MTL - The Old Gods Are Whispering-Chapter 25 Are you scared?

  Chapter 25 Are you scared?

  Across the street from Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School, there was a black Mercedes parked.

  Deacon Nie was sitting on the co-pilot, holding a tablet computer in his hand. On the screen was a map monitored by the Eye of Horus satellite. There were a total of 14 blue punctuation points, all of which were the action specialists he had arranged.

  Although they are all newcomers, they are well-trained, and without exception, they are all second-order.

   Magician's danger prediction, the principle is to sense the hostility of enemies stronger than oneself.

   Therefore, the accumulation of quantity can completely circumvent this perception ability.

   There is also a red dot displayed on the screen. He has been moving aimlessly around the school all day today. The logic of his behavior is very weird. Those who don’t know think he is swiping his WeChat steps.

   "What's he doing swaying like this?"

  Deacon Nie frowned displeasedly: "If you attract the attention of the clown, you will suffer."

From the zenith of the car window, a lazy Yu Jie's voice sounded: "What if you are looking for a clown? After all, that child is quite smart. From the information given by Taixu, it is not difficult to guess that the clown and his gang are always watching with him."

  Lu Zijin sat on the roof of the car, holding a strawberry cone, licking and licking.

  Like a naive little girl.

  Deacon Nie's expression was not good, and he snorted coldly: "Who does he think he is? We have dispatched so many experts from the task force but they can't find the clown, so he can find it? It's just fantastic."

   At the same time, the red dot displayed on the screen has entered the cafeteria.

  Thirteen green dots were also wandering around the cafeteria.

   "But no matter what, the blood moon massacre will be over after today."

  Deacon Nie showed a determined smile: "None of these damned degenerates can escape."

  Lu Zijin said flatly: "It's too disgraceful to use a newcomer as bait."

Deacon Nie's smile froze, and his eyes turned cold: "Gu Jianlin has a special status. If he wants to join the Ether Association, he must prove his innocence. He is talented enough to take on important tasks, so he has to accept the test. This is also a kind of cultivation. , if he can really kill a clown, then he is a unique genius, so what if the two mythical weapons are given to him?"

   "If he can't, but as long as he proves his innocence, he can still join the association."

  He paused: "I think, I have been very tolerant to him."

  Lu Zijin sneered secretly.

   It sounds nice, but the child's safety is ignored.

   But it doesn't matter, as long as Lu Zi is present, the child will not be in any danger.

   At this moment, the map on the tablet computer was suddenly swept by a red light.

  In the intercom, an urgent voice sounded.

   "Spiritual fluctuation detected!"

   "Severe spiritual pollution, deep distortion!"

   "Wave source... the first floor of Fengcheng No. 2 Middle East cafeteria!"

   Dead silence.

  On the roof of the car, Lu Zijin squinted her beautiful eyes, looked in the direction of Fengcheng No. 2 Middle School, and suddenly smiled.

  Deacon Nie's face was stiff, and after a second of silence, he ordered in a cold voice.

   "Activate Fengduluo Realm!"

  He said: "The mission begins!"

  I saw the school cafeteria in the distance, lit up with a dim light.

   Bang bang bang bang!

  With the cafeteria as the center, in the four directions of southeast, northwest, and at the same time, there is a pitch-black vajra, which pierces through the ground with a loud shattering sound, and lights up a dark curtain of light that soars to the sky, splicing together.

   Barrier-type mythical weaponry, Fengduluojie!

  Using the four-handed Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle as the boundary, the shrouded reality will temporarily become a foreign land. Only those who have sublimated spirituality can observe the internal things and have the qualification to pass through the barrier.

  Ordinary people, like a ghost hitting a wall, cannot pass through the barrier no matter what.

  This mythical armed force has been handed down since ancient times, and there are as many as thirteen sets, each of which is equipped with it.

   It is also the standard equipment for the Ether Association to perform tasks in the urban area.

  A commissioner dressed as a teacher, carrying a suitcase, walked forward indifferently, holding the walkie-talkie and said:

   "As the captain, I give an order... the operation begins, plan A is implemented, all departments please pay attention!"

