Lin: [Still alive.]
When typing this sentence, Lin Xi inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity, as if she had said similar words in the group more than once.
Aquaman: [How did you come back to life?]
Aquaman: [You are still alive. I just reported the death of Chen Chu.]
Perhaps knowing that his first sentence was wrong, Aquaman added another sentence.
Lin: […]
She promised that if the Sea King was present, no matter if he was a colleague or A-level, Lin Yan would kill him. It only took five minutes to report the death, and you actually went to report the death? And what's wrong with your tone? Are you sorry that I'm alive
King of Dirt: [If you are still alive, stay still and stop jumping around.]
Qingkong: [King Wu is right. When thousands of people are performing sacrifices, it is difficult for the necromancer to detect individual abnormal movements. You should hide and wait for rescue.]
In fact, Qingkong wanted to say that he would wait for the ceremony to end, because he felt that there was no way to interrupt the ceremony. A large-scale sacrificial ceremony would require at least several days of preparation for the venue, but with such a big commotion, the Jin City law enforcement team, including Group 6, did not notice it at all. The best time to stop such a large-scale ceremony was when they were preparing for the ceremony.
Was there any special method used
Assistant Tan: [Be careful.]
Everyone who had said what needed to be said had said it before, so Assistant Tan could only say dryly, "Be careful." He couldn't say that he almost opened his computer to fill out the pension application form just now. It wasn't that he liked writing this thing, but mainly because he had prepared it several times for Lin Yan, so every time Lin Yan got into trouble, he would subconsciously think of it.
How should I put it? He felt a sense of security that the things he prepared could finally come in handy. Of course, his mind told him that it was best if he didn't use them, but his obsessive-compulsive disorder made him feel a little uncomfortable.
Lin Yan: [I have found a way to check and balance the ritual, and I can rescue everyone. The problem now is that even if I rescue everyone, we are still trapped in the barrier and can't get out. Do you have any ideas?]
With the "monk's wooden fish", she can call back the souls of the audience at any moment before the end of the ceremony. But the problem is that once she calls back, her existence is exposed. Facing an S-level necromancer, Lin Yan is definitely not going to be able to defeat him, so she can only run away. But if she runs away, she can never get back in, and the necromancer can restart the ceremony, so her efforts to stop him will be meaningless.
Lin Yan anxiously waited for her colleagues' responses, but after she sent the message, there was silence in the group for more than ten seconds, and no one paid any attention to her.
After more than ten seconds, Qingkong finally spoke: [Although it is very rude, can I ask, what is the solution? ]
It is a basic courtesy in the supernatural world not to casually explore other people's supernatural characteristics. This is why no one in Group 6 ever asked her why Lin Yan showed so many differences. But privately, they were all very curious.
Are you sure you're not kidding? Five minutes ago you were asking me if there was any way to stop the sacrifice, and five minutes later you did it yourself? As a logical and meticulous criminal investigator, Qingkong couldn't stand it.
Lin Yan was worried about the ceremony outside and wanted to find a solution as soon as possible. Moreover, the "monk's wooden fish" would always be used, so she couldn't hide it. So she said directly: "I have a prop that can call back all the souls that have been drawn away."
Aquaman: [You have new props again. By the way, Chen Chu’s call didn’t go through just now, so I sent a WeChat message.]
Aquaman was not surprised. After all, he had the experience in the Soul Locking Tower, so he had experience with Lin Yan having so many props.
Qingkong: [Have I heard of this prop before?]
Lin Yan: [You probably haven’t heard of the monk’s wooden fish, because it is part of my special ability.]
What is your special ability? Can you transform into a prop? The six groups of people had to hold back and not ask.
King of Dirt: [Are you sure your wooden fish can call back souls?]
Lin: [Sure, I just tried it and woke one up.]
As soon as Lin Xi said this, the comrades in Group 6 roughly knew what Lin Xi did during the five minutes she disappeared.
Assistant Tan: [Now that we have confirmed that Lin Xi's wooden fish is useful, we can re-plan things.]
Yes, yes, yes, plan quickly, plan quickly.
Qingkong was not in a hurry at all: [No need to plan anything, just drag it out.]
Lin Yan was stunned: [Drag?]
