"The right to use the body?" Ziliang looked at the agreement he had signed without knowing when he was signed, and looked confused. However, the signature below was undoubtedly signed by himself.

"Yes, the right to use, but can you put away your face? The right to use is not the kind of dirty thing you think." Shirley said impatiently by pushing away the "big dog" who wanted to rub her.

"I'm thinking about something dirty." Ziliang shouted.

"Whether you think about it or not, in short, I am studying whether the T virus's self-healing ability will be enhanced under the nourishment of [Titonos Blood], so I need your body as the petri dish of the virus."

"What? Are you kidding"

"I'm not kidding." Shirley interrupted Ziliang, then shook the [Agreement] in her hand: "This was signed by you. The paper was torn off the compass. It has certain binding abilities for both parties to the bet, so I advise you not to regret it, but it's easy, anyway, you will be able to remember it in a while."

"What are you remembering?" Ziliang's tone was a little angry. He instinctively felt that in this memory that he had not yet remembered, there was a decision that he would definitely regret so much that he wanted to slap himself.

Sure enough, a smile that made Ziliang extremely uneasy appeared on the face of the little luoli in front of him.

"What do you remember? Hehe, do you want me to tell you?" she said.

"Tell me quickly!" Ziliang said.

Alas, this feeling is like the mentality of waiting for the results to be released during the college entrance examination. I already know that I have done a lot of tests and that the moment I see the results, I will regret it very much, but I still can't wait to know my grades.

"Okay, then I'll tell you." Shirley said: "In addition to making my Petri dish, you have a Godzilla tail. It seems that Peggy has been obsessed with that thing after eating it last time."

"Harley Quinn asked for an oversized bathroom with a pink bathtub, and a waiting 'little pudding alarm clock'. She also specifically noted that the wake-up sound of the time every day must be 'Dear, what do you want me to wake you up? Is it a bullet or a kiss?'."

"Freddy asked for double-width of his guard room, a 'Pelles mattress', a high-end sofa chair that can shake, and he also added an LCD TV."

"Billy wants a 25-centimeter-high Barbie doll. Although it sounds quite simple, we have checked the materials he mentioned. They are only available near the crater. Therefore, you should have to take time to find an active volcano. I hope your regeneration ability is faster than you are burned, otherwise Billy will definitely be very sad."

"And Cramer, although he didn't want anything specifically, he seemed to be very interested in the [craftsman] you mentioned, so next time, you have to act as an introducer. He wants to discuss with the other party about mechanical engineering issues."

"Oh, by the way, and Hannibal, he said he usually wants to order snacks to satisfy his cravings, so you lost to him."

"What? Eyeball?" Ziliang couldn't stand it anymore and interrupted the other party: "Why did he want my eyeball?"

"I said everything. He wanted to satisfy his cravings. I saw him inserting a small wooden stick into his eyeball and took it out as if he had nothing to do. It looked like a lollipop. I think he was quite happy."

As Ziliang listened to these words, some short memories finally came to his mind.

Those people, those signing jumps, they wrote down their names with [tamper] in anger, and the ugly faces of these people.

Ziliang covered his head in pain: "Oh my God, Oh my God, what have I done?"

"Oh, it seems that you have some signs of memory recovery, so I'll help you." Shirley said lightly: "Before, our hospital had a B-level sin fragment, namely Freddy Kruger. After that, we quickly arrived at the next plane. The sin fragments in this plane are very easy to find, because he is quite famous. His name is [James Moriarty]. He is a professor in the mathematics department and has published several books.

Of course, in addition to his job, he also has a little hobby, which is to be a [crime consultant] for others. If you want to kill someone, steal a bank, or even invade the government arsenal to steal some top-secret information, you can go to him. He will give you advice, and of course, he will also charge a little reward, such as the video of the whole process of strangling your beloved to death. And his level is also B."

"At that time, you could easily come to the university where he taught and found him. What surprised you was that this guy easily accepted everything you said and agreed to join our hospital directly. You were quite happy at that time. However, when you saw Moriarty's file on the compass, you were a little embarrassed. Although Professor Moriarty was a B-level fragment, he was magically unable to have any ability."

"Yes, Moriarty has no ability. He is just an ordinary person, so you are very unhappy and even think that the compass has broken again. In short, you don't want to take Moriarty away. But Moriarty seems to be interested in the "traveling through various planes" that you say. Now, he doesn't do it anymore and will follow you if you live or die. You know that although that guy looks cute, he can't even deal with you when he becomes arrogant."

"So, you bet with him, saying that as long as he wins, he can stay. If he loses, get out of here, and you two are in a row. For the first time, you bet who can kill the Pope with the ability of a mortal, and as a result, you naturally lose, because Moriarty only took 20 seconds. The specific operation was that he took out a small notebook, checked the number, made a phone call, and the Pope's house exploded. The reason was that the engineer who built there was his person, and there was one-fourth of the sticky explosive per kilogram in each kilogram of concrete."

"Since then, you have never been convinced, and have bet with Professor Moriarty many times, from killing people to saving people, and finally rising to dominating a country, thanks to Hannibal's superbrain world and Freddy's dream creation. Otherwise, it wouldn't be enough for you to play, but unfortunately, it seems that there is a little distance between you and Moriarty when it comes to crime, but you just don't agree, so you lose more and more. Finally, after you lost the few hidden under the office floor, we also wrote down everything we wanted on the proposal with the light."

Speaking of this, Shirley suddenly smiled.

