No!Being controlled by the puppet!
The captain and the others were either in a coma... or had not recovered yet, and they couldn't even get up... they couldn't wake me up...
No...must...save yourself!
What Klein saw in front of him turned into slow motion from his previous life, and the joints and brain used for thinking seemed to be filled with more and more glue.
He had no interest in becoming a live-action puppet. He seized the opportunity that had not been completely controlled and tried his best to find a way to save himself.
Beating yourself...definitely...no...must...external force...
External force...try it... There was no time to delay and no time to think about it, Klein grabbed an inspiration in two or three seconds, drove the rusty knee joint, and took a step counterclockwise.
At the same time, he did not try to break free from the invisible rope that tied his throat, but only silently recited in his heart:
Fussa... Xuanhong... Senson...
He wants to use the mysterious world above the gray fog to awaken himself and get rid of the assimilation of sealed objects 2049!
Haha, Klein's knees and ankles made a harsh and harsh sound at the same time, taking another counterclockwise step in a slow and twisted posture:
Fussa...Genoh...Tenkun...
My thoughts became increasingly stagnant, and Klein was like a computer with all the family buckets and all the security guards installed. He raised his left foot one by one and walked towards his established position:
Fussa... Xuan... Huang... Upper... Emperor...
The thoughts in Klein's mind became increasingly rigid and slower, and he took the last step based on his instinct consciousness alone.
At this stage, he knew that he had been almost completely controlled. Even if Al Hasson got up in time and ran to rescue him, he probably wouldn't be able to wake up.
But his strong desire to survive still made him recite the last mantra silently:
Blessing...birth...mystery...yellow...tian...sun........................
As soon as the silent thought fell, the chaotic and crazy screams and whispers suddenly rang out, dispersing Klein's solidified thoughts, making it fragmented and turned into one uncontrolled thought after another.
Klein's mind turned into a pot of boiled porridge, and he felt his body lighter and his spirituality fluttered.
The boundless gray and white mist and the deep red stars that vary from far to far appear before his eyes again, empty, mysterious, blurry, and hazy.
Klein's chaotic thoughts quickly settled down, and he finally regained his ability to think and saw the majestic temple.
Huh... Fortunately it's useful.He whispered in fear.
According to previous observations, he understood that once he fell deeply into the control of seal 2049, it was basically equivalent to death. Normally, there was no way to rescue him without medicine.
Fortunately, his fortune ritual and the mysterious world above the grey fog are not in normal scope!
After walking back and forth for a few steps, Klein began to think about his current situation:
I can't stay here all the time, right?
When the captain and the others wake up or come closer, the matter will be impossible to explain...
Now the ‘I’ should only be left with my body, which is more like a living dead than a living dead...
But if you risk going back, you can't ensure safety... What if you are controlled by '2049' again?
……
As he was thinking, Klein suddenly patted his forehead and whispered:
It seems that I have not really adapted to the identity of the ‘Divider’ Ah!
Before he finished speaking, his figure had appeared on the top of the bronze table, sitting upright on the high-backed chair with strange symbols.
Klein stretched out his hand and picked up the pen that appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Brush, he wrote a passage on the illusory white paper:
It's safe to return to the real world.
Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the spirit pen from his pocket. After several gatherings, he found that any items he carried could be projected onto the gray fog, but it would be relatively illusory.
Holding the silver chain in his left hand, Klein lets the citrine pendant touch the paper, contacting the event.
The swing calmed down, and he half closed his eyes, and his heart quietly recited the words on the white paper:
It's safe to return to the real world.
……
It's safe to return to the real world.
……
Over and over again, Klein used the complete spiritual arrangement method without reducing the link to divination.
With his eyes opened, he saw the pure citrine pendant swaying slowly, causing the silver chain to rotate clockwise.
Clockwise is affirmative, counterclockwise no... It is safe to return to the real world... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and habitually put away the silver chain. Then, he expanded his spirituality, wrapped himself in his body, and simulated the state of falling downwards.
