Crunch – crunch –

The clockwork turned, the magic glow flickered, and pale blue magic patterns emerged from Houston's palm. In his hand was a badge with the style of "Dream Division" printed on it, old and rusty. The badge has a clockwork on the back that can be used to fill its entire pattern and make it sparkle as long as it is infused with magical power.

This is the tradition of the Dream Division in the past, and this is the belief of the Dream Division. It's a pity that the current Dream Division is not as rich as it used to be, and this dying old beast has long been unable to produce such a sophisticated instrument.

"Whew......" Houston blew a light breath to wipe the dust off the surface, and with his left hand, the badge suddenly became as new as when it left the factory.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, focused in a trance, as if he was thinking about something. The look in his eyes returned to solidity, Houston's pupils reflected the pale blue of the seal, and his lips couldn't help but purse him.

Immediately, he left his seat and slapped the badge in his hand on the table, the magic in his hand was stirring, and in an instant, this badge perfectly matched the wooden yellow color of the desk, and he could no longer see the difference.

Opening the wooden door and humming a ditty, Houston's steps were light, his eyes moving around the hallway, the corners of his mouth curled. Stepping up the steps paved with red blankets and through the winding staircase, a hall on the second floor comes into view.

He knew that Sheldon was in the break room, because Houston had asked him to come, and Sheldon himself simply agreed. Perhaps, he just thinks Houston is a "good" lunatic.

"Huh......" he lowered his throat and let out a chuckle.

There was only one person in the room, the chandelier was not on, there was only a candle on the table, half-burned and half-extinguished, and the wax oil slipped down with a gentle beep, like a half-aged woman weeping. The dim candlelight flickered, and it became even weaker under the breeze brought by Houston as he walked in.

"Hello, One." Houston's face was as usual, looking ahead, not even looking at him, "What's the matter?" ”

"Hehe...... Houston scoffed, "we both have a lot in common as general matter consultants." ”

"I know you were my last advisor." Sheldon folded his hands, took a deep breath, took it in his throat, and finally slowly exhaled it.

"Hehe......"

"I've only been doing it for two years." Sheldon added, "Then I'll go, but it's a pity that I'll run into such a mess." ”

The other party's breath froze.

Now, Sheldon's eyes found Houston. If it were an ordinary person, then he would have been seen to stand on end. Unfortunately, Houston, who was blind to all this, would never eat this set, he just continued to smile and look at him.

"I'm going to collect everyone's magic." Houston broke the ice and opened the first and final topic.

"Why?"

"You know that, don't you?"

"No, because no one is going to kill people in this way." Without thinking, Sheldon replied that he had to get Houston to give an answer that he thought was reasonable.

"Absolutely. Take me, for example. Houston grinned insolently, "I'm pretty good at doing these things." ”

"You're looking for death." Sheldon's voice was cold, "Although you yourself are looking for death. ”

"Indeed." Houston said solemnly, "I'm looking for death myself, but after I'm dead, you shouldn't be much better." ”

"No, it won't." Sheldon swallowed, turned to Houston and said, "This dream world is small. ”

"Of course this dream world is small! But well...... It's easy to do something tricky. The two of us can do it, can't we? Houston tilted his head and said in a casual tone, "But, you have a son of your own, and my wife and children are dead." ”

"It's not something you can be proud of." A clump of nausea struck Sheldon's heart.

"Of course not. I can do it with impunity. I, already, nothing, none, concerned, concerned. His tone was so piercing that Sheldon couldn't help but waver.

The pale blue ball of light rose from Houston's palm, spun around, and finally shook two eyes in front of Sheldon, and then returned to his body, merging into one.

"This is my magic, and you can check it later." Houston's smile was harmless and warm.

"I'll smoke a wisp." Sheldon stretched out his right index finger and finally agreed to his proposal, "I'll analyze it myself." ”

"It doesn't matter." Houston nodded, "So, next, where is your sincerity?" ”

"I'm not going to be vexatious." Sheldon said with a non-smirk.

