"It's finally out." As Backlund's blood mixed with dots of red light and formed into a dark red sphere with grooves like a brain, Snow raised his eyebrows and showed a faint smile.
"This thing looks like it's contaminated." Triss, who had been sitting on the bedside, glanced at the sphere that seemed to be constantly emitting a curse and said with some fear.
Although Snow's previous curse words of God were not directed at her, the spirit of speech, which was blessed by the power of the true Creator, would be quite affected even if it just heard it.
When Snow heard this, he shook his head:
"This is not a problem worth worrying about. It's not what I want to use anyway. Well, although it is the hunter path, it is only sequence six, and you can't use it now. By the way, this puppet is a magical item corresponding to the fortune teller's sequence five.
, I’ll play with it for a few days first, and if nothing unexpected happens, I’ll give it to you later.”
"Who said I wanted that thing! Just pay the reward you promised me. Besides, how are we going to get out?" Triss watched Snow take out the iron cigarette box and use spiritual walls to create compartments to make it inaccessible.
It would be mixed with the characteristics of the corrupt baron, so he got up and came to the window, looking like he would jump out of the window and escape if he disagreed.
"Don't worry, just walk out normally, but wait for me first." Numerous tentacles stretched out from Snow's shadow, and hung up Beckland's body. The top and bottom of his feet were arranged into a standard inverted cross nail.
on the wall, and smeared the wall behind him evenly with blood, creating a religious ceremony-like scene.
"You want to blame the matter on the Aurora Society?" Triss looked at Snow with some suspicion, but was horrified to find that Snow actually opened the door directly.
"Are you crazy?!" Triss said in a low voice, and at the same time subconsciously turned on the invisibility. When Snow saw this, he immediately rolled his eyes at her and said:
"Don't blame me for not reminding you. There are sequence five military attaches in this embassy. It's okay if you are a reaper of the hunter path. If you are a marionette master, being invisible will expose your existence."
"But..." Triss wanted to say something else, but Snow had already taken the lead and stepped out of the door. "The spiritual wall is about to be broken. If you don't leave, you will be locked up with the corpse. I don't want the smell of blood to spread in advance.
come out."
"I know, I know!" Triss watched Snow walk out of the door in a big way, but she didn't say anything after all. Although she didn't know what Snow was paying attention to, it was impossible to pay for killing a Sequence Six.
You are a tool of Sequence Six, right?
It's not that Triss is deprecating herself, she's just analyzing it from a value perspective.
The door to the room closed again, and Snow led Tris downstairs in a familiar manner. What surprised Tris was that the whole process went smoothly, just like walking in her own home, and there was not even a single person.
Extraordinary people notice them.
only……
"Can you really hide this?" Triss held Snow's shoulders and danced slowly to a slow rhythm. Snow, who was dancing with her, raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said:
"Don't worry. Even though we seem to be blending into the crowd now, in fact no one here can remember our faces."
"Then why don't we leave now?" Triss pretended to step on Snow casually, but Snow's expression became even weirder——
"Don't blame me for not reminding you, your behavior is becoming more and more feminine!"
"What the hell!"
…
While Snow and Triss were dancing on the dance floor, in Mr. A's house, Lanerwus put down the pen in his hand, stood up and came to the window.
At this time, the music in the room had been circulating for a full hour, and the originally excited consciousness of the True Creator had calmed down a little.
"It's almost time." Lanervus took a deep breath, and then a gentle melody came from his nose. It was a quiet tune with a touch of sadness.
Along with his humming, the consciousness of the true Creator on his chest also began to sing softly in a language that did not belong to any known language family——
“Неслышнывсадудажешорохи,Всёздесьзамерлодоутра…”
The voice was soft and soft, not at all like what the real Creator should be like, but all of this did happen.
Lanrewus has been hiding one thing, that is, he is actually no longer a fraudster——
As early as after completing the Tingen fraud case, he had completely digested the potion, and soon after arriving in Backlund, he became a decryption scholar.
This concealment seemed useless, but it became his last resort to escape.
Relying on the decryption scholar's improved observation, association and derivation abilities, he discovered that the essence of Snow's "creation" is actually to select and combine melodies from the ravings of the real Creator through listening.
And in the process, he also noticed that not every melody played by Snow would make the true Creator excited, and there were very few parts that could make Him sing like a lullaby.
The will settles down.
Although it is not easy to select the melody that can calm Him out of the constantly switching noisy melodies, decryption scholars are the best at such delicate work.
Lanrevus spent more than half a month, enduring the erosion of the true Creator and the stimulation of countless music, and finally sifted out a piece of music from the large number of melodies, but he has never played it, until today!
Lanervus didn't know what the tune he was humming meant to the True Creator, and he didn't even know its name, but he knew that it would make the True Creator's aggressive spirituality restrained.
The tune of sleeping sweetly like a baby.
"Uh huh huh huh~~ huh huh huh huh~~"
As the humming continued, the noisy Katyusha melody in the room seemed to disappear, and control of Lanervus's body returned to his own hands.
He turned over and jumped up from the bed. With the help of the power of the True Creator, he created a shadow clone to stay on the bed, and gently placed his hand on the locked window.
"Click!"
With a soft sound, the window of the room opened. Lanerwus turned back and glanced at the letter on the table, raised the corner of his mouth in a mocking arc, turned around and jumped out of the room.
And on that piece of letter paper, written in an unruly handwriting, was a simplified musical score, as well as Lanerwus's message full of ridicule——
"Thank you! Mr. Snow, the great musician, thanks to your creation, I have mastered the method of making the true Creator sleep peacefully. I give this song to you and look forward to our next meeting! Your loyal listener,