[Comprehensive] plane trading system

Since the third plane is not a plane with superheroes, when someone asks you if you want to save the world, you can dial the number of the mental hospital, and there is a high probability that you will not make a mistake.

Of course, Mr. Finch seems like the type to listen to your situation before you consider calling.

"Someone told me that the end of the world is coming. Someone gave me three clues, and then they paid attention to five young people who were on vacation in the wilderness. Mr. Finch thought, what would happen?" Fang Bai faced a With the stranger's inquiring eyes, he said without changing his expression.

Mr. Finch seemed to think about it for a while, then took out a small sealed bag from his pocket, and pulled out a stack of things from it, and put them on the coffee table one by one. There were five photos, one of which was a man and a woman The ones Fang Bai met were Dana and Kurt.

"This morning, I learned that these five people, Kurt, Dana, Holden, Julie and Martin, are in some kind of danger, maybe they are perpetrators, maybe they are victims, or they are perpetrators Stayed with the victim. Mr. Reaser has already rushed to their vacation location, and will know further news soon, but the situation seems to be more complicated now." Mr. Finch propped up his chin and moved his hands He kept moving those photos, as if trying to figure out what was hidden in them.

"Mr. Finch, answer the phone." Fang Bai said, he gave Mr. Finch a signal, and a call came in from outside. If it wasn't for the system's ability to disguise, he felt that he might not be willing to spend such a fee.

Mr. Finch glanced at Fang Bai, picked up the phone, and hung up after listening for a while.

In order to show that he has no interest in eavesdropping, Fang Bai asked, "How is it?"

"Mr. Reaser was passing through the only tunnel leading to the vacation home. The tunnel exploded and collapsed. Mr. Reaser is now blocked outside." Mr. Finch frowned, "Mr. Reaser said the explosion It was man-made, someone prevented him from entering, it was obviously premeditated, and it was a bit unreasonable, who would go to war just because he wanted to kill five ordinary young people."

Fang Bai took out a clue: "Maybe it's a sacrifice, a cult?" He pushed the shredded newspaper with that word written on it in front of Mr. Finch.

"Can you show me the pattern you drew?" Mr. Finch asked after staring at the words for a while.

Of course Fang Bai would not refuse, it was very simple, a geometric pattern composed of five lines, there was nothing special about it at all.

"I noticed this pattern before, and it came from an unknown organization, and I have received an invitation from them." Mr. Finch seemed to be recalling something, "I tracked it down afterwards, and that organization is very large, covering countries all over the world , and the composition of personnel is very complicated, but it is undeniable that many outstanding people are members of that organization, it seems that I have found the direction to track down." He picked up a box in his hand, took out a laptop, "Can I connect to the Internet?"

Fang Bai... Fang Bai showed a smile: "Please be quick, the Internet fee is very expensive."

Compared to the little angel singing hymns above his head, Fang Bai would rather have someone to communicate with.

As soon as Mr. Finch turned on the computer, a song with a very strange tune sounded...

"The ancient devil is awakening... Die, die... The end of the world has come, rejoice bitches..."

Mr. Finch looked a little embarrassed, he was in a hurry to stop the song, Fang Bai quickly pressed him down: "Listen carefully, there are hints in it, ancient devils, the end of the world, you can think of something from it what?"

"It's just a song, I don't know when it was in my place, although it's unlikely."

"Believe me, this is indeed a reminder... Another call is coming."

This call made Mr. Finch stand up, he put away the computer, and said to the other party: "Mr. Reese confirmed that the entire forest is shrouded in a kind of energy, and it is impossible to break through and enter. This technology is simply beyond With the current level of technology, I have to go somewhere..."

"I can enter here!"

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

"I can enter here." Fang Bai opened the door, outside the door was a lush forest, and laughter could be heard from afar.

"Wait for me for a while, I'll be right back." Mr. Finch picked up the computer and was about to leave.

Fang Bai handed over a note: "Call this number. They are an organization that specializes in managing the entry of aliens and dealing with aliens who violate the rules. Anyway, they are almost nonsense. Maybe they will know some news and provide some help. They The weapons are pretty good."

Mr. Finch paused for a moment, then repeated, "Aliens?"

