Charlie played with the short knife glowing red in his hand, "Actually, you can know by simply thinking about it, according to what you said, the killer list of the killer organization, when you were in that session, was still normal, then every person in the top nine on the killer list can get a weapon or prop that surpasses the current technology." For example, Livia's knife, and the nanosuit that your apprentice transforms into, and the magical tinsel, and your things. You didn't tell me, but you can vaguely guess. ”

"You don't have any habit of using weapons, or you can use any weapon smoothly. In addition, the mecha you are researching, in fact, you are the only one who can use it perfectly. And the mecha that George hopes to build is suitable for the use of strategic weapons by the general public. If you think about it logically, you will know that what you get from the killer organization is something that strengthens your body, right? ”

God squinted slightly, and then looked at Charlie, but he didn't expect God to see a different Charlie today, because he, like the clone Livia, had the wrong look at this person.

Charlie is not only tight-minded, but also decisive. The judgment is so amazing! The speculations he said about himself were all very correct. There is no deviation at all.

"So it can be guessed now that Livia now has nothing but her own weapon, a machine that is supposed to be a clone, and something that rejuvenates herself. There weren't any weapons or anything. In other words, Livia didn't really find out the secrets of the killer organization. It's like smiling, getting something from other people. Nothing beyond that. ”

This is when God also discovered this problem. If Livia really knew the secrets of the killer organization, then there would be a lot of weapons and even some life-saving props on his body, and he would not have fallen into the current miserable situation.

And the weapons are only the two knives in the hand, and now in Charlie's hand, there is also a knife. And it was taken from the severed limb of the Livia body, so it should be the purest knife.

"Since she doesn't know anything, it's useless to keep her, just a knife. Just give us a look at it. Charlie took the knife in his hand and waved it, feeling how the knife made him feel.

"Maybe if you unlock the secret of this knife, you might be able to have an unexpected surprise."

God looked at Charlie in bewilderment, because Charlie was now fascinated by the knife! All the attention seems to have been on this knife!

God didn't pay much attention to the knife. Instead, he cares about Livia's affairs, although the clone is considered to have been solved by himself. But women are vindictive. Although it is said that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, but for an old woman who is more than one hundred and fifty years old, she really does not have the patience to consume her to death.

For Livia, who is bound to retribution, perhaps conquering the world is not what she wants. Spending her old age in peace is even more inconsistent with her character, but it is still very simple to make yourself happy with something that does not go well.

So now it's a big blockade for Livia, and that's not so easy to solve.

When George was assassinated, there were no clues to find it, and it was a relatively terrifying existence.

But in comparison, Livia is an even more terrifying existence. After all, the reputation was very bad in the past. Now after a hundred years of precipitation, it is even more difficult to say.

But they are both a killer profession, and each other's personalities are very clear. If only the target didn't die for a day. Then act like a poisonous snake at any time, staring at the target until you find the deadliest weakness, and then kill with one blow.

Now that Liang Zi is really big, he should kill Livia directly.

But Charlie asked his subordinates to clean up the room, and then let the knife go directly to God, and then he left the room with a smile on his face. The reddish knife he got from Charlie.

Then I did my own research and found out what Charlie meant.

If this knife is studied and his principle is studied, then if it is used on his own real mecha, then what a terrifying change will it be?

GOD is skilled in handling short knives. As God guessed, God is a weapon that can be used skillfully, and of course the Japanese short knife is no problem.

After God smoothly finished playing a set of knife techniques, the nearest mecha beside him was directly broken down into pieces of iron!

But the god himself didn't seem to have to do it with much effort. And it seems very calm about this scene. God takes this for granted.

It's just that I didn't expect Livia's knife to be so sharp.

But the strange thing is that just now at the time of the battle. There have been several times when Livia could have killed herself outright, but why not do it?

The sharpness of this knife was far beyond his imagination, and it didn't take much effort to cut this mecha by himself, let alone his master, Livia, who had been using it for so long. It's not hard to kill yourself and your mech. But why did Livia fight so entangled? And also lost one of your arms?

At this time, an idea flashed through God's mind! Is it possible?

