Odd Containment Specialist

"Brother Shou, don't scare me. Were you kidding just now?" Jiang Wengao asked anxiously.

"Calm down and be quiet for a while." Xia Shou raised his finger and said.

As a close person, you should not be too pessimistic, but you should also not be too optimistic. You should strive for the best results, but you should also consider the backup options to deal with the worst consequences.

Well, Xia Shou made up this sentence temporarily, but he felt that it fit their current situation very well. Although the situation was not good, it was far from the time when the victory or defeat was decided. At least Xia Shou felt that there was still a huge operation to be done. space.

In Moonlight Grove, Red Horse once said: "Writers and painters, one and a half have already crossed the threshold, and the other has no idea at all. It is clear who will win in the end, but nothing is determined yet."

Based on the context of that conversation, it was obvious that the writer was the one who had taken half a step forward, while the one who had no idea was the painter, so dealing with the writer was the top priority. As for the painter... after dealing with the writer, there was still time to think about it.

Preventing a signature does not necessarily require killing, just destroying the necessary conditions for ascension, as happened at Edinburgh.

"Xiao Gao, you go to this route to fill the vacant team, and also check to see if all the colleagues over there are really wiped out, and then we will meet up here." Xia Shou took out the map and pointed at the two lines above. Said the intersection of routes.

Jiang Wengao nodded, and as he turned to leave, he suddenly stopped and asked, "Brother Shou, why did you ask me that question just now? Is there something wrong with that child?"

"It's just a simple stress test. I made up the question casually. Your score is unqualified." Xia Shou said with a smile, thinking that Xiao Gao's ability to withstand pressure was still not good, so he should not be allowed to get involved in this matter.

Jiang Wengao was stunned when he heard this and breathed a sigh of relief, but then he showed an unwilling expression and muttered: "Who can pass this kind of test? It's too extreme. Also, don't choose this time if you want to take the test. You scare me to death." "

Jiang Wengao spread his hands and felt much more relaxed.

He waved his hand and wanted to complain a few more, but seemed to think that time was running out, so he chose to shut up obediently, activated his power, and turned into Hokage and flew into the distance.

"Finally gone."

Xia Shou watched the scorching fire disappear from his field of vision, then turned to look at the strange corpse behind him.

Now that he was alone, the formal investigation began.

There is obviously something wrong with this corpse, but there are too few clues. The intelligence feedback of [Text Description] directly depends on his knowledge, and his knowledge is obviously not enough to draw any valuable analysis.

Therefore, the best way is to let the black shadow eat it.

No matter what kind of messy thing it is, it will be different after Heiying has eaten it. Even if he knows nothing about it, he can still get quite detailed information.

[Devouring degree: 15.8%...]

"Huh? So fast?" Xia Shou was a little surprised.

Logically speaking, this corpse should have a high anomaly level. How could it be devoured so quickly?

[Devouring degree: 25.6%...]

In just one minute, the progress increased by nearly 10%, which was completely inconsistent with Xia Shou's prediction.

Not only was the devouring progress rapid, but Xia Shou also noticed that Heiying had no pressure to eat.

You know, if you eat something that exceeds the ability to devour, as the master of the black shadow, he will also have negative feelings. Just like when he devoured the scorched corpse for the first time in the House of Blood Demon, he even felt too much pressure due to the eating pressure of the black shadow. Big, paralyzed and unable to move.

But now, Xia Shou didn't feel any discomfort, as if he was eating cannon fodder.

[Devouring degree: 100% - You have eaten a [discarded object]. 】

Seeing the new name, Xia Shou's expression became serious.

As his mind settled on that term, a more detailed explanation emerged.

[Abandoned object: A part abandoned by the main body. Although no useful power can be drawn from it, one can see the whole thing at a glance. The black shadow has already tasted the other party's taste. 】

[Taste: It is part of a blank character, looking for suitable elements to fill it, abilities, personality, memory, everything a person should have is what it needs.

When it has not died and the hood that hides its true appearance has not been taken off, the possibility of change always exists. The more the object it interacts with fits the purpose of the character, the more it will be imitated.

The longer the interaction lasts and the more frequent the interaction, the more realistic and in-depth the imitation will be, just like a superb painter uses a sketch to perfectly copy the target, from the surface perspective to the bones, and from the eyes to the soul.

