Zhang Zicheng seemed to be watching the whole process, but in fact he was never idle.
He even felt a little excited in his heart.
Because the system informed Zhang Zicheng of a piece of information after he directly observed the clown.
The other party possesses unknown physical laws that the system cannot see through.
Just like when the system in the past looked at high dimensions from low dimensions.
Although the other person is still a concrete person in his eyes, in fact, due to the different dimensions, some details are always missing whether between high dimensions or low dimensions.
The difference is that when you look at low dimensions from high dimensions, you can use your inertia to fill in the missing parts of the opponent, just like watching a 3D animation of high-definition modeling, and you can hardly tell the difference.
When looking at high dimensions from low dimensions, there will be a sense of smoke and mirrors and an awkward and awkward sense of disharmony. However, if the gap is not large, this feeling will not be very obvious.
However, with Zhang Zicheng's current observation ability and the insight brought by the enhanced spiritual consciousness, he can easily catch the incongruity in the other party.
In other words, this clown is very likely to be the first high-dimensional creature Zhang Zicheng has come into contact with since he obtained the system!
Of course, high dimension is just a term. After all, the existences currently in contact with in the interstitial space are all hovering in the range of 3.14, which is not too high, nor is it too low.
This gave Zhang Zicheng an opportunity to actually study high-dimensional life...
After all, before Zhang Zicheng entered the Nine Worlds worldview of Nordic mythology, he was only physically strong at the beginning. If he had encountered Jörmungandr or Loki right from the start, there would be no doubt that he would also die.
This allows Zhang Zicheng to temporarily pursue the mentality of extreme pursuit of high and low dimensions. The strength of the world is on the one hand, and your individual strength is on the other. As long as the strength of the world is not too different, the top powers of the low dimension can destroy those of the high dimension.
It is still more than enough for ordinary people.
What's more, what's standing here now is just a clone...
This gives Zhang Zicheng a huge error tolerance, and he can act boldly without having to worry too much.
However, this clown doesn't seem to be very interested in Zhang Zicheng.
Its funny and weird face that looks like a smile but is actually expressionless is completely aimed at the leader of the special response team who is extremely frightened.
The submachine gun's fire completely hit the clown's faded and dirty costume, but the final result was that the clown was not torn to pieces by the bullet storm, with blood and internal organs flowing all over the floor. Nor was the clown invincible, deflecting all the bullets. Those bullets seemed to have hit the extremely hard butter that had forcibly absorbed all the kinetic energy, and were 'embedded' in the clown's ugly and fat belly.
Then, the fat began to squirm, and the bullet slowly disappeared on the clown's belly as if it was sinking into water.
The clown looked down at his belly, then looked up at the people in protective suits, and suddenly stretched out his hand to touch the leader's head.
At this moment, Zhang Zicheng finally took action.
The clown's behavior before was almost purely for scaring people, and was only useful for people who were afraid of it. It was not actually aggressive at all.
But now with the hand that is stretched out, one can feel very strong spatial fluctuations with spiritual thoughts.
In fact, Zhang Zicheng thought there should be something else there, but as a being at a lower latitude, Zhang Zicheng couldn't see it even with his spiritual mind. He could only see the space itself that changed due to the other party's actions.
A cold light suddenly lit up in the room.
The clown's hand stopped in mid-air, with only his fingertips touching the top of the leader's protective suit.
The next second, with a sound like two plastic films peeling off each other, the clown's head fell to one side and fell to the ground with a plop.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Clown, can you stop threatening my friends? They are almost scared out of their wits by you."
The light of zhenqi on Zhang Zicheng's fingers slowly gathered and he said casually.
The team leader seemed to have finally pressed the play button. From the freezing state of extreme fear, he suddenly retreated crazily like a rabbit, causing the team he led to become chaotic.
In the end, he was even tripped by the team members who had no time to retreat when they were trying to avoid him. He landed on his butt and continued to retreat while rolling and crawling.
It wasn't until he was wading in the water in the passage outside the room and leaning against the wall with his back that he said in horror: "Run! Run! It can't be killed! Now, it may need time to recover, let's run."