The hazy gray mist and the deep red stars rushed upwards. Klein soon saw himself staying there, half of the tan puppet hanging outside the iron box, and found that the seal seemed to have stopped everything.
The perception of the body came into his mind. He was about to move his arms to confirm his state. Suddenly, a voice hidden in the wind came from his ear:
Want to be awakened?As long as you promise me something, you can be rescued.
This is for me to pick up the notes of the Bentigenus family.
If you agree, nodded, I know you can still complete this action now.
who?Well, 2049 It seems that I didn't try to control me anymore... Yes, it won't affect the same person continuously, there will be intervals... Klein was startled, but he was silent on the surface.
At this time, the voice quickly added a few sentences:
If you can accomplish this, you will also receive additional rewards. I know you are a ‘divinist’, and I also know that the church of the Goddess of the Night does not have the following sequence 8, and our Secret Practice can give you.
Ha, to be honest, I used to be a ‘divinist’, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to return.In order to let you see my sincerity, I will tell you now that the corresponding sequence 8 of the "Divist" is, "The Joker".
clown ?Secretariat... Klein almost failed to maintain his puppetization state.
He had no idea that the diviner would be associated with the clown.
Should we form the circus two giants?
OK, make your decision, believe me, you don't have much time to waste.The voice came with the wind again, Dunn and Lorota in the distance were still unconscious, Borgia seemed to be seriously injured, moaning without moving, while Al Hasson and Leonard Mitchell were relatively good, trying to turn over and sit up.
Why look for me?
The Secret Practice...is it the Yàn tuxedo clown, right?
After he ran away, he quietly returned, trying to get a bargain... But why did he ask me for help?
He can now deal with everyone here... When he heard the other party's words, doubts flashed into Klein's mind instantly.
Since the other party said that he was a diviner, Klein began to try to analyze it in the diviner's thinking style:
He dared to return, and he must have divined "hope" and believed that the monster Bieber would be destroyed and that we would suffer severe damage.
He didn't get the notes by himself and didn't deal with us directly. He probably found out that this incident contained great risks, so he suspected that the captain and Ms. Luoluota were pretending to be in a coma, and suspected that this was a trap set for him.
He didn't make more divination and did not confirm my current state. First, it might be because the time was too late. If you wait, Mr. Al Hasson and others would be able to recover their combat power. Second, they also despise me and think it is unnecessary.
He knew very well about the "Divorcer" and must believe that I could not get rid of the control of the puppet... He was using me as cannon fodder for the temptation trap...
This shows from another aspect that there are almost no abnormalities in the external performance of the ‘transport ceremony’…
Klein, whose brain was not stagnant, felt that his thinking was smooth and he roughly grasped the ideas and purpose of the clown in the tuxedo.
As for the other party’s promise, he didn’t believe it at all, cannon fodder has no human rights!
The thought flashed quickly, and Klein controlled his neck and pointed it out with difficulty.
While doing this, he truly confirmed that he had escaped the control of seal 2049.
As soon as he nodded, a transparent curtain suddenly tilted two or three meters away from the side, outlining a figure in a Yàn tuxedo and a clown-painted face. It was the member of the Secretariat who had escaped before.
At this time, Klein turned around in reverse and tried to save the 2049 range of influence because of his previous attempt to save the iron black box and the puppet, the Yàn tuxedo clown was in front of him, one was to stay away from the seal, and the other was to avoid his muzzle, and seemed quite cautious.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo pulled out a long piece of paper from his pocket, shook it suddenly, shaking it straight, shaking like a wooden stick.
He held the stick and poked Klein's shoulder two or three meters away, trying to wake him up.
This guy knows very well about 2049. He knows that where there are the breath of the descendants of the Antigonus family, the puppet will be violent and will control two people at the same time... He also knows that it seems that there is no effect when smashing with a stone?
At least I haven't seen the captain and the others have had similar attempts before... Although Klein doesn't understand why 2049 no longer tries to assimilate himself in the future, he doesn't dare to stay too much within the five-meter range, so he raises his heart and waits for the opportunity.
