Those eight people - the eight people on the street have always been called brothers, but it is not because they are close to each other, but because they are alienated from each other.
They are afraid of their colleagues, but they are eager to be rescued at the critical moment of life and death.
They covet their companions and want to take everything they have, but they are worried that others think the same way.
As a result, this group of people with evil intentions began to play tricks on each other. They called each other brothers and handed over their weaknesses to others.
Those members who couldn't hand over the clues were gradually abandoned by these people in the mission.
Over time, only these eight small groups are left that can rescue each other and exclude each other.
They went down in order and were called brothers.
Chen Qing's reaction was extremely fast. When he saw the other person's fingertips reaching towards him, he moved the person's body from behind to the front.
On the two of them, a curtain that distorted the scenery blocked their bodies. He stepped back sideways, retreated to the corner of the curtain, and left his body there.
But for the man in front of him, his face was full of astonishment.
Is he dead? that's all? I pushed him casually.
He was puzzled, and the images in his mind were all from the previous scene.
He remembered that his hand actually fell on his partner, but he didn't use any force! He just wants to leave hidden wounds!
I hope the curtain on him is broken and he becomes the first person to be killed by Chen Qing!
But the feeling of the hit was soft and soft. His mind was in a daze, and his heart was even more confused and shocked. He raised his head, but he could feel the questioning eyes of several people on the deserted street.
"No, we can't let them think that I don't care about face."
He was thinking to himself, and his eyes fell on the corpse in front of him. He saw that the other person's body was covered in blood, and the blood had been somewhat exhausted, and it clearly did not look like the injury he had just suffered.
He felt cold, and just when he was about to defend himself, someone spoke up.
"He killed Lao Qi! He killed Lao Qi!"
They followed the sound and found that it should be where the third person was speaking.
"Third brother! What nonsense are you talking about!"
They turned their heads, and another voice came from the position just now: "It's not...it's not me! I didn't speak just now!
Someone is imitating my voice! "
They looked at him with disdain, several hesitated to speak, and a few others looked on coldly.
"Someone is imitating our voice!" Lao San said again.
"No...no! I didn't say this! Don't believe it!"
They heard two identical words, and they identified the second person as Chen Qing.
"Stop talking! Leave quickly!" One of them shouted. The voice was a bit older, with a commanding tone in it.
"He didn't kill him...Lao Qi has been dead for a while."
The quarrel in the crowd stopped.
They stopped arguing and moved on.
The moment they walked more than a few dozen meters, a miserable wail suddenly resounded through the crowd.
They looked back and saw their former acquaintance put away the blood on his hands. He wiped the blood on his sleeves and pulled the thin curtain beside him to cover himself.
They looked at the smile on the man's face, and looked at the face that had once been blamed for the false snake.
In an instant, everything fell into place.
Their eyes were cold, and after tightening the coverings on their bodies, they stared at their surroundings.
"It's him! It's Chen Qing! The information is correct! He sneaked in!"
someone said.
"Is there a mole among us? Where is he!"
"No...be careful, everyone! I didn't say there was a mole! I didn't say that! He was imitating my voice!"
"No! He's the fake one! He imitated my voice!"
"No...no!"
They listened to the two words coming from the crowd, and there was no difference between the same voices.
When they wanted to speak again, their own words came to their ears, using their own voices to convey unknown messages.
"Lift the dusk! The one who dares not to lift it is the mole!"
"Are you fucking crazy! Open it first!"
"Open it and use it as a target?!"
They were noisy and didn't understand each other, but they had one point of view that couldn't be opened in the evening.
Absolutely not.
But can they still move forward?
In this moment of hesitation of three or two seconds, blood suddenly appeared along with a brief silence.
The sound sounded like a clear spring in the night, and the bright red dotted the distorted scene.
They saw that the murderous face belonged to Lao San.
"It's not me! It's not me!"
He was frightened, full of pulling away the dusk on his face in order to be innocent, his voice trembled, the feeling of looking at himself killing others... the feeling of looking at "himself" was so terrifying.
