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"Of course, this woman is the representative of "holiness and purity". Those filthy things that come into contact with her blood will naturally be purified." The little fat man said, a little smugness could be heard in his tone.

"Come on, it's that simple, do you know how difficult it is to find the location of the invasion!" The black-haired man yelled angrily, pointing to the obvious scratches on his clothes: "Look here! Look here! If it weren't for the new guy whose name is...what's his name, anyway, the guy with a hard-to-pronounce name is good at shooting, and now I'm a fucking meatball."

"Ah, well, it's really hard for our captain! Anyway, the abnormal characteristics are almost researched now, and the protective clothing will be mass-produced in the future, so you don't need your Omega team to run around the world, right!" Little The fat man laughed at the side: "Oh, by the way, this new S-level anomaly doesn't have a name yet. I can afford one, and I can't call it number every time... How about just calling it... .”

"How about 'Dark Realm'!" A female voice cut in.

Everyone looked in that direction. A well-dressed woman exuded the lazy and luxurious atmosphere of classical aristocrats. She looked only in her 30s, but everyone present knew that this woman had to be with the most conservative age. The old man in the robe was almost there, but at this moment, she was walking gracefully down the steps of the main entrance of the bar, holding a notebook with a black pen clipped on it.

"Heijing? Whatever you want, just have a name." The black-haired man said indifferently, then stood up, found a chair, and leaned back tiredly: "Then everyone is here, let's start, I heard , you want to come up with something again?"

He said, and looked at the little fat man.

The voice just fell.

"I object. The product of dimension realization is too dangerous. This proposal must be terminated immediately, permanently." The old man immediately stated his attitude.

"Oh, is it too dangerous? If there is no woman with wings, how would you deal with this 'dark realm' anomaly? Watch it swallow everything bit by bit?" The little fat man sneered.

Followed by.

"But it seems that this is just the beginning, like a gamble, the first game will always give you some sweetness, see what you get in the second game, a lunatic who can't be caught, can't be killed, and can enter and exit other people's minds at will. ....." The woman said lightly, seeming to agree with the old man.

Unexpectedly, the little fat man smiled slightly: "I was worried that no one would mention this matter. In fact, I have already thought of a way to contain him."

Everyone was stunned.

The little fat man didn't hold back, and said directly: "Employee!"

"people?"

"Yes, use a person as a containment room, or directly call it a carrier, preferably a lunatic, who has the same smell as that guy, and then let him invade this person's mind. When he is having fun, we will use this The human mind is sealed."

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and looked at the little fat man with an expression of looking at a fool.

"What are you talking about? If we could let him stay in a person's mind, we would have done that long ago, but you also know that he is a purely spiritual body, hypnotized, brain-dead, psychotoxin, vegetative, amnestic, we No one can do anything about him, even if he kills the carrier, then he will be replaced by another person." The black-haired man said with a dull face: "Now how much do we need to consume every day to satisfy him?"

"There are about 120 volunteers every day. During this period of time, he has almost used up the volunteers we have reserved over the years. It is estimated that it will not be long before we have to go around looking for death row prisoners with contracts like a century ago. Signed." The woman said helplessly.

"Okay, okay." The little fat man waved his hand and interrupted the other party: "Of course I know this, so, this time, I need someone who can really suppress him..." The little fat man looked superior Said: "That's why I want to apply for another implementation of the 'Dimensional Realization' experiment——realized product:...sense!"

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Chapter -3 Once upon a time story three

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Maybe it's a word from a certain being in the legend... "Let there be light".Vertex Updates Fastest

Since then, 'light' seems to be the beginning of all stories. It illuminates the world, breeds life, and turns the still second hand to make everything start to turn.

So, with this light that is not dazzling, but also impossible to look directly at...he appeared.

Like the previous few times, a humanoid body, fairly tall, with a hooked nose and a slightly wider chin, this is a Western face, wearing a large windbreaker and a deerstalker hat.

