Did the withered believers sooth me? This should never be treated as if you did not hear it.

I immediately asked the Turin doctor, "What did the withering believers do about me?" At the same time, he was engrossed in not letting go of every word after her.

She replied, "Just like me, divining what you might encounter in the near future." ”

"How did the other party break through my anti-divination measures?"

"There was no breakthrough. It's just that because I did a divination on you just now, and this divination happened to affect each other with the other party's divination, which made the other party get a more accurate result. I noticed that she was not nervous when she said this, "As I have said before, the soothsayer itself is the most destructive agent of prophecy. If two soothsayers predict the same object at the same time, they will be forced to include each other's influence on the prophecy into the divination, and eventually, each will get a divination result that the other has influenced. ”

I asked, "So, can I understand that because I now know the picture of your prophecy, and I also know that the other party has prophesied about me, the very fact that 'I know' is enough to cause a certain degree of damage to the prophecy?" ”

She nodded. I had wondered if I had shot myself in the foot by going to the Turin doctor for divination, but now it seems that I have not gained nothing, and things are not as bad as I imagined.

She added: "Also, the time of the other party's divination is not the last few days, but the last month. ”

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"Do you even know the exact time of the other party's divination of me?" I thought for a moment, then asked, "So, does this mean that the other person already knows that you will be divining me today?" ”

"No, he shouldn't know. In addition, I need to make it clear that when it comes to divination skills, I am actually a step ahead. When she said this, she smiled and said to me, "For, though he divined my divination, I divined my divination, but he did not divinate my divination, and he divined my divination." ”

"Please, be simple." I said angrily.

"He didn't know that his divination had been discovered by us. ”

I asked rhetorically, "Did you just deliberately say something so twisty?" ”

She also seemed to be laughing at what she had just said. Very rarely, she laughed like a real little girl. The residual smell that adhered to her skin, and the fear of seeing the prophecy with her own eyes, seemed to have finally been dispelled until this moment.

Seeing this, I was somewhat relieved, and then continued to confirm other details with her. After some time, I said goodbye to her and left her home.

*

According to the prophecy of the Turin doctor, if I want to find the withered believer holding the Buddha statue, I will have to take the train shown in the first act, as the prophecy says.

As long as I take the train, will I be able to meet the withered believers? Not really. The Turin doctor can only be sure that there is a clue on this train that can help me, but I may not be able to identify this clue, I may see it but not notice it, and thus miss this hard-won clue in vain.

At this point, I have been informed of the train number and other information, and I will go to the Beaver South Station, where it will stop later. Although I was very aware that my actions might have been predicted by the withered believers, I did not give up on this action in the end.

One of the most important reasons is that even the doctors of Turin do not know what exactly is being divined. If I decide to give up my actions, and the other party's divination is exactly "I have no future to act", then I am being clever and being clever and mistaken.

This made me feel from the bottom of my heart: divination is really a headache science.

Since there are risks involved in whether you set off or not, I still choose to set off now.

In addition, it is worth mentioning that before I left, the Turin doctor did a second divination. The target of this divination is not the "Buddha carving", but the "withered believers who hold the Buddha carving". And the result of the divination is almost the same as the first divination.

In other words, between the "being in the dark" and the "mad man" shown in the second act, one of them must be a withered believer, or both.

Divination of my withered believers, could it be the withered believers holding Buddha carvings? I thought to myself. A soothsayer lurking in the shadows...... No matter how you think about it, it's not something to be taken lightly.

By the time I arrived at Beaver South Station, it was already late afternoon and the rain was starting to fall on my head. Looking up, the sky was covered with leaden clouds, with occasional white lights and roars between the clouds. Maybe it's because I've been exposed to divination before, but it doesn't look like a good omen.

Soon, I entered the station and boarded the train designated by the prophecy. By the way, I also brought the Anti-Psionic Short Knife to the station, and as for how I deceived the station security, it's not very convenient to explain. Following the details of the prophecy given by the doctor in Turin, my seat on the train was a sleeper, but of course, I did not lie down. You know, I'm here to look for clues, and of course I can't let myself lie all the way to the terminal.

I was very attentive to my surroundings, and there were many passengers in this sleeper car, including men, women, and children, as well as pregnant women with limited mobility. If you only look at it with the naked eye, you can't tell who is involved with the withered believers.

