Mystery: Paradox Path

Although coercion is not in line with Bakerland's usual "aesthetics", but looking at the look of disgust but having to yield to the beauty in front of him after hearing the threat of "think about your father's business", Baker Lang suddenly felt that he seemed to have awakened some new hobbies.

The behavior of the two leaving the ball hall did not attract anyone's attention. In other words, whether it was for the military attache of the embassy or for the guests attending the ball, the scene at this time was within their expectations.

The music is still sweet and melodious.

The dance steps are still brisk and elegant.

The businessmen continued to negotiate, and the ladies maintained their comparisons.

It was as if the embassy had never had Beckland.

...

When he came to the room on the second floor, Beckland waved to the guards not to disturb him, but he didn't notice that such a beautiful person beside him didn't attract any attention.

As the door was locked, Beckland couldn't wait to pounce on the beautiful girl in the black evening dress, but before he could get close, his slightly fat body twisted suddenly, posing in a strange posture. , layers of flames also burst from his body.

"Sure enough, even if I didn't notice it, my subconscious would instinctively dodge it?" A frivolous voice came from behind the beauty. Beckland felt the tingling pain in his neck, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.

When exactly was there an extra person in this room?

No, not more, but always there!

The moment he saw the other party exactly, he recalled that this man had always been by the girl's side, but everyone, whether they were guests or guards, or even the Sequence Five military attache who was sitting at the embassy at this time, all Didn't notice his presence!

"Psychological invisibility? Are you a member of the Psychological Alchemy Society?" A flame rose in Beckland's hand, and he watched the man who suddenly appeared in front of him. Extraordinary Items to Possibly Own...

"Can you help me?" The beautiful girl in a black evening dress sat on the edge of the bed with her legs raised, and asked in a masculine tone, which made Beckland's heart sink, because at this moment, he suddenly thought of another Sequence, without thinking too much, he immediately shouted:

"Come on! Help!"

However, there is no response.

Snow was too lazy to explain to Beckland how he had distorted the rules.

It was just that he slowly sealed the characteristics of the Corrupted Baron with spirituality and stuffed it into a cigarette case, giving Triss a sunny smile——

"Didn't I say it? You just have to bring me in. As for killing people? That's my job."

Beckland gritted his teeth, waved his arm, and the long whip made of flame rolled towards Snow. Neither the Corrupted Baron nor the hypnotist were good at head-to-head combat. He didn't seem to be in harmony with the Beyonder who was suspected of being a witch. Take this opportunity to hit him hard first!

"It's hard for a rabbit to chase a tortoise."

A coin was tossed high, and along with the activation spell in ancient Hermes, it was sent from Snow's mouth, as if the whole world had undergone indescribable changes.

The flame whip was still the same flame whip, and Snow was still the same Snow, but there seemed to be countless gaps between the two. The whip distance hit, but it was always a little short.

"What kind of ability is this?" Beckland was horrified. As an intelligence officer, he thought he had a certain understanding of the low- and medium-sequence abilities of various pathways, but he had never seen such a strange ability.

Could it be... a high-level spell with a high sequence ability stored?

This is not something that ordinary Beyonders can get!

Beckland's heart was completely cold, and he immediately said loudly:

"Wait a minute! Who are you? Who sent you to kill me? What did they promise you? I'll double it!"

"The ability of a conspirator? But it's useless to me." Snow made a disdainful voice, stretched out his hand and clicked four times in the order of the bottom, top, right and left on his chest, drawing an inverse cross pattern, and said with a smile:

"This is the will of the Lord."

"Aurora Club? Are you a member of the Aurora Club?" Becklang's eyes showed a look of horror, but the next moment, Triss cursed angrily:

"Idiot! Let you play, this is the trick!"

Yes, I got it. Triss first felt the stagnation in her body because the Witches of Pleasure strengthened the relationship between the five senses. At this time, Beckland also put away that useless appearance, and he gently took off the left breast pocket. the handkerchief in the sack, and a black-eyed puppet exposes its thumb-sized head:

"Thank you for your cat-and-mouse slack. It gave me plenty of time. By the way, this gentleman who doesn't know whether it's a hypnotist or a corrupt baron, is there anything else you want to say?"

"Of course." Snow still had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, opened his mouth, and spit out an elegant and easy-going word——

"Suka is not listed!"

An unknown language with strange tongue-twisters exploded in the room, and a strange pollution erupted synchronously, as if bombarding Beckland's brain with a voice of infinite malice and anger, stirring everything in his mind into a mess .

Snow still maintained his light-hearted expression, walking gracefully towards Beckland, who had white eyes and red hair all over his body, and kept repeating in a rhythmic rhythm like rap:

"Suka is not listed, Suka is not listed, Suka Suka is not listed..."

"Don't... don't read it!" Beckland's body became more and more deformed, and the pain that went straight to his brain made him roll frantically on the ground. Snow squatted down and looked at Beckland who was close at hand. , with a contemptuous smile in his eyes, and then...

boom!

A bullet was fired from Beckland's sleeve and slammed into Snow's forehead with precision. Although it was just an ordinary spy pistol, this bullet that was blessed by the reaper of Sequence Five, even if it was only scratched, was enough to make That big head was torn apart like a watermelon that fell from the twentieth floor!

But... the bullet stopped.

No, it didn't stop, but when it was about to hit, it suddenly slowed down. Every time it moved forward, it would slow down a bit. When it reached the man, it was like a snail.

Snow didn't even have the thought of evading, just watching the bullet decelerate infinitely, as if it was advancing every moment, but it would never reach the truth of the hit.

The angry-eyed Beckland looked more like an orangutan than a human at this time. His originally heroic face was also covered by red hair, but even so, he still stared at him. The bullet that moves forward every moment, but never reaches the end.

"That's why it's terrifying to be uneducated." Snow shook his head lightly, and lifted the long-haired Bakerland to block him. Then, the bullet "slowly" penetrated into the He attacked Beckland's body and gave Beckland a "fatal blow" according to the rune inscribed on the bullet.

He casually threw the dying Beckland on the ground, Snow sat on the bed and waited for the precipitation of the characteristics, and at this time Triss, who was affected by God's foul language, finally slowed down and asked as if distracted:

"You knew from the beginning that he had that magical item? You're not afraid of making a mistake in your judgment? What if you can't even use your psychic abilities after being controlled?"

Snow heard the words, but only smiled mysteriously: "As we all know, only the fortune-teller pathway can control the spiritual body line. He is not a fortune-teller, so he can't control my spiritual body line, which is very reasonable."