Stop Calling Me!

Can a normal person divide his soul into many parts?

However, this characteristic also means that "comedy" is very difficult to be completely killed.

"Tell me all."

Shen Yi's tone was cold, since he couldn't kill the other party once, then kill him again and again.

He wants to annihilate the Dust of Darkness.

There is no need to explain the reasons anymore, since both sides have reached this point, there is no need to talk about right and wrong.

Whether it is justice, kindness, evil, or killing... In short, neither side can rest assured that it is possible for the other to exist in this world.

Byron nodded slightly, then tapped his forehead with his index finger, and pulled out a light blue memory thread from his fingertips.

Shen Yi reached out to take the thread of memory, and a memory flooded into his mind... Soon, he got a dynamic virtual map covering all parts of the world.

99 moving dots of light!

Shen Yi was silent, there were 99 "comedies", including the broken "clown".

One hundred percent soul.

"Crazy indeed..."

Shen Yi is even surprised that "comedy" still retains most of the thinking of human beings.

Among the [-] equal parts soul clones, most of them are located in Bayland. There are as many as sixty soul clones in total, and only forty soul clones are located in other places.

But this so-called "other place" is truly worldwide.

There are even clones hidden in Shangxuan and Yingguo.

As long as they are not all dead, they are not really dead.

Under normal circumstances, even if this kind of extraordinary person is not invincible, he is basically immortal.

Shen Yi discovered one thing, the powerful transcendents are more capable than one another.

In any case, this cat-and-mouse game must go on, and there are still 99 mice left, so I have to start from the first one.

Shen Yi took out the Book of Travelers in Ten Directions, intending to go to the nearest "mouse" location.

He soon found one of the "rats", in the hotel across from the Anti-Magic Bureau.

"It's monitoring the Anti-Magical Bureau... This is also normal."

Shen Yi nodded slightly.

"travel."

The next moment, Shen Yi had already teleported outside the hotel, and suddenly saw a sphere rolling towards him.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

The sphere actually burst into a hoarse scream.

He was slightly taken aback, looked over, and then shuddered.

This is actually a living "human ball"!

The limbs and five sense organs of a living person were forcibly screwed together and turned into a sphere the size of a leather ball.

A pair of eyes full of fear stared at Shen Yi, and the lower mouth opened wide to let out a scream.

-

There is a hotel across from the Anti-Magic Office.

The size of the hotel is small, the decoration is old, there are only three floors in total, and there are no more than ten guests who can stay.

The only person working in the hotel was a gaunt old proprietor.

The shopkeeper is already old, with gray temples, nearly 60 years old.

In fact, he is a semi-retired B-rank investigator.

By next year, at the age of 60, he will actually retire.

This inn was opened opposite the Anti-Magical Bureau. Naturally, there was a reason. The old owner was waiting here, waiting for some self-righteous transcendent who wanted to monitor the Anti-Magic Bureau to come to his door.

Until the day before yesterday, a man who liked to laugh came to the store.

What exactly he looks like, the old shop owner has not figured out until now, only knows that he is suspicious.

Yes, very suspicious!

Every time he talks to others with a smile, he can't stop laughing, his every move is exaggerated, and his spirit is obviously abnormal.

And that man would say hints from time to time.

A lot of cryptic hints let the old shopkeeper understand that this man is definitely a criminal in the other world!And deliberately teasing myself!

All suspicious clues let the owner know that he should report the matter.

However, he failed to report each time.

"why?"

The current old shop owner, dressed in old casual clothes, was standing by the landline phone in his room, reaching out to call Director Bartlett.

But he simply can't do it.

"why?"

The old shop owner was very strange. He obviously wanted to report the situation, but every time he reached out his hand, he would lose motivation again.

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, loud ridicule sounded!

Accompanied by thunderous applause!

The old shopkeeper frowned deeply at the laughter, turned around, and saw the source of the laughter...a clown!

A bright red suit, with white gloves on his hands, frivolously holding a dangling short staff.

His face is a funny clown mask, and he wears a tall red top hat.

The most peculiar thing is that this mask can actually have a vivid expression like a living person!

The clown is holding a sceptre, and the mask is full of smiles.

He took a short stick, jumped from side to side, his feet were funny, and he looked very excited.

"Hey, my friend, are you enjoying the little game of 'Can't touch the phone'?"

The old shop owner was a B-level investigator after all, so he immediately calmed down and just smiled wryly in his heart.

It is obvious that I am only half a year away from retirement.

Sure enough, it is impossible for most investigators to die in bed.

He asked calmly, "Who are you?"

In fact, the old shop owner could vaguely guess that the other party was probably the number two character of "Lightless Dust" - "Comedy".

He is a dangerous figure second only to "writer" in Dust Without Light!

Not only is he extremely powerful, but he also possesses a mysterious relic of the "untouchable" level, and most importantly... this man is a complete lunatic, and he can't figure out what he does.

The clown in the red suit laughed, and stroked his messy hair with his hands.

"Don't be so serious, okay, I just want to play a game with you, hey, as long as you can beat me...I'll let you get out of my control."

The old shopkeeper was slightly taken aback, and asked doubtfully, "Game?"

The clown smiled, nodded slightly, and said, "Yes, it's just a simple game. You ask me to guess something, such as quantity, size, etc. As long as you can beat me, you can get rid of control."

"And I promise you, even if you lose, I won't kill you, but let you live, how about it?"

There is such a good thing, the old shop owner knows it is impossible no matter how he thinks.

But he knew the difference in strength, so he had no other choice at the moment, so he followed the logic of this lunatic and said, "Okay, but if you lose, you have to pay the price."

"Okay, the game does have a price, and it will be fun if you win or lose."

The clown nodded with a smile, and immediately said, "If I lose, how about committing suicide on the spot?"

The old shopkeeper laughed and said nothing, heh, who knows if this is true or not, but he has no way out, he has to give it a try.

Quantity... The old shopkeeper thought for a while, showing his old and strong hands.

He said indifferently: "Then guess how many fingers I have in one minute?"

"Huh? I guess ten."

The clown was taken aback for a moment, looked at the old shopkeeper's hands, shook his funny head, and nodded seriously.

"You lost."

The old shopkeeper laughed, took out a small knife, and chopped off the little finger of his left hand.

Blood flowed out immediately.

There are nine.

"Ah this!"

The clown was dumbfounded, his face was full of shock, he took a few steps back, and his whole body began to tremble exaggeratedly.

"How could it be? How could it be like this! Could it be that I lost! How could you do this!"

The old shopkeeper laughed and said, "Kill yourself, clown, no, I should probably call you 'comedy', shouldn't I?"

The clown squatted slightly with pain on his face.

Just when the old shopkeeper thought that the other party would not keep his promise, the clown actually took out an oversized pistol from his crotch, put the barrel of the gun through the mask, and forced it into his mouth.

"Wow."

He is obviously very unwilling to commit suicide, and the expression on the mask is very rich.

Finally, the clown took a deep breath, his face full of fear, and he pulled out the gun from his mouth with his eyes wide open.

"Are you going to regret it?"

The old shopkeeper frowned, thinking that the other party was going to go back on his word.