An airplane landed at London Airport. When the tour group walked out of the airport, Meng Ke immediately connected the Spirit Line to a local Londoner.

The tourists in the tour group do not always have the freedom as locals, which is not convenient for Meng Ke's investigation.

The person he is connected to is a foreigner, ordinary appearance, ordinary office worker, just an ordinary person in the crowd, without any extraordinary power.

After observing for a while, Meng Ke found that whether it is a foreigner or a Chinese, it is actually the same. If you are doing boring work day after day, you will easily lose your passion for life.

After being bored, this foreigner has already started to escape reality, looking for fun after work.

In modern times, most people escape from reality are anime, movies, novels, games, bars, and this person is also like this. For a long time, he has been addicted to the illusory world of the network and spent time.

"Moore!"

With headphones, the blonde man named Moore stared at the latest anime being played on the computer screen without blinking his eyes.

A voice suddenly appeared in his mind, overwhelming the sound from the earphone, letting him know clearly that it was not his auditory hallucination.

"Who is speaking?"

He took off the headphones in doubt, and Moir turned his head to look behind him, but there was no figure behind him.

Is it an auditory hallucination?

impossible! So clear voice.

"You can't see me, Moore."

The indifferent voice appeared again. Moore's eyes widened, and his strange intuition told him that the voice appeared directly in his mind!

"Teng", Mole stood up and ran to his bedside table in a panic, he took out a pistol.

"Who's here! Come out for me quickly!"

Was leaning against the corner with vigilance, and Mohr held the gun in both hands, glancing at every corner of the room.

Sure enough, the voice seemed to be a gun in his hands that he feared, and remained silent for a long time.

Just as Moore was about to relax, the voice appeared again.

"Do you think a pistol can protect you?"

As soon as the words fell, Moir immediately discovered that he put the paper basket under the computer table suspended, strangely like a movie special effect, without any foreign objects, suspended in mid-air like a weightlessness in space.

Immediately after waiting for him to recover from the sluggishness, the paper basket flew towards him quickly, and Moore dodged to the side in panic, but the paper basket seemed to have long eyes, a turn, and a fierce He knocked on his head.

"So, can you listen to me now?"

After that voice, Moir hurriedly asked, "What are you doing ?!"

He was terrified. Whether it was the voice that appeared in his mind or the weird flying basket, these were things that could only be seen in movies and magic.

Everything seems to be controlled by an invisible ghost.

And the ghost, at this time, did not know him looking at the fear in that corner.

"Don't be afraid, I am not malicious to you." The voice said.

But Moore did not dare to relax, hesitantly asked: "Are you a ghost? Why can't I see you?"

His heart was very scared, and the gun in his hand was his only spiritual sustenance, so even if he knew that the gun was useless to the owner of the voice, he still did not put it down, looking around with caution, guarding against monsters that might appear at any time .

Meng Ke did not answer him, and asked directly: "Do you want to live forever?"

Moore was stunned, full of doubts, immortal?

"You cooperate with me, I will give you longevity." Meng Ke continued.

"Cooperate with you? What do you want to do?"

Moore's heart tightened, and he was immediately vigilant. Many biblical stories about the devil's temptations appeared in his mind. In that kind of story, the devil often did this, find an ordinary person, and then induce step by step, Finally devour the soul of ordinary people.

Meng Ke looked at the picture in his heart and couldn't help but speechless, devil? If he is really a devil .........

Then he will not be stupid enough to devour the soul of an ordinary person!

Does this person really think he is the Holy Spirit in those myths?

Really worthy of myself!

Suddenly, Meng Ke felt too soft.

"Go to Twilight Bar."

"what--!!"

Meng Ke commanded hard, and at the same time, a burning sensation appeared in Mole's body. He screamed and ran to the bathroom after pulling his leg.

Hurriedly opened the bathtub faucet, Moore quickly took off his jacket, the whole person jumped in, and kept picking up water to splash on himself.

However, the feeling of being burned by a high-temperature flame has not diminished at all.

"Are you a devil ?! Please let me go!" Moore yelled in pain.

At this time, he felt that his body seemed to fall into the magma, but he would not die. Even if he had been soaked in the bathtub, this feeling did not weaken.

Tortured! This must be the devil!

"If you don't want your soul to be immersed in **** lava for millions of years ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ just do what I said, go to the Twilight Bar." Meng Ke also denied, threateningly said.

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, Moore jumped out of the bathtub in fear, and regardless of the water on his body, he ran outside in his clothes.

Just now Meng Ke politely discussed with him. He just kept wondering, and had no plans to cooperate.

However, Meng Ke changed a hard way, the person's attitude immediately changed, and the submissive and efficient.

What can say?

Meng Ke sighed, people! It's cheap.

Said in a good voice, no one would listen to his words, and even more likely to be intimidated. However, once let them know the pain, even if they are unwilling, people will endure the resistance in their hearts and obediently do a good job.

Meng Ke stopped thinking about it and looked at Moore who had already got on a taxi.

In the taxi, the driver looked back from time to time at the co-pilot who was still dripping. If it wasn't Mordo who had paid more money, the driver would not necessarily let him get in.

Moore was still panting, so he hurriedly let the driver drive.

"Go to Twilight Bar!"

This sentence was almost screamed from his throat, and the driver immediately felt something wrong from him.

Inadvertently glanced, the driver suddenly found in horror that Moore had a gun in his hand!

Suddenly, he was stiff, and no longer peeked at Moore, his eyes were not squinted, he was sitting in front of him, looking at the road ahead wholeheartedly.

Cold sweat did not know when he covered his forehead, the driver secretly said:

"To die, to die, this would not be a murderer!"