"Not dead, not dead, still alive!"
As soon as the message that deliberately emphasized the keywords came into view, Yuan Wuwei let out a long breath: the person who sent the message was Songkan, who had not heard back for a long time.
"Why don't you come back earlier if you're not dead?" Yuan Wuwei's words were knowingly asking questions and venting his emotions.
Songkan didn't know, so he answered honestly: "There was no signal here just now, and all contact with the outside world was cut off. It might be the Justice Order..."
This message was sent halfway, but Songkan probably felt that the efficiency was too low, so he directly sent a long voice message: "Just now when the Justice Order was performing a ceremony, the clown suddenly came over and bumped into him in the camp. He said... It's better to use his card than to use him directly - anyway, you want to forcefully intervene in the replacement ceremony. As a result, except for the tent where the ceremony was held, almost everything around was wiped out! You don't know that scene, it's my fault. With Mao Yan..."
"I know, now at least tens of millions of people around the world know about it, conservative estimate."
"ah?"
"I'm so relieved! After the signal was restored, you didn't watch the live broadcast immediately, but responded to my message. So, you didn't know about the famous scene where your life idol and the clown confronted each other? By the way, you didn't even look up. Look, what’s coming out of the top of your head?”
I sent this voice message, but there was no reply.
Yuan Wuwei continued to send messages: "The Internet is disconnected again?"
Still no information.
"Depend on!"
Yuan Wuwei turned to look in the direction from the north. The cloud-connecting beam formed by the Replacement Ceremony of the Order of Justice has disappeared. The sky is just a little brighter than here, and there is no other difference. In such a scene, nothing can be seen.
In desperation, Yuan Wuwei could only look up and watch the live broadcast again, using the scene there as a reference.
There was an aerial warship separated from the underground cave engineering camp, and in the confrontation at least several hundred meters above the ground, at some point, ink started flying again.
Due to the stretching of the perspective, it feels like the distance between Raven and the Joker has narrowed...
Well, that's not how it feels.
At this time, Rui Wen was lowering her head, carefully looking at the strange "insects" on the surface of the armor that were eager to continue to decompose and then penetrate under the metal coating.
The clown walked forward unsteadily. During this period, his fingers seemed to be clenching and relaxing unconsciously, as if he was going to pinch Raven's slender neck and break it in the next second.
Looking at the double-open "barrage version", it is obvious that there are not a few people who understand it like Yuan Wuwei. Under the continued emotional influence of "mom fans", more and more people are "invested" in the scene logic of the current group interpretation:
"Ah ah ah don't come over here!"
"Run away, Raven, run away!"
"That one behind the window, you can salute me, come and save me!"
"That guy has run away (face covering)!"
"Speaking of which...hasn't anyone found out who he is?"
The staff base is large, so there must be some knowledgeable people. Maybe some people want to do some rational analysis, but the form of live broadcast room barrage itself is not suitable for long text expressions. It will always be those emotional, witty, and joke-style. Short sentences occupy the field of vision of most people.
It's fine for a short time, but becomes repetitive and boring after a long time.
In fact, the logic of "group interpretation" is really worthless, and the development of events never relies on people's imagination.
Just like the clown in the live broadcast at this time, no matter how hard he clenched his fists and clasped his fingers, when he finally walked in front of Raven, he just tilted his head in a slightly exaggerated way, and looked at the pool of blood on the ground with Raven.
Traces of residual limbs and debris.
He even took the initiative to initiate a conversation: "You acted quickly, but if it weren't for the 'sacred space' and the interference of 'demons and monsters', I probably wouldn't have missed you...and Nick."
"Of course, your presence itself is a distraction."
The clown mentioned "ghosts and monsters" again.
Earlier, when an aerial warship came over the clouds, Yuan Wuwei once thought that the "demon" was the clown's derogatory name for this spaceship.
But now it doesn't look like it.
The problem is, the airspace they are currently in has few clouds and clear sky, so where do the "demons and monsters" come from?
Raven had no obvious response to the clown's drunken or drugged remarks, and still lowered her head and stared at the "ground".
The clown raised his head first, glanced at the lens mounted with ink, and then turned to Raven, wandering between her cheeks and head and neck, without covering up.
The words are even more erratic: "Meeting... is better than being famous, although it may not be easy to digest."
"His!"
Yuan Wuwei gasped subconsciously, not to mention the "mother fans" in the live broadcast room.
He didn't dare to watch the barrage that followed.
Yuan Wuwei quickly turned his attention away from the double-open "barrage version"... Even though he reacted quickly, he still caught a glimpse of the prelude of the volcanic eruption of barrage groups on the live broadcast screen:
"abnormal!"
"Stay away from us, Raven!"
At this time, Songkan sent another message, with a runny-nosed expression on his head: "When did Miss Ruiwen come back?"
