Klein was a little painful and lost. He had just tried the transshipment ritual, but instead of going home, he went to a land of gray fog, where he pretended to be a great being.
By the way, I also held a small meeting with two other people.
"I can't go back for the time being."
Klein reached out and pressed his temple, his eyes confused for a moment.
"From now on, my name will be Klein."
Before he traveled through time, his name was Zhou Mingrui.
"The place just now was really magical. It connected people in different parts of the world, thousands of miles or even further away, and communicated face to face."
Klein tried to think of other things to divert his attention. The party he hosted just now was the best choice.
"Uh, but why does this make me feel familiar?" Klein was stunned for a moment, then laughed, "Isn't this the old online dating platform?"
Then Klein became even more melancholy, wondering if he would ever have the chance to use Penguin or WeChat again in his life.
Have you done things like chatting in the chat group, posting embarrassing pictures, coughing, and posting positive pictures?
[Ding! You have been selected as a pre-selected candidate for the chat group! After twelve official group members vote and confirm, you will be eligible to join the chat group or lose the qualification to join the chat!]
Just as Klein finished thinking about it, a cold system prompt sounded in his ears.
Klein jumped up in shock and looked around nervously. Could it be that he had just hosted a mysterious meeting and now a mysterious incident had happened to him?
Klein was nervous for a long time. He was sure that the voice came from inside his head!
How could a normal person do this? If this was not a mysterious incident, he would eat the staple food used in the transshipment ceremony!
However, for a long time, there was no follow-up movement from that voice, which made Klein a little surprised.
"Did that voice just say, chat group?" Klein recalled the content of the voice just now, and then froze.
Is this chat group the chat group he thought of?
"Do I still have the ability to make my wishes come true?" Klein fell into doubt. He was just thinking about whether there would be a chance to chat in a chat group in this life, but now there is one?
"Do I want to go home?" Klein asked tentatively, with no response.
"Maybe this request is beyond the scope." Klein made a guess and then added.
"I want gold coins!"
Still no response, Klein seemed to be talking to himself.
Like a madman.
"Is it an illusion?" Klein said this, but his face was very sad. He didn't think it was an illusion.
Perhaps as the voice said, when twelve people finish voting, the results will come out.
Klein sighed and sat on the chair, his eyes gradually becoming dull.
"I'm so miserable."
When a person comes here, there is a gun, suicide, mysterious fog, mysterious rituals, and now a mysterious chat group.
And then he was so poor that he didn't even have a bathroom of his own...
And far away from Klein, there was a man with a crystal monocle in his right eye walking casually in a wilderness.
He felt that he was very boring, nothing interesting could attract him, and boredom was one of his biggest enemies.
Suddenly, he stopped and looked at the sky. The sky was also gray and there was nothing, but in his eyes, there was a castle of gray fog there.
"Origin Castle has moved."
Amon said softly, with the corners of his mouth raised. He didn't know why Origin Castle moved, but he understood that his opportunity had come.
"The world seems to have suddenly become interesting?" Perhaps this is because God doesn't want to see Him being so boring anymore?
"Let me think about it, door? No way, He can't come back."
Another person appeared next to Amon, which was also Amon. The second Amon smiled and said:
"The one in the night?"
"It's impossible. The moment He made the choice, He had nothing to do with Origin Castle."
The third Amon appeared, pinching his eye sockets, taking his time, but also with a smile on his face.
"Half a fool?" The fourth Amon appeared, looking at the three people in front of him, still smiling.
"Well, He is still a ball of tentacles! Hahahahaha!" The fifth Amon looked into the distance and appeared quietly, with a smile on his face.
"He has revived?" The sixth Amon appeared, following the tradition of the first five and asking, but he did not give a specific name, not even a nickname, because he understood everyone.
"Are you an idiot?" The five Ammons in front of them all looked at Him, as if asking, how could a fool like you be me?
"It's not good to scold yourself." The seventh Amon appeared, with a bigger smile on his face, as if he was happy to see the sixth one being scolded.
"Don't worry!" The eighth Amon came from a distance and said harshly to the seventh Amon.
"They are neither of them, so that can only be the case..."
The ninth Amon appeared and gave the final answer.
Countless Amons appeared here, and they held their crystal-carved monocles at the same time. Countless monocles shone at the same time, and the gray wilderness suddenly turned white.
"Ha ha ha ha."
Countless Ammons laughed out loud at the same time, don't ask them why they laughed.
Just thinking about happy things.
[Ding! You have been selected as a pre-selected candidate for the chat group! After twelve official group members vote and confirm, you will be eligible to join the chat group or lose the qualification to join the chat!]
The Amons' laughter suddenly stopped and they looked at each other.
"Chat group?" said an Amon.
"What?" Another Amon asked.
"I don't know." The other Amon shook his head.
"Do you know?" I don't know which Amon asked.
"I am you! You don't know how I know!"
"Oh!" All Amon replied in unison.
"Then should we join this chat group?" Amon turned his head and looked at everyone.
"Vote, they want to vote, then we will vote too." One Amon said, causing other Amon to nod.
So the public referendum began.
This is the game Amon often plays when he is bored. There are countless Amon in the world, but of course there is only one true form.
But other Amon also have the right to vote when they face some things.
Every Amon is full of the atmosphere of freedom and democracy. Amon, he is an old democracy!
Finally, after the Amons voted, they all unanimously decided to join this inexplicable chat group.
What could be more interesting than this unknown thing, something that even the God of Deception doesn't know about?
"However, whether we can join the group seems to require the votes of twelve people who don't know their identities."
Suddenly, one Amon said something, and all the Amons fell silent.
All Amon looked at each other, and the corners of their mouths curled up at the same time, smiling gently.
