"Well~ Who am I? It's really a coincidence, brother Situ~" Mo Wan immediately covered his mouth, and laughed loudly in an extremely strange tone.

"My surname is Sikong..." Suddenly, veins popped out on the young man's forehead, and he gritted his teeth and looked at Mo Wan.

Mo Wan smiled awkwardly, and said to the young man, "Oh, yes, yes, I kind of forgot, brother Sikong Chong~"

"That word is mirage (shen)! Can you clear up my name!" The boy said with twitching corners of his mouth.

"Hey, miss, who is this person?" Yan Qing moved closer to Mo Wan, looked at the young man in front of her and said.

"It's just an idiot, just ignore him and send him away quickly." Mo Wan rubbed the center of his brows with a headache, "It's already annoying enough, I didn't expect to meet such a troublesome guy, it's really annoying ah……"

"Oh? So do you need to clean it up a little bit?" Lilith suddenly asked with a terrifying smile, her beautiful and white legs were slightly raised, and the heels made of blades shone sharply.

"Calm down, let me tell you, do you still hold grudges so much?" The young man who called himself Sikong Mi hurriedly waved his hands and said to Mo Wan, "You should know what's going on right now."

"Of course I know, but I don't think there is any communicative value for a super-powered wanted criminal who can switch his personality at any time."

"Wanted criminal with super powers? What's going on?" Ling looked at Mo Wan and asked.

Mo Wan sighed, looked at Sikong Mirage and said: "This guy is a supernatural criminal wanted by the United Nations privately, and he is one of the key targets for using super powers to commit major crimes. At the same time, he has a bit of a relationship with me... ..."

"Hmph, I really appreciate the compliment. After all, a lot of my current situation is indeed thanks to you." Sikong Mi sneered, looked at Mo Wan and said, "Are you right, the World Anti-Psychological Organization ——[Fiona]'s leader, Sister Mo Wan."

"Well, I'm not surprised by this sudden development, what's going on?" Lilith spread her hands, looked at Gilgamesh and said.

But Gilgamesh didn't respond immediately, he just looked at Sikong Mirage and said, "Then, let me ask, little girl, what is this person's so-called [Super Power]?"

"Sikong Mirage's ability, how should I put it, is very complicated." Mo Wan said with a headache, "It stands to reason that a person can only have one kind of ability, but the problem is that this guy has a lot of superpowers. .”

"How is this going?"

"Because he is a severe schizophrenic..." Mo Wan sighed and said, "He split his various values ​​and ways of thinking into many, which also led to his spirit being divided into several parts. Each plate, and then, each personality will lead an extremely tricky ability..."

When Gilgamesh heard this, he could roughly understand what was going on, looked at this person and said, "That's it, that is to say, he gave birth to different superpowers for each personality, right? "

Mo Wan frowned and said: "Yes, and the most terrible thing is that a person's ability represents the essence of a person's soul, but each person's personality can be regarded as a [soul] of different nature, so now stand Who is your personality in front of me? Mr. Sikong Mirage."

"Who else could it be? Of course it's the one you've been fighting with all this time!" Sikong Mirage suddenly laughed, showing sharp canine teeth and said, "And this time, you seem to be in a lot of trouble. Ah, ah ha ha ha ha ha~"

"That's the one who likes to have fun the most, a pure hedonistic personality..." Mo Wan sighed, "It's actually the most troublesome personality..."

"Of course, but this time I came to help you because I thought it was very interesting. Moreover, this can be regarded as a very important piece of information, so I plan to share it with you."

Sikong Mirage slightly narrowed his eyes and said, "It's about the inexplicable loss of one of my soul [personality] after I came here."

The Eighth Day in Prison——Si Kong Mirage's Identity, Highmore's Inference

"Let me take a look." Highmore brushed off the document in his hand with a smile, and said with a smile to Sikong Mirage, who had a distorted face, "Name: Sikong Mirage, Gender: Male, Age: 18 years old , usually lives as an ordinary high school student, but in fact is an extremely dangerous superpower who often easily loses control."

Listening to Highmore's words, Sikong Mirage's face also became greener and greener, as black and cold as steel.

