Mystery: Paradox Path

"It's finally out." As Beckland's blood was mixed with a little red light, forming a dark red sphere with ravines like a brain, Snow raised his eyebrows and showed a faint smile.

"This thing looks like it's contaminated." Triss, who had been sitting at the head of the bed, glanced at the sphere that seemed to exude curses, and said with some fear.

Although Snow's obscenity of God did not point to her before, but the word spirit that was blessed by the power of the true creator, even if it was only heard, it would be quite affected.

Snow heard the words, but shook his head:

"This is not a problem worth caring about. Anyway, it is not for me to use it. Well, although it is the hunter pathway, it is only Sequence Six, and you can't use it now. By the way, this puppet is a magical item corresponding to the Diviner's Sequence Five. , I'll play for a few days first, and I'll give it to you later if there is no accident."

"Who said I wanted that thing! You just pay the reward you promised me, and besides, how do we get out?" Triss watched Snow take out the iron cigarette case, and used the spiritual wall to create a compartment to prevent it from being blocked. It would be mixed with the characteristics of the Corrupted Baron, so he got up and walked to the window, looking like he jumped out of the window and fled if he didn't agree.

"Don't worry, just go out normally, but wait for me first." Countless tentacles stretched out from Snow's shadow, hanging Beckland's corpse, and placed a standard inverse cross nail on the top and bottom of his feet. on the wall, and even the wall behind him with blood, creating a ritualistic scene.

"Do you want to push the matter to the Aurora Club?" Triss looked at Snow suspiciously, but was horrified to find that Snow actually pushed open the door directly.

"Are you crazy?!" Triss said in a low voice, and at the same time subconsciously turned on stealth. Snow saw this and immediately rolled her eyes at her and said:

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, there are Sequence Five military attaches in this embassy. If it's a reaper of the hunter pathway, it's fine. If it's a marionette master, invisibility will reveal your existence."

"But..." Triss still wanted to say something, but Snow had already taken the lead in stepping out of the doorway, "The spiritual wall is about to break, so if you don't leave, you should be locked with the corpse, I don't want the smell of blood to spread in advance. come out."

"I know, I get it!" Triss watched Snow swagger out the door, but she didn't say much after all. Although she didn't know what Snow was paying attention to, it was impossible to pay for killing a Sequence Six. Are you the tool person of Sequence Six?

It's not that Triss is self-deprecating, it's just a value analysis.

The door of the room was closed again, and Snow led Triss downstairs with ease. Triss was very surprised that the whole process went smoothly, as if walking in her own house, and there was not even a single one. The Extraordinary noticed them.

only……

"Is it really possible to hide this?" Triss embraced Snow's shoulders and danced slowly to the rhythm. The corners of Snow's mouth, who danced with her, raised slightly:

"Don't worry, don't see that we seem to be in the crowd now. In fact, none of the people present can remember what you and I look like."

"Then why don't we leave now?" Triss stepped on Snow pretending to be inadvertent, but Snow's expression became even more weird—

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, your current behavior is becoming more and more feminine!"

"Damn it!"

...

Just as Snow and Triss were dancing on the dance floor, in Mr. A's house, Lanvus put down the pen in his hand, got up and came to the window.

At this time, the music in the room had been circulating for a full hour, and the originally excited consciousness of the True Creator had calmed down a little.

"It's almost time." Lanvus took a deep breath, and then a soft melody came out of his nose, it was a quiet, slightly sad tune.

Along with his light hum, the consciousness of the true creator on his chest also began to sing softly in a language that did not belong to any known language family—

"Неслышнывсадудажешорохи, Всёздесьзамерлодоутра..."

The voice was soft and soft, not at all like the real creator, but it all happened.

Lan Erwusi has been hiding one thing, that is, he is actually no longer a swindler——

As early as after completing the Tingen fraud case, he had completely digested the potion, and soon after arriving in Backlund, he became a decryptor.

This kind of concealment seemed useless, but it became the last guard of honor for his escape.

Relying on the improved observation, association and derivation ability of decryption scholars, he discovered that the essence of Snow's "creation" is actually to select and combine the melody from the ravings of the real creator through listening.

And in the process, he also noticed that not every melody played by Snow would make the real Creator excited, and there were very few parts that could be like a lullaby to make his Will settle down.

Although it is not easy to pick out a melody that can make him stable among the constantly switching noisy melodies, decryption scholars are just the best at such delicate work.

Lanervus spent more than half a month, enduring the erosion of the real creator and the stimulation of countless music, and finally selected a tune from the large number of melodies, but he never played it until today!

Lanervus didn't know what the tune he was humming meant to the real creator, and he didn't even know its name, but he knew that it could make the aggressive spirituality of the real creator converge, Sleeping sweetly like a baby.

"Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm~"

As the humming continued, the noisy Katyusha melody in the room seemed to disappear, and the control of Lanvus's body also returned to his own hands.

He turned over and jumped up from the bed, using the power of the True Creator, created a shadow clone to stay on the bed, and gently placed his hand on the locked window.

"Click!"

With a light sound, the window of the room opened in response, Lanvus glanced back at the letter on the table, his mouth curled up in a mocking arc, turned and jumped out of the room.

And on that piece of paper, with unrestrained notes, a notation written by the author, and Lan Erwus's full of ridicule message——

"Thank you! Mr. Snow, the great musician, thanks to your creation, I have mastered the method to put the true creator to sleep, I send this song to you, and look forward to our next meeting! Your loyal listeners, Lanvus."