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The author Zhuge Cai reminds you that the most complete "Strange Talks Say I'm a Sixth" is all in [.],[()]?

"Come [.].." ()? () But it's just such a creepy and weird talk, and being said by a money-worshipping clown is inexplicably a little weird little animal.

Bo Yanzhao pressed his temples and looked at Shi Que with a headache: "You can take care of it!" Everything is cat-plastic, it will only make people forget that the sky is high and the earth is thick. "Although Bo Yan and the strange talk contained by the Sparrow in the time of the show are not much contact, but when the chickens in the tent elementary school fight in the morning, the group of probes poke their brains to see the lively state, which is indeed not like a strange talk, but very fresh and cute.

But the wild monsters are different, especially this kind of [catastrophic level]. Bo Yanzhao reminded him because he was afraid that the gold clown would underestimate the enemy.

As soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it. Just look at the money-worshipping clown sticking out his head to look at him, a pair

"Da Bo, you actually care about me". Bo Yanzhao endured it several times, but finally raised his hand and slapped the gold worship clown.

Then before the money-worshipping clown had time to hit his backhand, he took the lead and said: "Don't interrupt, let's get down to business first." "The gold-worshipping clown grinds his teeth in anger.

The child jumped out of Bo Yanzhao's arms, ran to the gold-worshipping clown, touched the back of the gold-worshipping clown's head with his feet, and glanced at Bo Yanzhao condemnatively.

Bo Yan was speechless. The gold-worshipping clown raised his eyebrows, pinched the child, and then looked up at Shi Que. Shi Que rarely did not participate in the interaction between them, but stared at the whiteboard without knowing what he was thinking.

Ever since he heard Tang Yi and them talk about exploring the tunnel, Shi Que has been thinking about something.

"630 million, what are you thinking?" The money-worshipping clown simply asked directly. Shi Que turned his head to look at the gold-worshipping clown and Bo Yanzhao, and said a very key content,

"There is no canvas."

"What?" The money-worshipping clown was stunned by what he said. And after Bo Yanzhao thought about it for a short time, he also frowned.

Shi Que picked up a few modified buildings in City F from Bo Yanzhao's desk and placed them at the bottom of the whiteboard.

"At first, just looking at the situation in F City, we can speculate that this strange story uses human beings as pigments and uses paintings to cover people and space. For example, you don't just need paint, you need a brush and a canvas. Regardless of the brushes, he has covered these buildings in F City year after year, and with such a large area, where does his canvas come from? ”

"Could it be his own magnetic field?" The money-worshipping clown makes his guesses, such as the crack in the hallway, where he and Shi Que can sense a slight fluctuation in the magnetic field when they touch, but they can't shake it.

But Bo Yanzhao thought of what the child said before, he said,

"Don't buy, don't watch.". Bo Yanzhao: "Is it possible that the people in the fugitive gathering place have become the canvas?" Aren't they apprentices? The reward for buying and appreciating is to become the painting itself? Shi Que shook his head, Bo Yanzhao's guess made sense, but Shi Que always felt that there was some subtle disobedience in it.

Shi Que quickly wrote down a few doubts on the whiteboard. First, why is it taken from City F, the gathering place of fugitives and the shaking people of City L.

Second, why is it covered by the buildings of City F. Third, what exactly is a canvas?

"Let's go and see the people you brought back. Maybe you can find a clue inside. Shi Que felt that they could no longer get more content from the information at hand.

And the feeling that this strange talk gives Shi Que is not so much weird as tricky. The position of TA is too delicate, once Shi Que can't deal with it 100%, L City still has Yu Qiao, so what should F City do?

Regardless of whether this is the boundary of the South Institute or the North Institute, this is the country of China. Standing in the corridor, when Shi Que suddenly thought of the TV station, he stood on the rooftop of the TV station, and saw with his own eyes the lights that went out around L City, like a vanishing hope.

The moment of the revival of the strange talk is equivalent to the destruction of the world for ordinary people. Just like the current urban area of F City, at first glance, thousands of lights are on, although many people have questioned and panicked because of the temporary lockdown order, but as long as people are alive and the city is still there, the original order can still be restored.

Once it's over, it's going to be hell. The gold-worshipping clown walked to Shi Que's side,

"If it doesn't work, call the advisor." He knew Shi Qi's concerns. When the sparrow waved his hand,

"You can't fight. Advisors cannot be trusted. ”

"Don't forget, the [Moon Maiden] was brought to the imperial capital by the advisor. If he really cared about this world, how could he watch the [Moon Maiden] respawn in the imperial capital? ”

"So many people died because of him." Shi Que paused, and there was more hatred in his rare tone,

"Including his own father." The gold-worshipping clown suddenly remembered that Shi Falcon didn't get it at that time, so Shi Que was afraid that it was not only an embankment, but also an unforgettable hatred for the consultant.

Shi Que shook his head, signaling him not to worry. Behind him, Bo Yanzhao was holding the child, and Xu Ye was pushing his wheelchair behind him, and finally followed.

"Let's go! Let's go to the containment chamber and see the covered dummies. Unlike Shi Qi's tightness, Bo Yanzhao was relatively relaxed.

