Whistle Xiangzhi is Born Wrong [Interstellar]

Caesar told Oswald what he had found.

Oswald: "Are you sure?"

"Although there is only a fleeting picture, I'm sure." Caesar nodded, "Leon, the president, and Ymir."

Oswald's face darkened. Leon was his deputy and one of the security chiefs for the Nebula Cup final. It is indeed reasonable for him to perform escort missions beside the President, but adding a Ymir would be a bit of a problem. unusual.

The contestants who entered the second round entered the arena together. He clearly remembered that Ymir was there at that time. As long as the game is not over, the arena will always be in a state of isolation. The psychic suggestion in turn controlled Graf, and they are still on the field.

When did Ymir leave?Why is he with those two people?

"Can you tell where they were?" Oswald said.

Caesar closed his eyes and thought about it repeatedly: "The aisle on that floor is quite special, not like an ordinary auditorium." He looked at the auditorium, and after scanning the rows of seats, his eyes finally fell on one place— ——That's where the VIP room is. There is a well-decorated aisle on both sides of the window-throwing box. Assuming that he is the vision of Graf, Caesar looks through his memory and sees the end of the aisle on the left. There was nothing there, but it was certain that Leon and the others had passed there.

"It's the floor of the VIP room." He greeted Oswald, "Let's go and have a look."

Andre's condition is still unstable, and it's a bit cumbersome to carry on the road. Caesar simply hid him somewhere, and then walked to the VIP room with Oswald.

The road was quiet. Looking at the empty seats, he remembered that there was still a sea of ​​people before entering the arena, and he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Before the two of them reached the VIP room, they could smell blood from afar.

Oswald sensed it and caught a slight breathing sound: "There is a person who is still alive."

Caesar nodded, and rushed to the door of the VIP room. The door was only ajar, and there was blood seeping from under the door. He leaned against the door and turned his head to look in. When he saw the scene in the room, his expression changed. Push the door open hard.

Oswald was half a step behind him. The two of them looked at the fallen bodies. Although their heads were missing, they could be identified only by the clothes they were wearing.

One of them had the Alliance Silver Wing Medal on his chest, and Oswald's grandfather, Admiral Douglas, also had the same medal.

Caesar walked into the pool of blood with a livid face. He silently compared the genetic information through the terminal. When several files appeared on the light screen, he had to face reality.

"It's them."

Blood splattered all over the floor, and the red and miserable foreground set off the dozens of floating light curtains strangely.

Some light curtains are completely dark, and some light curtains are still dutifully broadcasting the images of the arena. There are very few players alive in the arena, and crazy "enemies" are still wandering around. Whether the players are alive or not, they are responsible for tracking him. The cameras will follow him closely, so most of the pictures are full of blood and flesh, which is unbearable to look at.

Caesar's brain was numb like a pinprick. He took a deep breath and walked in front of the only living person. It was Graf who was unconscious. Several times of mental devouring had severely injured her vitality, and there was no trace of blood on her beautiful face. .

This fragile state makes her look extraordinarily pitiful. Caesar has always been friendly to good-looking people, but it is a pity that no matter how good-looking Graf is, at this moment, in his eyes, he is just a terrible and ugly person. Expressionlessly, he found the live broadcast switch on her body, and immediately turned off all the screens. Dozens of light curtains went dark at the same time, and the screams finally disappeared from his ears.

He found the remote sub-control device of the game system from Graf's terminal, and directly issued an emergency evacuation command to the surviving players on the field. After this matter was dealt with, he returned to the corpses—— Several of them were important officials who followed the president. They were killed. The safety of the president is quite worrying.

Caesar and Oswald felt that the situation was not good, but the communication here was cut off. They tried to contact Capital Star to no avail, and Oswald couldn't even contact Leon.

Caesar had no choice but to try to cover Graf with the spiritual net, but the other party had a tendency to self-destruct mentally. Caesar tried several times but failed to get the information he wanted, so he had to give up.

He generated a genetic lock that only he could open from his personal terminal, locked Graf firmly in the corner, turned his head to discuss with Oswald, and decided to try to find clues in the aisle on the left.

After leaving the VIP room, walk all the way to the aisle, and soon reached the bottom, but after turning the corner, there are several roads in front of you, each leading to a different place.

Seeing this, Caesar used his five senses to the limit, and the sensory field spread out around him, but the scope of his visit was obviously not big enough, and he didn't find any useful information in it.

Just when he was at a loss, Caesar felt his right hand being held, and another Sentinel's powerful domain overlapped his domain.

