After creating the vest, I joined the script team

Paradigmism is a very rare case.

But now Gogol encountered a kind of unexpected incident.

When two people with similar or opposite abilities interfere with each other, a very small number of people will lose control of their abilities, and their abilities will deviate in a direction that no one expected. Obviously, he has encountered this situation now.

His supernatural ability is restricted in this space, so it cannot be said that it cannot be activated, but he can still use it. To be precise, it cannot be activated in this space.

Joyce looked at the distorted space for a moment and praised: "It's amazing, can you still sense your own supernatural power in my supernatural space?"

"A space ability of the confinement type."

"No, please don't call Xun Baoyin Wen Shanshan, I have ulterior motives to run it into a family."

"You actually want to use the confined space as your own home, sorry!

"To be honest, I can't understand you either. You can do anything for freedom. There is no absolute freedom in this world."

"How do you know if you don't try this kind of thing? I really hate Long! Yu Geli smoothed his white suit, the knife slipped to his fingertips, grabbed the handle of the knife and rushed up, "Whether it's a power or an idea. "

He took a step and rushed directly in front of Joyce. The silver knife on his right flashed, and he was about to cut Joyce's throat, but he quickly backed up and bent down when he was too fast.

Gogol retreated quickly, narrowly avoiding the bullet aimed at his head.

"Revolver..."

"That's right, by the way, remind Luan Haolong..." Joyce was not in a hurry, but reminded leisurely, "There are still four bullets."

In the case that neither of them can use their abilities, it is simply cheating to have a gun.

The feeling of being aimed at by the gun was very bad, as if locked on, Gogol took a deep breath to calm down.

The opponent only has four bullets, as long as he can trick all the bullets out, then he can fight back.

Joyce is not a fool, not so easy to deceive.

Gogol's eyes flashed, and instead of retreating, he rushed forward.

He rushed to the left, and the knife slashed at Joyce's arm holding the gun. Joyce took a step back to avoid the blade, and pulled the trigger on Gogol without hesitation.

But Gogol had expected to dodge to the right, and continued to charge at the same speed.

Gogol moved quickly, but Joyce moved faster than him. He bent his left arm to block, kicked his right foot to the opponent's lower body, pulled the right trigger down, and aimed his shot at Gogol almost head-on.

Gogol followed Joyce's strength and retreated. The bullet hit his right arm, and the wound pierced his nerves.

He didn't care but chuckled lightly: "There are still two bullets."

Gogol switched the knife to the left, and the tip of the knife pointed at Joyce's throat again. Joyce didn't use the gun for the first time. Instead, he held the barrel of the gun, jammed the knife with the handle of the gun and pushed, blocking Gogol.

Then with a twist of the wrist, he aimed at Gogol's lower abdomen and quickly pulled down the trigger.

The bullet was aimed at Gogol, even blocking the opponent's escape route. What surprised Joyce was that the bullet pierced through Gogol's figure.

The shadow wobbled, then dissipated like a badly connected projection.

"I really underestimated you..." Joyce held down his top hat, looked at the empty space with only gray fog and smiled helplessly, "Did you actually break through my space?"

Joyce's ability does restrain Gogol to a certain extent. The opponent's ability can jump space or even teleport, while his ability is like a portable space, trapped in his ability space Gogol The ability of can only appear in two situations.

One is that it cannot be started because the spaces are non-overlapping.

The second is to open his space and return to the place where they entered the space before.

"Forget it, that guy should be a character who will not give up until he reaches his goal. He probably won't leave before the Dresden Slate incident is over. It's just a pity, a great opportunity wasted."

Joyce, who gave up his plan to kill Gogol, dispersed the gray mist, gradually, the space became brighter, and when it reached a certain limit, it showed the outside situation.

Green, gray, red, silver, and golden, five legendary swords that only existed in fantasy appeared in the sky, and Wang Jian was surrounded by an energy storm.

The realm of kings collided, and the distorted energy even caused Joyce's supernatural space to fluctuate. His expression changed, and he took a step back to recall the gray fog again.

