Wu Ke is dead.
Everyone couldn't believe it.
Wu Ke died like this.
Everyone present was silent, even Jiang Yaoqing and others on the side.
How could this happen...?
Isn't Wu Ke a perverted murderer? How could he burn himself to death without any counterattack?
"what happened……?"
Jiang Yaoqing hesitated to speak, looking at the last trace of fire burning in front of her, she fell into a long silence.
Wu Ke's last look...
Not like a murderer, like a living person.
However, Wu Ke's sins are so serious that the cause and effect will find him sooner or later.
In other words, his death was only a matter of time.
The fire burned, and where the flames dissipated, a mask fell, and a groove was embedded in the somewhat thick snow.
Jiang Yaoqing stepped forward to pick it up, stretched out her hand and shook it. The texture of the mask was very heavy.
[Congratulations to anchor Jiang Yaoqing for receiving an A+ grade prop - clown mask]
[Prop name: clown mask]
[Item grade: A+ (broken)]
[Prop Skill: Stand-in]
[Skill introduction: Wearing a mask, others will not be able to tell your true face. Are you him? Or her? Or is it? If you don’t tell, who can tell the difference? 】
The lines on the mask are deep, like the rough skin of a tree.
Jiang Yaoqing picked up the mask, made a gesture on her face, and then paused.
Jiang Yao's amber eyes were slightly startled as her eyes rested on the font inside the mask.
With his lips frozen to an unhealthy white color, Jiang Yubai jumped down from the elevated platform.
"What's wrong?"
Although Jiang Yubai was surprised by Wu Ke's death, he was not too shocked.
There are too many weird things in the live broadcast copy. Without a stable and strong heart, it will be difficult to reach the end.
[Jiang Yaoqing: Get in the car first, I’ll talk to you in the car]
Jiang Yaoqing sent a message to several people through [Ethereal Eye].
Jiang Yubai quickly reacted and glanced at the crowd watching behind him.
"Let's disperse. Shelter 007 is ahead. Everyone pack up and drive straight ahead."
As soon as Jiang Yubai finished speaking, people's enthusiastic calls rang out from the bridge across the river.
"Wu Ke is dead!!! Very happy!!"
"No need to be afraid of entering the open dungeon alone anymore, woohoo!!"
"so happy!!"
"Ahhhhh, I witnessed a miracle!!"
…
After being shocked at the beginning, the friends in the live broadcast room all ran to Wu Ke's live broadcast room.
When they saw that Wu Ke's live broadcast room turned gray and displayed [the anchor is dead], everyone couldn't help but raise the corners of their mouths.
It's higher than when you're in love.
"I just said, God-level reserve team yydS ahhhhhhh!! It's so cool!!"
"Mom, my wish came true!!"
"Ahhhhh, I love you, Jiang Yaoqing!! Jiang Yubai!! And Xiaolu!!!"
"I really cried. My brother was killed by Wu Ke. Woohoo, it would be great if the god-level reserve team could show up earlier!"
But compared with all the praise, there were also some insults in the live broadcast room.
"What kind of bullshit god-level reserve team? I paid so much money to Wu Ke just to see him kill people, but he died?"
"Why didn't you save me earlier? Wu Ke just killed my sister. Why? God-level reserve teams are all hypocrites!! They are all hypocrites!!"
"That's right, my father was shot by a gun just now..."
"Upstairs, if the god-level reserve team doesn't save you, it won't harm your interests. I know it's sad that your relative has passed away, but I also hope you won't be morally kidnapped."
"Upstairs, I am sad and obedient, life and death are determined by destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky."
——
Open the car door.
Jiang Yaoqing huddled in the driver's seat and rubbed her hands.
The stiffness on his face melted slightly, and the small frost on his eyelashes turned into crystal water, dripping down like tears.
Jiang Yaoqing sniffed and her face turned slightly red.
The cars around them honked their horns and then sped around in front of them.
"mask."
Jiang Yaoqing took out her props from the system space, took the somewhat heavy mask in her hand, and showed it to everyone present.
"Look at the words here."
Jiang Yubai was close and watched the most carefully.
The writing on it is very light in color and even a little unclear due to wear and tear.
[This mask belongs to internal beta anchor No. 100 Wu Ke]
"What is a closed beta anchor?"
Jiang Yubai paused. This was the first time he heard of this title.
"I seem to have seen it in a book before." Jiang Yao's amber eyes turned slightly. Under the light in the car, the amber color was slightly lighter.
"It should be Professor Liu Siqun's "On the Dynamics of Copy Generation in Interstellar Live Broadcast Rooms"."
"I remember that in the later chapters of this book, Professor Liu Siqun mentioned the classification of anchors."
"He said that the current anchors who are on the bright side are students from aristocratic families and schools. But as a high-dimensional civilization invaded by foreign forces, the Interstellar Live Broadcast Room certainly does not want its influence to be limited to this."
"Furthermore, according to statistics, there are many more anchors appearing in the live broadcast copy than those registered in the file. He reasonably guessed that in addition to those who spontaneously entered the live broadcast, there were also a group of people who were selected by the system."
"It's just that because of the special nature of this group, their relevant information is blurred in the system, which leads us to subconsciously ignore the life experience and origin of these anchors selected by the system."
"Wu Ke should be in his mid-thirties. He is not a student and does not belong to any aristocratic family. Except for the fact that he queued up to enter the live broadcast room opened by the federation for the common people, there is indeed something fishy about his appearance."
Jiang Yaoqing's output made everyone present feel confused.
"and……"
Jiang Yaoqing looked at the words, held the mask under the light, and turned it slightly.
"3220789."
He read out a string of numbers.
"This seems to be a copy code." Jiang Yubai said.
"Yes, it's the copy code," Jiang Yaoqing squinted her eyes, "I found it behind that paragraph of text. This code seems to have appeared just now."
Xiao Shi looked solemn, but he had no right to speak now.
"Copy code, internal beta host..." Jiang Yubai glanced outside the car, "I am very curious now, what is going on in the interstellar live broadcast room."
