Although the head rolled to his feet and blood spattered on his boots, Russell felt a sense of sheltered security.
That look is so familiar.
It's like I'm missing something.
If Russell were to use an analogy, it would be like the look in his eyes when he discovered a new colleague at work who graduated from the same high school and was brought up by his former class teacher after working for a few years after graduating from college.
"Do you know my mother?"
"Um."
The young man responded: "Ms. Alice is my senior.
"Her psychic power is called the 'non-existent instrument'. As the name suggests, it is an instrument that does not really exist in the world. Therefore, she can ignore all external factors that she wants to ignore and only touch the parts she wants to touch. If she turns into a screwdriver
, you can unscrew the screws inside the box without opening the casing; if it is a scalpel, you can cut through clothing, skin, bones, muscles, and directly cut tendons or nerves."
When he said this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a pointing smile: "Whether he is a healer or an assassin, his strength is first-class."
Russell was silent and didn't say anything.
He also just found out that his mother was actually a psychic.
After recollecting his past life and the memories of his birth, Russell immediately realized that his mother's death, including their simple daily life... and even his father's running away from home, might not be simple.
He was probably involved in some complicated situation.
Trouble arose.
The young man looked at the silent Russell with interest: "But your spiritual power seems to be more complicated than your mother's. Can you actually perfectly transform into your mother's appearance? You also mastered her spiritual power...
Did you inherit this psychic ability from her, or did you imitate it?"
——If nothing else, it should be activated by consuming the chip left behind by the other person after his death. As long as you wear the "mask" representing that person, you can get the other person's spiritual energy...
Russell thought in his mind.
Just like before, he used his mother's relics to become her likeness and obtained her spiritual energy. That green light should represent his mother's spiritual energy.
When Russell was a child, he occasionally saw a glimmer of this color in his mother's eyes.
But at the time he didn't realize what it was.
After the candlelight in his illusion changed to the same color, Russell gained the psychic power called "The Weapon of Nonexistence".
The previous punch from the bear-eared mercenary could be said to be powerful and heavy. Russell could clearly hear the sound of his spine cracking, but after his incarnation was shattered, his body showed no injuries.
Russell felt that it would take at least a month for him to become like that again.
But the good thing is that as long as you successfully transform once, you can still use the same kind of spiritual power that is weaker than the next level even if you don't transform.
However, Russell did not share this important information with this person.
Although in his past memories, he saw that he was a student of his father and mother - he called his father "mentor" and had a very respectful attitude towards his mother.
——But that was more than twenty years ago.
Russell knows very well that people's hearts can change. He doesn't know anything now, and he can't determine the other party's identity and position too easily.
The attitude of the gangster who pretended to be the "Tower of Babel" organization when he entered the room just now showed a lot of things.
Russell was pretending to be asleep, but was actually observing him.
That fool with a simple mind and well-developed limbs, after entering the room and seeing himself, did not try to find another person in the room; he did not even watch out for himself, and turned his back directly to the door.
If he hadn't been on the phone at that time, Russell would have taken action immediately.
When Russell was pointed at by a gun, he immediately moved past the mercenary and looked at the white-haired young man behind him.
He had already guessed at that time that there were probably no bullets in the gun. But Russell couldn't gamble, so he hoped that the mercenary would be distracted for a moment and give him a chance to get up from the ground and dodge.
However, the Bear-Ears mercenary did not waver at all. He was not even nervous - which meant that he thought there could be no one behind him.
These details show that Russell's initial intuition was indeed correct.
——This room is a single room. Moreover, this group of robbers has control over the surveillance in the captain's room and can determine the entry and exit of each room.
Although first class cabins have multiple seats, multiple tables, and even multiple sofas and multiple beds of different sizes.
But Russell noticed one detail. That is, there was only one cup of the same size on the wine glass rack.
From that moment on, Russell had actually become suspicious of this familiar stranger.
But at that time, Russell had not yet retrieved the memory of his previous life. His knowledge was still relatively shallow and his personality was relatively soft.
Although Russell noticed something was wrong at the first moment and became suspicious, he was not too wary of the other party.
In other words, Russell habitually hopes to please the other party. Through the image of "answering all questions" and "mild attitude", he prevents the other party from attacking him.
