Tick, tick.

The rain strikes the stones, covering the surface of the stones with a thin film of water.

Under the illumination of the light, the stone surface reflects a soft light, and the skin is blown delicate and smooth by the perennial soft wind, only the fresh traces like water waves appear very incongruous.

These traces were reflected in the eyes of the man in the wheelchair, as if they had frozen the moment, leaving an imprint in his eyes.

The next moment, a wave of blue viscous energy rushed through the world in his eyes.

After the impact, the water ripples left behind are consistent with the lines on the stones.

The rest of the people couldn't see it, only he could see it, as if he was constructing or evolving what had happened out of thin air.

"Psionic bomb, a psionic bomb I've never seen before." The man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke, his lips pale and his voice weak.

"Please continue." The woman said.

"Okay."

The man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and rested for a moment.

When he opened his eyes again, he shifted his gaze to the wreckage of the cars on either side of the road.

Under the grass, beside the rocks, and in the dirt, countless fragments appeared in his eyes, charred parts, melted glass, tattered shells, hundreds, thousands, not even the slightest screw.

Different parts and parts have different degrees of damage, the distance from the impact of the explosion is also different, and the final form is also strange.

In the eyes of the wheelchair man, the pieces of debris began to fly slowly, returning to the middle of the road, from broken to complete, even the melted parts were completed, slowly spliced and combined, until finally, it turned into two complete business vehicles.

Even the minced meat, rotten bones, and organs were slowly reorganized, and the spilled blood flew out of the dirt and returned, and little by little turned into a whole person appeared in the car.

This is the world in his eyes, like a miracle that no one else can know.

In the eyes of the rest, the valley was still the same valley, and the wreckage was still the wreckage, and nothing had moved.

The two cars in the wheelchair man's eyes began to reverse, retreating to the entrance to the valley according to the brake prints on the ground.

The fog was thick and the lights were dim, and the two cars began to move forward.

Someone in the car screamed, alerting to the danger.

"Uhhh

The wheelchair man's ears moved slightly, and he seemed to hear the sound of brakes.

Immediately after, violent explosions appeared on the left and right sides of the road at the same time, and the terrifying power directly blew the two cars in the center of the road into debris, hundreds of fragments flew everywhere, and several members of the car who had no guardian power also became flesh and blood.

The driver of the second car was not blown up, and his talent was passively activated, protecting him at the moment of the explosion.

But even with a talent like "Absolute Guardian", there is no guarantee that he will be intact this time.

"It's another kind of psionic bomb that I haven't seen before, it produces extremely strong high temperature and high pressure when it explodes, and the shock wave lasts for a long time and is powerful, with extraordinary killing power and destructive effects."

The wheelchair man muttered in a low voice, the world in his eyes still evolving.

He saw that the driver of the second car was not dead and was lying next to the wreckage of the car.

But soon, a cannonball fell from the sky and exploded violently, leaving traces of water waves on countless stones next to it, and the driver was hit and flew dozens of meters away.

Therefore, the final body of the driver is still some distance from the location where the explosion originally occurred.

"No, it's not one shell, it's three shells in front and back, and the ripples on the stones seem to overlap, but there are actually subtle differences."

The wheelchair man whispered, rubbed his temples, and the world in his eyes began to recede, back to the way it was at the beginning of the explosion, to explode again, to evolve again.

This time, the final effect of the picture is relatively close to the current appearance of the valley.

He shook his head slightly, still dissatisfied.

"No, the first explosion was not a one-time explosion, the other side detonated the ambushed bombs in batches......"

If Su Xia was here, he would definitely be surprised to hear these words.

The wheelchair man used his ability again and again, and the world in his eyes repeated the attack of that night, each time getting closer and closer, and in the end, it was no different from Su Xia's course of action.

This is his psionic talent, called [Fiction], an extremely rare talent, even rarer than [Mechanical Forbidden Words].

This kind of talent allows the owner to almost perfectly restore what has happened according to various details, and even deduce what may happen.

Since psionic energy appeared in this world, more than twenty years, there are only three people who have awakened this talent.

One of them, in a scuffle ten years ago, was forcibly killed by the Machine Master.

Another person died of a cerebral hemorrhage three years ago.

This wheelchair man is the only imaginary talent in the world.

In the past, when his status was not high, everyone jokingly called him "God Stick", because he could always deduce what someone had done that day based on a little detail, which was more accurate than the ancient fortune tellers.