The purpose of creating this character is to fight. Its character, abilities, and everything are shaped according to the standards of a warrior.

Now, this part of the character design is full. 】

Xia Shou frowned, his expression very ugly.

How would he describe how he felt now?

Worse than eating shit.

So in fact, these weirdos wearing hoods are not even enemies, they are more like part of the ritual. The real enemies will not appear until the ritual is completed.

More importantly, the sacrifices in this ceremony are still their people!

Xia Shou bent down, picked up the hood on the ground, looked at the numbers on it, and sighed heavily.

"I don't know how many there are in total, but at least some of them will look like Xiao Gao, I just don't know which part." Xia Shou thought to himself.

Even the incomplete part of this "personality" can destroy the team alone. Not surprisingly, it is undoubtedly the writer's trump card.

How strong would a fantasy character pieced together by imitating the best characteristics of multiple strong people be? It’s creepy just thinking about it.

The other party imitated part of Xiao Gao's characteristics. I don't know which part he imitated. Could it be a superpower?

If it's a superpower, he hasn't eaten the book Rosa gave him yet.

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In the writer's bookstore, Anonymous stopped writing again.

In the glass cabinet next to her, "Shangguanyan", whose face was covered with sutures, was still sleeping, and a flame-like red line slowly appeared on her arms, which seemed to indicate that some kind of change had quietly occurred.

Seeing this scene, a satisfied smile appeared on the anonymous old wrinkled face.

"Both the second child and the fifth child are also finished. The fifth child has done very well. He found a human body of a named person and made it more and more plump and three-dimensional." Anonymous said.

Although the evil king has planned to withdraw from this war, Yi Lei has no cooperation with them, and William does not know what he is doing, but the extraordinary laws of nature cannot be disobeyed, all the elements are still gathering, and everything is still developing in the right direction. , his chances of promotion are getting bigger and bigger.

His five children are also very competitive and have found good shaping materials for him.

Then he looked up at the bodyguard sitting next to him, "Mr. Huangfu, I may have to ask you to run some errands and do something."

"Despite your orders, the reason why I am here is to help you sign your name." Huangfu couldn't bear to put down the drawing board in his hand and got ready to leave.

"Please kill the witch's trump card." Anonymous said.

"You want me to kill someone? If you kill someone, won't it take too much time? If I leave, who will protect you?" Huangfu couldn't bear to touch the short and thick stubble on his chin, with a look of hesitation on his face. .

"It's not difficult for you to kill him, right? As long as you are serious, not even me, not even Mr. Yi Lei, will be able to remember you." Anonymous said.

"It's not difficult. I'm worried that someone will come over when I leave."

"Please go and help me do this. Just treat it as an old man's last request as a human being. I want to learn that ultimate subject. As a writer, who doesn't want to improve his writing skills? This This is my last chance, just help me, an old man." Anonymous said sincerely, without any airs.

Huangfu couldn't help but hesitate for a moment, sighed, and agreed: "I understand."

"Bring that man's head back, you must bring it back." Anonymous solemnly requested.

He knew that his demands were too much and exceeded the scope of their overlapping missions.

Huangfu couldn't bear to be Mo Mi's favored one and directly carry part of the power of [Forget Me Not]. It was because of the war in the Kingdom of God that he came here to assist him, a believer in the magic poem, and his request just now had nothing to do with being named for promotion. direct relationship.

He simply wanted to have a glimpse of the ultimate loneliness in the world, and see with his own eyes the prototype of the abstract concept called loneliness among humans. This is the best material that a writer would be hard-pressed to find throughout his life.

Although after promotion and signing, there were opportunities to contact, but by then it was too late.

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He understands the limitations of writers very well. As the saying goes, the best works are always born in a state of unity of spirit and technique. Even if a middle-aged person can write with the spirit of a teenager, it is destined to be far inferior to the works written by a teenager. Hot blooded.

The only reason why the former surpasses the latter is the skill of writing. Under the same conditions of equal skill, spiritual fit is the most important. This is similar to the theory of desire in the transcendent realm.

Therefore, when he was still a human being, he wanted to understand the ultimate loneliness of human beings in this world, and Xia Shou's head was the most critical introduction.

From possession to loss, this step will definitely make the girl's emotions sublime again!

