Human senses are very powerful and very vague, and can even be described as powerful and vague in a certain colloquial way of discussing urban esotericism.
If you are stared at for a long time, you will feel like "someone is watching you".
When someone enters the room and the other person leaves the room, you will also feel that "someone has come in".
In the same way, when being followed, even an untrained ordinary person will feel, "Am I being followed?"
These are all the effects of breathing, and these are the effects of certain 'traces' left by human breathing.
What Gwen wants to explain is:
In a room with only a weak stove and a diesel machine that made a slight sound like a computer host, I wanted to avoid disturbing a creature that was less than three meters away from me and had various physical data that were countless times stronger than a normal person.
Stand up on a metal chair, walk to the side, take a pistol from a corpse, open the magazine and check it, and sit back down at the same time.
This thing is so outrageous and so difficult.
Even for people like Gwen who have a certain understanding of fighting and stealth techniques, it is still difficult for them to do it with full confidence. In this situation where failure will lead to death, even those who can do it may not be able to do it.
He did it calmly like a water tank escape magician who knew clearly that he had a backup plan.
"Can I do it when life and death are at stake?"
Gwen asked herself.
"I can."
he thinks.
Gently use the control of the body to exert force with the lower side of the thigh. The corpse-like Gwen quietly bounces up like a paper man held by silk threads. Then using the control of the body, the clothes on her body feel like they are attached to the skin.
Normally, it would not make any sound. In the end, by rubbing his toes and using extremely advanced detachment techniques, he got close to the body in an instant and quietly took away the pistol.
Sitting back on the operating chair, he checked the magazine of the revolver, wiped the barrel with the hem of his clothes, and after confirming that the structure of this pistol should be no different from the revolvers on Earth, he hid it in the
In the sleeves.
But it's worth noting that there were only two bullets in the gun.
"Has a shot been fired?"
But not like it.
After Gwen was fully prepared, she tapped the chair of her leftmost companion with a small object, and entered the corpse state for a moment. At the same time, she heard the sound of the old man turning around.
If the other party starts checking the body from the far left, then he will be the third one.
When people are most wary, they usually treat 'first' and 'last', while third and second are easier to ignore. They are also the easiest places to choose subconsciously, just like scratching your head at the test paper in an exam.
Students usually choose something as simple as 'b' or 'c'.
…
The light flickered, revealing the pale faces of the four corpses facing him.
The old man pursed his lips. Even though he was repeating the resuscitation ritual in his heart, it could not relieve the anxiety in his heart. His cheeks were drooping and he had a big beard. His deep eyes, which would have been very beautiful when he was young, looked a little gloomy. Those eyes were like eagles.
eyes looking at these corpses.
Has the body moved?
Dozens and hundreds of possibilities flooded into his rich imagination. But he had to admit that most of them had nothing to do with the source of power. The reaction of a corpse does not mean that it has come back to life, it is just some kind of normal
It's just a reaction after the body function stops. It's like a dead frog that has been subjected to necromancy surgery and its legs move. It's probably not because of the origin of the movement.
...I am also used to seeing corpses. After becoming the source of power enshrined by the society, I can get as many corpses as I want from living people and use them to satisfy my experiments.
The most interesting things about people are:
If your rationality keeps telling you, ‘This is definitely wrong,’ then your sensibility will push you and say, ‘Just give it a try, there’s nothing to lose anyway’.
The old man, who had rejected the possibility of the corpses moving in his mind, pursed his lips and looked at the four corpses with cold eyes.
After a moment, he walked towards the corpse that made the noise as if he had been appointed.
"Perhaps there was a problem with the resurrection technique and one of them was awakened? It doesn't make sense. I made them take a powerful hallucinogen before they died, which should have made their souls dissipate..." He muttered and checked the first corpse.
.
There was a bit of satisfaction in his eyes: "...Although she is an immature woman, she looks so similar to her... If it were not used as a material for the resurrection ceremony, I really want to make a date with her and have a cup of mushroom tea together, haha
Haha. But it’s true that this corpse doesn’t have the conditions to be moved. It’s just that I’m overly concerned.”
It was said that he was careless, but he still walked towards the next corpse without giving up.
This old guy didn't know that he only had time and space left to inspect a corpse before he was kicked in the crotch, poked in the eye, and shot out of his mouth.
The second body is that of a male.