"Then this time, you obviously lost again, right? Then Freddy's suggestion will also lose, hehe, if you still want to continue playing with him, he will be in the [Library] outside the front."

"library?"

"Yes, the library, a new facility. After Moriarty joined, the Immortal Residence was automatically generated. Although there was a library in the hospital that was a bit inconvenient, it was barely acceptable. Moriarty usually stayed in it. By the way, out of the friendship with you for so long, I have to remind you that it is best not to bet with him again, because you have lost nothing left. If you lose again, you have to call [Salina] and say that her lipstick number is really ugly? After saying this, I suddenly want to see what will happen that way. Hehe."

Shirley said, and then made an "encouragement" gesture.

"So, come on."

After saying that, she smiled and walked into her lab

Ziliang shook his head, and after Shirley said this, Ziliang quickly remembered most of the things.

He remembered this strange piece of sin.

A piece of sin fragment with no ability, but after so many bets, Ziliang seemed to discover that this man with only a mortal body seemed to have a kind of "superpower" in terms of crime that even he could not match.

Of course, the superpowers here are not those who can fly or dodge bullets, but the insidiousness of this guy seems to be more outrageous than any ability.

When I thought that if I couldn't help but bet with him, I would have to go and call Salina, Ziliang's body was so excited.

"Bastard, do you want to kill me?" He frowned and walked to the corner of the corridor.

On a turn, the door sign of the [Library] suddenly appeared in front of Ziliang. This place was originally Hannibal's [Psychological Counseling Room], but now it has been squeezed a little further by this newly emerging room.

Ziliang pushed open the door of the [Library] with one hand.

The inside of the door is a space that is obviously much larger than the area outside it should have, and this space is almost filled with books.

Rows of bookshelves are lined with high height. The books on the upper floor must be obtained with the help of a ladder. Ziliang walked over the bookshelf one by one. Finally, in a corner by the window, he saw Professor Moriarty sitting on a chair and drinking coffee.

He held a book in his hand and held a coffee cup gracefully in the other hand, and there was a straw on the coffee cup.

Well, although this is a bit inappropriate, Moriarty seems to enjoy it quite well.

When he was walking this distance, Ziliang had already remembered all the betting matters. He walked angrily to the opposite side of Moriarty and sat on the chair.

"Hey, why do you have a gun!" he said with a pout.

"Hahahaha" Moriarty suddenly laughed.

Ziliang was stunned: "Why are you laughing at?"

"Hahaha, it's nothing. I think it's interesting to read two books." He smiled and pressed the book on the table. Ziliang glanced at it and saw the words "The Complete Works of Mu Susu" written on it.

"What kind of book is this?" Ziliang muttered.

"I don't know, a bad book is not good, but you really want to read the book. The library has different kinds of books from various planes, and they are automatically translated into languages ​​that I can understand. It's really good." Moriarty said: "Oh, what did you ask just now?"

"I said, where did your gun come from?"

"Oh, you said you were in the last bet." Moriarty seemed to realize it, "I had it from the beginning."

"Ah?" Ziliang had eyes wide open: "In other words, you only had a gun at the beginning, and you remember everything, and we had nothing but a confused look on our faces at the beginning? This is too unfair."

However, Moriarty shook his head: "No, no, if the game is unfair, it will be meaningless, so I met Freddy only when I unlocked the killing method. However, Freddy seemed to care about his LCD TV, so he told me that if I can guarantee that I will win you, he will give me a pistol, and of course I accepted it."

"This is unfair, why should Freddy give you a pistol?" Ziliang shouted.

"No, it's fair, at least it's fair to both of us, because Freddy also gave you a pistol, but you didn't want it."

Ziliang remembered the paper with something [Promise for the upgrade of the doorman room entertainment facilities] and looked unhappy: "What, so if you win, he also has a TV. I win, he also has a TV. How can I count Freddy, that guy is a beneficiary."

"Yes, that's for sure. Who asked our bet to be carried out with the help of his dream world? Everyone has what they want. You have to give what you take from him. This is fairness, but under absolute fairness, there is always a difference between winning and losing. After all, if you sign and get a pistol, at least you still have a chance to win this game."

Ziliang cut it out without cutting: "Okay, then tell me, you have solved the killing method of someone. If I remember correctly, everyone's killing method already has a corresponding answerer, and there is no way you can have a place in it."

"No, no, no, there is another person's killing method, and no one can explain it."

"Oh?" Ziliang was stunned: "Whose?"

"My own!" Moriarty replied.

"What?" Ziliang suddenly smiled: "Haha, stop making trouble, who have you killed? Am I? Just a bang? Haha, even if this is a killing method, you can't get the gun before killing me."

Moriarty picked up the coffee and sucked it with a straw: "Who said I only killed you?" He said: "What I killed is everyone in the game!"

"What?" Ziliang couldn't help but be shocked again, but everything was finally connected in his mind.

"Haha-it seems that you finally figured it out," Moriarty said.

Ziliang finally sighed: "Hey, I should have thought of all the previous killing methods and tools, combined together, become the last murder of the world, and there is no such coincidence in the world. There is also the initial collective frustration, [Crime Consultant], your profession is really hard to learn."

Moriarty was still sucking in the coffee: "Well, so, there is still time now. Do you want to have another round? It's really addictive to bet with you."

"Okay!" Ziliang rolled up his sleeves eagerly: "I don't believe it."

Suddenly, it seemed like he had remembered something.

Then the momentum dissipated suddenly, and after thinking about it, he rolled off his sleeves again.

"Well, I'll stop betting."

He said.
Chapter completed!