The stick turned into by the note was about to touch his shoulder, when Klein suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed the top of the stick, and pulled it back suddenly.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo was caught off guard, her body was pulled directly, and she staggered forward. The distance between her and Klein was shortened again, less than two meters.
At the same time, Klein had already prepared his right finger and pressed the trigger of the revolver.
Pong!Pong!
He fired two shots, but did not aim at the Yàn Tuxedo clown, but aimed at his back, to his side away from the seal 2049!
Before the gunshot sounded, the clown in the tuxedo had taken the initiative to change from staggering to rolling, and instinctively avoided it in advance.
Klein let go of the hand that grabbed the stick, stepped forward, rushed out several meters, and rushed out of the dangerous range.
YànThe clown in the tuxedo had just rolled twice and was about to turn around and swing out, but his head suddenly buzzed, and his thoughts quickly fell into stagnation.
not good!
He deliberately forced me to avoid... Antigonus puppet!
I'm within five meters...
How could he... maybe not... Antigonus... Puppet... Controlled...
……
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo paused, and his joints were rusty and he wanted to crawl outside.
At this time, Klein had turned his body, held the revolver in both hands, aiming at the slow-moving target.
In his eyes, this is equivalent to shooting a fixed target.
Because he had witnessed the battle between Yàn's tuxedo clown and Dunn, Al, and Lorota before, Klein knew that the other party was quick and good at rolling, so even if the distance between them was only one or two meters, he cautiously gave up direct shooting and instead forced the other party to hide in his expected home court, sealing object 2049!
If the puppet is ineffective, the Yàn tuxedo clown will confirm that he has fallen into a trap. The counterattack is just to escape and is not truly threatening.
Pong!
In the undescribable eyes of the clown in the tuxedo, he calmly pulled the trigger in a black formal outfit.
The captain and the others were either in a coma... or had not recovered yet, and they couldn't even get up... they couldn't wake me up...
No...must...save yourself!
What Klein saw in front of him turned into slow motion from his previous life, and the joints and brain used for thinking seemed to be filled with more and more glue.
He had no interest in becoming a live-action puppet. He seized the opportunity that had not been completely controlled and tried his best to find a way to save himself.
Beating yourself...definitely...no...must...external force...
External force...try it... There was no time to delay and no time to think about it, Klein grabbed an inspiration in two or three seconds, drove the rusty knee joint, and took a step counterclockwise.
At the same time, he did not try to break free from the invisible rope that tied his throat, but only silently recited in his heart:
Fussa... Xuanhong... Senson...
He wants to use the mysterious world above the gray fog to awaken himself and get rid of the assimilation of sealed objects 2049!
Haha, Klein's knees and ankles made a harsh and harsh sound at the same time, taking another counterclockwise step in a slow and twisted posture:
Fussa...Genoh...Tenkun...
My thoughts became increasingly stagnant, and Klein was like a computer with all the family buckets and all the security guards installed. He raised his left foot one by one and walked towards his established position:
Fussa... Xuan... Huang... Upper... Emperor...
The thoughts in Klein's mind became increasingly rigid and slower, and he took the last step based on his instinct consciousness alone.
At this stage, he knew that he had been almost completely controlled. Even if Al Hasson got up in time and ran to rescue him, he probably wouldn't be able to wake up.
But his strong desire to survive still made him recite the last mantra silently:
Blessing...birth...mystery...yellow...tian...sun........................
As soon as the silent thought fell, the chaotic and crazy screams and whispers suddenly rang out, dispersing Klein's solidified thoughts, making it fragmented and turned into one uncontrolled thought after another.
Klein's mind turned into a pot of boiled porridge, and he felt his body lighter and his spirituality fluttered.
The boundless gray and white mist and the deep red stars that vary from far to far appear before his eyes again, empty, mysterious, blurry, and hazy.