They heard the fourth child's voice coming from the front, and looked into his eyes again, and couldn't help but believe it a little bit.
That's true... that's true.
They thought so, but they remained silent and did not dare to respond. One person who had a good relationship with him reluctantly said "hmm".
It was that answer that cost him his life.
He looked at the blood seeping out from his chest, and watched as the blood gradually gathered into a human shape after being reflected on a curtain.
The height and proportions are also consistent with what everyone remembers.
That is the figure of the third child.
"He's fake!"
He took a step forward, as if he could only find his position after hearing the answer. The panic look on his face didn't even have time to be replaced. Just like this, with a look of panic and horror, he inserted the knife The opponent's chest.
"He is fake! He is fake! The third child has been killed!"
Someone in the crowd shouted loudly, but they fell into silence when they saw the weird smile on the fourth man's face and when he changed into another person's curtain.
"What about the third child?"
They were silent and no one could answer.
died? Or fall somewhere.
They listened with bated breath, and the third child's voice came from beside them again.
"He's here with me!"
There was a shout from the crowd.
"The third child is here with me!" They followed the voice and saw that the third child fell in a shadow with a pool of blood underneath him.
The steps beneath them retreated unconsciously, and the expressions on their faces were tense and depressed.
They looked at the two people standing at the same place, and the leader who had been commanding the crowd moved.
He turned over his hand and took out the blade. The blade was thin and long, about twenty or thirty centimeters, and no wider than two fingers. It was more like a wider needle than a blade.
He held the blade and his eyes stopped on Lao San.
He twisted his waist hard, and the muscles on his back bulged. The fibers on each muscle were as hard as steel bars. In the next second, those muscles all relaxed. It was the bones on the shoulders that drove the arms forward. Swinging, the twisted and relaxed back muscles burst out with huge power, and then, the power was transmitted along the arms to the palm of the hand.
The huge force sent the blade away from his hand, flying in the air, shining brightly with a ray of silver light in the moonlight, and then fell into Lao San's chest.
It was there, as if it had grown there in the first place.
It pierced the chest, but not a drop of blood seeped out. The blade melted towards the surroundings, and the silver-white solution covered the chest. Then in the next second, the silver-white part seemed to disappear out of thin air. It is penetrated into the organs and internal organs in the chest.
In another second, the internal organs in his chest disappeared, and a hole as big as his head appeared out of thin air.
The man on the ground seemed to have just woken up. He came to his senses, raised his head and looked at the gap in his chest. Before he could speak, his eyes widened and he died there without even taking a breath.
"keep going!"
As they listened to the leader's order, several of them had a cold look in their eyes.
When they passed by the third person, they lowered their heads in silence. They stopped and gave their fingers time to fly on his chest.
They took away the man's weapons and the protective gear he used to protect his life. They pretended to squeeze out two tears in the next second, and then without even having time to say a word, they quickened their pace and returned to their seats. .
But before their lineup was formed, a voice spread from the crowd.
"The boss is so fierce... He killed his teammates in one go."
When they heard the sound appearing out of thin air, their footsteps suddenly stopped.
That voice belonged to the third child, and then it didn't.
They listened as the voice turned into another person among the members, and a trace of panic filled the air among everyone.
That voice was like a roll call from the God of Death. Whoever it belongs to will have his lifespan expired.
They looked at the top of the crowd, and suddenly.
They began to think again that maybe Death was not that voice.
At least they haven't seen that voice actually kill anyone.
Or rather.
Who can guarantee that there really is such a person, that he really exists, and that he is not just a double act played by people in the team?
Perhaps it was their own voice that was silenced by the boss after killing the person they wanted to abandon.
They hesitated and began to wonder about the purpose of this operation.
No matter how strong they are, they can't face a mature investigator. Without thermal weapons, they shouldn't be here in the first place.
They lowered their heads, and the images flashing through their minds became more and more suspicious.
Then, their pace began to slow down.
But no one saw it.
Immediately afterwards, the second person and the fourth person collided, and the fourth person collided with the fifth person.
They stopped, feeling that the leader was getting further and further away.