Later, the word became a compliment, so much so that it became his exclusive codename.

When other members of the tavern wanted to use this codename, their applications were not approved.

"How's it going?" The woman next to her asked.

"It's not close." The man in the wheelchair replied.

"Stop, rest first, you're not in good health, rest for half an hour and then continue the deduction."

"Hmm."

The wheelchair man nodded, closed his eyes, remained motionless, and began to rest.

Many active psionic talents have a number of uses, such as Su Xia's [Will of the Wind], which can only be used three times a day, and it is not needed in normal times, and it is best used when escaping.

This [fictional] talent, although there is no limit to the number of times, cannot be overused.

Every time you use it, it will cause a great burden on the body, and some damage is even irreversible.

Therefore, the man has been in poor health, and even mobility problems are problems, so he can only sit in a wheelchair and let others push him.

If he dies, this talent will disappear from the world.

The [fictional] talent doesn't seem to be the rarest.

Rumor has it that the Automaton has imprisoned a human with the gift of Prophet, a terrifying talent that can predict the future, and the owner of the talent has been asleep and has never woken up...... Legend has it that once the man wakes up, he will make a prophecy related to the fate of the entire automaton race.

Of course, it's just a rumor, and it's still unknown whether the [Prophet] talent exists, and it may just be made up by someone with a heart.

In the valley area, the drizzle has been falling, and time flies quickly.

Half an hour later, the man in the wheelchair opened his eyes.

"Go to the front, I need to see more details."

"Okay."

The man behind immediately pushed the wheelchair, kept it balanced, and sent him to the middle of the valley.

Here, too, there are a large number of car wrecks and human blood and bones.

On the muddy ground, some dingo paw prints can also be seen.

In the world through the eyes of the man, there is a picture of a pack of wild dogs taking prey.

"A little further on."

In the ensuing period, the man in the wheelchair made several requests, observing the back of the valley from the front of the valley, and then to the cliffs on the left and right.

Finally, he came to Fan Lu's corpse and stayed silently.

Next to Fan Lu's corpse, there was also the corpse of his driver, the two corpses were already cold, and if it weren't for the tavern members' guards, they might have been targeted by the wild dogs who grabbed the food.

After a long time, when the first morning light appeared on the horizon, the wheelchair man finally spoke: "It's not Francis, the king of guns. ”

"Why?"

The woman next to her squatted down and took out a stack of photos from her arms.

Each photograph shows a corpse, without exception, with a bloody hole in the chest, killed by the legendary spear king Francis.

By comparison, the blood hole in the photo is almost exactly the same as the blood hole in Fan Lu's chest.

With the exception of Francis's gun, no other gun could create this effect.

"Fan Lu knows the murderer." The wheelchair man said slowly, "Before the battle, Fan Lu did not open the psionic shield, he underestimated the enemy, thinking that the murderer's strength was weaker than him, and it was much weaker. ”

"How do you know he's not shielded?" The woman asked.

"There's no ripple of energy around him from his shield shattering."

"What if the shield was taken back by him?"

"No one will voluntarily put away their shields in battle." The wheelchair man glanced at her lightly, "You are a civilian and rarely fight, I don't blame you for asking such a simple question, if there are tavern executives present in the future, try to talk as little as possible." ”

“……”

The woman was silent, put away the photos, and got up to stand next to her wheelchair.

Francis, the king of guns, is powerful and mysterious, and few people in the tavern know him, and Fan Lu probably doesn't know him either.

If it was really Francis, and Fan Lu knew him, then it was impossible for him to Fan Lu not open the shield.

This kind of behavior can only show that he knows the other party and does not treat the other party as a creature of the same level.

"This shot was fired from the back to the chest, from the opposite cliff." The wheelchair man continued, "There were no traces of the gun on the opposite side, but there was no trace of the sniper lying on his stomach, and the wild grass in that area was not obviously lodging. ”

As he narrates, his eyes evolve with images of blood being shot in a furnace.

At the back of the frame, there is a sniper rifle with a special shape, but the back of the sniper rifle is empty, and there are no snipers or observers.

"You mean, that sniper rifle is uncontrolled?" The woman frowned, "Some special talent?" ”

"No, as long as you can manipulate metal."

"Masked Monster?"

"You all guessed that it was him, but you just don't want to admit it, so I have to come and judge."