"That's not the point, okay?" Yuan Wuwei took the time to look at Tu Ge outside the car and quickly replied to the message, "According to the thinking of die-hard fans like you, you shouldn't immediately burst into tears and thank her for luring the clown away... No, you should Are you beating your chest and hating yourself for being incompetent and not letting the clown eat and drink enough, so that you are still a threat to Miss Raven?"
"Sweaty, a little bit...but not serious."
"Look at the puddle of sewage and minced meat under her feet. It is said that she just had a fight with Nick under your feet - do you feel a little bit happy about being protected now?"
"Nick?"
"Are you touched by Baili's return of support?"
There was no reply from Songkan again, and Yuan Wuwei rolled his eyes. Was he really moved to tears?
He felt that the person involved should be somewhat aware of the crisis, so he sent another message: "It seems that Nick suffered a loss, but he is definitely still alive and kicking. I don't know if he ran away or is hiding nearby. Be careful, there is something above your head." Clown, there's Nick underneath your feet, don't accidentally get him pinched inside."
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A second later, Songkan replied: "Nick? Where is the water tank?"
This ability to associate...
Although it was barely justified, Yuan Wuwei still found it strange: Under normal circumstances, it wouldn't be such a jump, would it?
"What's your idea?"
If those extraordinary species hadn't mentioned the symbiotic relationship between Nick and the water tank during the video conference, Yuan Wuwei might not have been able to quickly think of it. After all, there was still some distance between them.
Songkan responded quickly this time: "I just suddenly remembered... I really didn't feel it at all just now."
"No signs at all? I thought a fight between extraordinary species would cause the world to collapse."
"It was really scary when the clown attacked the ceremony of the Order of Justice."
"Hey, is the replacement ceremony over? Have those two unlucky guys been saved?"
"It seems...it has been suspended." Songkan couldn't explain clearly either.
After all, the ability levels are there, and most of what they say is just repeating what others have said, "I heard from Ms. Maoyan that it seems that Archbishop Lanier took the initiative to stop the ceremony, probably to prepare for another replacement."
"Isn't it a clown card?" Yuan Wuwei was a little bit interested in watching the fun, and was quite disappointed when he heard this, "Change it again? Isn't he afraid of the clown?"
"I'm not sure about this. But...can you see it?"
Songkan took a photo and sent it, which showed the engineering camp after a round of confrontation between extraordinary species. In the middle of the messy background, the tent with the "sick patient" stood alone and conspicuous.
Just on its periphery, a slightly dim silver-white light formed a rather sacred halo in a relatively gentle form, shrouding the tent in it, which was probably the remnant of the Justice Order's replacement ceremony.
Yuan Wuwei replied: "The light and shadow effects are quite beautiful, but what next?"
"Look carefully, do you see anything inside this light and outside the tent?"
"Uh, how about you be more specific?"
"Is there any mark on the upper right side? There was no mark before - when Rabi's fire chain saw hit it, it could sometimes be damaged, but it was quickly repaired, leaving no trace at all in the end. As a result, now, Something left a mark."
ha?
Yuan Wuwei tried hard to distinguish, maybe it was due to psychological factors. The so-called "marks" that he could not see clearly at first were really appearing, and they felt slightly flat and narrow, but it was hard to say what the specific contours were. .
"By the way, what does this have to do with changing the replacement?"
Songkan posted another photo, this time from a different angle, and also expressed his feelings: "I feel like a wing... edge. I heard from Maoyan that this is actually some special element of the spiritual ocean in the sacred space. mapping."
wing?
I'm sorry that Yuan Wuwei is blind, or maybe he wasn't there and didn't have enough experience. It is really impossible to connect that "mark" with the so-called "wings".
Moreover, following Songkan's logic and exaggerating a little, wouldn't it mean that at the level of the spiritual ocean, a big bird just "flew" across?
This is more absurd than the clown's drug-taking expression.
But then again, aren't there many "absurd" things happening these days?
Yuan Wuwei's fingertips and thoughts were a little stagnant, and he still didn't know how to reply.
At this time, shadows came over from the sides.
Tu Ge, who had been dazed by the river for a while, walked back to the car, on Yuan Wuwei's side. Across the car door, the lower half of the face that cannot be covered by sunglasses, the lips are obviously pursed, and it looks more serious and cold than usual.
Just in time to come back!
Yuan Wuwei was full of doubts. He became willful and didn't care about other people's moods. He projected the information interface in front of him and pressed down the car window to show it to Tuge:
"Come on, come on, Boss Tu, do you think the person in the aperture in this photo is..."
"Say to the dead bird."
"ha?"
It felt like Tu Ge didn't even look at it, so he directly gave the answer. His tone was calm, without any ups and downs, and there seemed to be some uncertainty lingering in it.
Turger repeated again: "The bird of death...a fish that always wants to fly to the River Styx."
"..."
At this moment, Yuan Wuwei felt that the person next to him was not Tu Ge, but a clown who had just overdosed on drugs.
Before he could figure out what was going on, Tu Ge knocked on the upper edge of the car window and issued an order:
"get off."
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