"He opens the path of reincarnation from life to death, not unclean, but not clean, he represents the beginning of a cycle, all power comes from the unknown, so neither fiery fire nor icy water can kill him He likes all novelty things. At the same time, the original magician represents a kind of person who is good at performing. He has a certain desire for performance in his bones. Began to crave the eyes of others, and every move has a hint of a strong desire to be applauded by others."
Huang Jinchen was hit with a single shot, and as usual, he burrowed into the bushes without his head, and quickly evacuated.
He never has to confirm whether he hit the target or not, every trajectory is in his mind, and he doesn't need to look at it, just like people don't need to turn on the light to look in the mirror or put food into their nostrils, those are his body's part.
No exceptions, no off-targets.
The flame burst into the shape of a flower on the magician's body, as if he was shot on purpose, and Huang Jinchen who shot was just one of his unexpected assistants.
But no matter how beautiful his performance is, there is no audience. The only audience has limited curiosity. He didn't even give him a look. The magician seems to have put on makeup, adjusted his expression, and suddenly opened the curtain, but he didn't see it. Like a clown in the audience, standing alone in the blooming spark.
The flaming crow quickly surrounded him, but in the next moment it turned into a pile of lifeless confetti, which fell from him one by one, and was swept away by the wind along with the ashes.
The magician instinctively chased out.
"He is just a playing card, no matter how powerful it looks, all projections originate from the girl's understanding of the playing card itself, and unconditional obedience to this special consciousness subject, there will be no complicated emotions like human beings, his brain There is only simple logic in it, he doesn’t feel anger and fear, and if he has feelings, he probably only has curiosity and desire to show.”
Huang Jinchen is an amazing person, no matter from which level.
The Seed Project has been deeply buried in the ground, and no one knows where the genes of those children who have survived cruel experiments and survived like normal people come from, or... whether they come from humans.
In many cases, Huang Jinchen is an existence that can easily surpass people physically and psychologically. Although a magician can hover in the air, fly, move quickly, and even have a lot of paper minions to find his way, he can It's just that Huang Jinchen can't be caught. Only every time he thinks he has lost someone and stops, the shadow of the other party will flash past from a corner, shoot a cold gun, and hit him or a large group of people. crow.
"Instinctively, he hates narrow places and won't go to a dead end. At this time, however, the airtightness of a certain space is what we need, so we need a little bit of induction."
Huang Jinchen stopped at a small intersection, turned around, and the magician stopped, only three meters away from him.
The two faced each other silently for a while, and Qin Qin's order began to overwhelm the magician's instinct—kill the person in front of him.
All the roses on him began to wither and turn into lilies—"Those white flowers represent the end, but the magician's role has always been the performer, the opener, the guide, and he doesn't murder, which makes this The cards are sad—that's the conflict between the paranoid master of the tarot and the cards."
The distance of three meters was enough for Huang Jinchen to see clearly. The pupils of the strangely dressed man in front of him seemed to be suffering from some strange disease. They quickly changed their colors, sometimes red, and then back to blue. Then the magician suddenly stretched out his hand, the withered rose vines wrapped around his pen, and black flowers bloomed on it. The small thorns on the flower vines were as sharp as thorns, and they rushed towards Huang Jinchen like a beast. Huang Jinchen did not hesitate to get in. In the small alley, sticking to the wall to avoid, the flower vine swept away, and when it slammed down for the second time, Huang Jinchen fired a shot in an orderly manner.
Then, like a sophisticated computer, he grabbed the top of the wall, hoisted himself up with strong arms, arched his shoulders, and drilled under the fire dragon exactly as he was agile, with just a single strand of hair attached to it. Before the fire was ignited, a whistle sounded in the distance.
The crow, who was attracted to the madness by the firelight, blocked his sight. The magician was distracted, but Huang Jinchen disappeared from his sight again.
At this moment, a clapping sound suddenly came from the depths of the alley, and Kou Tong walked out of it step by step. He put on a pair of white gloves unhurriedly, the hem of his long trench coat was dragged by the wind, and the broken hair was on the bridge of his nose. He tilted his head slightly, and the strand of hair fell into the corner of his eye. The same color as the pupil - pitch black as night.
He walked at the junction of dawn and dawn, and his body seemed to be covered with a layer of mist.
The magician looked at him and automatically executed the master Qin Qin's second order to "catch Kou Tong", so he gave up tracking Huang Jinchen, like the first time, he maintained a very inhuman posture, the whole person He floated three feet into the air, bowed gracefully, made an inviting gesture, turned and walked back.
