Oh no! I'm controlled by the puppet!

The captain and the others were either in a coma... or had not recovered yet, and could not even get up... they could not 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 or think about it more, 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:

"Fusheng...Xuanhuang...Immortal Lord..."

He wants to use the mysterious world above the gray fog to awaken himself and get rid of the assimilation of the sealed object "2-049"!

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:

"Fusheng...Xuanhuang...Chenjun..."

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:

"Fusheng... Xuan... Huang... 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:

"Fu...successful...mysterious...huang...tian...sun...sun............."

As soon as the silent thought fell, the chaotic and crazy screams and whispers suddenly rang out, dispersing Klein's frozen thoughts, breaking them up and turning them into uncontrolled thoughts after uncontrollable thoughts.

Klein's mind turned into a pot of boiled porridge. He felt the "body" lighter and his spirituality fluctuated.

The boundless gray and white mist and the deep red stars that are different from each other appear before him again, empty, mysterious, blurry, and hazy.

Klein's chaotic thoughts quickly settled down, and finally he regained his ability to think and saw the majestic temple.

"Huh... it's very useful." He whispered in fear.

According to previous observations, he understood that once he fell deeply into the control of the seal "2-049", it would basically be equivalent to death. Normally, there is no way to rescue him without medicine.

Fortunately, his "transfer ceremony" 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, and it's even more like a living dead..."

"But if you risk going back, you can't ensure safety...what if you are controlled by '2-049' again?"

...

With a lot of thoughts, Klein suddenly patted his forehead and whispered:

"It seems that I haven't really adapted to the identity of the 'Divider'!"

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 "spiritual pendulum" 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 and contact 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 links to divination.

When his eyes opened, he saw the pure citrine pendant swaying slowly, causing the silver chain to rotate clockwise.

Clockwise is affirmative, counterclockwise negate... It is safe to return to the real world... Klein breathed a sigh of relief, habitually put away the silver chain, and then he expanded his spirituality, wrapped himself, and simulated a 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:

"Do you 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, nod, I know you can still complete this action."

Who? Well, "2-049" doesn't seem to 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 words:

"If you can accomplish this, you will 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 it to you."

"Ha, to be honest, I used to be a 'Divider', otherwise I wouldn't dare to return. In order to let you see my sincerity, I will tell you now that the 8 corresponding to the 'Divider' is, 'Clown'."

"Joker"? Secret Religion... Klein almost failed to maintain his "puppetization".

He had no idea that the "Divorcer" would be associated with the "Clown".

Should we form the two giants of circus?

"Okay, 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, Al Hasson and Leonard Mitchell were relatively good, trying to turn over and sit up.

Why do you want to find me? The Secret Cult... is it the tuxedo clown? After he ran away, he quietly returned, trying to get a bargain... But why do you want me to help? He can deal with everyone here now... Hearing the other party's words, doubts flashed into Klein's mind instantly.

Since the other party said that he was a "divinist", Klein began to try to analyze it in the thinking style of a "divinist":

"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 doesn't make more divination and doesn't confirm my current state. First, it may be because the time is too late. If you wait, Mr. Al Hasson and others will be able to recover a certain amount of combat power. Second, they also despise me and think it is unnecessary."

"He knows a lot about the 'Divorator' and must believe that I can't get rid of the puppet's control... He is 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 tuxedo clown.

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 making this move, he truly confirmed that he had escaped the control of the seal "2-049".

As soon as he nodded, a transparent "curtain" suddenly tilted two or three meters away from the side, outlining a figure in a tuxedo and a clown-colored 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 influence of "2-049" in an attempt to turn his back to the iron black box and the puppet. The tuxedo clown was in front of him, one was to stay away from the seal, and the other was to avoid his muzzle, which seemed quite cautious.

The tuxedo clown pulled out a long piece of paper from his pocket, shook it a little, shaking it straight, shaking it like a wooden stick.

He held the "wooden stick" and poked Klein's shoulder two or three meters away, trying to wake him up.

This guy knows very well about "2-049". He knows that where there are the breath of the descendants of the Antigonus family, the puppets will be violent and will control two people at the same time... He also knows that it seems that there is no effect to smash it with a stone? At least I haven't seen the captain and the others have had similar attempts before... Although Klein didn't understand why "2-049" no longer tried to assimilate himself, he did not dare to stay too much within the five-meter range, so he raised his heart and waited 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.

The tuxedo clown 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 tuxedo clown, but aimed at his back and to his side away from the seal "2-049"!

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 his hand that grabbed the "paper stick", stepped forward, rushed out for several meters, and rushed out of the "dangerous" range.

The 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 the direction of… “Anticonus puppet”!

I'm within five meters...

How could he not be controlled by... "Antigenus"... "Puppet"..................

...

The tuxedo clown 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, and aimed at the slow-moving target.

In his eyes, this is equivalent to shooting a fixed target.

——Because I witnessed the battle between the 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 shooting and instead forced the other party to hide in his expected "home court" and sealed objects "2-049"!

If the puppet is ineffective, the tuxedo clown will confirm that he has fallen into a "trap". The counterattack is just to escape and is not truly threatening.

Pong!
Chapter completed!