"He seems to be a student in the college carriage. It's a pity that he has a few flaws. Although he looks similar, he's not feminine enough."
The old man commented. After a cursory inspection of the hole in his chest, he just shook his head: "Is it because of this corpse that it failed? If I had known better, I should have used some special source power to reshape its face.
It would be nice to remodel the similarities.”
"If the conditions weren't too harsh, I really wouldn't want to use this person."
He said in a tone that he would eat fried eggs if he couldn't eat steamed eggs. There was a coldness and indifference to human life on his face that should have been handsome when he was young.
The old man walked to the third corpse with a trace of regret on his face.
"It's a pity that this corpse is also a male, the one closest to the Mind Flayer. If it is a female corpse, it can definitely be used as a substitute for the 'raw material' for refining..."
He first wanted to continue to comment, but in the next moment, the 'corpse' suddenly opened his eyes wide and stared at him with a look of resentment. Even the murderous maniac with bloody hands was slightly stunned by the horror.
In half a second, in this suddenly created space, the thick heels of the corpse's feet hit the ground like lightning, and the whole person pounced out like an attacking snake, with its hands spread out like claws.
Those who fight will inevitably make their attacks more sudden and assaultive.
When Gwen's claws attracted the opponent's attention and he subconsciously raised his hands to cover his face, he knew that the opponent was just an amateur in fighting. This boxer-like action was not standardized and did not
A complete defense, it would be better to put your hands up and suddenly expose the vital point you were planning to attack.
His body lost strength for a moment and seemed to relax.
Anyone who has experience in playing football will know that before a powerful shot, you suddenly slow down your pace to relax your body, and finally release it suddenly to kick a high-speed shot that you cannot normally kick. Similarly, if you have experience in playing basketball,
We also know that if you suddenly release your strength in front of someone, and then use more strength, you can take the first step to murder your own knees. The same is true for badminton, the same is true for tennis, and the same is true for fighting.
Gwen stepped on the ground and hit her opponent's vital part with a straight spear knee strike in Muay Thai.
The huge pain can make one's brain go blank for a moment.
Gwen noticed that the old guy's facial expression stiffened for a moment, and she could only say that her simulation had overestimated her opponent as much as possible. Although this old guy was probably no longer a human in terms of character and morality, and his body was not very similar, after all,
He's just a tough punching bag.
If you are a martial artist, you will definitely cherish this opportunity and practice the skills that you have not yet mastered.
But he thought that he was just a layman who was proficient in fighting, and fighting was just a weapon for killing people, so he gathered his claws and stabbed the old man in the eyes. Because his fingers were too slender now.
, is more girlish than a girl, and in order to prevent his fingers from being broken by the opponent's strong flesh, he uses knuckles.
puff!
There is no soft feel at the beginning, but it is as tough as a rubber wheel.
This strengthened Gwen’s idea:
"I will never leave you the slightest chance."
He landed lightly, raised his other leg again, and hit his knee hard on the opponent's vital part that had already been severely injured.
This old scumbag let out a scream of pain, as if his butt had penetrated the iron pillar behind the gas tank computer chair and opened a tunnel. It was not only painful, but also a wail of wounded male dignity. Although it could not be called the ultimate insult, it was close to it.
The severe injuries to his eyes also exposed the weird eyeballs from his throat.
It's not so much an eyeball as it is an 'eye-like object' made of flesh and blood.
The condition seems to be 'severe damage to both eyes'.
Gwen pulled out the revolver, thrust the muzzle of the gun directly into the opponent's weird eye for safety, and pulled the trigger.
Boom - a sound closer to 'pass'.
The breath of life disappeared from this old man.
Gwen pulled the trigger again.
Boom!
The flower-like fire penetrated the back of the old thing's head and penetrated it.
The corpse could no longer stand and fell to the ground.
Gwen threw the pistol aside, and blurry and double images finally appeared in his vision. The movement just now was like a sports car pressing the accelerator to the bottom with the last layer of oil in the fuel tank. Even the final action of pulling the trigger was like
Relying on inertia to accomplish the same thing.
He relied on the skill of Turtle Breath to retain his remaining physical energy and the weak and almost dissipated source power in his chest. He circulated it in the blood vessels in his body, freed up some mobility, and walked towards
That coffin.
The coffin was opened in the manner previously observed.
Looking at the female corpse inside, he moved his lips and said: I'm sorry.
He stretched out his hand to the mechanical heart.