In this case, he weakens the space barrier to observe the outside world, and he will die when the space barrier is broken. He will return to the position where he entered the space before. Now that position is the heart area between the red king and the green king. Going out is death .

"It seems that I can't get out."

He gave up his idea and walked into the gray space. After walking about 100 steps, he came to a metal house, turned on the power generator, and walked in.

The small room was full of bookshelves, and Joyce skillfully walked to the bookshelves and took out a book.

A hundred ways to socialize;

"Well, how many pages did you see last time? It seems to be how to strike up a conversation with that page."

Finnegan: I've done all the hot spots and hot spots, so don't look for me if you have anything to do, I've learned it.

At this time, it was approaching midnight in Yokohama.

"Ahem." Hugo let out a breath, almost choking.

The wet Osamu Dazai lay on the river bank and looked at his friend who was coughing profusely beside him, and asked with a sleepy expression, "Hugo took the umbrella!

"No, it's fine."

"Is it really not a cold?"

"No, I really don't have a cold, but it's Dazai you 劜抜死ズ刀刀┙汤."

In fact, Hugo was just intimidated by Joyce, who was afraid of the society but loved learning and socializing, and he was a little out of breath just after picking up Osamu Dazai from the river.

But it's really strange, Miyazaki suddenly opened up a different ability, why didn't he speak but became quiet?

In this case, did you forget to turn off the ability?What else to do?Did he miss something?

"No drama

Osamu Dazai's voice brought back his wandering thoughts, and Hugo persuaded softly: "It's winter now, and it's really cold to go into the water."

"I'm not as bad as ginger soup." The boy dragged his voice, looking childishly unhappy.

"Okay, okay, we won't drink."

After calming down the fussy little friend, Hugo asked, "Is there something for Dazai?"

"I can't come to see you if I have nothing to do?" Osamu Dazai asked back.

"No, no, because Dazai is very considerate and rarely comes to me in the middle of the night, so there must be something to do with me this time."

"Cut..." Osamu Dazai pulled the hair sticking to his cheeks, and said in a bad tone, "I'm here to inform you to change your place of residence, and I'm sorry recently!

"Did something happen?"

"Heh, probably some idiot invited Shibusawa Ryuhiko here for his bad intentions."

"Hey, what..."

Although Tagore was indeed the one who suggested Shibusawa Tatsuhiko, and Nietzsche was the one who moved it, the real incentive was you, Dazai.

"Hugo and others know about

"No..." Hugo said a little uncertainly, "Although I did pull an island into my supernatural power, in fact the island should not exist."

"A mysterious island that no one knows about?"

Osamu Dazai thought of something, his expression changed, and he asked, "Does anyone in Fari know about Lu Nang Zhu Hou!

Hugo didn't understand why Osamu Dazai asked, but he replied without concealment: "When I entered the organization, I shared information about my abilities."

"It's really bad."

Hugo doesn't know why.

"Lu Nangzhuo may have been revealed by the law. Didn't you stay an extra hour last time when you went to the Supernatural Secret Service Division?"

"Ah."

"Do you remember any details? Or did the other party talk about Shibusawa Tatsuhiko in front of you?"

"Yes, they asked me what I thought of Shibusawa Tatsuhiko."

"That's a good idea..." Osamu Dazai sat up, and said with a sneer, "They see that the current situation in Yokohama is unacceptable, and they are going to lie to you, and then threaten and lure you to join the Supernatural Secret Service Division."

"Get ready, people from the law are probably coming, this time they probably really plan to make a real move."

"The Dazai lowered his capital and stole his money to beat the governor's falcon and blow the mo!

In just one sentence, how did Osamu Dazai analyze so many things?

"It won't be serious..." Hugo asked hesitantly, he still believed that he would not fall heavily, "Didn't Nietzsche accept it last time?"

"That was the last time. This time I guess they really planned to attack you. They should send a mission to test your loyalty first, and they will kill you if you are lucky."

"Huh?" Hugo, who didn't get the script, was in a daze. What's the situation, did someone insert a new script without his knowledge?