However, Highmore seemed not aware of it, and continued to speak: "And it's not just that, Sikong Mirage, according to the above description, all superpowers seem to be born with unique abilities. But you are different."

Highmore paused for a moment, and continued: "You are a superpower that was artificially created in the dark, and the purpose of your creation is essentially to allow humans to master the [Divine Power] , Ideally, an existence that can achieve omniscience and omnipotence, I think this description is correct."

The eyelid of Sikong Mirage's right eye twitched, but he chose to remain silent at this moment, not answering Highmore's words.

"But the most interesting situation has emerged. Omniscient and omnipotent means that you, as a person, need to know everything like a god and control all power like an Almighty God. However, it is impossible to achieve it with only the human body and soul. ,right."

At this moment, when Highmore mentioned this matter, Sikong Mirage's pupils shrank violently, and pictures appeared in front of him like the windows of a high-speed train speeding away from him. .

Operation,

anatomy,

craniotomy,

suture,

light,

Neighing,

pain,

die,

death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death, death Die die die die die die die die die! ! ! !

"Shut up..." The corners of Sikong's mouth twisted. At this moment, he didn't know whether he was crying or laughing.

"Well, so, those guys who created you used a special method against you." Highmore spread his hands, and looked at Sikong Mirage as if mockingly.

At this moment, Sikong Mirage's body trembled from the severe pain as if his head had been directly cut open by a sharp knife. He immediately covered his head, biting his lower lip with his teeth, biting his lip out There was gurgling blood!

"Goo...Kah...Gah...Shut up...Bastard...Thing Goo...Gah...Gah...Ah..."

Weird trills, growls and strange laughter came from Sikong Mirage's mouth. At this moment, no one could tell what kind of emotion he was feeling.

But there is only one thing that is certain, and that is the sharp murderous aura that is so strong that it will kill all the creatures in front of it, no matter who it is, it can definitely feel it!

"Hahahaha, what a pity! In order to create a shell to accommodate the power of God, they actually...huh..." Highmore looked up to the sky and laughed as if he didn't know the murderous intent, "They actually chose to use a craniotomy to force the Your spirit is divided into hundreds or thousands of personalities to adapt to this so-called [omnipotence]!"

In an instant, a huge force grabbed Highmore's neck and slammed his whole body on the wall behind him. Accompanied by a violent sound, the wall was smashed out of a huge hole in an instant!

Blood flowed from Highmore's smiling mouth, but even so, he still looked at Sikong Mirage as if he didn't care, and said calmly, "Have you become angry from embarrassment?"

"Do you want to die..." Sikong Mian gritted his teeth and growled at Highmore, his teeth rubbed sharply, and uncontrollable anger burst out of his mouth.

Si Kong Mirage's seemingly incomparably weak arm unexpectedly burst out with shocking strange force, and ruthlessly strangled Highmore's neck.

"Well, but before I die, can you help me solve the things I care about the most? Your Excellency Sikong Mirage." Highmore took a hard breath and said with a wry smile, "Can you tell me, the current What kind of personality are you?"

Highmore's smiling eyes suddenly turned cold, and he asked with a sinister look, "Or... how much of your personality is left to be manipulated by you?"

"——————————!?"

Si Kong Mirage's expression froze in an instant, he let go of his hand, stared fixedly at Highmore and said, "How much do you really know?"

"It's just conjecture." Highmore smiled, dusted the document in his hand and said, "The document above records your identity and ability control in detail, not only that, but also other people among us. In addition to the information of Ms. Megan, Your Excellency Qiushan Richen, and Mr. Faria, the information of those who have died are also recorded in detail in those files. Of course, I just flipped through Just go through your file."

Highmore said: "It records all the information about the exercise of your abilities, including that you will inevitably switch your own personality uncontrollably at midnight every day, and you must feel subjectively that you can truly control your personality. You can gain control over your personality only when you have the power to live."

"Is there any problem?" Sikong Mirage asked coldly.

"Of course, and the problem is very big." Highmore laughed contentedly, pushing his glasses and looking at Sikong Mirage, "Although as mentioned above, your personality is divided into numbers that cannot be clearly measured, and some The difference in personality is even just whether you like something or not, but even so, all your personalities belong to different spiritual levels, that is, [soul]. So after switching personalities, even if it is very small, it is absolutely There will be different reactions."

