Technician’s Manual

At 6 o'clock in the morning of the gospel time, in the Sennheiser area of ​​the second-floor city of Van Mura, Igola, who was hiding in the closet, opened his eyes.

He pushed open the closet and came out. There was a raised figure on the bed. It was the "Igula figure" he made with pillows, quilts, clothes, and a little imagination.

Although it wasn't Shu Ling or a miracle, this little technique saved his life many times. If he put a "good evening" note on the bed, it would make all late-night intruders think that the fraudster had foreseen their arrival and escaped through unknown means a long time ago. After a secret curse, they will rush to track Igola's escape route, and Igola, who is hiding in other places, can take the opportunity to escape.

After all, Igola is just a deceiver, and he is not omniscient and omnipotent. How can he foresee all dangers? But this does not prevent him from acting as a person who is "exhaustive strategy" in daily contact. Then he can be more cautious and prepare a few hands to plant seeds in other people's hearts.

It is not the scammer's words that can really make the fake come true, but your own imagination.

It is everyone’s instinct to explain the world. When you have insufficient intelligence, you will subconsciously use your imagination to fill in the gaps, so conspiracy theories will prevail, and rumors will spread faster than the truth.

People always believe in what they are willing to believe.

Although the world itself is objective, everyone's world is subjective. The former psychics can even establish religions and make themselves the "gods" in the subjective world of countless believers.

Although Igola has no interest in this high-level awakening career as a fraudster, if he just makes himself a "fantasy and intelligent character who can always predict your next step" in the eyes of a certain group of people, it is as easy as putting on makeup for him.

On the first night in this strange city, Igola began to prepare. When others find the "Igola figure" on the bed, they will think that the real Igola is gone. They never thought that this is a trap that is arranged every night. The weak and unconscious fraudster is hiding next to them. In the closet.

This is the way the psychic deceived.

Obviously, I have tried my best, but I must pretend to be effortless.

Gifts carefully prepared should be given out carelessly.

In this world, whoever is sown first will lose.

By convention, Igula must take a bath every day after getting up. Fortunately, there is a bathtub in the suite, and it is also a steam jacuzzi.

In fact, the quality of accommodation in this apartment is much better than the staff dormitory provided by An Nan. It seems that Miss An Nan is really a rich second-generation entrepreneur. If she fails, she can only come back and inherit hundreds of millions of fortunes. Quite a lot, Igola believes that the fundamental reason is that the luxury economy and consumerism in the Gospel Kingdom are not developed enough, and parents can actually save money.

You must know that in their blood moon country, capitalists can also become moonlight people. Any life extension package in the institute can make the richest man go bankrupt on the spot. The gospel country is still not free enough.

After the initial washing of the body, Igola used his toes to test the temperature in the bathtub, immersed his calves, bent over and bent his knees to maintain balance, until the horizontal line passed through the chest and rubbed intimately with the collarbone.

The warm current penetrated into the cells along the pores, and the stiff body that had been hiding in the closet for a night quickly relaxed, and the tight soul that had just returned from the virtual realm also began to slack off, and the lazy water mist massaged the sore brain of the fraudster.

Most people in Blood Moon Nation have mental illnesses, and Igola is no exception. A smart person like him is the one who can most feel the huge and heavy gravitational force of reality. His soul is overwhelmed every second, and he is in anxiety almost all the time.

Igola knew he was sick, but he couldn't help himself. The more proficient in water, the easier it is to drown in the deep sea.

For a long time, maybe he will suddenly figure out the "meaning of life" one day, on a cloudy day with light rain, put on the most beautiful clothes, find everyone who knows him, cheat them one last time-delete them The memory of myself in my mind—when no one in this world knows me, Igola Bokin will completely disappear from people's vision, and only the virtual world still preserves his afterimage.

However, Igola, who was going to perish on his own, developed the habit of taking a bath and emptying his brain after entering prison. The tight string was rested and his mental illness was cured.

It was Broken Lake Prison who rescued him, and the only way out for the Blood Moon Man was to go to prison.

It is worth mentioning that before taking a bath with Yaxiu, Harvey and others a few days ago, Igola would take a bath first, after all, being with two artiodactyls did not relax.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Just when Igola was about to take the initiative to enter the idiot state, an idiot knocked on the door.

The familiar Sanlian knocked on the door. Although the other party hadn't taken off his pants, the fraudster already knew what fart he was going to fart.

Igula decided to use silence to let the other party back away. However, after a few seconds, he heard the precision gear turning and the alloy block loosening and clenching—the door opened.

Snapped!

The glass door of the bathroom slid open in response, and the water mist could not wait to entangle the visitors.

"Scared me to death. I thought you ran away from home through the toilet."

