As the twenty digital people in the room opened their arms toward the life exchange contract that exuded golden light in mid-air, the contract floating in the sky suddenly became even more golden!
Like a blazing sun! Hanging in the Emotional Counseling Room No. 2404!
At this moment, Wang Dashui suddenly understood what they wanted to do.
They are not satisfied with one-on-one life superposition!
They want to use the collective identity of twenty digital people to sign their names on the radiant contract!
Once Xie Zhi's subconscious believed their lies, the next second, the twenty digital people in front of him, plus Xie Zhi who was in a coma, the total of twenty-one people, would instantly merge and then split into two completely new ones. people!
How dare they!
He even dared to exploit loopholes in the pollutant rules, allowing a life exchange contract that could only be signed by two people to affect twenty-one people at the same time, just to fuse the most likely savior!
"Madman! Madman! Madman! They are all madmen!"
Wang Dazhuo's pupils trembled violently. In his sight, the golden "sun" was turning into a bigger and bigger golden illusion with the joint prayers of all the digital people, and in that golden illusion, a A dark golden quill comes.
At the same time as the quill appeared, the "Sanskrit sounds" muttered by all the digital people around Wang Dazhuo rose higher in an instant, like the waves of the sea that suddenly rose, the huge sound waves surged, and the hazy sound was surging. The hazy quills and the golden balls of light on the waves are all clustered here and there, like a ship in a storm!
In another moment, all the sounds in Wang Dazhuo's ears roared away!
It seems that at this moment, all sounds have lost their appearance, leaving only endless buzzing!
And the beeps continued to superimpose one wave after another. Before the thinking could catch up, the beeps gathered in the room, ten times, a hundred times, a thousand times, ten thousand times!
The second hand of the wall clock finally moved forward for one second, and in the blink of an eye as the hand moved, the buzzer was no longer allowed in this world.
All the buzzing disappeared, and the extreme noise suddenly turned into an even more extreme silence.
Only the waves of sound are left, rushing and rolling under the golden "sunlight", like dyed ocean waves.
Surrounded by this sound wave, the golden ball of light suddenly turned into the golden-red sun rising over the sea.
The quill continuously wrote the names of everyone present, hanging around the golden-red sun, turning into condensed and hot clouds.
And under this beautiful image, from the sun to the red clouds, his eyes followed the waves of sound downwards. Wang Dazhuo suddenly discovered that the position of the comatose Xie Zhi was exactly below the sea surface in this picture of sunrise on the sea. In this position, Xie Zhi in a coma seemed like a ship sinking at the bottom of the sea.
"ah!!!"
Xie Zhi suddenly opened his eyes, but there was no light in his eyes. At this moment, Xie Zhi was clearly still in a coma, but his body clearly stood up on its own initiative, like a patient with deep sleepwalking. Project your fantasies into reality while sleeping.
Xie Zhi, who was blind-eyed, stood there wearing a memory retrieval helmet. Blue flames slowly rose from his back, and red flames rose from his heart at the same time.
The two flames, one blue and one red, were constantly intertwined and intertwined under the surging and surrounding golden sound waves, and a shadow that was 70% similar to Xie Zhi finally appeared in front of Xie Zhi.
The red and blue virtual image of Xie Zhi has been staring at the "golden sun" floating in the air since it appeared. It stretched out its hand, and the virtual image kept rising, running towards the golden sun, as if The divers swam hard to the surface and finally embraced the golden sun in their arms.
Everything seems to be destined.
Everything seems to be leading to a destined end.
Wang Dazhui sighed inexplicably. He knew that when Xie Zhi's subconscious shadow was pulled away from Xie Zhi's self by those seductive voices, he embraced the contract without hesitation and wrote his name into it subconsciously. When the contract was signed, this time traveler game was terminated without any suspense.
Several years of site visits and investigations, half a year of planning and preparation, and countless preparation processes carried out by human scales around the possible existence of time travellers, have finally become the wedding dress of digital miracles.