Highmore's eyes met Sikong Mirage's, showing a smile: "But I can't find any difference in your daily reaction."

"..." Sikong Mirage's eyelids twitched immediately.

Highmore continued his analysis with a smile: "Therefore, I deduced several possibilities: first, you lost the power of split personality for some reason; second, all your personalities fell asleep, leaving only Thirdly, you are very skilled at disguising yourself."

"Then which one do you think it is?" Sikong Mirage's brows were getting closer and closer, almost forming a pimple between his brows.

"Hmph, that's right, I've confirmed it, Mr. Sikong Mirage." Highmore smiled, looked at the young man and said, "—there is only this personality left for you now, right? .”

Sikong Mirage's pupils shrank in an instant, silently staring at Highmore.

"It seems that I was right..." Highmore smiled and said with a kind smile, "Don't worry, I don't have any special intentions for you, it's just that your daily performance makes me feel I'm just very interested in getting to know you—then, Mr. Sikong Mirage, can you calm down now and have a little chat with me about your loss of personality?"

As Highmore said, he took out more documents from behind, unfolded them to Sikong Mirage and said, "As information, it's not impossible for me to show you the results of other people's investigations, what do you think? ?”

The Eighth Day in Prison - Sikong's Ability, True Identity

Sikong Mirage sat down in his seat, looked at Highmore and said, "Your deduction is right or wrong...Mr. Highmore."

"What?" Highmore frowned slightly, looked at the boy in front of him and asked, "Can you tell me where my deduction is wrong?"

"As stated in this information, I do have countless personalities, and each personality can be regarded as a different [individual]. Therefore, it is not actually that I have lost my personality." Sikong Mirage looked at Highmore stared into his eyes and said word by word, "It's [me] as an individual who was separated from [my] group by something."

"That is to say, you are actually a lonely soul who has left your original big family?" Highmore asked with a smile.

Sikong Mirage nodded in agreement and said, "Ah, yes, you can indeed say that."

Seeing Sikong Mirage's answer, Highmore held his chin slightly, thinking about something: "Then, the last question, Your Excellency Sikong Mirage, do [you] have any special abilities?"

"My ability?" Sikong Mirage looked at Highmore and said calmly, "My ability... is to look directly at the concept of [death]."

Highmore stared at Sikong Mirage, frowned and said, "What does this mean?"

"Everything in the world has the concept of [death], you should know it - when the vase is broken, it loses the value of carrying flowers, that is death; when the flowers wither, it loses the value of opening, it is death It is death; if the bridge breaks, it cannot withstand the heavy traffic, which is also death."

Sikong Mirage closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already covered with a layer of dim blood, which made High Moore's heart throb suddenly.

"And what my eyes have-is the power to understand this concept and interpret and draw him."

"That is to say, you can see the concept of [death], or... can you see who is going to die?"

"That's right, I can clearly see the death of all of you, everyone will die, but...my ability is somewhat useless here."

"What's the matter?" Highmore asked.

"Because the probability of death is the same for everyone, you are all entwined with the concept of extremely dense death..."

Hearing Si Kong Mirage's words, Highmore couldn't help but frowned, and instinctively looked at himself.

"In this prison, anyone is afraid that a slight change may cause a person's death in an instant... that is to say, he is shrouded in [death]." Sikong Mirage suddenly laughed, "It's not just you, Even I am the same...Here, we may all have a very high probability of dying."

Highmore didn't speak, just looked at Sikong Mirage and asked: "Then, what does pulling mean? According to you, you seem to be able to pull death?"

"That's right, of course I can pull out your death. In my eyes, there are threads of death in everything, and I can pull them in to control your death."

"Is it the plot of "Death Comes"?" Highmore suddenly laughed.

"Let's add "The Realm of the Sky"." Sikong Mirage shrugged and said, "It's not so much like the god of death coming, but tampering with the thread of death wrapped around people, it's more like the setting in it is gone."

Sikong Mirage suddenly showed a sinister smile: "So... If I really want to kill you, then it's just a thought."