The wheelchair man said lightly: "Fan Lu was not prepared, he thought that the masked monster was still a fourth-level creature, hiding in his hallucination, and he didn't even open the shield." ”

"Can the masked monster see through the illusions of the furnace?" The woman was puzzled, "That's Fan Lu's talent, and even creatures of the same level can't crack it, right?" Mercer could see through it, only because he was so strong, he might be on the verge of becoming a level 6 creature. ”

"You don't need to see through, just have metal on the furnace."

"This ......"

"He was attacked, and his team members were so killed and injured that he was so angry that he forgot to remove the metal from his body, and was sensed by the masked monster."

"So, the masked monster's gun ......"

"Yes, the same gun as Francis, the king of guns." The wheelchair man nodded, "It doesn't belong to this world, it doesn't belong to this planet, it's a creation of the starry sky." ”

"Did he kill Francis and take the gun?"

"Maybe it's not the same one."

After speaking, the wheelchair man suddenly took a deep breath, his sickly thin cheeks turned even paler, closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Everyone realized that he needed to rest.

He had already exhausted his strength by saying so many words just now.

After another half an hour, the man in the wheelchair opened his eyes with difficulty, regained some ability, and was able to continue speaking again.

His withered arm rested on the arm of his wheelchair, and he held out a withered finger and pointed to an area halfway up the hill, saying, "Before the battle began, the masked monster hid there. ”

"Are you sure?" The woman looked over.

The area was unremarkable, not unlike the rest of the surrounding area, except for grass and gravel.

The wheelchair man said, "The grass has obvious creases, and there are two places where some of the rhizomes of the weeds have detached from the soil, and if you look closely, you should be able to find traces of the masked monster's fingernails on one of the blades of grass." ”

"So...... Where did he hide when the explosion happened, immobilizing himself with the help of the power of these weeds? ”

"Hmm."

In the eyes of the wheelchair man, there was a picture of the valley exploding, the earth shaking, and the chaotic times.

In the corner of the picture, Su Xia clutched two wild grasses with both hands, lay on the ground, and held on until the explosion ended.

Of course, the face in the picture is wearing a cold iron mask, and it is impossible to tell who the real person is.

"So the masked monsters have been following Fan Lu all the time, watching their team's actions?" The woman couldn't help but think, "After Fan Lu arrived in Coral City, his death was already doomed. ”

"No, he would still be alive then." The man in the wheelchair shook his head.

"Why? Won't the masked monster kill him? ”

"Have the masked monsters ever killed a good person?"

"This ......"

"Learn to know your opponents." The man in the wheelchair said unhurriedly, "Mask Monster has killed everyone he has killed since he became famous, and even though he is an opponent, I still admire him, he could have come to the headquarters to serve and become the core of the next generation." ”

"But he broke the rules after all." The woman said.

"The rules are set by people, and they can be changed by people."

"God, you can't say this in front of those people in the headquarters."

"It's okay, I'm justified."

The wheelchair man smiled faintly: "Fan Lu also broke the rules, and he made a dead hand in the Coral City branch." ”

The woman was stunned: "What? ”

The man in the wheelchair said, "In the underground of the Coral City branch, he violated the law and did it to a tavern member, that person's name is Sanyu, and he is a friend of the masked monsters. ”

"Is the man dead?"

"It's not dead, it's just because someone treats it." The man in the wheelchair whispered, "Fan Lu has a dead hand, if no one treats him, that Sanyu will definitely die." ”

"Why didn't I know about this?" The woman asked.

"Of course you don't."

"How do you know?"

"Yi Yi is not the kind of person who is passively beaten, he has other channels to report the news to the headquarters." The wheelchair man looked at Fan Lu's corpse and said.

"That's it? Let Fan Lu die in vain? ”

"No, the masked monsters still have to be tracked, and they have to give an explanation to headquarters."

The man in the wheelchair waved his hand slightly, his face turned pale, and it seemed that it would take a lot of effort to move.

The rest of the people behind him immediately understood, stepped forward one after another, and began to collect the bodies of Fan Lu and his team members.

If there is no family member of the contracted member who dies in the tavern, all funeral matters will be handled by the tavern, and the famous one will be able to do it, and the less famous one will be buried in a cemetery.

The woman asked, "Where do you go next?" ”

The wheelchair man replied, "Go to Seahorse City." ”

"Didn't you say that the masked monster in Seahorse City was fake?"

"Yes, it's true now."

(End of chapter)