And I, after the end of this "Sanskrit Music Festival", will inevitably become the biggest sinner in the scale.
It was his own mistakes that finally caused the balance of mankind to slip from the side destined to win to a humiliating defeat.
As for the time traveler Xie Zhi...
Wang DaZhuo looked at Xie Zhi who was swaying as if he had lost his soul.
For him, rather than becoming a chess piece that all forces compete for now, dying in the previous life might be a better destination...
it's all over.
Everything will come to a destined end.
Wang DaZhuo slowly closed his eyes.
At the last moment of his life, he finally accepted his weakness.
"boom!!!"
A deafening explosion exploded from Wang Dazhuo's ears.
Wang Dazhuo guessed that it was an explosion from the exchange of contracts. In the end, the digital miracle failed to deceive the rules. The fusion attempt of twenty digital people and time travelers finally led to an explosion of energy.
fair enough.
Wang Dashuo laughed to himself inwardly.
It would be considered a vigorous death.
Wang Dazui imitated the movements of those figures and opened his arms to die generously.
but……
The imagined energy explosion and annihilation did not happen.
The cool evening breeze blew on Wang Dazhuo's body.
He opened his eyes suspiciously, only to find that all the tempered glass was shattered at this moment, and the evening breeze blew in from the glassless window.
And in front of my own eyes...
Twenty digital men lined up.
The huge spear penetrated their monitor brains, nailing all the monitors to the wall.
Every one of them has completely lost its vitality.
Wang Dashu swallowed.
Under his seagull mask, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
He knew the gun.
No, I should say...
Everyone in the world knows this gun.
The owner of this red-tasseled gun is Mediator No. 7, "God of War."
The golden sun was plucked from the sky by a big hand and turned back into a pollution contract filled with gilded text.
The wrist of that big hand wore an eye-catching gold watch. Looking from the wrist upwards, it turned out to be an old and pilling Mao suit.
The middle-aged man in Mao suit raised the pollution contract in front of his eyes and squinted to look at it carefully.
"Ah... I mean, it turned out to be this plan..."
The middle-aged man has a smooth and shiny back hair, with a hint of white on the temples.
When Wang Dazhuo thought of "God of War" in his mind, the middle-aged man in Mao suit said "Eh", immediately put down the contract in his hand, and turned his head to look at Wang Dazhuo, who could not move.
At this moment, Wang Dashu finally saw the middle-aged man's face clearly.
His eyes widened instantly, showing extreme shock.
"Principal Zhao Haiyang???"
"Hey, is it possible that the middle-level leaders of the Human Balance Organization are actually my students from Yan Shuan Fu Qing?"
The man in the Chinese tunic suit took out a windproof lighter from his pocket and slowly started to burn the contract in his hand with dazzling flames from the corners.
The man let go of his hand, and the life exchange contract was suspended in mid-air, burning quietly and quickly into ashes.
Then, the man in Chinese tunic suit put his hands in his pockets and slowly walked towards Wang Daduo.
"Which class are you in? Are you so capable?"
Wang DaZhuo hesitated to speak, and then felt a tug on his head.
The seagull hood was taken off by the middle-aged man.
Zhao Haiyang had a smile on his face.
"Hey, who do I think this is? Isn't this Wang Dazhui, a professional in level 48 pollution cleanup?"
"It's kind of interesting. If you're a good student but you're not good at it, if you're a bad student you'll slip away. You're going to be a law enforcement officer at night, instead of being a good teacher."
Wang Dazhuo opened his mouth wide, and countless questions ran through his mind. He had countless questions that he wanted to ask, but none of them could be asked.
Principal Zhao Haiyang of Yanqing University in Yanshui is actually Mediator No. 7 Wu Shen?
How come Mediator No. 7 doesn’t seem to be hostile to me? He is the executive of Human Scale!