It's as if it doesn't matter to him whether there is someone in the formation or not. The money-worshipping clown was a little puzzled by his calmness.

Bo Yanzhao asked him with a smile,

"Didn't [catastrophic] have it before the cataclysm?"

"That's right." The gold-worshipping clown nodded. Bo Yanzhao: "But at that time, there were very few dividers, but they were still able to contain them smoothly." The money-worshipping clown was silent.

Bo Yanzhao patted Shi Que on the back: "Although it is a crack position, it is not as far away as you have to think about every chess move." Sometimes, your chessboard is so big that you can only take care of what is in front of you. So just do what is in front of you well. Shi Que glanced at Bo Yanzhao and suddenly smiled.

Bo Yanzhao was awkwardly looked at by him,

"What do you do with this expression?" Shi Que: "I'm just surprised, you seem to care about me and Bye Bye today." The gold-worshipping clown remembered the stubble in the archives before, and looked at Bo Yanzhao curiously: "That's right! Why do you care so much about today? Bo Yanzhao was given a headache by the two of them, so he simply slapped them away.

"After all, it's all your uncle, and you always have to care about the younger generation." This joke is really too cold, not to mention Shi Que and the money-worshipping clown, even Xu Ye, who has always been the most popular, can't appreciate it.

Bo Yanzhao straightened his face and asked uncomfortably, "What do you mean?" Why not laugh? Shi Que was very sincere: "Because it's not funny, it's thin." ”

"yes!" The money-worshipping clown also shuddered: "This kind of rotten homophonic stalk is very cold, you still rely on the old and sell the old, and you will deduct your salary!" Bo Yanzhao sneered: "My words, it doesn't matter if the salary is deducted!" Anyway, if you owe 300 million, you won't have a penny even if you work until you die. The money-worshipping clown immediately pretended to be stupid and said, "630 million, where did we discuss just now?" Shi Que cooperated seriously: "Said that I wanted to go to the containment room to have a look." However, as soon as Shi Que finished saying this, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere around him seemed to be a little wrong.

Instinctively, he stopped and looked around. On this journey, Shi Que and the gold-worshipping clown walked once, that is, when they came out of the inquiry room and went to the branch director's office to find Bo Yanzhao.

It stands to reason that this place is exactly the same as when they walked by, but Shi Que instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

"What's wrong?" The gold-worshipping clown noticed Shi Que's vigilance, and simply exploded his own domain.

"! What a word you have! And the kids! Xu Ye and Bo Yanzhao were behind him, and when they saw the money-worshipping clown suddenly make a move, he subconsciously pressed the forehead of the child in Bo Yanzhao's arms.

The money-worshipping clown is already a quasi-A-level, and if he doesn't converge, the realm level of the clown in his eyes is no longer comparable to the ordinary [danger level].

A child who is an E-class differentiator will definitely not be able to bear it. But Xu Ye's complaint hadn't been responded to, and in the next second, Shi Que suddenly turned around sharply and raised his foot and kicked Bo Yanzhao's wheelchair.

And the money-worshipping clown's movements were also very fast, he scooped the child in Bo Yanzhao's arms into his arms with one hand, and at the same time grabbed the child's grandfather with the other hand, and the whole person ran back more than a meter away.

Before Xu Ye could understand what was happening, he was forced to retreat with Bo Yanzhao.

"Six hundred and thirty million!" The gold-worshipping clown put down the child and wanted to rush to the sparrow. But another terrifying aura suddenly enveloped everyone.

"Ta, ta, here." The child was trembling, even his throat was shaking, and he could barely hear what he was saying.

And Xu Ye finally realized that something was wrong. But it was too late, and he looked around and saw that they were in an empty space, surrounded by snow-white canvases, which were painted with deep and shallow marks.

"Is this a painting of where we just stood?" Bo Yanzhao carefully looked at the traces on the wall.

But in the next second, there was a sudden sharp pain in his heart. It was as if a sharp blade had suddenly appeared there, stirring his flesh together.

Even Bo Yanzhao, who had long been accustomed to enduring pain, couldn't help but turn white in an instant.

"Brother Zhao!" Xu Ye tried to wrap Bo Yanzhao with his own magnetic field, but found that it didn't work. He was an A-level peak differentiator, but at this time, he didn't even have the ability to protect.

Xu Ye's mind was empty for a moment. The child was held in the arms of the gold-worshipping clown, looked at the direction of Bo Yanzhao fixedly, and read as if he was scared stupid: "Gray, less gray." Can't be missing...... will die, will die, there is too little gray......" This sentence, the heart of the gold-worshipping clown also raised.

He can understand the meaning of the child, there is too little gray, Bo Yanzhao does not have much longevity left now, this strange story is to use people as paint, so he takes the color from Bo Yanzhao, which is equivalent to asking for Bo Yanzhao's life.

The gold-worshipping clown watched Bo Yanzhao bend down and hold down the heart, and knew that it might be the heart that was taken away.

It's really going to die. He saved him. The first reaction of the money-worshipping clown was that Bo Yanzhao couldn't die. But in the next second, he found that he couldn't move himself.

Invisibly, it was as if there was a slender finger, as if admiring, lingering on the skin near his eyes.

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