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After saying that, he hurriedly stood up and ran away in the direction he came from. When Kong Huan, who was standing at the outermost part of the passage, saw this, he quickly pressed against the wall to avoid, and then looked very hesitant, very curious about what happened in the room.
, and I dare not go in.
When the team members saw this, several of them immediately chased after them. Only the strongest man and the woman who initially served as a translator in multiple languages stayed behind amid hesitation.
Zhang Zicheng ignored it, but felt that the room was much more spacious now that there were fewer people. He squatted on the ground and touched his chin, staring curiously at the clown's fallen head.
When Beatrice saw this, she also imitated the teacher's example and wanted to squat down. Unfortunately, the giant sword she was carrying was too big and poked the floor, forcing her to bend down.
"It seems that he is not dead. It's really amazing."
Zhang Zicheng said, holding up the clown's head. Beatrice also straightened up and came up to look at the clown curiously.
The clown's head is very big, comparable to a basketball and a half. It is also very heavy, but this weight is only for ordinary people. Zhang Zicheng estimates that it weighs at least nearly 200 kilograms.
However, the clown's head just glanced at Zhang Zicheng, and then looked at the two remaining members of the special response team. The two were so frightened that they could not help but retreat, and almost bumped into Kong Huan's face who was looking at the situation.
Up.
Zhang Zicheng asked strangely: "You don't seem to be interested in me, why? Is it because I'm not afraid of you?"
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It is true to think so, after all, the clown is also not interested in Beatrice, who is looking curious on the side.
Could it be that the other party is some kind of monster that feeds on fear?
At this moment, the clown's head suddenly began to become bigger, redder, and lighter.
Zhang Zicheng watched helplessly as the clown's huge head became more and more rounded, until it turned into a human skin balloon that seemed to stretch its skin to the limit. It slowly floated from his hands and flew into the air of the room.
Among them.
The half-smiling expression also turned into a bumpy pattern on the balloon. Dead fish eyes looked at Zhang Zicheng, and after looking at each other for half a second, there was a sudden "bang!" sound, and the clown skin balloon suddenly exploded. Zhang Zicheng had quick eyesight and quick hands, and immediately used protective energy to protect himself and Beatrice beside him.
It's just that he can't take care of the members of the special response team who are a little further away.
And this decision was correct, because after the balloon exploded, countless pieces of blood, brain plasma, clockwork, brain tissue fragments, rainbow lollipops, and leftover fish bones were so mosaic that it was difficult to see the specific content.
Mucus, teeth, lipstick and other messy things were sprayed everywhere in the room.
"Oh my God, my God...!"
The translator of the special response team was trembling all over, resisting nausea, and tore off the tongue attached to her protective mask and threw it on the ground.
She gasped rapidly and used trembling hands to clean away the dirt on her body bit by bit.
The strong man on the side didn't react that much, but he also sighed in disgust and kept cleaning the dirt on the protective mask and isolation suit.
The empty ring outside the room looked at the disgusting mucus splattered on the wall of the passage. He couldn't help but retched. He was extremely glad that he decided not to enter the house in the end.
At the critical moment, be cowardly. Isn’t this how you survived in the cracked space before you met Zhang Zicheng?
Zhang Zicheng looked at the embarrassing scene at the scene and couldn't help but frown: "You didn't fight back at all and just ran away? Are you so unconcerned about the attack? That seems a bit tricky."
Beatrice on the side said disgustingly: "Hey——!" Looking at the messy contents on the floor, she felt that there was nowhere to put her feet.
Fortunately, the dragon scale armor is relatively comprehensive. After all, it is a product of Iceland, and the people there wear very tight clothes. Coupled with the protection of the master, there is no dirt on her body.
When she heard her master's words, she couldn't help but complain: "Isn't this considered revenge? I would rather fight the ten-headed dragon again than face such a disgusting thing."
This is true, after being attacked, using dirty tricks to disgust the opponent is also a counterattack that some people like.
However, Zhang Zicheng turned around and looked in the direction of the passage. There were two members of the special response team standing there, and he couldn't help but sigh: "Don't let it run to find your team leader."
