Mystery: Paradox Path

"kill him!"

"Break his leg!"

"beat him!"

"Damn thief!"

Backlund's eastern district is always surrounded by a disturbing atmosphere. Fighting, robbing, and even killing people in the street are not so new.

Snow was dressed in jeans and a plaid shirt, which should have been very ordinary working-class attire, but against the backdrop of his handsome face, he looked as attractive as a male model walking out of the cover of a fashion magazine.

This kind of person appears in the East District, and usually disappears within half an hour. Maybe in a month or two, he can be found in the basement of a certain noble, or in the special room of the old Happy Street.

But at this time, none of those poor guys who even their own mother wanted to sell did not have the idea of ​​​​taking action. It was they who didn't notice Snow's abnormality at all.

Although I don't know the real name of this [everyone thinks they can see through] ability, but it possesses the ability similar to psychological invisibility. Although it cannot completely eliminate one's own sense of existence, it can give everyone the ability to see oneself. of people implanted the thought "this is just a passerby".

In this way, let alone a handsome face, even if he dressed like a stand-in messenger, no one would find it strange at all.

It was like a ghost, wandering the streets of Backlund's eastern district, looking for a suitable target.

Soon, he saw a young man, a young man like a wild dog. His right hand was drooping weakly. Looking at the bruised forearm, he must have been injured for some time. His skeleton is not small, and his body is also slightly There are traces of muscle lines, but the skin is not shiny, and the cheeks are a little dry. It should not be the type who has never been able to afford food, but the type who has only recently started to starve. There are several obvious scars on his body, but it looks like Some are old, and the arm should not be caused at the same time.

"That's him." Snow took a few steps forward, and only when he narrowed the distance to about five meters did he suddenly say, "Are you hungry?"

The young man ignored him, kicked the garbage heap angrily, and continued to walk towards the next alley. Obviously, he did not find anything to eat.

But this is also normal. After all, this is the East District. If you can eat anything, even a family that is rich enough to throw leftovers, those leftovers have long been taken away by those skilled people. Like this newcomer, I'm afraid I don't even know where there are such "rich households", how can they find food?

"What if I said, I'd like to invite you to eat all you can?"

Snow did not continue to close the distance, but just said in a very ordinary tone, the man turned his head, looked at Snow with a vigilant look like a wild dog, and frowned:

"What do you want?"

"I'm just curious about your origins." Snow spread his hands and pointed to a very ordinary cafe on the corner.

Although it is called that, few people go in for coffee, so why not call it a restaurant?

Is it the only remaining reservedness of the Loen people?

"Gudong..." The young man looked at the cafe and understood what Snow meant. Although he doubted the man's purpose, considering that he had not eaten for three days, he could only do something to his weak body. make a compromise.

He swallowed lightly, made a win-win expression, followed Snow obediently, and walked all the way to the cafe.

I ordered a large portion of braised lamb with tender peas with local characteristics, two pieces of bread, and some seasonal vegetables, and placed a whole table full of them, but it only cost a soli.

This made Snow feel a little guilty about his three pounds a day for food.

Looking at the food on the table, the man's line of sight was a little straight. Before, he would definitely not be so unbearable.

but now……

The only remaining reason made him look away, refocus on Snow, and then asked:

"What exactly do you want to do?"

"If I can make you eat enough every day, would you mind praying to an existence other than the seven great gods?"

Snow's tone contains a trace of extraordinary power, which is derived from the whispering ability of the listener. This skill is a bit like the hypnosis of the audience path, but it is less powerful and more subtle, and it can only make the other party more acceptable in the early stage. Your words, but once you use it on a target for a long time, you can implant your own way of thinking into the spirit of the other party. Even a psychiatrist of the audience channel, it takes a lot of time to completely eradicate it.

Language is polluted, and this is the way to rule the Hanged Man.

"Evil God..." This thought popped into the young man's heart, but he wisely didn't say it. The Eastern District of Backlund has always been the hardest hit area for the preaching of various evil gods, because these people at the bottom care more about themselves than falling into the abyss. Where to eat a meal.

The young man used to look down on those idiots who believed in evil gods just for a few bites of food, because he knew a little about Beyonders, but now, having understood the taste of hunger, he finally understood a little bit of what those people thought.

In fact, compared with people who have been hungry for a long time, it will be more unbearable for people who have been able to eat all the time to suddenly starve for a few days.

He glanced at the food on the table, then at the man in front of him, and finally picked up the bread, but just as he was about to put it in his mouth, Snow said again:

"Eat slowly, I don't want to see you die here."

The young man's movements stopped abruptly, and then he started moving again. His left hand flew up and down, and he was clumsily eating various dishes, but it was probably because of Snow's warning before that he didn't eat fast. It wasn't until half an hour later that the food on the table disappeared completely, and he leaned on the somewhat hard back of the chair behind him, stroking his slightly bulging abdomen, and said:

"How should I pray?"

"No hurry, I want to hear your story, um, you shouldn't come from a hardship, right?" Snow pointed to his fractured right hand, the young man nodded, and there was a bit of obvious resentment between his brows.

"My father is Pengli Manswell, you may have heard this name... well, it doesn't look like it." The young man looked at Snow's expression, shook his head mockingly, and then said--

"In short, it's a small gangster who controls some thieves and beggars, and also recruits two Beyonders... the kind of guys who can fight very well, but just last month, those two guys suddenly Disappeared, you know, there are not many enemies in our business. Although my father tried his best to cover up and tried to recruit a few more Beyonder platforms, he leaked the news. Just three days ago, Gemanzi The party guys killed my father and stole our chassis, you can probably guess what happened after I don’t say anything.”

"I knew your professional counterpart!" Snow showed a somewhat flamboyant smile, narrowed his eyes and said:

"Then are you interested in becoming a Beyonder?"