Wilson looked at the guy in front of him in confusion, trying to detect signs of lying in his eyes.
It's a pity that he failed.
"So..." Wilson thought thoughtfully, "You suspect that I killed that guy named White? And turned him into a carpet?"
He briefly imagined the situation described by the red mask, but he couldn't imagine what it would look like to embed the body into the carpet.
But this description is quite perverted...
But after all, he had experienced the storms and waves of the information explosion era in the future. He had never seen any TV novels about forensic criminal investigation, so this method of death did not make him feel anything unusual.
"That guy is a scumbag," Wilson said calmly. "Wilson was tricked very badly by him. But why did you come to me specifically? As far as I know, that guy deceived more than just Wilson."
He didn't have much of a relationship with the fraudster. He had only seen it from Wilson's memory. To him, he was just like a supporting character on paper who knew his name.
If his human body heard the news here, he might be happy. The conflict between them would be deeper, but...
When I think that this is a real world, the people who died are still related to me...especially when it sounds like they died so miserably.
He couldn't help but feel a little awkward and uncomfortable.
But he didn't show any of this, with a standard fake smile on his face and an extremely indifferent tone.
"The time of your disappearance is very suspicious." Jason said lightly, "Did you suddenly go out of the rental house that night? That night, Mr. White died at home, and even the remaining spirit was sewn in.
It is completely integrated into the carpet.”
Wilson struggled to pull through the mess of memories.
It's a pity that since I saw the Gomorrah doll on Christmas, the memory of the human body has become a mush. No matter how I recall it, it is crazy and chaotic. It is like watching an old TV screen. Not only is the signal not good,
The screen is also filled with snowflakes.
And according to the time point mentioned by Red Mask... it happened to be that not long before he just traveled through time, he saved his current human body in the hands of Gomora.
He had no idea when exactly Wilson left the rental house for the suburbs, nor how Wilson got into contact with Gomora... There was a difference of several hours between the death of the fraudster and the time he traveled through time. During this period, he
I have no idea what Wilson did.
Could it be that Wilson really killed the fraudster?!
If that's the case, wouldn't he be a murderer?!
Could this strange red mask be here to catch me?
But based on his understanding of Wilson, this knowledgeable professor was actually very restrained, gentle, and simple, otherwise he would not have been deceived.
Even if you were really angry and wanted to kill the fraudster, you should have done it long ago.
And what does this have to do with Gomora?
He didn't believe there could be such a coincidence.
Since Christmas, everything seems to be shrouded in fog, strangely dressed ladies, Gomora Spark Dolls, confused and blurred memories...and now another murder case has been added.
All of these are inextricably linked to Wilson himself, and there seems to be a huge shadow behind him.
If it hadn't been for his sudden arrival... then there would have been one more tragedy.
Wilson would die that night as well as the fraudster.
"Well..." Wilson chewed on the extremely vague memory, his brows furrowed more and more tightly. He suddenly raised his head, looked at the young man, and said in a solemn tone:
"I don't know what exactly happened...but I am certain that if it weren't for me that night, Mr. Wilson would have been one of the dead."
"you mean……"
Jason narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the pale yellow eyes of the professor in front of him. The warm tone was like the sunshine at noon and like fresh honey. There was nothing unusual about it. It was just a normal human eye, without those
Weird and crazy qualities...
But this is so ridiculous.
No exception is the biggest exception!
He was basically certain that the person standing in front of him at this time was not Professor Wilson himself, but had been replaced by something.
After several trials on his part, this unknown being finally admitted this fact.
His tone became increasingly weird, almost yin and yang:
"Do you still think of yourself as Mr. Wilson's savior?"
As far as he knows, there are very few beings who are kind to human beings. Those beings have a life level much higher than ordinary humans. In their view, human beings are just ants. They don't care about human life and death at all, let alone save them.
They are.
But the person in front of me...
Unknown, indifferent, and mysterious, he couldn't tell much of the abnormality from the seemingly human appearance.
He perfectly replaced everything about poor Mr. Wilson, whether it was identity or appearance. It can even be inferred from His words that He also captured Wilson's memory.
If you want to achieve the above points perfectly, then Wilson cannot be alive at all, and it is most likely that he has been swallowed or occupied by the existence in front of him.
Perhaps, in the eyes of human society, "Wilson" is indeed not dead. After all, Professor "Wilson" is still standing here alive and kicking.
But it’s completely different inside!
Wilson smiled, but there were faint veins on his forehead:
"Then I'm really sorry. I am really Wilson's savior."
He originally thought that those weird keyboard warriors on a certain blog were already irritating enough, and no matter how irritating the mere 20th century antiques were, they couldn't compare to those keyboard warriors.
As a result, he didn't expect that the real-life version of hermaphrodites would be far more lethal than the online ones. The keyboard warriors were separated by a screen, and he was directly typing in front of his face.
No wonder the figure with the red mask is so strong and powerful. Under the black windbreaker are broad shoulders and strong muscles. Without these, he would have been beaten to death with a sack.
Wilson crossed his chest expressionlessly.
He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said in a calm and gentle tone: "I admit that it was my first time to save people, and I was not very skilled at the job, and almost killed them. But now Wilson is indeed alive, and I just used the help of
His body walks the earth.”
"I will return my body to Wilson when the time comes!"
"Are you the Great Race of Yith?"
Listening to "Wilson"'s description, Jason frowned slightly and settled on the closest answer.