"This card is not good at violence. If he has some kind of aggression, he is actually better at deception and seduction. Any tool has its strengths and weaknesses, and the best user may not be able to do anything. But at least I know how to make the best use of everything, how to make the tools work together to complement each other, obviously, for a woman who has been indulging in delusions and has not received a lot of education, this is a bit difficult."
The magician walked for a while, but found that Kou Tong hadn't followed. When he turned around, he saw the man standing quietly in the depths of the alley, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, watching his back indifferently.
The magician became puzzled, turned around hesitantly, and took a step forward, but probably because he didn't like the bottomless path behind Kou Tong, he only took a small step and said softly, "We The master asks you to go back."
Kou Tong did not speak, but stared at the magician with a mysterious smile.
Under the influence of the master's will, the crow fell to the wall, looking at Kou Tong with bright red eyes. It looked a little scary, but Kou Tong didn't care. Even a crow fell on his shoulder, he actually He also touched the crow's head, but unfortunately the moment his fingers touched the crow, the thing turned into a piece of paper.
Kou Tong caught the black paper cut into the shape of a crow, folded it a few times, rolled the edge of the paper, and then turned into the shape of a flower. The magician finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and walked forward again. One step, he carefully looked at Kou Tong's slender and flexible fingers.
The back of Kou Tong's hand suddenly closed, blocking the magician's vision, and then quickly moved away—the paper flower in his hand disappeared, turning into a real flower that seemed to be still bubbling with dew.
The magician was stunned—even though it was just a little magic, he still felt challenged.
At this time, the lilies and roses on his body seemed to be competing for each other's territory, blooming in large areas, decaying, changing, and getting faster and faster.
He imitated Kou Tong's movements, pinched a crow, turned it into a piece of paper, then pinched a flower in his hand, and shook it again, turning the fake flower into a real flower. The magician held the flower and looked up at Kou Tong, but Kou Tong smiled and shook his head, turned and walked into the alley.
Denied by the audience!
The magician chased after him without hesitation. As Kou Tong suddenly turned a corner, a dazzling light came from the corner.
He was shocked and stepped back, and at this time, a basin of water suddenly poured down on his head, and the magician was shocked, and one person called out: "He Xiaozhi!"
Before he could react to what these three words meant, the magician suddenly emptied his feet and fell straight down.
Huang Jinchen immediately poured down the prepared basin of sand, and perfectly mixed the water into mud. The "mirror" that appeared briefly was broken like this, and the time was stuck perfectly.
Kou Tong stuck his head out and compared his thumb to the corner of the wall where the mirror was placed: "Good job boy!"
He Xiaozhi came out timidly: "I... I don't know, is he gone?"
"Look." Kou Tong pointed to the sky.
Permeating the sky over the whole city, the crows that covered the sky all turned into paper, and slowly floated down. From the ground, it was like a heavy black goose feather snow fell - but before they fell to the ground, they fell. All turned to ashes and blown away by the wind.
"The mirror is still over there, we can go take a look." Kou Tong said, touched the back of He Xiaozhi's head, and led him to the direction where the mirror was erected.
"Wait!" The neglected Huang Jinchen suddenly stopped him, looked at Kou Tong aggrievedly, and pointed to the tip of his nose, "What about me? You haven't praised me yet!"
"Good job Rhubarb!" Kou Tong stretched out his hand, intending to do the same gesture as his thumb, but looking at Huang Jinchen's dazed expression, he suddenly felt unhappy that he had followed his wishes, so he temporarily changed his fingers to become a middle finger.
"My errands have never been smashed." Huang Jinchen sat on the wall, dangling his legs and looked at Kou Tong condescendingly, "Although I know you want to propose a pillow seat, don't be so straightforward, baby."
Then he quickly jumped down from the wall, followed Kou Tong cheerfully, grabbed his shoulders the moment he entered the mirror, and walked sticky on top of him and walked into Laotian's farm.
The magician has been turned into a card, lying quietly in the field, on the other side of the mirror.
Kou Tong picked up the cards, tore them into shreds, and whispered to the other two, "Let's go back, don't disturb Laotian."
Without the crow, the circuit can be overhauled at dawn, just in time to take a nap, and when they fix the incoming call, they can almost start analyzing the signal received by the control box.
The familiar sense of time travel came, and the three returned home cautiously.
He Xiaozhi suddenly asked: "I... actually don't quite understand, why did he become a card when he got there?" "Because according to Lao Yao's analysis, the magician's power comes from the unknown, and the second timeline , happens to be the place to kill the 'unknown', where there is no life and everything is eternal." Kou Tong said.
"But Laotian and Huanhuan, and those flowers... Aren't they life?"
"Life is a kind of impermanence," Kou Tong patted his shoulder. "What is eternal can never be called life."