But after retrieving his memory, Russell realized more: For example, the robber was obviously startled when he saw the gun on the table, and he immediately became wary of himself - which shows that even if
It was also difficult for them to bring this kind of thing onto the airship. Russell didn't recognize this model of gun, but the robber was very obviously greedy for that gun. Even when he beat Russell, he was unwilling to let go of his hand, and he didn't even want to let go of the gun.
I was willing to hit him with the butt of my gun.
This all shows how precious this gun is.
Considering that this big white-haired dog was never infected with the virus in the first place...
"You are the one from the Tower of Babel, right."
Russell said slowly: "You did not board the plane through regular channels, but were teleported directly to my room through some means. Therefore, you were not photographed by the surveillance cameras outside, nor were you noticed by the gangsters.
"You are following the stolen or leaked Tower of Babel virus. Of course, it is not ruled out that you deliberately sold this virus. But in any case, your position in this incident will not be."
victim'.
"Am I right...Your Excellency Nanliu Jing?"
Without warning, Russell said the name in his memory.
He didn't have any evidence, just a simple test based on intuition.
But seeing the other party's unsurprised and unwavering reaction, Russell knew that he had made the right bet.
I didn't know him at all at first, but after being infected with the virus, I knew his name...
This abnormal behavior was also expected by the other party. If there is no surprise at all, then he is probably the "Nan Liu Jing" who sealed his memory back then.
"What will you do next?"
Russell asked slightly sharply: "I guess you will kill all those people...and then throw the blame on me?"
His hands naturally hung downward.
A faint halo appeared between the index and middle fingers of Russell's right hand.
Just like the light reflected on clean glasses, it is so faint that it is almost imperceptible.
This time it is not the scalpel that appeared before, but the razor blade. Because it can "not exist", you don't have to worry about hurting yourself or falling out of your hands no matter how you clip it.
Compared with the scalpel that Russell's mother Alice is good at using, the blade is a more suitable weapon for Russell.
Seeing Russell wary of him like a cat with its back arched, the corners of Nan Liujing's mouth raised slightly.
He didn't answer Russell's question, but just stepped forward.
Not afraid of the illusory blade between Russell's fingers at all, he squatted down and straightened Russell's collar.
This was caused by Russell being punched in the face by the mercenary before, causing him to roll around on the ground with his mouth and eyes closed, like a Kamen Rider who had been kicked out of his transformation.
After that, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.
"This way I can feel relieved."
His tone became more relaxed: "I was still worried just now... If you are really too naive, then it is best to find a way to drive you back. If you trust others too much, you will not be able to survive on the island of happiness.
.Now it seems that at least you are still a little vigilant.
"And you were on guard but didn't actually attack me, which shows that you have enough sense. You can judge the strength and weakness, and distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.
"That's how it should be - even if you know that the other party may not be your enemy, you must still be on guard; even if you know that you are definitely not the opponent's opponent, you must not give up resistance."
As he spoke, Nan Liujing smiled and touched Russell's head, then gently pinched his furry ears.
Russell's ears twitched, but he did not break away from his hand.
The moment the other party touched him, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in Russell's heart.
"You're going to use me."
He raised his head and whispered to Nan Liujing, who was a head taller than him, "But you won't kill me."
Hearing this, Nanliu Jing was startled.
His face, which had always been smiling, showed a true smile for the first time.
"The second half of your sentence makes me feel relieved. But you know, Russell - it is far less reassuring than the first half."
Nan Liujing said slowly: "It seems that you are much more mature than you look.
"I'm just using you, but that's not a bad thing. Being unused is a hundred times more dangerous than being used. When you still have value, you will be safer than others."
Looking at Russell who was thoughtful, Nan Liujing added: "Also, if you can, it's best not to call me that name. It makes me sick."
Not for privacy reasons...but because of disgust?
Russell's heart moved.
He asked: "Then what should I call you?"
"'Bad Day'. This is my code name, [Bad Day of Babel]," the big white-haired dog code-named "Bad Day" smiled, "But it's best not to mention this name outside, especially
Don't let people know that you are related to me, otherwise you will get yourself into a lot of trouble.
"Of course, maybe soon... you will see this name on the wanted poster on Kongdao. Don't mention 'Nan Liujing', otherwise those elves may cause trouble for you."