Chapter 1678 Dual Personality

This truck is completely enclosed, and it is impossible to see the outside at all. There was a faint lamp inside, and a row of long wooden benches was all there was inside.

I sat down in my chair and soon felt the shaking of the car, apparently the car had started and was moving.

The car started slowly, then slowly began to bumpy, and it should not have taken any smooth road, but entered the rough mountain road.

I don't know how far away the mining destination is this time.

I closed my eyes, communicated with the magic armor in my ears, and asked it to mobilize all the mechanical spiders, left the detention center, and in the dark night, caught up with the car brigade, and attached to the chassis of each car, or to the carriage.

Nothing else had happened since the last time the assassins failed to attack me, and it was clear that there were no more clues to trace in the detention center, and there was no need for the magic armor to stay there and waste resources.

Under the watchful eye of the magic armor, the distance and direction of the convoy have been recorded, and I believe that even if I forcibly open this iron fence and rush out of the car now, I will be able to find a way out.

And the fat man next to me only cared about eating steamed buns by himself, as if the black-faced steamed buns in his hand were all he had, and he had no interest in everything else, and he didn't bother to take a look.

This guy is really a starving ghost reincarnated.

To be honest, I'm still very interested in the fat man in front of me - what kind of person can have such a big soul fluctuation?

Is this guy a strong man?

I looked at the fat man and saw that he was still concentrating on dealing with the steamed buns, so I tried to reach out and use the power of the netherworld to pat him.

As soon as I did, the netherworld power on the tips of my fingers suddenly surged out and rolled towards the fat man's soul.

I didn't intend to hurt him, but I just used the power of the Netherworld to see what kind of strangeness existed in his soul.

After being slapped by me, the fat man suddenly threw away the steamed bun in his hand, screamed, hid by the wall, shivered, and didn't dare to move.

Hey?

This guy's soul is really strong enough.

You know, under normal circumstances, if ordinary people are slapped by me with the power of the netherworld, under the influence of this power, it will be like a mouse falling into the hands of a cat, and they will not dare to move at all.

But the fat man in front of him can dodge, just like a sheep encountering a wolf, and he still knows how to escape.

"Who are you?" I asked, retracting my hand, looking into the fat man's eyes.

"I ...... I am...... I am...... Plane. The fat man trembled and slurred his words.

Plane?

What's that?

However, looking at the fat man's expression, I already have some bottom in my heart: the guy in front of me, it seems, is either imbecile or mentally retarded.

Judging from his every move and various performances, this fat man's thinking is not very mature.

"Okay, then I'll call you the plane. I continued to ask him, "How old are you, and why are you being held in a detention center?"

"Airplane...... Plane...... Seven years old. The fat man cowered and hid, saying.

As soon as he shrunk, I noticed that he was still wearing a pair of iron shackles under his feet, which looked extremely heavy.

Hey?

Still handcuffed?

The plane continued to explain: "I ...... I steal it...... I ate something and was ...... Get nailed. ”

Stealing something?

I think this guy's words are too absurd: even if you steal bear's paw bird's nest, you won't be locked up in the detention center.

Obviously, this guy's IQ is really impressive.

I had to sigh helplessly, not wanting to talk nonsense with him: "Got it, you eat yours." ”

"Yes. The fat man nodded, picked up the black steamed bun from the ground again, and didn't care whether it was dirty or not, and continued to eat.

I closed my eyes, perceiving the message that the armor had sent to me, the changes around me, and so on.

By this time, we had left the city and entered a rugged mountain road.

Rows of cars, connected front and back, form a car queue in the dark night, which is extremely spectacular.

The road is difficult to walk, and the bumps of the car can be clearly felt.

In this way, after walking for about four hours, the cars in front and behind stopped one after another, and under the supervision of the special police with guns, one by one, the prisoners came out one after another to go to the toilet.

Under the muzzle of black holes, no one dared to have any other ideas.

The door of our car was also opened.

I obviously noticed that the security force of this car far exceeded that of other vehicles, and several SWAT officers had pointed their guns inside.

"Two, if you need to get rid of your hands, come out by yourself. That old Zhang appeared at the door at this time and said.

I glanced at the plane, only to see him stand up, staggering his steps, and slowly walk out.

Hey?

This guy has a steady foot, no matter how you look at it, he doesn't look like he is "mentally retarded", and his eyes are clear and his eyes are like electricity.

I could feel the strong soul aura in him.

It seems that the person I was in contact with just now is obviously the same as the two of them.

Dual personality?

I immediately understood, why I looked at his soul before, sometimes strong and sometimes weak, it turned out that in his body, there would be two souls!

These two souls, one strong and one weak, when they are weak, they are like a child of a few years old, but when they are strong, they are like a master.

"Plane?" I tried to call out to him.

The fat man ignored me and walked on his own.

Two souls, apparently not communicative, he doesn't know me.

Interesting.

Is this guy suffering from schizophrenia?

I followed him and went down, only to see that the fat man was obviously a "repeat offender", and under the protection of layers of guards, he went to relieve himself before climbing back into the car.

For me, it's not so strict, it's just that Lao Zhang follows me.

Of course, at this time, if I want to escape, I can completely use the power of the Netherworld to injure Lao Zhang, and then use the magic armor to combine it into armor, put it on my body, and rush straight into the mountains and forests.

No matter how awesome these special police officers are, they will not be able to catch up with me under the influence of magic armor.

But in that case, maybe my idea of investigating the main messenger behind the scenes will be in vain.

It seems that you have to endure it a bit.

......

When I got back to the car, Lao Zhang closed the car door and looked at me pointedly, but didn't say anything.

But there was a look in that look that seemed to be a reminder.

What does he want to tell me?

As soon as I sat down, I heard the "plane" in front of me, opened my mouth, and asked me in a deep voice: "What are you?"

There was also a faint coercion in his voice, which made people a little involuntarily, and his breathing intensified.

Oh?

It seems that the fat man has regained his senses.

I looked at him, curious about his identity: "You, what is your identity?"

(End of chapter)