Qingkong: [Before the S-class psychics arrive, we can't break the barrier, so there is no point in saving people in advance, except exposing yourself. What you need to do now is to hide yourself and observe the progress of the ritual at any time to ensure that you can save people at the last moment of the ritual. Before that, the longer you delay, the better. Also, if no S-class psychics arrive by that moment, you will be in danger. So, think carefully before knocking.]
If the ceremony was disrupted at the last minute, the necromancer would be furious. Qingkong's last words were actually telling Lin Yan that she could choose not to use the wooden fish. If she used it, she would most likely die. If she didn't use it, she could live, but the tens of thousands of spectators would definitely die.
If it was him, he would have struck the wooden fish without hesitation, but the person who owned the wooden fish was Lin Yan. In the entire group of six, he and Lin Yan were the only ones who had never met, and their relationship was the most distant, so he had no way of asking Lin Yan to strike the wooden fish.
Qingkong's emotions were extremely complicated at this moment, and not only him, but also the other people in Group 6. None of them wanted Lin Yan to have an accident, but if it really came to that, should they knock the wooden fish
Lin Yan: [I’m fine, I can go out anytime. At worst I can just knock and leave. But if I leave, what if Blue Flame restarts the ritual? I can’t come back in after I go out.]
Qingkong: […]
Aquaman: […]
Dirt King: […]
Assistant Tan: […]
What the hell were they feeling so complicated just now? The guy they thought might die at any time could be out in a minute. At this moment, everyone in the six groups wanted to shout to Lin Yan in unison: Give me back the feelings I wasted.
After a long while, the King of Dirty said, "Then you can just stay here. If the time is up and the support hasn't come yet, you can go out first and leave the rest to us."
Qingkong: [You said before that the necromancer left only Jinglu behind and didn’t extract her soul?]
Lin: [Yes.]
Lin Yan had always been curious about this matter. Shouldn't a mass sacrifice ceremony be as covert as possible? Why did they leave one person alive
Qingkong: [The soul sacrifice ritual requires harvesting the soul's vitality when the soul's emotions are at their highest. This way the harvesting will be faster and smoother. The Blue Flame Necromancer left Jinglu behind, probably because he wanted Jinglu to stimulate their emotions and speed up the harvesting process.]
Lin Yan: [Should we find a way to make Jinglu stop singing? But then Jinglu will be in danger.]
Qingkong: [If possible, ask her to sing songs that are not too emotional, so as not to over-stimulate the audience’s emotions.]
This is probably difficult. You don't know those fans. Jing Lu didn't even sing anything, but they were very excited just standing there.
Lin Yan was complaining in her heart, thinking of some way to calm the audience, when Du Borong, who had been silent, suddenly went crazy and ran towards the door excitedly: "I want to go out."
"What are you doing? Sadako, drag him back." Du Borong walked very fast. Seeing that it was no time to stop him, Lin Yan could only let Sadako drag him back.
Du Borong, who was tied up and dragged back from the door, lay on the ground and struggled: "Let me out, Lulu is going to collapse."
Lin Yan was stunned, but still said seriously: "But if you go out, we will be exposed. Then not only Jing Lu will die, but everyone will die."
Du Borong was not a person who did not know the seriousness of the matter. He was too nervous when he saw Jing Lu's mood was not right. He was reminded by Lin Yan and slowly calmed down. He stopped struggling: "But Jing Lu is dying. She has depression and a serious tendency to hate the world. If she continues like this, she will commit suicide."
suicide
It was like a thunderclap in Lin's ears. The purpose of the necromancer to keep Jing Lu was not to let Jing Lu sing, but to make Jing Lu collapse and commit suicide on the stage. The audience were all Jing Lu's fans. If they witnessed their idol's suicide, their emotions would be extremely intense.
This is his purpose.
We can’t let Jinglu commit suicide.
Almost instantly, Lin Yan made a judgment: "Is there any way to contact Jing Lu on the stage?"
Although Lin Yan didn't know what the concert schedule would be like, she believed that there must be a way to connect the backstage with the stage.
"Yes, Jing Lu has an earphone on him." Du Borong also reacted, "Let me go first."
Lin Xi signaled Sadako to let go of Du Borong.
