the stinking ditch, but now that he has become a big boss, he is more accustomed to it. Get used to it.

——Any gangster who wants to make progress will give him a beating

Prepare reasonable medicine and food. Morrow suffered many injuries after joining Black Star, but he always received timely treatment.

just now……

Only the stiffness of his dry throat reminded him that he should drink some water. The madman Joker didn't consider Morrow's personal problems at all.

The powerful man could only be grateful that it had only been a night, and he could still hold back his physical needs to maintain his last dignity and find ways to escape.

What?Why not pray for joker's cooperation?

Stop talking nonsense. Morrow and joker are just trying to make ends meet. Do you believe in a moody lunatic?

When Morrow was a little gangster, he knew it would be difficult to follow a moody boss!

It's a pity that Joker's strict defense made Morrow's cleverness come to nothing. Zi Sui never thought of letting Morrow escape alive.

He first knocked Morrow out again with a few punches, then stripped him into a naked pig and tied him to a chair again - this time using the same extremely thin wire, Morrow even had to be careful to maintain his own The body remains still and motionless.

——Joker, this bastard, even had a coil of steel wire wrapped around Morrow’s little baby!

Morrow spent the whole night like this due to the huge drain on his energy and spirit. Now he was vaguely sleepy, but he had to maintain the balance of his body until he was called out again by this loud noise.

In front of him was a pile of brand-new banknotes. These waste papers that Morrow had regarded as treasures in the past were piled into a hill. Judging from the number, the bang just now was not the echo caused by these things hitting the ground. .

Morrow was in a cold sweat. After he woke up, he just guessed and understood what the joker had done. This madman with superior martial arts had just quietly moved a large number of Sicilian banknotes around him.

——There was no sound. What woke Morrow was the dull sound of a dozen pieces of waste paper deliberately thrown by the joker hitting the paper mountain.

Morrow looked at the joker who was sitting on the pile of money and looked down at him with confusion. The first thing that caught his eye was the man's leather shoes that were still shiny after walking all night.

What Morrow saved was in passbooks, and he had a small amount of cash, but not as much as Joker had taken out now. Joker could only have withdrawn this amount of money from the bank again.

Morro is a little confused. Joker is willing to expose himself to the Sicilian gangster just to pile a mountain of cash in front of him?

"Don't be excited, my dear Morrow, I went to the bank specifically to get... all the money you saved. Of course, I know clearly that this so-called money is not as much as you actually got."

"No, no, no, there's no need to quibble. Your frank attitude and painless micro-expression when you confessed revealed too much. I know you still have a lot of good things in store. If you think about it carefully, I know that you still have a lot of good things. The idea of ​​​​making a comeback after escaping."

Joker sat on the money mountain happily and said to Morrow.

"No, no, no. How could it be?" Morrow said this in one bite.

"How could I do this? This is really all the money I have gotten over the years, and most of it has been taken by those big shots. I really didn't lie to you!"

"Of course I know that most of the money has been taken away. Stories like this from Syracuse are rare. But I also know that what you stored is definitely more than that. In Sicily, even the ransom will not be the entire wealth."

"You have to leave something as capital for revenge."

You know these rules but you still knowingly break them?

Morrow only dared to think about it in his heart.

But then he became anxious again. The joker didn't say that the money could buy his life!

Morrow was silent for a while, but joker was more patient than he thought. Now the purple suit just sat on the money mountain with a smile and repeatedly recited the wonderful and poetic passages in "Texas and Lapland".

In the end, Morrow couldn't bear it anymore. His physiological needs repeatedly reminded him that his last bit of dignity was about to disappear!

"Can what I have taught you buy my life? I can now go to various places to find the people you need to help you!"

"Morrow, Morrow, you are the one who is both smart and stupid."

Joker did not answer Morrow's question.Instead, he lit a match in front of him, but blew it out under Morrow's nervous gaze.

He seemed to just want to see Morrow's nervous expression.

"Your boss also gave a lot. Unfortunately, business is business, and he was still one yuan short."

In the past, Morrow's tried-and-tested reasons for rejecting infected people who gave him all their belongings in exchange for painkillers became joker's random fabrication in reply to him.

Inspired by Morro's ominous premonition, Joker began to smear a blood-colored liquid on the Qianshan Mountain around Morro. This liquid was colorless and odorless. Morro could only smell a faint smell of blood despite his best efforts, but The smell of blood is elegant and fragrant, like the juice of certain flowers.

But Morrow's intuition, which had been honed in the slums for a long time, reminded him crazily of the dangers of this liquid, and Morrow's nerves were even trembling with pain.

But his pain couldn't change anything. The strong man could only speak tremblingly when joker casually smeared a faint blood color on the waste paper: "What is this?"

At most, Morrow thought of some cults running rampant in Sicily. From the smell, he judged that this liquid could not be anything.

Such a dangerous thing with huge destructive power, so I can still continue to communicate with the joker.

Could it be that Joker is the high priest of some new cult and plans to sacrifice him?

"It's a beautiful legend that the panacea heals us and this imitation destroys everything."

Joker spoke in a melancholy tone that Morrow could not understand.

Then he lit another match in front of Moreau.

——Thrown it on the bloody liquid.

boom--

The flames burned at a speed far faster than pouring gasoline. The blood-colored liquid was an excellent accelerant, allowing the flames to greedily lick these treasures that Morro was unwilling to give up.

! ! ! !

Morrow was stunned and speechless. He suddenly struggled hard and was scratched all over by the extremely thin wire. Even his little brother was bleeding. Even so, he struggled crazily.

