Tang Ji was completely stunned. He felt that his already tenacious world view had been subverted.
He accepted the existence of superhumans, and even accepted the existence of players after Losas appeared, but now the guy named Wolfgang has come up with new tricks.
"Relax, we can enjoy the delicious food here first. The price of these organic foods is not cheap now." Wolfgang changed his clothes at some point. Denim overalls and a red plaid shirt matched well with the environment here.
He picked up an apple and threw it to Tang Ji, while he picked up the bloody steak from the grill and started to bite it like a hungry wolf.
"Where is this?" Tang Ji played with the apple. The feel and smell of this thing in his hand were exactly the same as a real apple.
"A memory, or a vision? To be honest, I don't want to understand the principles of these superpowers at all." Wolfgang roughly pushed a man away and snatched the food and beer from his plate. The other man just frowned.
I glanced at him with a frown and then went off to talk to someone else.
"Are you saying that everything I saw was also the result of supernatural powers?" Tang Ji squeezed the apple hard with his fingers, and the juice flowed. It was too real.
"Is this an illusion that acts directly on the brain or is it an embodied entity?" Tang Ji felt that he could suddenly understand Wu Qianying and others' enthusiasm for superhuman beings.
"Do you think I'm the kind of person who writes a paper for every superpower?" Wolfgang's hunger seemed to be endless, and he had eaten all the food on a long dining table: "I just want to
Just know someone who can do this and come find them.”
"Can you deprive other superhumans of their abilities?" Tang Ji sat opposite Wolfgang, watching him slump.
"Otherwise, why do you think those players can deprive superpowers from other superhumans?" Wolfgang grinned, full of blood: "They are nothing, and all their abilities are obtained from superhumans."
"Are you a player or their collaborator?" Tang Ji endured the excitement in his heart and looked at Wolfgang, feeling that the fog shrouding Losas and the players was lifted bit by bit.
"I should ask you this question. How did you know about the existence of players?" Wolfgang drank the last glass of wine on the table and glanced at the food on the other table, greed flashing in the corner of his eyes.
Finally, he picked up a napkin and wiped the corners of his mouth, sat up straight and looked at Tang Ji.
"I have been with those bastards for a long time. They are very cautious. If I were not dead, they would not reveal their true identity in front of me." Wolfgang wiped his hands with a napkin and smiled slightly:
"So, how did you know their identities?"
"Are you already dead?" Tang Ji felt that his mind could not keep up with the other person's thoughts and there were too many questions to blurt out.
"I have given you many answers for free. Believe me, if you were not the first person I saw after waking up, I would not be so generous." Wolfgang waved his hand impatiently:
"I'm waiting."
"I killed a man from Losas, and he said he would come back for revenge." Tang Ji said the answer he had prepared in advance: "Then he really came back..."
"Liar, you are lying." Wolfgang interrupted Tangji: "I smell lies. As I said, I can smell a lot of things."
"I think I can only keep my secret for the time being. I can't tell you the real reason for the time being." Tang Ji hesitated for a second and finally decided to be honest: "But I am sure that I did kill one of them.
"
"Hahaha!" Wolfgang laughed: "You're not lying about one thing, they are indeed unkillable, they just... wait, are you serious?"
Wolfgang's smile suddenly froze, and he leaned forward close to Tang Ji. His nose trembled slightly and he kept sniffing something. His eyes gradually showed surprise, and the corners of his mouth raised again, and his whole body became excited: "There is no smell of lies,
You really killed one of them!"
"Now I believe we can communicate on an equal footing." Tang Ji looked at Wolfgang calmly: "Tell me what you know. If your enemy is also Losas, we will be in the same camp."
"No problem, I haven't met someone as conscious as you for a long time. A mortal, not even a superhuman, but at least very courageous." Wolfgang took a final sniff, as if savoring the scent of Tangji:
"Well, I also smell hatred and responsibility. We can indeed cooperate."
"Tell me, what do you want to know from me?" Wolfgang sat back in his chair, crossing his hands and supporting his chin, seemingly in a happy mood: "Because you killed a player, I will be very generous."
"Who are you, and all the information you know about the player." Tang Ji asked still calmly. He noticed that from the moment the other party began to focus on his answer, the entire restaurant became quiet, and everyone looked like puppets.
Still frozen in place, even the flames on the grill condensed.
"What am I? Let me think about it. First of all, I am a human. Yes, of course according to current terms, I am a superhuman, but we wouldn't call it that." Wolfgang snapped his fingers, and the entire restaurant
He returned to his original state again: "I have lived for three centuries. Some people call me a wizard, and some people call me a devil. So whatever you want to call me, I don't care."
"Like I said, I've been looking for people like me. You can always find clues from those myths and legends, and from the weird stories of the local people. Then I went to find them and turned their abilities into mine.
My own." Wolfgang showed off proudly: "Of course they are not as strong as me, most of them haven't figured it out yet..."
"I'm not here to listen to historical stories. Why don't we start from a closer place." Tang Ji interrupted Wolfgang. He was more interested in the players than a super human who could live for hundreds of years.
After experiencing so much, Tang Ji found that he had become accustomed to these unreasonable existences.
"Patience is a virtue, but it's a pity that you don't have it." Wolfgang shook his head, as if he was a little dissatisfied with being interrupted but continued: "What do those players call themselves now? Losas? Another meaningless one.
name, they change their vests every once in a while.”
"It doesn't matter what their names are, what matters is what they want to do." Wolfgang pointed at Tangji: "They came here to reshape our world, do you understand? According to them, this is called background shaping.
, if you knew what they had done, you would even admire their creativity."
