"You know, she won't give you what you need no matter what."
This sentence rang out neatly from the mouths of five people: every word, every ups and downs, every pause for breath, were completely synchronized with a pattern, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.
, echoing together in this space.
"You know, no matter what, I will not take out what you need."
Lin Sanjiu looked at the puppet master and became calmer and calmer as the seconds passed. "That's my ability. As long as I don't move, no one can force me to open it. What can you do?"
What to do?"
Seeing that the puppet master didn't say a word, she continued: "Torture me? I can't feel pain. Hurt me? You won't get the same old woman. Threaten me? Beg me? Convince me? Deceive me?"
"...Three minutes." Yu Yuan glanced at the big clock and said softly.
Very slightly, the puppet master said goodbye, as if enduring some overwhelming emotion - although no one could tell what it was - and then laughed softly.
The arc of the half-smile on his face reminded people of a corpse pierced by iron hooks, hanging in the shadow of the moon on a dark night. With the sound of the leather expanding and contracting, the puppeteer raised a pale hand and hovered over it.
On Lin Sanjiu's head, he whispered: "I can also make you into a puppet."
"That would be equivalent to killing me, and you won't do it." Lin Sanjiu said with certainty, "You swore an oath."
"Really?" the puppet master asked in a kind tone, "your biggest career in life is to get your brain back, but you are so confident in your own judgment?"
Lin Sanjiu thought about this question for a while, then nodded firmly.
For so many years, no matter what happened or what the situation was, even when a mushroom entered the brain, she never killed her. She was very convinced that the reason why the puppet master did not kill her now was not just because of the fungus.
In order to protect the oath, what happened when the two got together——
This was her last thought.
Because in the next second, the puppet master's palm was already pressing on the top of her head.
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When Lin Sanjiu opened her eyes again, the expression on her face was blank.
Yu Yuan leaned forward, frowning, and for the first time there was some worry on his face. He watched Lin Sanjiu swing his limbs a few times, as if he was looking for balance again, and stood up stiffly and mechanically; Yu Yuan
When he turned his head, he found that the puppet master had sat back on the luxurious and soft chair.
"She...what happened to her?" Yu Yuan asked.
Although her movements were a bit unnatural at first, as if she was readjusting to her own limbs, in the process of "standing up", Lin Sanjiu obviously returned to normal; her movements became natural and smooth again, with ease.
"What's wrong?" the puppet master replied with a smile, "it became my puppet."
When this answer really hit Yu Yuan, he opened his mouth slightly, and disbelief finally appeared on his face.
"Impossible," he turned around quickly, stared at Lin Sanjiu, and asked like a barrage of questions: "The human body has turned into a doll? What will happen next? Will the embezzlement process be stopped?"
The puppet master looked very interested and replied: "You do things that even a ghost doesn't know, how can I know? Come here."
The last few words were spoken to Lin Sanjiu.
Yuan Xiangxi was in the corner, shaking his head vigorously - obviously he didn't believe that the puppet master would really attack Lin Sanjiu.
All this may indeed be the result of some kind of means; but no one can explain why Lin Sanjiu suddenly lost all his will and walked obediently to the puppet master step by step, laying at his feet.
Bian knelt down on one knee.
She lowered her eyes and called in a low voice: "Sir."
Although Lin Sanjiu is usually very amiable, tolerant and patient with the puppet master, and good-natured, anyone who has been with her will know one thing clearly: she will never lower her head and call anyone "adult".
Neither can the puppeteer.
She will not ride on anyone's neck, nor will she allow anyone to ride on her neck - as long as Lin Sanjiu is still herself.
Even if this is indeed some kind of method, it at least shows that Lin Sanjiu's self-will no longer exists at this moment.
Yuan Xiangxi shook his head halfway, and stopped abruptly, as if a gear had become stuck. Yu Yuan took a deep breath and took a step forward.
"Take it out for me," the puppeteer said without raising his eyes.
Lin Sanjiu's blank face still showed no expression, but she raised a hand.
In the next second, two things happened at the same time: first, the old woman suddenly stretched half of her body out of the air like toothpaste being squeezed out; second, Yu Yuan's shadow turned into a sharp shadow and pounced straight towards her.
The phantom body at the feet of the puppet master - when the old woman fell on the floor, Yu Yuan suddenly rose up from the ground, crossed the air, and hit the wall next to Yuan Xiangxi with a "dong" sound.
The latter was frightened.
"The Great Miko," the puppeteer suddenly stood up from the chair and whispered between breaths.
The five people except Lin Sanjiu all rushed towards them at the same time, as if they wanted to use their bodies to make the puppet master throw a rat weapon to block his next move; however, the puppet master was not even distracted.
His eyes were firmly on the old woman - the old woman seemed to be held down by an invisible force at this time, and no matter how hard she struggled and resisted, she could never break free.
Not only is it impossible to break free, it is like a machine that cannot resist the user's operation. Reluctantly, a piece of silvery white characters floats up from mid-air.
"Is this...a collision of concepts?"
Even the puppet master couldn't help but breathe a little shallower. Rows of silver-white words were scrolling up in front of him; compared to when he was in the meat world many years ago, the list and options of [Concept Collision] were much longer.
Double. The bright small characters flashed repeatedly, reflecting the puppet master's face with sparkling light, like stars twinkling on the white snow.
The clock behind him struck again leisurely; it was the last minute.
At the moment when the applicable terms were finally found, the great miko whispered in silence, but it seemed to be heard by everyone present.
The puppet master's whole body shook slightly; the silver subtitles were suddenly extinguished in mid-air, and the six figures were like flies falling from the air, hitting the ground one after another - but although their bodies were one by one
They fell to the ground, but where they were just now, there was still a figure standing, as if someone had stood up from their heels.
"Now that it's squeezed out, it will be easy to handle next time, right?"
The puppet master's voice was very soft, and he didn't know who he was talking to. On the other end, Yuan Xiangxi let out a long, shaky breath.
I'm exhausted. I have nothing to say. I'll go to bed early.
