Four or five police cars stopped at the door of the animation exhibition, with great momentum.

Everyone looked sideways, watching a dozen people jumping out of the car and walking into the animation exhibition.

"Hehehe, invitation letter!" Before entering the door, a security guard came out from somewhere and pressed the baton to stop the group.

Tell, the program npc in the Death Space is just a stubborn! A group of fake policemen thought to themselves, took out their IDs and shook them at the security guard. Although they were not real policemen, these badges, uniforms, police numbers, and even their identity information were all in the police archives and they could not be real anymore.

The security guard took the ID and checked one by one: "Did you come for the accident just now? Didn't you confirm it was an accident? Why are there so many people coming again?" Although it was a program NPC, it acted rather dullly, and still had a basic IQ.

The leading policeman raised his eyebrows: "Police, why do you care about so much? Where is the surveillance room? Take us there!"

"Okay." The security guard nodded and pointed in a direction, "On there." He lowered his head and shouted on the intercom, "Boss, boss, there is a police officer coming to handle the case, and he is going to the surveillance room...Boss? Boss? Huh, where is the person?"

"Not good!" Hearing the security guard's words, several players' expressions changed, and they accelerated their pace and ran towards the monitoring room. Turning through the corner of the hall, passing through an iron gate, and a few steps, the Comic Exhibition Monitoring Room appeared in front of them.

"Damn! Come one step later!" Looking at the bloody mess in the surveillance room, a group of police officers beat the wall with hatred.

There were seven or eight people in the monitoring room...probably, because it was not very clear. Two people had their heads cut off by ceiling fans and were lying in the center of the room; one person fell face down on the table with a full pen holder on his face; one person had an electric baton in his mouth, and his whole head was burnt with electricity...

The ceiling fan fell to the ground, and it seemed to be still on. It tried to rotate one after another, but it was stuck by the thigh bone of the corpse and could not move. The electric baton in the mouth could vaguely hear the "cracking" sound of ignition. The microwave in the room was still rotating, and the printer was flying everywhere with sprayed white paper.

However, these are not what players will care about. They only care about the same thing - those hard drives connected to the monitor.

"As a matter of course, all of them were taken away, dazzled!" Looking at the empty bracket, a group of people fisted angrily.

"Wait, there seems to be one left." Suddenly, a player's eyes lit up and he walked towards the corpse with the pen holder in his face. He pulled the corpse down, took out a hard drive pressed down, and waved it proudly a few times. "Maybe the hard drive data is full, and it was killed just when it was replaced."

In other words, there is probably a complete process of the accident in the hard drive, which may also include the scene of the assailant sneaking into the surveillance room.

"Hurry, hurry up, let it go and see." A group of people couldn't wait to squeeze into the monitoring room.

"No! Something is not right here!" Suddenly, the player walking in the front stopped and his eyes were fixed on the still rotating microwave oven. What was turning inside seemed to be a... wine bottle?

Who would take the microwave to warm up wine?

"Everyone hurry up! Go out!" He screamed when he realized that something was wrong. This reaction was really fast, but unfortunately... it was still too late.

The red wine bottle in the microwave oven was already overwhelmed, and at this moment, it exploded. "Hula..." The overwhelming blue flames spewed out of the microwave oven and instantly filled the entire room. They fell on everyone's body and ignited their clothes; they fell on the flying white paper, and all the burning objects ignited a raging flame.

Few alcohols can burn so quickly, unless they are vodka at 96 degrees, whiskey at 92 degrees, Qinghe Daqu at 75 degrees, or simpler... very common medical alcohol.

"Fortunately, fortunately, the explosion power is not very strong." The players said with lingering fear as they slapped the flames on their bodies. "It must be that the design failed, right? However, how did the opposite side get our name and appearance."

As he was talking, he suddenly poured a basin of cold water.

The burning flames triggered the fire alarm, and the sprinklers on the top of the room started to rain heavily. In the blink of an eye, everyone in the room was wet from their heads to their feet. Water was sprinkled on the ground, and also on the wires that had been burned through by alcohol.

"I'm dying..." In an instant, the room was covered with lightning, and everyone present shivered like a snoring.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" There was a lot of curses.

"What, what, how could it be..."

"Fire alarm, fire alarm is not, shouldn't it be automatically, power outage...?"

No matter how confused, how confused they are, how they complain, they miscalculated. They fell into the plasma hell, their whole body twitched, and the electric fire was faintly visible. Without more than ten or twenty seconds, they all stopped struggling and turned into coke, and the aroma of meat dissipated in the air.

completely annihilated!

The number of people online is 1,658, and the number of people active is 899.

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"How could it be?"

"If the death design affects innocent people, it will automatically be terminated!"

In the external channel, the dead players still argue endlessly.

Why do these people gather together instead of scattering? Because of this characteristic of death design - affecting innocent players, the design automatically terminates.

When everyone gets together, even if the other person has information on one person, it is impossible to master everyone's. It is safer to get together and is a very practical combat skill.

Even so, there is only one possibility that you will be beaten up in one go - the other party has everyone's information.

But... how is it possible? Everyone rushed over from all directions and rushed in without touching the ground. How powerful is the opponent to collect all their appearances in this short time and figure out their names.

"Cheating! This must be cheating!" Someone shouted in dissatisfaction.

"It's a damn pussy, it's a damn pussy." The slutty and unkind spoke and scolded. What he was doing was cheating, and it was the highest-end cheating. Say that others cheated under his nose? Don't curse people like this!

"It's that security guard! That security guard!" Someone suddenly slapped his thigh, "From the time we entered the door and went to the security room, the only thing we had contact with was the security guard. He had checked the IDs of each of us!"

"But we use fake names on our documents..."

"The ID is fake, the photo is real. When something happened to us, was the security guard following our butt?" Within thirty meters, there was no name needed.

After a while of silence: "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Amid the manic cursing, someone shouted: "Shut up and shut up! Shut up and shut up! I saw that security guard! Is he about 1.8 meters tall, very young but MAN?"

Although most of the people who came died, not all of them were disguised as policemen, and some were ordinary tourists.

"Yes, that guy! How could he be? He killed enough ten people? Why haven't he left?"
Chapter completed!