Leaving the world of dreams, although Nightmare still maintains the appearance of Jenkins, Alexia believes that as long as Jenkins is willing to speak, she will be able to prove her identity. This is her trust in him. But at this moment, no one was able to speak. After thinking about it, I knew that the difference machine had been prepared, and nothing would give Jenkins a chance to talk to his nightmare.
"That way, even if Jenkins gestures to me, the fake one will imitate it."
Sure enough, the two Jenkins moved almost at the same time. It was a very gentle movement of stroking their shoulders, that is, touching chocolate. But the two are almost the same, and Nightmare's speed can keep up with Jenkins.
Alexia thought about it, but instead of taking back the huge and complex pattern that gradually covered the entire Baihui Sacrificial Field under her feet, she pulled the force again to arouse the power of the right wrist bracelet.
The bracelet resonates and spontaneously looks for the owner of the love, but fails to distinguish the real Jenkins.
"Which of you can draw a small cake?"
The power of falsehood was consumed a lot, and finally he was able to speak. Alexia didn't use her strength to make the two Jenkins talk, but asked a question.
This was the first time she spoke since she came to this strange place, and the cold voice even startled herself. Shorter ladies don't like this kind of power, it's all mathematical, it's all emotionless. Maybe she would have done so if she hadn't met Jenkins, but now she has a better choice, so she doesn't miss the power at this moment.
The two Jenkins took out their pencils together and drew the exact same cake. The cake became a reality under the creation pencil, and flew to Alexia, she nodded:
"It's exactly the same, so there is only one way left."
The mortal god said, let the continuously flowing power explode completely, and the mathematical formula in the geometric pattern under the feet moves towards the two Jenkins, forming a method similar to a mystical imprisonment, and firmly fixing Jenkins in place. Both Jenkins tried to struggle, but stopped moving after finding that they couldn't break free for a short time.
In fact, even if Jenkins can't speak, Alexia has other ways to identify him. But she was impatient. After a comprehensive comparison, the simplest method was the most practical.
Then, Alexia let the materials taken out of Jenkins' backpack floating behind her fly towards her. The first is a glass jar filled with water. Blue flames appear below the jar, and the first to fly out are the two glass bottles that are the basic ritual materials. They seem to be manipulated by invisible hands. The canned powder is sprinkled into:
"Sugar and Spice."
Sugar and spices entered the water in the jar, and under the heat of the fire, as Alexia sang, the transparent water in the glass jar turned into a dreamlike color. Then, the two small cakes drawn by the two Jenkins also flew into the jar, and then melted like ice meeting fire:
"Plus some nice stuff."
The liquid in the heated jar turned into colorful colors. ** Spontaneously spun counterclockwise, but not a single drop came out.
"Don't forget about the mysterious unknown J."
Alexia put Jenkins's hair, which she collected from her pillow, into the tinted pot of hair.
Immediately, the blue flame called by her rushed upwards, completely wrapping the side of the jar. The flame escaped from Alexia's control and turned into a deep black.
"Cook with the utmost passion."
Alexia gently slid the tip of her right index finger on her fair left wrist, and two drops of red blood fell into the jar, and a sweet scent wafted out immediately.
"When the fire is just right—"
Alexia's voice was steady and cold. She hates herself like this. Although she said "mathematics can calculate everything" when she first met Jenkins, she has long seen the limitations of this sentence. at this road. She knows what is better and knows how to cherish everything in her life. She knew that the appearance of Jenkins gave herself a better choice, and she did not allow anyone to take him away.
"Dangerous cat—"
"Meow?"
From nowhere came the meowing of a cat.
"It will appear before your eyes."
White smoke emerged from the mouth of the jar containing the gunpowder, and afterward, a black and white kitten jumped out of the colored gunk in the glass jar. Its paw kicked the pot, and the whole cat flew into the air, and then opened its mouth, swallowing the pot and the black flames. When he fell from the air due to gravity, he burped in satisfaction.
"Which one is the real Jenkins?"
Alexia reached out and caught the cat she called, pinching its waist and hugging it. The black and white kitten slipped out of the short lady's hand as smoothly as water, ran along her arm to her shoulder, then jumped from the shoulder to the top of the head, stretched out its head and shrugged its nose to sniff:
"Meow!"
Chocolate's little paw pointed to the one on the right, and then jumped from the top of Alexia's head to the white ash on the ground. After landing lightly, he rushed towards Jenkins excitedly, leaving a small string of cat footprints on the white ash.
Alexia didn't let go of the real Jenkins on the right until the chocolate actually jumped onto the right Jenkins' shoulder.
Jenkins regained his right to move, breathed a sigh of relief, and controlled the chocolate on his shoulder to stop it from licking his face. He also gains the ability to speak again as the chocolate falls on his shoulders:
"I'm here, I'm here, it's all right."
While patting the cute cat, he whispered comfort.
This is the easiest way Alexia thinks. Chocolate can't smell Jenkins wrong, everyone knows that.
But she had no time to take care of this "warm" scene. Alexia mobilized all the formula characters under her feet to the feet of Jenkins, who was transformed into a nightmare. After confirming that he had leaked his identity, the fake Jenkins melted away like colored plasticine.
Alexia had seen the introduction of the long-disappeared "Ooze Slime" in the book, and that thing probably looked like this. It's just that although the appearance of Nightmare is mud, its color is colorful black.
That black color seems to contain all illusions, it is the color of a deep dream.
"Can you control it? Also, why are you here? It's very dangerous here."
Jenkins finally calmed down the emotional chocolate, and then asked Alexia.
"No problem, can't you see my current state? Controlling it is just the limit of the power I can mobilize."
Alexia replied, wanting to hug Jenkins, but couldn't do so just yet:
"Don't hug me now, I have to concentrate on dealing with this thing. In the future, we will have plenty of time to hug each other."
"Alexia, this is the most beautiful love story you ever said to me."
Jenkins couldn't help but said, the short lady smiled, and looked at the controlled mud together with Jenkins. It's not time for jokes and flirtations before this thing is dealt with.