"No matter what the task is, I will help you finish it together, and get through the most difficult time."

There was Tatsuhiko Shibusawa outside, the Supernatural Secret Service Division lying beside him, and Mr. Mori who didn't know if he would come to share a piece of the pie.

If the law did not intervene, the situation would be even worse if they intervened.

"Anyway..." Osamu Dazai looked at Hugo, who was in a state of disbelief, and said in a heavy tone, "Duan Luhuan Baoyin sauce, don't go out. If you have anything to say, you must tell me, especially the legal issues. Very Get through the hardest time, and the rest will be easy to deal with.”

"Oh, that is to say, can't you go to see Tagore and the teacher in the Supernatural Secret Service Section recently?"

"No, the painting of Lu Xian was dissected and used as a test prop."

Hugo became depressed: "Is it really not possible?"

"cannot!"

Osamu Dazai knew that going to the Supernatural Secret Service Division to visit the two is Hugo's only outdoor activity recently. Now that the situation is urgent, even if the freedom is inhumanely restricted, Hugo cannot be allowed to go out at will.

In the past, going out would cause trouble at most, but now Hugo would die if he went out.

"Okay, okay." Although Hugo couldn't understand what Osamu Dazai was thinking, it didn't prevent him from being obedient.

"Does Grandma Luan Xian understand?"

"No, I will obediently listen to Dazai's." Hugo nodded earnestly at this point, "It's like listening to Keigo, after all, I am a poor traveler!

"You can never go wrong listening to a wise friend."

The author has something to say: 1. Keigo Higashino: I stayed up late to write the script;

Dazai: I secretly flipped through the script;

2. Fanwai: f Minghui;

After staying in Hokkaido for several years, Keigo Higashino gradually got used to the snow scene.

Just like he's used to the violence and gore in the Black Party.

"What habit, if you don't like it, you don't like it. There's no need to cover it up in front of me."

Well, he knows that he has never been used to it, and what is annoying is still very annoying.

"Let's go if you hate it." Miyazaki Tomomori always persuaded him like this, but in fact this guy has nowhere to go and is always wandering aimlessly.

"You eat and drink here all the time, shall I go with you to drink the northwest wind?"

"Then wait."

The other party left these words and left excitedly, and he hasn't seen Miyazaki Tomomori for nearly a month.

"leader……"

The subordinates walked over with a piece of paper in their hands, lowered their heads and stared at the ground, but did not dare to look up.

Higashino Keigo glanced at the other party, seeing what the other party was afraid of, but he didn't care.

In a few years, he joined a little-known small organization from the grassroots to the leader, and then gradually devoured the entire Hokkaido gang, becoming a veritable leader.

During this period of time, he did too many horrible things, causing the people in this area to either respect him like a god, or fear him like a ghost.

At the beginning, he was still not used to it, because those guys always wrote what they thought clearly on their faces.

The imaginative gang members can make up everything from seeing the soul out of the body, reading the brain and hypnosis. It is simply a fantasy novel.

For this reason, Miyazaki Tomomori also recorded these weird thoughts and compiled them into a booklet to read vividly in front of him.

"Let's put it there." He pointed to the table, didn't think much about dealing with it, and leaned on the chair to fiddle with the lighter.

"Patta" the flame lit up, and he took out a cigarette from the drawer, but instead of lighting it, he threw the cigarette on the table irritably.

"pat..."

After turning off the ignition twice, he rubbed the ignition with his fingers, and then threw it on the table mercilessly.

"Hello..." Keigo Higashino picked it up and dialed the phone, his voice was cold, "Is this the police station?"

"Huh?" The other side didn't speak, and Keigo Higashino became a little impatient: "I sent you the information on the Hokkaido gangsters, remember to come here yourself."

"Hey, sir, what are you talking about..."

Before the other party could speak, Keigo Higashino hung up the phone.

If the mountain does not come, I will go to the mountain.

Anyway, he was tired of being the leader, so he wanted to see what Miyazaki Tomomori was doing, and he hadn't come to him for so long.

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