Immediately, he also stretched out his hand, and drew a small circle in the air with his fingertips, and the dim but clear trickle of magic was like an ant circling in a circle, although it was small, but it was also determined to crawl there.

"Good." Houston nodded with satisfaction, his face relieved, and smiled, "Well, I wish you all a happy life." After all, there are more than enough empty rooms. ”

The length of the hallway is gradually shortening as the number of guest rooms decreases, and what used to be a two-minute brisk walk from beginning to end now takes only a minute and a half. The number of rooms is now a quarter less.

"Number one." Sheldon finally called back to the unguessable man in front of him, "What the hell do you want to do?" ”

I saw Houston casually flicking the magic he had taken from Sheldon with his fingertips, leaning against the lintel, and casually raising his eyebrows: "My goal has always been clear, just like you think." I don't have any concerns, do I? ”

In an instant, Sheldon's Adam's apple agitated in a panic, and his pupils lost focus. Soon, though, he adjusted his condition and put on a poker face.

"Huh...... It's all done in private, and no one knows unless you say it. Houston simply turned around and walked away, leaving Sheldon at a loss.

Houston prepares his own plans. Now, the most critical part is over. He ran downstairs, his breathing getting shorter and more excited. The trickle of mana in Houston's hand seemed to grow thicker, swirling happily around his index finger and shuddering, flicking out a ray of light made of mana, which finally dissipated reluctantly in the air.

He pushed open the door he had walked out of, the smile on his face growing more and more hideous, and the dark green light was already uncontrollably erupting from his pupils.

Houston made a throwing gesture with his left hand, and a small ring of Sheldon's magic obediently pressed against his palm.

[In my name!] 】

He slammed his left hand out, and his right hand stepped forward at the same time, and a light gray light curtain unfolded in the palm of his hand, steadily catching the magic aura thrown out. Like a stone on the cloth, this light curtain was actually folded left and right under the control of Houston, wrapping and binding this ring in all directions!

[Analysis, Dissociation, Reconstruction]

【Exploring the Primordial Truth】

[Everything is replaced]

【With our strength】

[All can be copied]

Syllable! Heavy muffled thud! But seeing that the ring in the air no longer rotated at this time, it seemed to have a form, like a real iron circle. Houston once again sprayed a wave of magic on it, adding some spice to the symbol of Sheldon in front of him.

In an instant, this solid and powerful aperture was crushed into powder under the special care of Houston, and it danced wildly in the gray light curtain that had been specially wrapped before.

"Huh...... Ha ha! He smiled widely.

Houston slapped his right hand the table, and the badge that had lost its magic suddenly flew up and was easily caught by him. He pecked his index finger at the mana in the air, and the particles immediately obeyed, flying out of the light curtain at his will, and finally wrapping around his fingertips, circling.

【Simulation start】

For some reason, the magic in Houston's hands has increased dramatically, no different from cotton being loosened by hand.

More and more, more and more, more and more, until the whole room is filled! Now Houston's body is surrounded by Sheldon's magical brilliance, warm, but suffocating.

With a snap of his fingers, Houston raised his eyebrows lightly and threw the badge in his hand upward. Like a hungry beast, the badge is greedily grabbing the magical specks of light that belong to Sheldon in the air.

Nothing, nothing. The room was filled with the hiss of Houston's exhaustion, and other than that, nothing mattered. It was as if the magic had been erased by an invisible hand, as if it had never existed.

"Ah——!!!!h Screams of terror!

Houston stiffly turned his head, slipped his badge back on his chest, and strode out the door. I saw that everyone rushed to the door with a clear goal.

Houston was the first to reach out and push in.

I saw that in the room of the fourteenth, the seventh fell to the ground, not knowing whether he was alive or dead. Fourteen himself is the source of the previous screams, apparently trying to show his innocence.

"Oh~ Looks so clear......" Houston squinted and smiled leisurely, revealing a hint of cunning and pleasure, and the badge on his chest shone brightly.

"How easy." He said.