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Judging from the fact that Chengying can suspend the minds of assassins, it is not wrong to say that time is an illusion of human beings.

When thinking is suspended, time also stops.

Among the five assassins, only the female assassin named Qingwei chose to leave and did not go to the contact person. The other four chose to go to the contact person to report the results of the battle.

When Cheng Ying saw this scene, he immediately locked their thoughts, paused their time, and looked at each other in reality with the Ice Emperor, and the two of them jumped out of the window silently.

Flying in mid-air, Ice Emperor suddenly seemed to have figured out something. He showed a look of enlightenment and looked at Chengying with eyes that seemed to say: "Wonderful!"

"I asked you how you plan to fool these assassins! So that's it, we want to capture the connectors into the Tsukuyomi space, right?"

Cheng Ying nodded when he heard the words and explained to Ice Emperor: "I only know what they want to do, and I cannot know the memory of the contact person out of thin air. If I play the role of the contact person, the secret will definitely be exposed.

But if the coordinator is allowed to play his true role, there won't be any problems in this regard. The only troublesome thing is that there are four assassins and one coordinator. If the order of the dialogue is not arranged correctly, it may lead to confusion. "

The contact person Cheng Ying mentioned was still unaware that his position had been exposed. He was currently in a tavern, pretending to be like other drunkards and yelling at the gamblers who were rolling dice.

Chengying walked into the chaotic casino, turned on the mirror, and kidnapped the contact person without disturbing anyone. The contact person who entered the Tsukuyomi space felt slightly dazed.

He couldn't help but push the undrinkable liquor in front of him to the side. He seemed to attribute his trance to the heavy alcohol and late night fatigue.

Just when he was thinking about whether to take a rest after this mission or go back to his hometown to get married, there were rhythmic knocks on the door, three long and two short.

The contact's expression remained unchanged, and he pushed the drink towards the drunkard next to him: "It's for you!"

Afterwards, he quietly left the tavern and saw the leader of the assassination team covered in scars in the stable.

"The assassination was successful, but everyone else died." The captain said concisely, but could not hide the sadness in his tone.

"My condolences, they all fell in the darkest moment before dawn, and future generations will remember their achievements!" The connector touched his chest with one hand, raised the other hand straight forward, and whispered: "Long live the supremacy of soul masters!

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"Long live the supremacy of soul masters." The captain also made the same move, but his tone was a little weak: "I don't care whether they can be remembered by future generations. I just want to get our remuneration and pension. To be honest, I don't

Know how to explain it to their families."

"Don't worry! You are the major contributors to the assassination of Duke Tulip. The organization will not be stingy with rewards. Is there any evidence that the assassination was successful?" The coordinator didn't care about the captain's sadness. Everything was not as important as the mission.

The captain threw his left ear, which was stained with blood and brains, and ignored the excited connector. He sat silently on the haystack in the stable and took out a crumpled ear from his pocket tremblingly.

of cigarettes.

It was bought in the Duchy, and this was the only one left. He struck a match and lit the cigarette. The captain took a deep breath, and then coughed violently.

While coughing, he took out a black-and-white photo from the inner pocket of his chest. In the photo, five people were crowded at the door of the Soul Cinema, each posing with a pair of scissor hands. At that time, the photography technology was still too poor and the exposure time was too long.

It's so long that the scissor hands are paired with five Sima faces, which looks very funny.

As he watched, the captain couldn't help but laugh. He smiled and shed tears unknowingly: "It's really ironic. I'm actually using something invented by the person I assassinated to commemorate the person he killed before he died.

Damn teammates, is this how the organization achieves the supremacy of soul masters?"

"For the supremacy of soul masters, some price must be paid. I feel sorry for your sacrificed comrades. They will never see the day when the idea of ​​soul master supremacy is realized." The contact person said apologetically, but his expression did not change.

"Haha! Yes, we sacrificed ourselves to safeguard the supremacy of soul masters, which has benefited thousands of future generations, so that they will no longer have soul shadows to see, no trams to run, and no water of life to drink at 96 degrees.

We don’t need the duchy’s daily necessities, so our achievements are truly lasting!”

"Mark! Your thoughts are very dangerous. I must report your speech to the Purifying Hand. You need to accept a complete set of will tests." The contact person warned him.

"You learn so fast. Our purifying hand must have been learned from the Tulip Duke's political corps! But I have never heard that their political corps can kill people." Mark took a deep breath of cigarette and spit out a long dragon.

"We are indeed learning from Duke Tulip. This is also the core idea of ​​soul master supremacy. No matter what miracles ordinary people have achieved, we soul masters can quickly master and do better as long as we learn.

This is an indisputable fact, we ourselves are nobler than them. In the novel of Tulip Duchy, does the ridiculous prince and general Xiang Ning have any kind of kind? If he had not died, I would point my nose and tell him, yes! That’s right!

We! The princes, generals, and ministers are indeed talented!"

Mark finished the cigarette butt in one breath, choking and coughing: "Huh! I don't know if I will smoke again in the future!"

"Yes, we have found out the source of Tulip Duke's tobacco leaves. After his death, the organization will gradually take over his industry." The contact calmed down his excitement.

"That's it! It sounds good, but why can only cigarettes and soap be preserved? Muskets, trams, and even mechas will be destroyed. We! Actually, we are afraid!" The death of his teammates made Zeng believe.

He was shaken by his belief in the supremacy of soul masters.

"Nonsense! How can we be afraid? We can shoot more accurately with guns and be more flexible with mechas. Ordinary people are no match for us. Why should we be afraid?"

"Really?" Mark was noncommittal: "I, because I was quite curious, so I secretly investigated the history of the organization. Guess what I saw?"

Mark threw the cigarette butt on the ground and stamped it out with his toes: "I saw a killing machine that would do anything to maintain the soul master's rule. To be honest, I was shocked, but I didn't think about defecting at that time.

I am a soul master, and it is understandable that I will do whatever it takes to protect the interests of the soul master, but now that I think about it, we may have done something quite bad."

[To be continued]

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