  He ordered: "Get ready, break the door!"

  Led by the captain, a total of thirteen commissioners rushed away like galloping sharp arrows.

   Finally, a fat man in a school uniform emerged from the grass.

   "Hey, two mythic weapons?"

  Cheng Youyu rubbed his hands excitedly: "Young master accepted it today."

  As the last person in the team, he charged like a porcupine, and the ground trembled slightly.

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  The night seemed to be boiling.

  Gu Jianlin calmly looked at the person across the table, and then glanced at the clock hanging on the wall of the cafeteria.

  6:05, there are still fifty-five minutes before the time for the canteen master and Dafan aunt to go to work.

  Although the school cafeteria is very dark, it is obvious that they want to cut the leeks of the students, but it is better not to implicate them as much as possible.

  Fifty-five minutes to resolve the battle.

enough.

"how did you find me?"

  After the clown froze for a long time, he slowly raised his head, with an ordinary public face, with a stick of dough hanging from the corner of his mouth, he said inexplicably, "How dare you find me?"

Gu Jian said expressionlessly: "As long as it exists, it will leave traces. Whether you use mythical weapons or supernatural abilities, it may help you evade the exploration of supernatural means, but it cannot help you wipe away the traces." Get rid of the traces you left in this world. At least the thing you are using doesn't have this effect yet."

  The clown was silent for a few seconds and put down his chopsticks.

   "Even so, the Ether Association and the Tribunal did not use conventional means to find me."

  He asked curiously: "So many experts and detectives of the task force couldn't find me, how did you do it?"

  Gu Jianlin said lightly: "They can't do it, but it doesn't mean I can't do it."

   Impeccable answer.

   "Excellent. During this time, people around you said you were crazy, but you seem to have inherited your father's talent."

  The clown gave a thumbs up and sneered: "But you know what? After I fell, I was almost killed by your father. As a reward for finding me, you can die more painfully later."

  Gu Jianlin smiled silently.

   Sure enough, this group of people has been watching by his side for a long time.

  The clown licked his lips and asked again: "Then how dare you come in front of me?"

   "I just want to ask you something."

  Gu Jianlin raised his eyes and said softly, "And...you have nothing to be afraid of."

   Zizi.

  The lights on the ceiling above the head flickered, and a ray of light flashed faintly.

  In an instant, the clown's face was in the shadows, so eerie and weird, the corners of his mouth gradually curled up.

   almost grin to the ear.

   "Actually, you should be afraid. Even if you have already completed the awakening with a high probability, the Ether Association should have told you how dangerous I am. Let me guess, your confidence comes from the Association?"

He sneered and said: "Do you really think that the Aether Association is willing to help you? Don't you know who you are? If they value you, they can't use you to lure me into the bait. You know, you are Gu Ci'an son of a fallen man. In a world where there is sunshine, you will always bear this shame, and you will never be able to lift your head up for the rest of your life."

"So what?"

  Gu Jianlin's eyes were very cold: "A person who is dying, there is no need to worry about the affairs of the living."

   Either clown.

   Or someone else.

  In his script, they come one by one, and none of them can escape.

   "I didn't expect you to be very arrogant, but as a newcomer, what you should do is to make up more lessons."

The clown raised a finger and smiled: "Everyone understands that the villain dies because of talking too much, but the way of the magician is an exception. For the magician, every look, every movement, and every word are important. Fight. After today, you and your family will pay very dearly for your stupidity."

  He said: "Because you are just a bait. As a bait, you foolishly took the bait."

   Gu Jianlin said expressionlessly, "Have you finished your nonsense?"

  The clown looked at him with pity, and sighed softly: "I really don't know what to do."

   For a moment, Gu Jianlin's eyes were dark and dark, and whispers sounded in his ears, making him feel like he was floating in the clouds, his whole body was numb and drowsy.

   Hypnotism!

  The reason why the clown talks so much is that he is using language and movements, and even changes in his eyes, to exert psychological hints.

