Volume 3 Death of the Sword Fighter Chapter 133 The Art of Life and Death
In the middle of the mall, Sheriff Tiger leans over the police car with a sullen face, and in front of him, a colleague is snarling at two young students, only to the occasional strange glance from passers-by.
This is already the fourth group. Tiger drank the Coke from the fast food cup, and then crumpled it into a ball of paper, driven by the plan of the winged bird, the time he wasted on this morning's rush was completely in vain, and at the moment, there were still two lonely places that he had not visited for a long time, but with these lessons from the past, a little thought about it can understand that such a high-profile way of action is definitely still the same as before, just to attract attention (yòu) It's just bait, maybe the two of them have already left this place by this moment.
"Do you know what you're doing?!You're helping the Empire's most wanted criminals escape!Do you know how long you're going to jail?!" Faced with the two panicked young students, the police officers who were with Tiger began to intensify their intimidation, "Do you know how much it will cost to settle this matter? Take out your wallets! Really, how many adults you have, you don't even have the slightest eyesight? This is a fine, a fine! What kind of eyes do you have? Do you want me to arrest you and go back to jail?!"
"Alright Bauf, it's time to go back, we don't have time to spend here. After watching his colleague pull out all the money in his wallet and put it in his pocket, Tiger patted the car door and urged, he knew that he could get almost seventy percent of the money.
"Wait a minute, this girl hasn't cleaned her bag yet!" Baofu replied dissatisfied, and then snatched the schoolgirl's backpack, muttering as he flipped over, "It's such a thing?" You know if I only get that little money on a trip, I'm going to make those dogs laugh to death...... Huh?"
Suddenly, Baofu's action of flipping the bag suddenly froze, and his eyes were suddenly stunned, and his mouth began to repeat the end of Fang Cai's words like a radio cassette, "Yes, ......" Seeing his sudden strange behavior, the student who was already full of fear couldn't bear it, and he didn't even dare to take his wallet back and ran away in a panic.
"Well, hey, what's going on? Bouf, you...... Seeing this, Sergeant Tiger frowned, and then closed the car door and went to check, but only then did he realize that for some reason, his body had completely frozen in place as if it were petrified, unable to move an inch.
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What is life?
Life is the process of the brain, that is, thinking. I think, therefore I am.
However, if a person's brain is taken out and soaked in a fish tank filled with nutrient solution, and it is always alive (xìng), theoretically speaking, it is always running and thinking, but if you place it in front of you and let the brain tissue floating in the nutrient solution completely expose your eyes, do you really think, is this alive?
Or, put it another way.
A person on the verge of death, whose brain is completely removed and placed in a marionette, henceforth, his every move is mobilized by the will of the stringer, however, the threader is a subtle psychological master, he accurately calculates every step of the puppet's thoughts, and carries it out in advance, even if the truth is the opposite, but he still gives the puppet the illusion that he is still at will, and there is no one behind him (cāo) to control his hands and feet.
So, is this puppet still alive?
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"I, my (shēn) body, what's going on?!Why do you move on your own!" Sheriff Tiger looked at his own (shēn) body in astonishment, and a few seconds ago, his full (shēn) body It was out of control, at this moment, he was running wildly on the street at a speed that he had never experienced in his life, even a rally car with full horsepower could not catch up with Tiger's footsteps, this was not over, an unheard of terrifying sound came from his body into Tiger's ears, he looked at his legs in horror, only to see that the leather shoes that were originally neat (tǐng) were already in tatters due to the high speed of overload, and on the ankles, there were countless skins (ròu) began to peel off and fall on top of the leg bones, and what made Tiger even more devastated was that between the leg bones that he had never seen before, there were strange patterns with countless bright colors.
"This, this ...... the hell" This completely unreasonable scene in front of him made Tiger almost want to vomit all the contents of his belly, however, his internal organs fell out of his body first, except for his head, which was still intact, everything seemed to be falling off on his skeleton like mud, clothes, hair, skin, muscles (ròu), blood vessels, nerves, without exception, only a skeleton covered with strange paintings (shēn) was still running at the speed of a racing car. An indescribable sense of exhilaration, as if he was supposed to be this way from the beginning.
"Save ...... Help ......"
A faint cry for help lingered in his ears, and Sheriff Tiger turned his head numbly to look at his colleague who was traveling with him, Bouf, who was even worse than Tiger at this moment, not only was the entire body rotten to the skeleton, but even the facial features of his face were quickly falling off, and in the position of his hand, the original hand bone quietly fell to the ground, replaced by a painted bone blade that protruded from the arm bone. Eventually, when the tongue falls between the gaps in the mandible, Bauf's cries for help come to an abrupt end, leaving Tiger alone with a silent and terrifying painted skeleton.
If this is a nightmare, God, please wake me up quickly......
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"Do you see the fear on their faces? Every time I look at it, I feel happy from the bottom of my heart. ”
The soldier stabbed his sharp nails into Park Kim-sung's neck, and by sharing vision, he forced the other party to watch with him as police officers everywhere reacted to the strange changes in his self (shēn) body.
"You...... What did you do to these people?" Although he was not a good person, Park Jincheng's face also showed a little disgust in the face of the scenes that these soldiers used to satisfy his personal evil tastes.
"Having received the power bestowed upon me by my master, I washed this place in blood, slaughtered the incompetent and greedy chief, and made a break to my humble past. The soldier propped up the table and forcibly stopped the shaky (shēn) form, and after using her abilities with all her might, she was obviously consumed a lot of her strength, "In retaliation, I made all the police officers here into works of art, and let them drive me for the rest of their lives." ”
"However, I was too cautious at the time, and when I killed each of them, I tried my best to sneak and assassinate, and perhaps when they died, none of them could be aware of the fact that they had actually been killed, so ...... It's too cheap for them. Bing Skeleton (tiǎn) had red lips, and a look of hatred flashed between his bewitching eyebrows, "So, I let them get back on their feet and order them to continue living with their usual memories, this art between life and death, [Hidden Snake], you will not understand." ”
"So, you just wear this fat pig chief's skin (ròu) every day, and watch these dead people who think they are safe and sound come and go, and even go home at the end of each day to continue their lives?" Park Jincheng frowned, "Even I feel a little disgusted, Soldier Skeleton." ”
"Shut up. At the sound of the order, Park Jincheng's bones used to open and close the opening were forced to close, and then, the soldier raised his high heels and stepped on the place where the former's ribs were broken, causing a painful echo in the former's closed mouth, "The master has praised my artistic talent, what kind of thing are you, dare to laugh at me?!"
After stepping on a few feet in succession, the slightly relieved soldier turned around and stretched out his right hand, and shook it towards the shadow void of the lonely door and long night in the surveillance screen, and then, her red lips opened lightly, and she commanded the painted skeletons in the far away city in a voice containing strange power—
"In the name of the master, kill him. ”
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