When the two members of the special response team heard this, their whole bodies stiffened for a moment, and then they sighed at the same time.
The tall team member touched his head and said helplessly: "I... I just had this suspicion, so I didn't follow the captain to escape. Instead, I decided to stay and follow you."
It seemed that the words had been spoken, and he no longer cared about anything, and said bluntly: "Although we suspect that you are also a kind of monster that we have never seen, but in any case, you can communicate and have wisdom and cognition similar to us.
.Coupled with the powerful strength that can deal with the sixth-level gap monsters, I would rather stay with you, it feels safer this way."
When the translator on the side heard this, she looked at the strong man in shock. She didn't expect that he had such thoughts when he stayed.
She was silent for a while and found that everyone present was looking at her. She could only sigh and tell the reason why she stayed: "The sixth-level monster was officially named 'Joker' based on its image. It
It is the highest-level terrestrial holocaust on record... This means that it is the only rift holocaust that has witnesses, and the witnesses survived in the end."
Zhang Zicheng nodded. He realized this when the team leader said it.
The word "recorded" is very interesting. Doesn't it mean that the person you met survived and can still describe the other person's existence? Isn't there a more powerful rift that is not recorded? It is obviously impossible. Then the translator of the special response team said in a low tone: "In fact, the number of sightings was not in single digits. It was three times. Three times, there were survivors. This may be the reason for the captain to escape, but it is also the reason why I
The reason for staying...Others may not be able to read deeply in the face of thick and confusing information, but I have studied the entire book carefully."
As she said that, she raised her head and pretended to be calm, but she still looked at the headless corpse left by the clown with a little fear, and said slowly: "I guess this clown's greatest pleasure is to spread fear..." p>
Zhang Zicheng said strangely: "Then the clown should let the people who are most afraid of it leave. Only when the people who are most afraid of it go back can the horror of it be described vividly to the greatest extent. And those who are not afraid of it, just let them go."
It should be used as a performance tool to scare those who are afraid of it."
The translator shook her head bitterly: "It seems so... but the existence of clowns is irrational, at least not the rationality that humans can understand. In addition to spreading fear, clowns also feed on fear. Those who are really afraid of it are
, it will not be able to resist the temptation and devour the other party directly."
"So, it's impossible to be afraid of it, and it's impossible not to be afraid of it. Not only is this degree difficult to grasp, but the most important thing is that its standard is still based on people in the same industry as a reference, so the uncertainty is too great. This is why the relevant content is not recorded in
The reason for the case, because if it is stated too clearly, it may cause panic."
After saying that, the translator closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She finally got rid of the unspeakable panic state just now and calmed down a little: "Of course, the above are all my guesses. After all, I said that these have not been recorded.
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"No, you said it very well."
A hoarse voice came into my ears.
The translator suddenly opened her eyes, and instantly stood on her head with chills all over her body.
Because she suddenly discovered that the man who originally chopped off the clown's head... was now holding the clown's head!
The clown's dead fish eyes looked at him with a half-smile, and his huge head looked extremely uncoordinated and chaotic on a slender body.
The translator took a few steps back in horror, and a scene that made her even more horrified happened.
Her teammate, the trustworthy and strong Jason, had a strange bulge in his protective mask at this time. The face that was close to the protective mask could be clearly seen from the outside world. What was inside was the clown's smiling face! "Ahhhh!!!" The translator accidentally tripped to the ground while screaming, and then fell into the waterway in the corridor.
But the water flow at this time was no longer shallow enough to reach her ankles as before. She felt as if she had fallen into the deep sea and was completely submerged and enveloped by the black water.
"Help! Help! Save Gulululu!!!"
The salty black water penetrated from the protective suit, completely filling the entire protective suit. It even seemed to be conscious, scrambling to get into her eyes, ears, and nostrils!
Just when she was in complete despair and fear, her eyes were stung by a sudden light.
Zhang Zicheng tore off her protective mask, pulled off the white mucus that was constantly covering her face, and burned it all with psychic energy!
The translator was sweating profusely and collapsed on the ground. She raised her head blankly and looked at Zhang Zicheng's serious face illuminated by psychic flames.