Time control is an extremely convenient and powerful ability.

You can use it for rest and cooking, or you can stand still when someone else is going upstairs and move him back to his place and put him in a situation where he will never be able to climb the stairs.

Of course, it is also possible to be in the blind spot of the other party's vision forever, as it is now.

"I'm sure you've heard the name of this game, the name of this game is called I Ask You Answer, the rules of the game are very simple, when I ask a question, you need to give me a satisfactory answer within 15 seconds."

The voice in my ears rang again.

"Don't play tricks!"

Although he was at the end of his rope, the fat man's attitude was still tough, "You were sent by someone from Chloe Films, right?" It's useless, even if you hack our site, or kill me, you won't be able to change what is going to happen tomorrow night! ”

Among the criminals that Song Lan has encountered, the fat man in front of him can definitely be regarded as a tough guy.

He had already made the consciousness of dying generously.

"But there are many things in this world that are far more terrible than death."

Hearing this, the fat man's pupils shrank, and his hand reached for his backpack without thinking.

There was a loaded gun inside, and when cornered, the bullets in it greatly reduced his suffering, and he knew that there were many rescuers who took pleasure in torturing others, and that those who had committed many horrific crimes during the operation of the "outside" had been covered up by the coalition government.

When they return, they will still enjoy the reputation of heroes.

Never fall into the hands of the rescuers and Chloe Films - that's what they agreed on.

And the moment he had imagined countless times had come, when the fat man held the gun hidden in his bag, and this time he did not try to target the uninvited guest who broke into his apartment, but bit the barrel of the gun with lightning speed.

"Bang ——!"

He didn't hesitate to pull the trigger, he knew that once he made the other party react, he would be deprived of even the right to die.

The fat man remembered being told that death was not terrifying.

Even the pain won't last long, as his consciousness will soon fall into chaos and eventually turn into nothingness.

And now, he didn't even feel pain, only smelled the smell of gunpowder that choked his nose.

"Nice try."

The palpitating voice echoed in the fat man's ears, as if it had been chased from the real world to hell, and the fat man looked down in disbelief at the gun he was holding.

He did pull the trigger, and the shot left a visible bullet hole in the wall behind him.

The bullet passed through his head, but it did not leave any substantial wounds.

"Question one, why do you want to do something to the rescuers?"

The fat man heard the first question.

But before he could speak, he felt his right hand sink, and a huge force pressed half of his body to the ground, and the painful and itchy sensation began to spread from his fingertips to his whole body.

When the fat man looked at his left hand, which seemed to be glued to the floor, he saw a scene that he would never forget—the growing flesh covered his palm, merging his whole hand with the floor, and a bloodshot eyeball grew on the back of his hand, which was staring at him at the moment.

He let out a strange cry, "What is this!?" ”

The fat man tried to pull his hand off the floor and get rid of the creepy substance, but any struggle was in vain.

He even felt that what he was seeing was not reality, but a scene that only appeared in horror movies.

"You have ten seconds left, and then your arms will merge with the floor of the apartment forever."

"Knowingly ask!"

The fear of the unknown made the fat man raise his voice, and he almost shouted, "Look at this city, here's why!" ”

"You say this city? What's wrong with the city? ”

The pain and itchiness decreased a little, and the fat man saw the opportunity to jerk hard, and actually pulled his hand out of the corrupted floor, and he rolled backwards for a long distance, until his back was against the computer case, and he had to stop.

Before that, some of them referred to the rescuers as demons in human skin, but it was only today that the fat man realized the difference between the two.

Just now, he felt as if he was coming from another species.

It's like a psionic and a deformed monster that mad scientists have concocted in a biological lab.

Apparently, the aberrant monster hadn't left, it was still corrupting the floor of the apartment, stretching towards itself at a speed visible to the naked eye.

With limited time left, the fat man realized that he had to give an answer to another question before the growing flesh sprouts surrounded him.

"Because this is a city built on lies, someone has to wake people up from these false dreams!"

"So, what you're doing is killing a few unrelated actors, and then a few more murders?"

"These are the only paths to the ultimate path."

The fat man has a firm attitude.

Of course, this was also expected by Song Lan.

In order to realize their "great cause", the people in front of them dare to sacrifice their lives at any time.

Just as he was about to continue the quiz game, a roar from outside the window interrupted the conversation.

The armored hovercar hovered in front of the window of the fat man's apartment, and the glare of searchlights shone into the room.

Immediately afterward, the people on the armored hovercar showed their intention with intensive fire, and they seemed to not care whether the fire would affect the others, and in the blink of an eye, all the furniture in the fat man's apartment was smashed into a sieve.

After the strafing stopped, a line of tear gas canisters was dropped.

The Gundam figure, covered in black-gold exoskeleton armor, leaped from the hovercar, and the propulsion brought him to a smooth stop in the messy apartment.

"Troy, I know you're in there."

A voice came from under the mask that was extremely familiar to Song Lan.

"Black Sand" is a series he watched when he was still in the logistics department, and the hero in the film is breaking into this room in the way he appeared in the film at this moment.

He called out the fat man's name, "Come out, it's useless to hide." ”

However, there was silence in response.

The cutting-edge biometric system swooped down, and the results showed that the room was empty.

But more than ten seconds ago, he clearly identified two biological information, and one of them was Troy, the target of his operation.

For a moment, it was hard for him to imagine how a fat man who had been lacking exercise for a long time could escape under his nose in such a short period of time.

The Little Theatre Its One Hundred and Eighty-Three:

Friday, evening, year, month, and day.

Recently, under the influence of Song Lan, children led by night herons are keen to watch videos of small animal development.

However, each of them has a different mood when watching the video.

For example, the night heron child, she was purely curious about what the food looked like before it was put on the plate, for which Song Lan criticized her more than once and formulated a new rule.

It is forbidden to discuss food-related topics while watching videos of small animals.

On this day, Lu Xiang finally asked curiously, "What, you are also planning to buy a small animal to raise recently?" ”

2167's pets are not cheap, and they are dangerous.

News often appears on TV that small animals have mutated and bitten their owners to death.

"Nope."

Song Lan waved her hand, "I can't raise it for a few days if I buy it." ”

The child does not go to school either, so he stays at home every day.

If you buy a small animal, I'm afraid it will disappear in a few days for some mysterious reasons.

"Then why do you keep looking at these?"

"Relax, how cute they were when they were kids?"

Lu Xiang thought thoughtfully, "I didn't expect you to like cute things too." ”

"Everybody loves cute things."

"So."

Lu Xiang's expression became serious, "Cat or fox, which do you prefer?" ”

(End of chapter)