As he said this, he slightly opened his hand and said, "Everyone's death is under my control, so if I really want to kill you, and I'm still in this prison with the strongest breath of death , so there is absolutely no difficulty in what I do."

"Indeed, and if you really want to commit a crime, you probably don't need to do it yourself, even if it's possible to control other people." Highmore laughed.

"That's it." Sikong Mi said with a gloomy face when he said this, "But I didn't expect someone other than me to control my own life and death..."

"Huh? What do you mean?" Hearing this sentence, Highmore was stunned for a moment.

"It's nothing, I just thought of a guy who I can't see a dead line all over her body." Sikong Mirage shook his head, "By the way, don't doubt me because of my ability, I'll tell you the truth... ...I have nothing to do with the cases of Ikov and Mozuku."

"Didn't you do it?" Highmore suddenly showed a disappointed expression, shaking his head and said.

"Hmm...I said you really came to trick me..." Immediately, the gloom on Sikong Mirage's face became stronger, and he stared at High Moore with gritted teeth.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to talk." Highmore shrugged, "Even if you are the mastermind behind the scenes, there is no doubt that it was Mr. Ikov who actually killed Ms. Moshizuku. This is true. Undoubted."

"So... did you forget to promise me?" Sikong Mirage looked at Highmore angrily, and asked in a low voice, "Hurry up and give me the files of those guys!"

"Of course, I mean what I say." Highmore laughed, and gently handed a few documents in his hand to Sikong Mirage, "But I'm a little surprised, are you so interested in their identities? ?”

"It's not that I'm interested, but I'm suspicious of one thing." Sikong Mirage replied, flipping through everyone's profiles quickly, and as he flipped through more profiles, his expression became more and more serious.

"Liu Huiqing...the granddaughter of one of the largest chaebols in the United States today-the president of the Morgan Consortium...the mother is a daughter of the consortium, and the father is a Chinese student from Columbia University...a doctor of engineering..." Si Kong Mirage continued to look down.

"Ikov...Russia's hero-level special soldier...was also the...general who led the Russian special forces."

"Ailio, a world-famous thief, the most representative theft records were...the Queen's Crown of England, the Chinese agate cup inlaid with gold beasts, and the treasure of the British Museum "The Lady's Proverbs"...all of which are world-famous Big case..."

Highmore shrugged his shoulders and said: "Indeed, but these things were returned intact after a while...I'm afraid Miss Ario just wanted to prove her stealing skills..."

Sikong mirage swallowed, and continued to mutter in a low voice: "Zhang Gao, a bad boy, is also a world-class motorcycle acrobat... Damn, is this guy not just a bad boy? Why didn't he mention it? Get over this!"

"Maybe he thinks it's not worth saying anything." Highmore laughed and said, crossing his arms, "After all, in his eyes, I think motorcycle acrobatics may be just simple entertainment."

Si Kong Mirage didn't continue to speak, just continued to look down, but his expression became serious, looked at Highmore and said, "It's your turn..."

Highmore looked at his profile picture on the document, and smiled: "Yes, it's indeed my time... Then please read my information, Your Excellency Sikong Mirage."

"Aren't you afraid that I will seek revenge on you after I know your true identity?" Sikong Mirage asked through gritted teeth.

"At that time, I will definitely welcome you warmly, Your Excellency Sikong Mirage." Highmore said with a smile.

"Tch...pretentious." Sikong Mi was speechless, picked up the document in his hand and continued to read.

The genius remembers the address of this site in a second: ..Biquge mobile version reading URL: m.

Eighth day in jail - the end of the day, a lively family (no)

Sikong shook his head and continued to read, but his eyes widened as he read further: "Highmore? —The head of the Sherlock Holmes Consortium, but his secret identity is actually...the actual controller of the CIA!?"

"As expected, you're right." Seeing Sikong Mirage's incomparably wonderful expression, High Moore suddenly laughed, and asked, "You should see the pattern of this, right?"

"Ah... that's right, they are all big figures... Even if I am not famous in the world, I am still a character that is familiar to all major governments in the dark. Why on earth... so many Is there someone who is famous and respectable in the society to be placed in this kind of place?" Sikong Mirage thought of this, looked at Highmore and asked, "I said, you shouldn't be investigating me just because of my performance."

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