Anonymous imagined intoxicatedly that even though his body was old and his skin was as loose as rags covering his body, the excitement in his heart was the same as the first time he picked up a pen and wrote down the story in his heart, passionate and full of emotions. Infinite expectations and imagination!

Behind that extreme loneliness, there are areas that no one has touched in the history of human writing.

Use narrative to influence people and be influenced by narrative!

If he can understand it, then maybe he can achieve it in the future.

At that time, he will name this cycle of history after the girl.

Anonymous really wants to share his current thoughts with the people around him, no matter who they are, he wants to share this joy.

But unfortunately, no one could share the topic of that girl with him except Yi Lei.

"Have you made me feel this unique loneliness before we even met?" Anonymous's eyes were full of expectation.

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"Mamoru! Mamoru!"

"Mamoru! Mamoru!"

Su Weiyu held a loudspeaker and shouted while walking on the street, holding a map in her hand and feeling extremely anxious.

Originally, he came to Xia Shou specifically to convey forbidden information about the trial rules. As a result, the team found him, but Xia Shou was not in the team!

If he were an ordinary person, he could just ask Xia Shou where he was going, but Su Weiyu couldn't do such a simple thing.

When the walkie-talkie failed to make contact and she couldn't find anyone, she had no choice but to take a loudspeaker from a supermarket and shout along the street while searching.

It can only be said that everything was just right. If there was a signal, it wouldn't be so troublesome. If it was a few days earlier, the control bureau could broadcast the whole city, and she could go directly to the headquarters broadcasting room.

But now, she can only use this stupid method to find people, and keep trying to contact through the walkie-talkie.

Of course, Su Weiyu was not wandering around aimlessly. She felt that since Xia Shou had left the team, he must have a new route, so she looked through the maps carried by everyone in Mo Ying's team, and finally saw a new route on Mo Ying's map.

She concluded that this was the route Xia Shou took after leaving the team, so she ran all the way along this route.

Along the way, he also met many lone extraordinary people.

After meeting them, he used [Ghost Eye Goose Feather] to catch them and chop off their heads one by one. In total, he chopped off more than ten people and searched six streets.

She was surprised. The loudspeaker had the highest volume, so it should be easy to hear. Didn't Xia Shou take this route after leaving the team? Or was it that her pursuit speed was too slow, and Xia Shou had actually gone far away?

Su Weiyu turned the knob of the intercom irritably, jumping back and forth between several channels specially set up by the control bureau, stopping at each channel, and then shouting a few words into the channel. The sound of communication from other teams kept coming from it, but Su Weiyu's shouting did not receive any response.

In addition to making it difficult for others to hear the voices of other teams and forcing them to extend the communication time, it did not have any positive effect.

In the end, she gave up, thinking that Xia Shou should have no signal at all, rather than being unable to enter the exclusive channel.

"A Shou!...A Shou!" She slowed down her running pace, adjusted her breathing, and called Xia Shou intermittently.

The city suddenly became very quiet, and there seemed to be no sound around except for her horn.

This feeling... is a bit strange.

Su Weiyu unconsciously tightened the scabbard of the Ghost Eye Goose Feather at her waist. The [Grip King] gloves made her grip as strong as a hydraulic clamp. The powerful kinetic energy was constantly absorbed by the scabbard to charge the Goose Feather Knife.

She was ready to fight at any time.

"Hello, are you looking for someone?"

A voice came from behind the vertical sign of a barber shop. Su Weiyu held her breath, held the handle of the knife with her right hand, and swung the knife like lightning.

Even if it was a split second reaction, the trajectory of her knife was completely consistent with the knife tendons. Even if a sword master was present, he would have to bow to her and respectfully call her "Master".

The knife was swung out, and the ground cracked with a "hiss" sound, leaving a very hidden gully.

There was no earth-shattering power and movement, only the barber shop sign in front, which slowly separated from the middle and broke into two pieces.

Then, the glass door of the barber shop "clanged" and the upper half fell to the ground and shattered.

Not only the door, but the knife just now actually cut the shop, but she cut it too beautifully, and the delicate balance was not broken, so the friction could still maintain the complete appearance.

Su Weiyu's temples were throbbing. She thought that the cut was perfect, but why didn't the feeling of uneasiness disappear?

...The cut just now had no effect at all.