Igola let out a long sigh: "First, this is not our home; second, why can you come to me?"

"I told the maid here that no one would answer the knock on the door here. You may have died in the virtual realm. The head of your soul was bitten off by the ichthyosaur and turned into a vegetative person, so she opened the door and let me come in for inspection. Have you been incontinent."

Asia Xiu sat on a small stool, "It's really feudal and corrupt, and there are maids. This family system is indeed a cancer of civilization, but the maids' dresses are quite cute."

"Aren't we under house arrest and not allowed to leave the house?"

"I don't know, I got up and tried it, and found that the access control was unlocked. Maybe the lady secretly acted like a baby to my mother while we weren't there last night?"

"Let's not mention the details," Igula said, staring at Ash, "have you not noticed that I am taking a bath?"

A Xiu blinked his eyes and suddenly realized, he went to close the glass door, and then sat back on the small stool: "Sorry, forgot to close the door."

"You forgot to shut yourself out." Igola splashed his face with water, completely gave up on being an idiot, and resumed his business: "Say, what can I do?"

"Can't I talk to you if I'm fine? Am I the kind of person who asks you to find you?"

"Of course not, you are someone who will harass me in the bath until you ask me." The fraudster chuckled at the corners of his mouth: "If you use borrowed money as a metaphor, others are arrogant after borrowing money. You haven't borrowed yet. Money is already very arrogant."

"I do have something I want to consult with you," Ya Xiu scratched his head and said, "After all, you seem to be very experienced."

"Are you here to consult a fraudster?" Igola raised his eyebrows: "It's nothing more than a believer looking for a pastor for comfort."

"When you take the lives of other people, your every move may cause those who trust you to die. Are you afraid?"

"...If your psychological pressure stems from our trust in you when you escape from prison, then your nerve reflex should be able to circle the time continent."

"No, I never thought of being responsible for you when I escaped from prison." Ash shook his head, "Because you never believed in me, and I did not believe in you. We believe in our own judgments, and we are responsible for ourselves. ."

"And what I'm talking about is that when others trust you unconditionally and are willing to give your life to you as a bargaining chip, will you have a special feeling when you bet?"

The defrauder narrowed his eyes: "They choose to believe me, that means they have made their own judgment, I don't need—"

"Is it really unnecessary?" Ya Xiu interrupted him, looking over the mist, trying to find the truth from the fraudster's eyes: "If I give you my life, you can bet without hesitation. ?"

The mist rose slowly, putting on a coat for silence.

"I understand." Igola splashed his face with water: "You are not here for consultation, you are here for comfort."

In the same language.

When confronting Denzel, Ya Xiu could make rational judgments, he could live hard to death, and he could be a hero who would rather die than surrender. But after leaving the virtual realm and returning to reality to calm down, Ya Xiu realized what he had done-he had put the lives of the witch and sword **** the gambling table.

Not to mention that he didn't treat them as private property. Jian Ji had said long ago that even if Ya Xiu died, she would still be able to continue living in her own world. Operators do not exist depending on Asia. They have their own emotions, their own parents and friends, and their own lives.

Similarly, if the operator dies, it is estimated that he is really dead. Their heads will be completely grayed out, leaving only one name in the manual.

Whether he was breaking out of prison or escaping from the blood moon, when it was time to bet his own life, Ya Xiu never had any psychological pressure.

But after betting on the witch and Jian Ji this time, he suddenly became scared.

He was afraid that they would die, and he was even more afraid that he himself did not die, but the others died.

They are still far away from the Three Wings Sanctuary, but during this period, they must enter the Void Realm every turn of the Spider Tower and start their lives and deaths with the Heroic Soul Legion.

Although they have a car, although they can escape, they can escape once, twice, three times, ten times. Can they escape a hundred times?

As long as there is no escape once, as long as there is an error, as long as fate stumbles them a little...

Ya Xiu closed his eyes, as if he could see the picture of them being torn apart.

Moreover, this was no longer a problem that Ya Xiu could solve once he died.

Even if Ya Xiu was the first to die, the contract between Jian Ji and the witch would still not be resolved. Unless they climb to a higher level of Void Realm, they will still have to Destroy Void Realm—compared to accept it if it’s good, the Queen’s Soul looks more like a type of extinction.

Although the witch and Jian Ji had no objection to this, at that time, Ah Xiu's response was indeed the most correct way.

But, but...

He was scared.

Suddenly, Ah Xiu remembered his penultimate question and couldn't help but smile.

He also sacrificed the world, sacrificed hundreds of millions of living beings, saved the world, and carried the thousand-year aspiration... Now he can't even say such things as "Entrust your life to me".