God immediately ran to Livia's severed limb and slashed the sleeve of his shirt with his knife. What I saw confirmed my thoughts, because the current arm felt like an old arm, and it felt thin and weak.

It turns out that Livia relied on the limbs and organs of his own clones, and there is also a wonderful effect of this knife to create this young Livia!

It seems that this knife still has its mysteries! Something worth looking into.

Ignoring the pile of broken iron at his feet, God walked away with his knife.

And at this time, some people came in and began to deal with the current room.

Two days later, it was the New Year of country Z, the time to say goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year.

The whole country is a place where the whole country celebrates, but the only thing that is lonely is Xuan'er's side, as always, life has not changed, every day is lying in bed, then eating, occasionally looking at the computer, listening to songs.

Now the two songs on the Internet are in the top three on the hit list, and no matter what poor Wang Xingren does, there is still a big gap from the headlines.

But unlike the fanatical comments on the Internet, Xuan'er, who is the center of the spiral of contradictions, seems very calm.

The turmoil caused by the previous two songs not only did not subside, but lasted for a long time. This is an incredible thing for the current transmission speed of the network.

Because many things spread through the Internet, the speed of information itself is very fast, and the speed of forgetting is directly proportional to the speed of transmission.

That is, the faster it spreads, the faster it is forgotten. Because the old will always be replaced by something new.

So if a work, or a song, can be ranked first for ten consecutive years, then it can be called a myth.

But the turmoil of these two songs did not subside quickly, which is a relatively rare thing, after all, before that, there was a new headline almost every day. And now it's been almost a month, almost all of the daily headlines, and the other high hits are also about exploring the identity of the singer, and then analyzing the music from some technological means, and then analyzing the music from the emotional point of view. And so on for some of the mess.

But it's all about these two songs.

"What peace!" Xuan'er looked at the tablet and said weakly, then directly turned off the screen, threw the tablet directly aside, and then sat up directly, although the whole room was heated, but it felt cold.

Now there is only Xuan'er alone in the house, and Sister Zhou doesn't know where she went. So when there was no one, Xuan'er walked directly into the living room in her pajamas and barefoot, then picked up the walkman on the table, stuffed the headphones directly into her ears, and then took out a voice recorder.

Xuan'er cleared her throat and tried her voice. It feels like now is the best time for my voice.

So I turned on the recorder and tried to sing a paragraph.

The tape in the recorder rotated slowly, recording a cappella, the sound is very beautiful, ethereal, and transparent.

After singing a song, Xuan'er slowly opened her eyes, and Xuan'er, who was supposed to be immersed in that kind of picture, looked a little irritable.

Then Xuan'er took off the headphones, rewound the recorder back to where it started, and began to play back what the recorder had recorded.

The sound was as I thought, clean and ethereal, like uncontaminated white gauze.

But the voice sounded like just a white gauze. Flat, without a soul, can't move people at all.

So it's a failed voice. No matter how good the lyrics and composition are, without a soul that can understand and invest, a good song will not be produced.

Xuan'er listened to the sound recorded in the recorder, and then reverted back to the beginning with a disappointed face, and directly erased the recorded voice.

Then calmly stuffed the Walkman's headphones into his ears again, then put the recorder back in its place, and then directly started to do some stretching exercises.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work! Although the sound can reach the level of perfection, and the emotion can be simulated into the situation, I always feel that it is a little bit worse, and that little bit is the most critical part of this song. Xuan'er shook her head helplessly.

But her body is very terrifying, posing in a difficult yoga pose. Xuan'er's two hands supported her body, and one leg went directly around her neck, while the other leg skimmed in the other direction.

This action not only tests one's flexibility, balance, but also a sense of strength, after all, it takes two arms to support the weight of the whole person.

And not only that, after maintaining this movement for five minutes, Xuan'er's feet did not touch the ground, and it was directly replaced with another difficult yoga movement supported by both arms.

In this way, one action in five minutes, six movements in a row, and half an hour, Xuan'er didn't have any uneven breath, no fatigue, and the most critical problem was that in this half an hour, Xuan'er's feet didn't touch the ground once. (To be continued.) )