Moments later, the train started.

The time gradually passed from evening to night. It was dark outside the car window, the rain was getting heavier, and thunder was lit up from time to time in the distance. I looked at the electronic map with my mobile phone, and it was quite far away from Beaver City, and I stopped at other stations many times along the way, but I still couldn't see any clues. Or is there a clue that I just can't tell from my surroundings?

Just when I was suspicious, a mutation appeared.

I heard commotion coming from the other carriages, and they were getting closer and closer to this one. The other passengers heard it too, and some got up curiously to see what was going on. I'm no exception, and for me, anything extraordinary that happens on this train is something that must be paid attention to.

It didn't take long for the source of the commotion to break into the carriage - a young man suddenly slammed the door open and stumbled into the crowd.

He yelled "get out of the way, get out of the way" as he squeezed his hands and feet past those watching the excitement. Immediately afterward, two more fierce men rushed over. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that the two men had come to chase after the young man in front. However, compared to the young man in front, the two people in the back were much more reckless, and they didn't remind others to avoid it, and they raised their hands to push people away very rudely, and their eyes seemed to be spraying anger and hatred, throwing themselves at the young man in front.

I began to think about whether I should help the young man in front of me to get out of the crisis. Why think about it? First, although the latter two people feel savage and violent, and the young man's panicked appearance is pitiful, this is not enough to show that the young man must be a good person, maybe he has done something bad, which angered the latter two; Second, I haven't forgotten that I was divined by the withered believers, and if I came out here at will, I might be noticed by the withered believers lurking in the shadows.

Of course, there's a question here, why do I think that as long as I don't show up, I won't be noticed? The answer is because the face I use now is the other face of disguise that I don't usually use. If I didn't know that I had been divined by withered believers, I wouldn't have taken on this appearance. According to the theories of the Turin doctors, even if the picture of the withered believer's divination had the face that I would have used, it would certainly not be the one I am now.

But, surprisingly, what helped me to make up my mind in my hesitation was not a calculation, but a small detail: I noticed that the young man, even when he was afraid to run away, tried to avoid the pregnant women and the old man on the road; In contrast, the latter two are unpleasant, and it seems that as long as they can vent their violence to the youth, no matter who gets in their way, they will be pushed down. When I saw it, before I could organize any special feelings, my legs had already been put out by one, and the two people behind me tripped to the ground.

They gritted their teeth and stood up and turned their furious eyes at me, I thought to myself. If there is anything that may be the most irritating to me in myself, it is undoubtedly not timidity, but hesitation.

Now it's good, it's clear what to do, and I'm in a very refreshed mood.

I walked up to the young man in front of me, who also stopped and looked at me in amazement. I was about to ask him why he was being chased by the two men behind him, when another mutation appeared.

This second mutation, compared to the first, is not a dimensional problem at all.

The first to notice the second mutation was, without a doubt, me.

Faintly, I heard the sound of a sharp blade coming out of its sheath.

The sound was not inside the car, but outside. Specifically, above the carriage. And I didn't actually hear it, I felt it. It was as if the sound, which originated outside the carriage, entered my skull in a very strange form through invisible gears and levers, and pulled up a ripple on the surface of the brain that I almost missed.

If I really miss this ripple, then, I think, I'm going to die. Because in the next moment, a silver light like a match, like the sharpest scissors cutting through a newspaper, suddenly broke through the shell of the train and entered the inside of the carriage. I hadn't even had time to see the true face of this silver light, but I knew very well that the target of the silver light was my head.

I narrowly avoided the horrific assault, and the silver light sliced into the floor of the carriage in an instant.

However, the consequences of this did not disappear: the train was cut off from the middle, the speed of the first half and the second half of the train was different, and the gaps in the four walls gradually widened into a chasm, allowing a direct view of the night sky above and the railroad tracks below. The storm carried rain and shot into the interior of the carriage rapidly, and the panicked noise of people came and went.

Then I could clearly see that at the top of the carriage opposite, farther and farther from here, stood a man with a silver blade, dressed in a black cloak that danced wildly in the wind, as if he were a reaper of death, and behind him was the deep night sky, with the thunder that awoke from time to time among the clouds.