clown game

Chapter 352 Chapter-4 The Story of the Past II

"Impossible! You are crazy, you are definitely infected by that guy!!!" In a tavern, an old man in a bluish-yellow robe roared.At his age, time has been unable to leave a deeper mark on him, so there is not much change between him at this moment and a few years later, except for this seemingly too old outfit and the remaining points temper.

"Gaba." There was a sound of something being crushed, and a fat man in a white coat threw the lollipop stick on the ground: "No matter what you say, your opinion alone is worthless, 'Supreme Council' There are only rules here! The minority obeys the majority."

The old man waved his hand angrily: "So what, the voting has not started yet, if you are stubborn, I can also imprison you!"

"Heh, instead of talking big things in your tone that eliminated hundreds of years ago, why not try it now!" The little fat man showed no fear, and bit the candy in his mouth until it made a loud noise.

At this moment
"What are you guys doing?" Two words came out from a corner of the bar very incoherently.

At some point, a huge figure appeared there, sitting quietly in a dark place where the lights couldn't reach.

The little fat man rolled his eyes in disappointment: "It's nothing, it's just arguing!" He said helplessly.

"Oh." The voice responded briefly, and then fell silent again, as if it didn't care much about this matter.

And following this emotionless interruption, the old and young couple stopped arguing and began to wait quietly for the other two.

After a while.

"Hoo hoo." A series of violent panting sounds suddenly appeared, and then came a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, mixed with pungent blood.A well-proportioned person appeared right in front of the bar with a twist of space. At this moment, he was wearing a set of jet-black combat uniform, and his whole body was tightly wrapped, but the clothes had already been covered. It was full of minced meat and blood, and... You could tell from the sound of breathing that this person was a man.

Sure enough, he quickly took off his helmet: "Damn, this new abnormality is really too difficult to deal with, there is no sign at all, and as long as the protective clothing is scratched, it will be corroded!" He said As he said that, he threw his helmet to the ground: "I saw with my own eyes a few A-level boys knead themselves into big meat balls, and then fuck out their tentacles!" He yelled cursingly, He began to pull down his combat uniform again.

"Now? How's it going?" the old man asked worriedly.

"Fortunately, that woman's blood is very effective!" The black-haired man tore off the collar of his combat uniform, as if finally heaving a sigh of relief: "Phew, as long as we find the place where the invasion started, we can clear up this abnormal phenomenon." Lose."

"Of course, this woman is the representative of "holiness and purity". Those filthy things that come into contact with her blood will naturally be purified." The little fat man said, a little smugness could be heard in his tone.

"Come on, it's that simple, do you know how difficult it is to find the location of the invasion!" The black-haired man yelled angrily, pointing to the obvious scratches on his clothes: "Look here! Look here! If it weren't for the new guy whose name is...what's his name, anyway, the guy whose name is hard to pronounce is accurate, and now I'm a fucking meatball."

"Ah, well, it's really hard for our captain! Anyway, the abnormal characteristics are almost researched now, and the protective clothing will be mass-produced in the future, so you don't need your Omega team to run around the world, right!" Little The fat man laughed at the side: "Oh, by the way, this new S-level anomaly doesn't have a name yet. You can afford one. You can't call it the number every time. Why don't you just call it?"

"How about 'Dark Realm'!" A female voice cut in.

Everyone looked in that direction. A well-dressed woman exuded the lazy and luxurious atmosphere of classical aristocrats. She looked only in her 30s, but everyone present knew that this woman had to be with the most conservative age. The old man in the robe was almost there, but at this moment, she was walking gracefully down the steps of the main entrance of the bar, holding a notebook with a black pen clipped on it.

"Heijing? Whatever you want, just have a name." The black-haired man said indifferently, then stood up, found a chair, and leaned back tiredly: "Then everyone is here, let's start, I heard , you want to come up with something again?"

He said, and looked at the little fat man.

The voice just fell.

"I object. The product of dimension realization is too dangerous. This proposal must be terminated immediately, permanently." The old man immediately stated his attitude.

"Oh, is it too dangerous? If there is no woman with wings, how would you deal with this 'dark realm' anomaly? Watch it swallow everything bit by bit?" The little fat man sneered.

Followed by.

"But it seems that this is just the beginning, like a gamble, the first game will always give you some sweetness, see what you get in the second game, a lunatic who can't be caught, can't be killed, and can enter and exit other people's minds at will. "The woman said lightly, as if she had also stood up to the old man.

Unexpectedly, the little fat man smiled slightly: "I was worried that no one would mention this matter. In fact, I have already thought of a way to contain him."

Everyone was stunned.

The little fat man didn't hold back, and said directly: "Employee!"

"people?"

"Yes, use a person as a containment room, or directly call it a carrier, preferably a lunatic, who has the same smell as that guy, and then let him invade this person's mind. When he is having fun, we will use this The human mind is sealed."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked at the little fat man with an expression of looking at a fool.

"What are you talking about? If we could let him stay in a person's mind, we would have done that long ago, but you also know that he is a purely spiritual body, hypnotized, brain-dead, psychotoxin, vegetative, amnestic, we No one can do anything about him, even if he kills the carrier, then he will be replaced by another person." The black-haired man said with a dull face: "Now how much do we need to consume every day to satisfy him?"

"There are about 120 volunteers every day. During this period of time, he has almost used up the volunteers we have reserved over the years. It is estimated that it will not be long before we have to go around looking for death row prisoners with contracts like a century ago. Signed." The woman said helplessly.

"Okay, okay." The little fat man waved his hand and interrupted the other party: "Of course I know this, so I need someone who can really suppress him this time." The little fat man said with a superior posture: "So I just want to apply for another implementation of the 'Dimensional Realization' experiment—the materialized product: sanity!"

(End of this chapter)