Because he saw joker once again opening a test tube filled with blood-colored liquid and walking towards him while dripping.

The other end of the blood line is connected to the burning mountain of money!

Joker grabbed Morrow's head, straightened his face and stared into his eyes, pouring blood red liquid from head to toe, and then said in a hoarse and low voice, as if to the deep voice of his lover:

"One yuan, only one yuan missing. Sorry, it's really just one yuan short. But this is business, and there's nothing I can do about it."

No--! ! ! !

Chapter 39 joker ([-])

Early morning in Sicily is not like the normal time of day in Syracuse.

There was dew and a lot of people in the former, and the fighting among the black zone members coming and going started at this time, and some even lasted from night to morning.

the latter……

It can only be said that everyone living in the wilderness is trying to find a way to survive, and has no time or inclination to pay attention to the same desolate scenery.

The first thing the wilderness people do when they get up in the morning is to let the night watchers go to rest, and the remaining people take care of life and prepare food. The experienced elders will walk around the camp with worry, observing whether There are scenes of natural disasters striking.

The life that the former is accustomed to is considered ideal for the latter, although for Jerome de now, both are equally intolerable to him.

For a moment, he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

The priest had only led them on behalf of them for less than two weeks, but his traces were firmly imprinted on the impressions of the residents of Yanan.

The priest named Macaron is cruel, crazy, and indifferent, but he uses great influence to establish a ruthless order that is just and fair.

Careerists and unscrupulous people will feel that this suppresses their nature and ambition.

But the priest never thought there was anything wrong with this. He said very straightforwardly that if he couldn't bear it, get out and die if he was greedy. Yanan was his macaron, and he was not just a bunch of people who just wanted to be a master when they were full and had nothing to do. of the idiot!

Of course, this is something that needs to be chosen from the very beginning. Whether you can leave after injecting the blood source depends on whether the priest is careful or not.

If the injected blood source is not taken regularly, it will turn into the appearance of an orc. The infected people of Jerome De's line were injected with a large amount of panacea by the priest in advance, so the symptoms appeared much earlier than the ordinary residents of Yharnam.

They have observed the scene of transformation more closely than ordinary Yharnam residents: transformation is undoubtedly accompanied by great pain, and it is difficult to end once it begins.

Jerome clearly saw Luper, who had a resolute Chinese character face after being repaired by the blood source and baptized by the priest, being tortured and rolling on the ground, in agony.

This process is clearly accompanied by the struggle of human nature.

Whether it was Jerome's observation of the expressions of volunteers who volunteered, or the preset questions repeatedly asked by the priest beside him, he could answer them clearly.

He could also reply to the greetings from Jerome and the others, proving that he had not lost his mind. He could even tell Jerome with a grin that this thing did hurt a bit.

But as the volunteer continued to use Originium skills to aggravate the infection, and the blood source continued to fight against the infection, the call for animality and primitiveness became stronger and stronger, and his self-control became increasingly difficult to control.

Finally at a certain moment, the volunteer’s eyes turned cloudy.

What happened next was violent and disgusting. In the violent roar, Luper's flesh and blood shattered into pieces like fragments. It seemed that some kind of monster was gradually bursting out of his body and tearing his skin into pieces.

The bones have proliferated, and the stubble is looming, and the originally strong and upright face has been torn apart, making it look hideous and disgusting.

The jaws protrude, the eye sockets become narrow, human ears degenerate, and animal ears proliferate.

Thick black hair extended from the gaps in the flesh, as if some disgusting curse had regenerated and grown in their bodies and gradually covered the original image.

What finally appeared in front of Jerome De was a transformed black-haired terrifying Luper, or in other words, a terrifying werewolf.

This is a giant werewolf that has always had a strong sense of terror in Sicilian legends.

Even though he knew that this was due to blood transformation, Jerome de couldn't help but give this terrifying thing that was fierce and violent and always staring at the throat of the priest closest to it a mythical character.

After transforming into a beast, the nearly three-meter-tall werewolf almost couldn't wait to attack the priest.

——Then he was knocked to the ground by the priest with three punches and two kicks.

Jerome de thought that his transformation into a beast was nothing more than that, until he completed the transformation that night with Jerome's full support.

The powerful feeling is undoubtedly addictive. Even if the body is originally strengthened by blood,

The unmatched gang killer was easily slaughtered by the beast-turned-giant wolf.

The hard armor is no match for a hand, and a random shot can destroy the entire space. At that moment, he was so ferocious that just shaking his body brought the entire building to the verge of collapse.

Even without Jerome's reminder, Jerome, who was on the verge of madness at that time, knew that the arrows shot by the gangsters at him had no effect and would only be bounced off by his flesh - the bonus of animal transformation was really too big.

Large enough to destroy all the advantages of street fighting weapons, in the end the only ones that can compete with these werewolves are those large and well-equipped legions.

But Jerome had an intuition that even if these legions encountered a small force of werewolves, it would be a brutal fight.

In his madness, Jerome told him in a wicked way that he could quickly heal and strengthen himself by eating corpses - Jerome was thankful that his sanity had not been completely lost.

Unless there is an absolute difference in weapons for such a war-based legion, even Ursus' group of gray animals who regard numbers as numbers will need to weigh their own weight.

Such a terrifying werewolf was slapped down by the priest.

"You're distracted, Jeromed."

A low, hoarse voice with the same timbre as his sounded in Jerome de's head.

"..."