This man...is the embodiment of reason, order, and omniscience. Of course, he is not these simple words, but a concept of fusion, an existence that floated in this world before we appeared , it is difficult to use any words to describe him, but everyone present knows what he is.

So...everyone looked at him cautiously.

until he opened his eyes.

"Where is this?" the man asked, with a very standard London accent, thick but fast.Immediately afterwards, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment, as if he was puzzled by the fact that he was making a sound... Then it was the vision of his eyes, he looked around, stroked his face with his hands, and felt the tenderness between the skin. Touch, the chest is constantly rising and falling, enjoying the feeling of air flowing into the lungs.

Each of them looks almost like this when they appear. For a pure idea without 'life' and '**', as long as they can feel "doubt" itself, it is enough to make them feel at a loss.

"Hello!" The fat man was the first person to say hello again. As the initiator and person in charge of the "Proposal for Concrete Dimension", he seemed to be inexplicably excited about things like "dialogue with higher-dimensional life". feel.

But this time, the other party didn't respond, but bowed his head in deep thought. After a while, he seemed to remember something, and somehow, he put his hand into his coat pocket, and then took out a pipe.

......

He is adapting to this body, like an angel trying to spread its wings, or a madman trying to open his mouth.The man also hesitated, and slowly stuffed the pipe into his mouth, and lit the remaining tobacco leaves with the match in his pocket.

Inhale... and smoke.

"Human..." He slowly responded with such a sentence accompanied by the pungentness in his lungs.

Everyone frowned, because no one knew why he said these two words.

"Eh? What do you mean by 'human'?" The little fat man was approaching him step by step at this moment, and stopped at a distance of about 3 meters.

"Humans, you...and this body." He replied lightly, and raised his head after a while, there seemed to be a cloud of fog in his eyes, hiding the real sight behind him.

The little fat man heaved a sigh of relief. No matter what he said, this guy seemed to be quite quiet. At least he didn't show any hostility compared to the last lunatic.

"Yeah, human beings, we pulled you into our world, so you will naturally look like us." The little fat man raised his hand, gesturing to the opposite body that was much taller than himself and said.

unexpectedly.

"No, that's not the reason why I am like this." The man shook his head: "It's an inevitable result. I must be like this. As a human being, it is inevitable that you cannot understand, and we cannot communicate. The world view cuts off your ties with the outside world, so you can only understand me like this."

There was a moment of silence, the outermost guards discreetly put their fingers next to the trigger, and some hidden defensive weapons at the height began to silently turn their guns to the center of the field.

These are extremely secret, no one can see, no one can hear.

So the man's expression didn't change at all, he didn't notice anything...Maybe.

"It seems that we hold different ideas." The little fat man continued to speak nonchalantly, without showing the slightest strangeness.

The man nodded: "Indeed, for me who was able to think just now, this kind of conflict in the conversation is unavoidable, but my thinking gave such a feedback, what I said just now... Seems like a faux pas, and if that's the case, I should apologize." Suddenly, he seemed to have found some other knowledge: "Oh, I haven't replied to your greeting, so, hello everyone, you can call me Detective." He said, and nodded slightly apologetically.

The little fat man heaved a sigh of relief again. From what it sounds like, this person doesn't seem to be ignorant and has a penny-pinching personality, but just a guy whose body can't keep up with the reaction speed, so he also nodded in response.

At this moment, a staff member's voice just happened to come from his earphones: "Report... the body coordination ability has reached more than 90%, which is nearly 15 times faster than the previous materialized products."

......

This sentence was not only spoken to the little fat man, but also appeared in the earphones of the other four members of the Supreme Council.

Everyone was slightly surprised.

In less than 2 minutes, from a concept of nothing, Tao has adapted to the personality, habits, and communication with others of this body, and can even use thinking to explain some abstract problems.

This is like putting a snail into a human body, and it can immediately sit in front of a computer and act as a programmer to write code.It was even scarier than that, because before this, this gentleman, who called himself a detective, hadn't even dabbled in the field of 'life'.

This ability to adapt is a bit too scary.

Immediately afterwards, something that surprised everyone even more happened.