The rapidly expanding psychological burden quickly made him out of breath. If it were before, Ah Xiu must have chosen to bear the pain of this trust alone, pretending that there was nothing. After all, this is the education he has received since childhood, complaining will only cause others to worry, no one wants to swallow your blood and tears.

It was Freya who changed him. That short period of cohabitation allowed Ash to see how an ordinary person can survive in a cruel society like the Blood Moon.

It is not shameful to find a psychotherapist. This may be the biggest contribution of the Blood Moon Kingdom to the promotion of civilization.

Although there are no psychotherapists around, finding a fraudster is actually the same. After all, there is no essential difference between comfort and deception.

"Don’t be afraid. They entrust your life to you because they believe in your judgment. Even if you make a mistake, they will not complain, because you have done your best. Injustice shouldn't be your burden...Do you want me to say that?"

Ah Xiu raised his head, then his collar was slammed by his wet hands, and then he was pulled to the deceiver's eyes.

"I would rather let the fraudster deceive myself rather than actively face the reality," Igola's eyes were full of contempt: "Even among my clients, you are the lowest level."

Hey, Igola pushed Axiu away, causing him to fall to the ground.

"Go to Harvey and get some candies. This is the right medicine for you." Igola didn't look at him. "I'm an oiran-level fraudster, and I won't receive a rotten client like you."

Ya Xiu sighed, "You won't be so harsh..."

"It's like betting on other people's lives. I started doing it when I was 13 years old." Igola said indifferently: "The bet wins a lot, but the bet is reasonable to lose. Because I made a wrong decision, one of my partners was caught in the fire. "Grab, I can only see him in the most curious news papers. He has become an avant-garde abstract artwork. The tools of the crime are clothes hangers and chairs... What do you think of me back then?"

"Want revenge?"

"No, I just hope that he receives and implements my last message, so that he can kill himself before the fire crab finds him."

Water droplets dripped along the tips of Ikola’s hair, melted into the bathtub and disappeared. “This is the fate of the decision maker. Even if you are calm enough and work hard enough, you still can’t stop sacrifice. Even God cannot save all the world, you Who do you think you are?"

"Accepting sacrifices, accepting sacrifices, accustomed to sacrifices, this is the only way, there is no second way. Do you think you can have a tough decision-maker's heart by finding a psychic for comfort? A psychic is not Strengthening master, there is no way to make you stronger with a single tink."

"What you need is not comfort, not deception, but growth."

The deceiver looked at the dejected cult leader, but another portrait appeared in his heart.

In the doomsday, a mysterious man in a dark red trench coat overlooks the world alone...

"There is another very simple way, as long as you are selfish enough." Igola said: "Like me, as long as you are selfish enough to treat everyone as pawns, selfish enough that you don’t care about anyone’s thoughts, and selfish enough that you’re happy. Well, then you won’t feel the pressure of responsibility."

"For us blood moon orphans, this should be an effortless route to advancement, right?"

There was a light in the eyes of the cult leader: "Just be like you..."

"Yes, just like me..." Igola looked at his vague reflection on the water: "You only need to care about yourself, you only need to value yourself, you only need to love yourself..."

"—As long as I have enough decision-making experience like you, I can grow into a captain who can calmly bear the pressure of responsibility!"

Igola blinked, eh?

Ya Xiu stood up and patted the water mark on his butt: "The difference between you and me is that you already have rich team experience, but I don't, so I should find a way to increase my team leadership experience and become a steady decision maker. ."

"But how do you increase?"

"I already have ideas." Ah Xiu said, "Sure enough, it's right to find you, then I won't bother you to take a bath."

"Although I don't know what your thinking is, it is certainly not as simple as "selfish advancement" as I said. "Igola said lightly: "Why is it so troublesome?" "

"Because selfishness is not that simple," Ya Xiu opened the bathroom door and said, "How can I do something that you can't even do?"

"How can I not?"

"You didn't answer my question."

Igola was startled, listening to the sound of Ah Xiu's footsteps gradually moving away.

"If I leave my life to you, can you bet without hesitation?"

"seed…"

The fraudster exhaled. Although UU reading www.uukanshu.com had been soaking for a while, he decided to soak his brain for a while, otherwise his thoughts and thoughts would become rain and sunshine that would make seeds germinate.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

There was a strange knock on the door, but Igola had an ominous premonition.

Sure enough, the bathroom door was opened again.

"Aunt Boking!" Liz appeared before the fraudster with her arms akimbo: "I have a very important thing to discuss with you...We need the wisdom of the fraudster!"

"Didn't you notice that I was taking a bath?"

Liz was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly realized that she cleverly closed the bathroom door.

Igola wanted to call out the gospel to search for the similarities in the bloodlines of Liz and Ash.