   In the application of hypnosis, the clown is more skilled than Li Changzhi.

   "Go to sleep, have a good sleep, you are already very tired..."

  The clown's voice was eerie and deep, like a lullaby of a dark wind: "Just like your dead father, sleep forever."

  When Gu Jianlin heard these words, deep in his dark pupils, it seemed that an ancient and majestic black unicorn had awakened!

  Golden vertical pupils, burning blazingly!

  The clown was slightly taken aback, as if he had a bad premonition.

   "Shut up."

  Gu Jianlin violently grabbed the unfinished bowl of noodles and slammed it on his head!

  Noodles and noodle soup were all over his face, dripping down.

  The clown roared angrily, and tore off the steel bowl on his head.

  At this time, Gu Jianlin had already pulled out the Desert Eagle from his waist, loaded it skillfully, took aim, and pulled the trigger!

  He had practiced this movement thousands of times last night.

   Bang bang bang!

  Three rounds muffled, and the muzzle of the gun was silenced by alchemy technology, making only the sound similar to the impact of a basketball.

   However, the three bullets were all empty.

  After hearing the sound of the Desert Eagle being loaded, the clown reacted instantly. Originally, he was still sitting on the chair, but the next moment he exploded into a cloud of smoke and disappeared in place.

   Teleportation.

  If a normal person lost his target in such a dim environment, he would definitely panic.

  Gu Jianlin was unusually quiet, and without looking back, he raised his hand sideways like lightning and pulled the trigger.

   With a bang, a dagger stabbed at his back was sent flying by the kinetic energy of the bullet.

   He twisted his waist again, adjusted the muzzle, and pulled the trigger.

   Another two merciless shots!

  The flash of the muzzle flashed away.

   There was a hoarse, suppressed moan of pain in the dark night.

   Blood spattered to the floor.

  The clown clutched his bleeding shoulder with an expression of disbelief all over his face.

  As if completely unable to understand the scene that happened just now.

  He is a second-level magician, facing a zero-level newcomer, the hypnotism has failed!

   Moreover, the young man in front of him actually predicted his position in advance and adjusted the muzzle of his gun.

   Therefore, he was able to seize the fleeting moment and flick his dagger away.

   Frightened, he once again used teleportation to change positions and tactics.

   Unexpectedly, he was shot directly.

  The most shocking thing is that this young man has never used supernatural powers from the beginning to the end!

   "Confused?"

  Gu Jianlin said coldly: "Why don't you guess now, why do I have to talk to you so much?"

  The clown froze.

  The answer to this question is simple.

  The reason why Gu Jianlin talked so much to him was to perfect the other person's personality portrait.

  The more complete the personality portrait, the better he understands each other.

   Then control the other party's psychology.

  Every movement, every expression.

   Subtle changes in eyes, breathing frequency and rhythm.

   can reveal inner thoughts.

  Included in the silence, the rhythm of the clown's life is as sharp and piercing as fingernails scratching a blackboard. Such an uncomfortable noise is too obvious, and it is impossible to ignore it.

  By analyzing this information, Gu Jianlin can predict the opponent's actions in advance.

   Do this kind of miracle that is almost like a prophet!

   "I said, you shouldn't have revealed so much information to me."

Gu Jianlin shrugged his shoulders: "Your ability to resist blows is good. It should be because you have self-harmed yourself before and you are used to pain. And you have learned mixed martial arts for a while, you should be trained by the Aether Association, right? I am not as good as you in these two points. But, The longer we fight, the more I understand you."

  The clown clutched his bleeding left shoulder, his facial expression twisted, and his eyes were extremely cold.

   "Six o'clock in the afternoon the day after tomorrow? Sorry, I can't wait that long."

  Gu Jianlin held a pistol in his left hand, picked up a chair with his right hand, and walked up it expressionlessly.

   "Where's your mythical weapon? Don't you want to use it? Next, I will guess every move you make."

  The boy's eyes seemed to be looking at a dead person with cold eyes: "The one who should be afraid is you."

  (end of this chapter)