Klein's chaotic thoughts quickly settled down, and he finally regained his ability to think and saw the majestic temple.
Huh... Fortunately it's useful.He whispered in fear.
According to previous observations, he understood that once he fell deeply into the control of seal 2049, it was basically equivalent to death. Normally, there was no way to rescue him without medicine.
Fortunately, his fortune ritual and the mysterious world above the grey fog are not in normal scope!
After walking back and forth for a few steps, Klein began to think about his current situation:
I can't stay here all the time, right?
When the captain and the others wake up or come closer, the matter will be impossible to explain...
Now the ‘I’ should only be left with my body, which is more like a living dead than a living dead...
But if you risk going back, you can't ensure safety... What if you are controlled by '2049' again?
……
As he was thinking, Klein suddenly patted his forehead and whispered:
It seems that I have not really adapted to the identity of the ‘Divider’ Ah!
Before he finished speaking, his figure had appeared on the top of the bronze table, sitting upright on the high-backed chair with strange symbols.
Klein stretched out his hand and picked up the pen that appeared out of thin air in front of him.
Brush, he wrote a passage on the illusory white paper:
It's safe to return to the real world.
Immediately afterwards, Klein took out the projection of the spirit pen from his pocket. After several gatherings, he found that any items he carried could be projected onto the gray fog, but it would be relatively illusory.
Holding the silver chain in his left hand, Klein lets the citrine pendant touch the paper, contacting the event.
The swing calmed down, and he half closed his eyes, and his heart quietly recited the words on the white paper:
It's safe to return to the real world.
……
It's safe to return to the real world.
……
Over and over again, Klein used the complete spiritual arrangement method without reducing the link to divination.
With his eyes opened, he saw the pure citrine pendant swaying slowly, causing the silver chain to rotate clockwise.
Clockwise is affirmative, counterclockwise no... It is safe to return to the real world... Klein breathed a sigh of relief and habitually put away the silver chain. Then, he expanded his spirituality, wrapped himself in his body, and simulated the state of falling downwards.
The hazy gray mist and the deep red stars rushed upwards. Klein soon saw himself staying there, half of the tan puppet hanging outside the iron box, and found that the seal seemed to have stopped everything.
The perception of the body came into his mind. He was about to move his arms to confirm his state. Suddenly, a voice hidden in the wind came from his ear:
Want to be awakened?As long as you promise me something, you can be rescued.
This is for me to pick up the notes of the Bentigenus family.
If you agree, nodded, I know you can still complete this action now.
who?Well, 2049 It seems that I didn't try to control me anymore... Yes, it won't affect the same person continuously, there will be intervals... Klein was startled, but he was silent on the surface.
At this time, the voice quickly added a few sentences:
If you can accomplish this, you will also receive additional rewards. I know you are a ‘divinist’, and I also know that the church of the Goddess of the Night does not have the following sequence 8, and our Secret Practice can give you.
Ha, to be honest, I used to be a ‘divinist’, otherwise I wouldn’t dare to return.In order to let you see my sincerity, I will tell you now that the corresponding sequence 8 of the "Divist" is, "The Joker".
clown ?Secretariat... Klein almost failed to maintain his puppetization state.
He had no idea that the diviner would be associated with the clown.
Should we form the circus two giants?
OK, make your decision, believe me, you don't have much time to waste.The voice came with the wind again, Dunn and Lorota in the distance were still unconscious, Borgia seemed to be seriously injured, moaning without moving, while Al Hasson and Leonard Mitchell were relatively good, trying to turn over and sit up.
Why look for me?
The Secret Practice...is it the Yàn tuxedo clown, right?
After he ran away, he quietly returned, trying to get a bargain... But why did he ask me for help?
He can now deal with everyone here... When he heard the other party's words, doubts flashed into Klein's mind instantly.
Since the other party said that he was a diviner, Klein began to try to analyze it in the diviner's thinking style:
He dared to return, and he must have divined "hope" and believed that the monster Bieber would be destroyed and that we would suffer severe damage.