Du Borong immediately got up from the ground. He ran back to the monitor and looked at the girl in the video singing mechanically with increasingly desperate eyes. He tremblingly turned on the call function of the earphone monitor: "Lulu."
On the stage, Jing Lu paused in playing the piano and the music stopped abruptly.
"Why did you stop?" Mr. Zhai's gloomy voice sounded again. He could feel that Jing Lu's emotions were almost reaching their peak, and he would definitely collapse in a little while.
"Don't act abnormal. Just listen to what I say." Du Borong said quickly.
On the stage, Jing Lu didn't say anything, but just started playing the piano again, continuing the unfinished song.
"We still have a chance to save the fans below." Du Borong followed Lin Yan's instructions and conveyed them to Jing Lu one sentence at a time. "The other party left you alone because he wanted to force you to commit suicide. Because once you die on the stage, the fans below will be greatly stimulated, and he can quickly harvest all the souls. So, Lulu, you must not collapse."
On the monitor, Jing Lu was still singing, but Lin Ping could see from the camera that the dullness in Jing Lu's eyes slowly faded away, becoming bright, and she even nodded slightly.
She was telling Du Borong in the background that she knew what to do.
"Hurry, ask her to try to choose songs that don't have much emotional fluctuation." Lin Xi didn't talk to Jing Lu directly because she felt that at this time, Du Borong's voice would have the greatest soothing effect on Jing Lu.
"People outside already know about our situation here, but we still need time to prepare, so what we have to do now is to delay time as much as possible. Don't be too emotional when you sing, and try to sing more dryly, so that the audience's emotions cannot be mobilized, and the other party will reap the rewards more slowly." Du Borong said.
Lin Yan listened and suddenly had a feeling of enlightenment. Isn't it true? As long as the singer sings without emotion, the audience will naturally not resonate. This is much better than her previous method, and there is no need to deliberately select songs.
On the stage, Jing Lu perfectly executed Du Borong's words, and her singing gradually became dry. The voice was still the same, the song was still the same, and Jing Lu's singing was not out of tune, but the song suddenly didn't sound good.
"What is this you are singing?" The speed at which the sickle was harvesting vitality was slowing down, and Mr. Zhai noticed it immediately.
Jing Lu was so scared that she stopped singing and stood on the stage trembling.
"Sing, sing well, otherwise I will kill your audience right now, just like now." As he said this, the sickle in the air cut down again.
Suddenly, tens of thousands of souls below were like shadows of paintings wrinkled by the wind. After a while of swaying, they became more transparent, as if they would disappear in the wind at any time.
Jing Lu's eyes immediately revealed tension and despair. She wanted to open her mouth to speak, but then realized something and held back her words. She could only glance vaguely at the camera on the stage.
Du Borong immediately understood what Jing Lu meant. He turned around and asked Lin Yan, "What if the other party threatens her with the audience?"
Lin Xi had already moved the computer over and told her what happened right away.
The one who knew the sacrificial ritual best among the six groups was Qingkong, who quickly replied: [Don't worry about it, don't care about the number of times you harvest. The effectiveness of the sickle's harvest depends on the soul's mood. If the soul's mood is too high, it can harvest the soul in five or six strokes. But if the mood is not high enough, it may take ten or even more.]
Lin Xi immediately said to Du Borong: "Don't worry about the sickle, it's just a bluff. The most important thing is to control your emotions."
Du Borong immediately conveyed Lin Xi's meaning.
On the stage, Jing Lu was completely relieved and obediently started singing again, but the song was still soulless.
"Shut up!" Mr. Zhai was angry, like a veteran fan who bought a pirated CD. "Aren't you a singing queen? Where are your singing skills?"
“I’m… sorry, I… I’m just… too scared.” Jing Lu’s body shrank and trembled, but through the monitor Lin Xi could see the determined light in her eyes.
Jing Lu was not afraid at all, she was acting. Jing Lu was afraid before because Lan Yan's people threatened her with the 10,000 spectators in the stadium. But at this moment, these spectators were no longer a threat to her. Her resistance could help these spectators. So what was there for her to be afraid of? What could Lan Yan threaten her with? Kill her? But death was something she wanted most.
At this moment, Jing Lu is no longer afraid of anything.
"For the first time... I saw light in her eyes." Du Borong stared at the determined girl in the monitor, and an indescribable emotion grew in his heart.