In the current situation, why does it feel like I have become the junior mediator No. 7? It doesn't feel like a fight between enemies at all, but rather like the admonishment of the family elders to the younger ones? ? ?
Wang Daduo opened and closed his mouth, but in the end, he couldn't ask a single question.
Because Zhao Haiyang spoke again, he ended his exchange with Wang Daduo with an unquestionable affirmation.
"Okay, this is only done once, and it won't be allowed in the future."
"After returning to school, write a 10,000-word review and submit it to the Academic Affairs Office. Next week during the school's weekly meeting, go to the podium and read it aloud in front of all the teachers and students."
"A review of ten thousand words!?"
Wang DaZhuo finally shouted. He wanted to say something else, but the seagull hood was put back on his face. A soft but domineering power emitted from the seagull hood, which directly sealed Wang DaZhuo's body. mouth, leaving him speechless.
"Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!"
Wang Dazuo's eyes widened. He pointed at his mouth and then looked at his hands in surprise.
The restrictions imposed by the Miracle Presbyterian Church were easily lifted!
What kind of force is this? !
This force directly sealed my mouth like tape!
Wang Dashu struggled twice more, but soon he felt that the mysterious power from the seagull's hood suddenly strengthened again.
This time, he couldn't even make a whimpering sound. No matter how hard he tried, all that came out of his throat was airflow that was difficult to form a sound.
"You are not allowed to speak until the review is finished, and reflect carefully."
Zhao Haiyang patted Wang Dadui on the shoulder, then walked leisurely around Wang Dadui and the unconscious Xie Zhi with his hands behind his back, and walked out of the emotional counseling room.
But Zhao Haiyang did not go to the elevator, but to the other end of the corridor.
On the orange-red carpet, Xie Zhi’s mobile phone screen lit up.
Zhang Hongmian's figure appeared on the screen and bowed to Zhao Haiyang, who was strolling over.
"Thank you, Principal Zhao, for your help. Zhang Hongmian is very grateful."
"hehe."
Zhao Haiyang stopped in front of the mobile phone, but did not answer Zhang Hongmian's words. He just watched Zhang Hongmian's actions on the screen quietly.
Zhang Hongmian bowed for three minutes, and Zhao Haiyang stood there and watched her bow for three minutes.
Finally, Zhao Haiyang sneered and slowly took out an iron box from his pocket.
"I'm afraid I'm thanking you on the surface, but in my heart I'm scolding me for being such a troublemaker."
"If I don't show up, the next person to show up will be your original people."
"For the sake of rare time traveler resources, we will appear on stage after you sing. It's really exciting."
There were mint candies in the iron box. Zhao Haiyang poured out two mint candies and threw them into his mouth.
The cool taste exploded in his mouth, and then Zhao Haiyang chewed the mint candy into pieces.
Zhang Hongmian bent even lower.
"Lian Ping wants to control the time traveler, and Miracle wants to replace the time traveler. What purpose do you have in appearing in front of him?"
Zhang Hongmian finally spoke in a neither humble nor overbearing tone.
"Returning to Teacher Zhao, I originally wanted to gain the trust of the time-travelers, and establish bonding and identification with the time-travelers in life and death crises."
"Your answer is not sincere enough."
Zhao Haiyang's eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. His gaze penetrated Zhang Hongmian's shadow and looked deeper behind the scenes.
But after a moment, Zhao Haiyang moved away his steps and eyes.
"I will treat you as your consort who wants to be a time traveler."
"Tell your original archbishop that next time I reach out, I will cut off his arm."
Zhao Haiyang turned around and walked slowly towards the elevator.
But after a moment, he stopped again, turned his head to look at Zhang Hongmian, and also glanced at Wang Dazuo, who was still struggling.
"The midterm test will be held in two months, and students from all years will be tested together."
"For outstanding students with a GPA of 4.0 or above, I will personally be their tutor."
[Volume 1, "The Lost Moon", end]