"Yes, in fact, Elvis Presley is also an alien visitor, and of course there are some celebrities, but now is not the time to discuss this, we may not have much time." Fang Bai did not break the consciousness of others' three views at all, because in the third On the first plane, aliens exist objectively, and it is not as shocking as he died suddenly and was lodged in the plane trading system.

After Mr. Finch left, Fang Bai looked at the little angels, and suddenly thought of something, took out three colorful lollipops that were bigger than the palm of his hand, and handed them to the little angels.The little angels stopped singing, and seemed curious about the beautiful candy in Fang Bai's hand, so they couldn't help but take it.

"Then... want to play?" Fang Bai waved his hand, and the whole house became a playground for children, and there was a candy house exuding a tempting aroma, which looked so delicious.

The little angels hesitated for a moment, then flew in front of Fang Bai, solemnly put the harp in his hand, and rushed into the playground.

Seeing the blinding energy reaction on the harp, Fang Bai really had the urge to take it for himself.

"I should have thought of it earlier...Mr. Death, I know you may not like such a happy picture, but can you please restrain yourself a little bit, I'm about to freeze, maybe you should go to work, isn't this world already I don’t need the God of Death anymore, that’s God’s blessing!" Fang Bai said in an exaggerated tone, no one wants the God of Death to be with him all the time, although Fang Bai probably has no such ending as death, he can be said to have died a long time ago.

As soon as Fang Bai finished speaking, he saw the figure of the god of death appearing, and then floated in front of him, and the huge sickle swung down directly.

"I'll wipe it." Fang Bai had no time to react, the cold blade directly cut against his nose, and the tip of the sickle was deeply inserted into the ground.

Fang Bai couldn't help but wiped his forehead, only then did he see clearly that there seemed to be something in the hands of the God of Death, the black one almost merged with the figure of the God of Death, and made a strange sound.

"What is this?"

The system said at this time: "This is the shadow of the host."

"I still have shadows?" Fang Bai hurriedly took the ball thrown by the God of Death, and it seemed to be weightless in his hands. He didn't even feel that he had something in his hands.

"Whether the host performs energy extraction and transformation on the shadow."

"of course."

With such a weird mess, Fang Bai got two degrees of energy and a card.

Your shadow, it's just a shadow, but who says it's not you.

"So... what's the use?"

As soon as Fang Bai finished speaking, the card turned into a black shadow and fell to the ground, and then slowly swelled, gradually taking on the outline of a human being. In the last blink of an eye, another "Fang Bai" stood in front of Fang Bai, except for its face. Hanging smirk, it is exactly the same.

"I am the shadow, your shadow, I belong to you." "Fang Bai" said, looking confused.

"Shadow." Fang Bai recalled a fairy tale he once read. The poor man who lost his shadow was framed by the shadow and ended up being executed.

Fang Bai took back the card, and he was relieved when he saw "Fang Bai" disappear. The feeling of looking in a mirror is really weird.

"System, tell me!"

"The system is undergoing routine maintenance, please wait patiently."

"I believe you have a ghost. Quickly and honestly explain what happened before. I don't believe that you don't know that there is such a thing on me. Don't force me to open the door and release Deadpool."

"The system has misidentified and the control rights have been confused. I'm sorry for causing trouble to the host. Now that the vulnerability has been fixed, please don't worry the host."

"hope so."

Fang Bai twirled the cards in his hand, how could that shadow be as harmless as he showed, he still remembered how the system deceived him when the god of death came, it couldn't be the system's own idea.

So, no matter how chaotic the third plane is, the fairy tale plane is actually the most dangerous one.

"System, do you know why God of Death helped me?"

"The system cannot give a definite answer, there is only one possibility for the host to refer to." The system said, "The system space exists independently in the space crack, which can isolate all external influences. Here, the god of death cannot hear the last wail of the dead."

Fang Bai held his forehead, thinking that the god of death is cruel in the series, does he really have the need to hide?

Taking another look at the little angels having a good time, Fang Bai gave up thinking about these supernatural existences. He took out the tinder box, played with it for a while, and then put it back in the warehouse. It is full of doubts, because when a wish is expressed, it is always impossible to be so rigorous, and the communication between people may not be able to convey the true thoughts smoothly, let alone for such things with unknown origins and terrifying abilities. If there is a mistake in understanding, no one knows what will happen.