"If we can all survive, maybe her illness will be cured." Lin Xi said sincerely.
"Yes, I will." Du Borong nodded heavily, his voice full of hope.
"Then you continue to comfort Jinglu here, and remember not to expose yourself." Lin Xi said.
"I will." Du Borong nodded, then looked at Lin Yan in surprise, "What about you?"
"I'll go check the situation." Lin Xi said.
Just now, through the information collected by various parties, the six groups worked together to infer a new conclusion. That is, the barrier that seals the gymnasium is likely to be a barrier prop called "Umbrella of the God".
Qingkong: [Although Blue Flame has many experts, it is unlikely that two S-level psychics will be dispatched to carry out a terrorist attack, not to mention that an S-level psychic has also appeared on the northern border, so the probability that the barrier in the stadium is the Umbrella of the God is very high.]
Assistant Tan: [The Umbrella of the God was originally a prop of the official organization of Country M. During a terrorist attack, the Umbrella of the God was stolen by the Blue Flame Organization, and then became a prop of the Blue Flame. To open the Umbrella of the God, someone needs to tell it a joke, and the joke cannot be repeated. So the method to close the barrier is very simple, find the Umbrella of the God, and tell it a repeated joke.]
Is this true? Lin Yan was stunned: [Is this too childish?]
Assistant Tan: [It is a chuuni umbrella.]
Is this the correct way to open an S-level item? What can she say? Anyway, this child is not her own, so we can just watch and have fun, right
Lin: [Then I will go find this umbrella.]
Qingkong: [Pay attention to the surveillance, there must be someone from Lanyan in the monitoring room.]
This is a police officer's intuition.
Assistant Tan: [Be careful.]
Lin Yan: [Don't worry, I'll be fine.]
Assistant Tan: [I know you will be fine, but if you come out, there will be no one to knock on the wooden fish.]
Hey, even if you think so in your heart, do you need to say it directly? She felt that since she knew she could leave the venue at any time, her colleagues in the group no longer loved her.
Lin Yan left the backstage and groped her way into the gymnasium. She kept Qingkong's warning in mind and tried not to expose herself to surveillance.
But there are surveillance cameras everywhere in this gymnasium. It is difficult for her to even go to the toilet, so how can she find the Chuuni Umbrella
Just when Lin Yan was in a dilemma, a crazy laugh suddenly came from the silent corridor: "Hahahahaha, this is so funny."
Could this be, could it be, the umbrella of the middle school student who loves to hear jokes
Lin Xi was just guessing when suddenly a man's voice came from afar. The voice was a little hoarse, as if he had talked too much. The voice was not as loud as the previous laughter, but Lin Xi could still hear it clearly: "A street vendor selling watermelons was shouting that if you don't know him, you don't have to pay. I walked over to look at him and confirmed that I didn't know him, so I picked up two watermelons and left."
Lin Yan: “…”
“Hahahahaha, that’s so funny.”
I think you're funnier.
Although she was complaining in her heart, Lin Yan still remembered the joke and planned to tell it again when she had the chance. Although the joke was a bit embarrassing, it was the password to close the barrier.
Lin Yan found a blind spot where the surveillance camera was not working, took out the computer, turned it on, and explained the situation in the group: [I found the Chuuni Umbrella, and successfully memorized a joke it had heard.]
King of Dirty: [So smooth?] It doesn’t seem to fit Lin Xi’s unlucky character.
Lin Yan: [It laughs so loudly that it's hard not to notice.]
At the same time, on the northern border of China.
The northern border at this time seemed to have just experienced an earthquake. The originally barren but relatively intact land was now covered with deep cracks, like a spider web, covering the entire earth.
In the center of the spider web, on a huge rock, an earth-type mutant in a black robe was pierced through the chest by an ancient red-green spear and nailed to the ground.
"I... didn't set foot in China." The earth-type mutant stared at Chen Chu unwillingly. He had never thought of going to war with Chen Chu. He just came here to stand there and delay time.
"So what?" Chen Chu said coldly, "Rules must be followed by the weak, but for the strong, they just want to follow them."
After saying that, Chen Chu pulled out his spear without any emotion. Blood gushed out from the boulder and seeped into the ground.
(End of this chapter)