He froze for a moment, then turned to look at Oswald.

"Double domain." Oswald said.

Caesar certainly knows what a dual domain is. This is the ideal state for a sentinel to cooperate with a sentinel. More perfect should be multiple domains. More than one sentinel overlaps and fuses their sensory domains with each other. Usually, one is the main domain, and the other is As an auxiliary field, the auxiliary field gives the five senses blessing, which is equivalent to lending one's five senses to the other party for the other party's use to achieve the purpose of expanding the range of perception.

However, Sentinels and Sentinels are inherently competitive with each other. Just having their senses invaded can make them angry. Asking them to dedicate their five senses is equivalent to handing over their perception rights to others. Perceiving what is no longer It's up to them to decide, and the multiplied amount of information after the domain expands will pull them into a frenzy at any time.

Oswald stopped talking, he quietly stopped the active perception, and superimposed the ability of the five senses on Caesar.

Caesar was slightly shocked by the warmth spreading from the palm of his hand.

"What a lunatic." He snorted in a low voice, tightened his knuckles, and held the hand tightly.

The sensory field that was already quite small has more than doubled, and the explosive growth of information scrambles to be fed back. At that moment, Caesar felt that his head was about to explode, and the overload of information screening made him dazzled. Trying his best to control his mind, he discerned bit by bit, and finally he found such a fine stone in the vast floating sand——Ymir's breath flashed by.

Caesar suddenly turned towards one of the roads: "This way!"

At the same time, in a room far away on the other side, the Grand President of the Alliance was tightly bound to a chair, and his spiritual body stood beside him, breathing heavily. It was a beautiful lion, but It was supposed to be majestic, but when it faced the twisted spiritual body in front of it, it actually took a step back in fear.

The siren with bird wings and snake tail hovered in the air, smiling at it and baring its fangs.

"What... are you going to do?" President Dushanbe looked at Calais VI who was approaching step by step. Although there was fear on his face, his waist was still tight, and he did not intend to bow his head in the slightest.

"You are a member of the Guards Corps and a citizen of the Alliance. Why do you do such a thing?" He noticed Leon's young and sometimes old voice at that time, and also saw the Calais-clad men who attacked the Belta star fortress. The armor of the imperial coat of arms, but all this is too absurd. How could the tyrant who died without a sound shortly after the defeat be still alive?

Calais VI stepped forward indifferently. He looked around at the other party's face and said with a smile, "It's nothing. I'm just curious about what it would be like to be the president of the alliance."

"I just picked this young man up for use. He is in good health, but his ability is not too strong. Otherwise, I would be happy to use it for a while longer."

The president was horrified when he heard it, and felt that the way the other party looked at him seemed to be distinguishing the nutritional value of food.

He heard his spiritual body roar, and the siren screamed and jumped on it, tearing off a piece of flesh from the male lion. This time the male lion screamed even worse, and the damaged place dissipated like smoke. It wanted to He raised his head to bite, but was knocked down by the Siren's wing.

As the president of the Union, Dushanbe was not actually an officer. He was capable, but he was not good enough in front of Calais VI and the Sirens.

The lion was completely suppressed, and Calais VI looked at the man who suddenly felt pain in front of him, and looked straight into the other's eyes.

"Hold on, it's not over yet."

He murmured, without the intention of explaining to the president in detail, and began to stretch out his thinking tentacles to invade the other party's consciousness.

The president was shocked, and felt a force pouring into his brain, compressing his spiritual world into a ball and wrapping it tightly, penetrating into it little by little.

As if thousands of needles were piercing into the brain at the same time, the president finally let out a scream without caring about his manners.

Amidst the severe pain, he felt that his consciousness gradually became blurred, he could not see things in his eyes, and the voices in his ears gradually faded away. He was horrified to find that the fire of his spirit was slowly going out, but there was no way to stop it, so he could only wait in vain. With that new spirit occupying his brain.

The lion couldn't hold it anymore, it turned into a puff of smoke and wanted to return to the president's spiritual world, but the siren waiting beside him was waiting for this moment, it turned into a black mist and merged into the translucent smoke Among them, the originally pure smoke began to slowly become cloudy, twisting in mid-air into a disgusting mass.

A black-eyed male lion reappeared in the dense fog. It took two steps in place, and its body was suddenly split in two. The curled up siren squeezed out from the male lion's body. His blood color became a little more intense.

The author has something to say:

The ability of the second middle boss is mental coverage, so Leon was covered by him~