Puff –

He didn't expect the deputy to sneak up on his own Wood, and he threw himself forward, rolling on the ground in embarrassment to avoid his follow-up attacks.

can barely tremble and stand up again, already thanks to the inhuman physical fitness of the senior formal knight. Under this kind of critical injury, it is really difficult to say how much of his actual combat power is left.

Trample.. Trample.. Trample..

Struggling to cover his injured lower back, Wood watched his colleague walk towards his colleague with a blood-dripping sword in hand, and asked in disbelief, "Bastard, what are you doing, Just?!"

"No, no, you're not Just, when?!" Wood quickly reacted, this catwalk... Uh, middle-aged man, by no means it could be just himself.

The rugged-looking middle-aged man covered his mouth and smiled coquettishly, making people's stomachs churn with a chill.

Meanwhile.

A total of four transcendents and ten apprentices were on the mission with Wood, and several of them also followed at the same time when "Just" was in action.

He is not the only one who "opposes water"?!

Puff –

Yes!

Boom!Boom...

Caught off guard, someone fell to the ground with a sword in an instant, and someone reacted quickly and drew a sword to counterattack.

But in any case, under the sudden change, the main force hunting the "killers" has completely taken care of itself, let alone continue to carry out the mission.

may be because I feel that I have won the battle, and the "charming man" who is difficult to describe in words ripples like water waves, slowly turning into another appearance.

A graceful and tall lady in an ice blue dress, wearing a bluebell-shaped hair ornament on her head, a slender jade hand carrying a long sword, her eyes rolling and smiling.

"That's... Poisonous bluebells?how could it be her?!" In the corner, Evan was a little stunned by his misjudgment, judging from the performance of the guests, it was clear that he should be a "white-faced dancer".

However, he reacted in the next moment.

"Oh no, they're two people!"

Eight years ago, there was no record of "murderers" dispatching at the same time, so how can we guarantee that this time it will not be the same?!

Poisonous Bluebells is proficient in illusion and mind control, but there is a limit to her range. Even if her ability improved again, it would be impossible for her to have the spare strength to control the guests when she controlled almost half of the city guards to varying degrees.

It can only show that the "white-faced dancer" is still hiding in the shadows and has not appeared!

"Aven, do you have a solution?"

The current situation has verified Aven's guess, and Anthony can only hope for Evan again. The "poisonous bluebell" dragged the city guards and couldn't get out for the time being, and now the top priority is to find the "white-faced dancer", although the exposed lion is terrifying, but the poisonous snake hiding in the shadows is the deadliest.

Especially when the specific ability of the "white-faced dancer" has not yet been figured out, if one is not careful, a hunt will soon turn into a counter-hunt, and these people will not escape the fate of becoming prey.

"I'll try. ”

Evan also knew that the situation was urgent. Close your eyes, and the real-time monitoring screen compiled by the "base station" owl bass flows quickly in your heart, and the "digital vision" assists in identification, modeling everyone in the hotel.

"See?"

I recalled the information that Anthony had said about the "dancer in white face". Naturally, the places that can be seen by all cannot be in the corners and hidden rooms, which can be eliminated first.

The most eye-catching part of the hotel is the much-anticipated dance floor, where the "killer" is likely to be hidden in the crowd on the dance floor, so that he can use his abilities and make others cast a mouse.

Thinking of this, Evan immediately whispered a few words to Anthony, and Anthony did not hesitate to quietly leave to find the archon in charge.

Soon a loud shout was heard from the Archon: "Turn your heads, everyone, and don't look at anyone dancing on the dance floor!"

The sound shook the ballroom and woke up the bewildered onlookers, most of whom had followed the instructions of the most authoritative person on the scene, and had taken shelter on the side of the ballroom under the guidance of the waiters who had remained normal, including Aunt Devri and her friends.

Why don't you let them leave directly, it's also because they haven't really caught the body of the "killer" yet, and the small probability of it hiding outside can't be completely ruled out...

While breathing a sigh of relief, Aven also had a guess about the abilities that the "White-Faced Dancer" possessed.

It should be some kind of "meme"!

The concept of meme: the basic unit of a "culture" that is transmitted through non-genetic means, in particular "imitation".

It's just that this "murderer" is not transmitting culture and information, but a butcher's knife that kills people!

The way the "white-faced dancer" kills is supposed to be a meme, a completely unreasonable supernatural power that follows a more stringent set of rules than other "murderers", but also becomes more incomprehensible.

Combined with the intelligence and what he saw and heard, Ai Wen preliminarily determined:

The longer the guests have watched her dance with some kind of empathy (the exact category is not determined), the more severe the mental judgment will become, and if they can't pass it, they will involuntarily dance with her.

At this time, the desire to dance will prevail over everything, ignoring other emotions and even physiological states, and even being removed from the joints or even being knocked unconscious will not stop this behavior.

Until the evil spirit's thoughts change or he is exhausted until... Until death.

For outsiders, the only way to get rid of it is to kill the source of the "meme" - the "murderer".

In the picture of Aven's inner reconnaissance network.

Moving forward from the discovery of an unusually high number of people dancing continuously, all men were temporarily excluded. And all the characteristics that may attract the attention of others, such as beautiful appearance, beautiful dancing, maverick style, etc., are specially marked with their owners.

Then zoom in to the entire banquet hall to determine whose onlookers' eyes are primarily focused on, and exclude them one by one.

As the minutes passed, Ai Wen couldn't help but get nervous, and his forehead began to sweat slightly.

The city guards couldn't hold on for long.

This is especially true of the crowd on the dance floor, where everyone is in a state of excitement with a dislocation, sprains, and endless exhaustion that can't stop them from dancing.

Even the "old gentleman" with poor physique has fallen to the ground, panting like an ox while still writhing his body.

"This one isn't... This one isn't either... No... There are three more that I can't tell, which one is it? Damn!"

Anthony had returned to the Archon after delivering the news, standing beside Evan with Dilis. The three of them mixed in the middle of the crowd of temporary evacuation, but it didn't seem so abrupt.

It was only by this time that Krell hurried in from outside the banquet hall.

Evan had to admire this guy's thick nerves, even if he was distracted, he noticed in an instant that there was a lip mark left on his neck.

It's good to be here, and Evan doesn't want to waste time on such inconsequential trifles.

"However, the only way to find a 'killer' is to need a few warriors with thick nerves!"

So, Ai Wen asked a few people around him with some "bad intentions": "Have you brought holy water?"

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