He didn't get the notes by himself and didn't deal with us directly. He probably found out that this incident contained great risks, so he suspected that the captain and Ms. Luoluota were pretending to be in a coma, and suspected that this was a trap set for him.
He didn't make more divination and did not confirm my current state. First, it might be because the time was too late. If you wait, Mr. Al Hasson and others would be able to recover their combat power. Second, they also despise me and think it is unnecessary.
He knew very well about the "Divorcer" and must believe that I could not get rid of the control of the puppet... He was using me as cannon fodder for the temptation trap...
This shows from another aspect that there are almost no abnormalities in the external performance of the ‘transport ceremony’…
Klein, whose brain was not stagnant, felt that his thinking was smooth and he roughly grasped the ideas and purpose of the clown in the tuxedo.
As for the other party’s promise, he didn’t believe it at all, cannon fodder has no human rights!
The thought flashed quickly, and Klein controlled his neck and pointed it out with difficulty.
While doing this, he truly confirmed that he had escaped the control of seal 2049.
As soon as he nodded, a transparent curtain suddenly tilted two or three meters away from the side, outlining a figure in a Yàn tuxedo and a clown-painted face. It was the member of the Secretariat who had escaped before.
At this time, Klein turned around in reverse and tried to save the 2049 range of influence because of his previous attempt to save the iron black box and the puppet, the Yàn tuxedo clown was in front of him, one was to stay away from the seal, and the other was to avoid his muzzle, and seemed quite cautious.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo pulled out a long piece of paper from his pocket, shook it suddenly, shaking it straight, shaking like a wooden stick.
He held the stick and poked Klein's shoulder two or three meters away, trying to wake him up.
This guy knows very well about 2049. He knows that where there are the breath of the descendants of the Antigonus family, the puppet will be violent and will control two people at the same time... He also knows that it seems that there is no effect when smashing with a stone?
At least I haven't seen the captain and the others have had similar attempts before... Although Klein doesn't understand why 2049 no longer tries to assimilate himself in the future, he doesn't dare to stay too much within the five-meter range, so he raises his heart and waits for the opportunity.
The stick turned into by the note was about to touch his shoulder, when Klein suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed the top of the stick, and pulled it back suddenly.
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo was caught off guard, her body was pulled directly, and she staggered forward. The distance between her and Klein was shortened again, less than two meters.
At the same time, Klein had already prepared his right finger and pressed the trigger of the revolver.
Pong!Pong!
He fired two shots, but did not aim at the Yàn Tuxedo clown, but aimed at his back, to his side away from the seal 2049!
Before the gunshot sounded, the clown in the tuxedo had taken the initiative to change from staggering to rolling, and instinctively avoided it in advance.
Klein let go of the hand that grabbed the stick, stepped forward, rushed out several meters, and rushed out of the dangerous range.
YànThe clown in the tuxedo had just rolled twice and was about to turn around and swing out, but his head suddenly buzzed, and his thoughts quickly fell into stagnation.
not good!
He deliberately forced me to avoid... Antigonus puppet!
I'm within five meters...
How could he... maybe not... Antigonus... Puppet... Controlled...
……
Yàn The clown in the tuxedo paused, and his joints were rusty and he wanted to crawl outside.
At this time, Klein had turned his body, held the revolver in both hands, aiming at the slow-moving target.
In his eyes, this is equivalent to shooting a fixed target.
Because he had witnessed the battle between Yàn's tuxedo clown and Dunn, Al, and Lorota before, Klein knew that the other party was quick and good at rolling, so even if the distance between them was only one or two meters, he cautiously gave up direct shooting and instead forced the other party to hide in his expected home court, sealing object 2049!
If the puppet is ineffective, the Yàn tuxedo clown will confirm that he has fallen into a trap. The counterattack is just to escape and is not truly threatening.
Pong!
In the undescribable eyes of the clown in the tuxedo, he calmly pulled the trigger in a black formal outfit.
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