The attendant put the two conference tables together, and a temporary display stand was formed. The human head specimen taken by Marcus's men was placed next to Lord Claude's body. At first glance, except for Mr. Consul General's expression, which was slightly better, its dry and shrunken condition was basically the same.
People gathered around with different moods.
Judging from the conversation just now, the McCanns are undoubtedly the main ones fighting. In contrast, Yin Erpu's attitude is a bit ambiguous.
But the two obviously have one thing in common, that is, when the war really starts, neither of them has any plans to directly participate in the war!
No matter how loud the harsh words are shouted, no matter how rich the tricks are behind the scenes, in the end, they are just spectators standing aside to watch others fight to the death.
Everyone present in Ulan knew this very well.
Civil servants are sighing, feeling annoyed and helpless about the possible bumps in their career in the future.
The military generals were sighing, feeling ashamed and angry that they did not dare to say a simple sentence of "defend the home and the country" and lacked self-confidence.
The people of the Hemei family were sighing. Although they were hidden targets set by Chahan and shouldered the mission of reviving the family, they were still half Ulan people after all! This side is the land where one is raised and accomplished, and the other side is the direction where one’s faith ultimately belongs. Where to go?
Although the reasons for sighing were different, these people naturally focused their attention on Master Tabaka.
Didn’t it say that comparisons should be made to determine authenticity? Well, now that the head is here, let’s make a comparison and put an end to it!
If the master confirms that Claude also died at the hands of the magic injector, then as Adela analyzed before, the war between Ulan and Ruers is basically unavoidable!
Looking at the almost identical appearance of the corpse and the human head, everyone almost knew Master Tabaka's conclusion.
There should be no other result, unless a miracle happens! And can miracles happen so casually?
The fat man was also sighing. He suddenly felt a little sad, perhaps because he felt the helplessness rooted deep in everyone's heart, and the source of this helplessness - self-righteousness. When the truth that you think is right is not recognized, you have to think of ways and means to persuade; if you say you are not convinced, you have to persuade, use your status, momentum, violence, or even blood or human life; and if you are not convinced, you must Woolen cloth? Will we have to give in and become helpless? !
"Alas! This is true for others, and why not for myself?!" Mai Sang sighed secretly.
He separated from the crowd and came to the display stand. Looking at the corpse's vacant eyes and thinking about the woman he liked a few hours ago, Claude, who was full of joy and sorrow, sad and angry, the fat man decided to seek justice for his enemies and opponents for the first time.
After all, everyone is dead, and it would be so tragic if they were still being used!
"Everyone, let's start with the appearance first." Mr. Mai said solemnly.
Everyone had already predicted the answer, but Master Tabaka seemed to have discovered something else when he came up with a word. They couldn't help but stare at the display stand with all their attention.
"The scary thing about magic infusers is not only that their moves are weird and ferocious, but the most important thing is that they can use some special method to absorb the opponent's concentration before they die and use it for themselves. Moreover, this kind of energy taken from others In addition to replenishing the consumption of the magic injector, the energy can also make him a more powerful existence!" Fatty said slowly, polishing the first-hand information he got from the third lady, Capricorn Child.
Although there were many people at the scene, all of them had only heard of the "Magic Injection Master". After listening to the fat man's explanation, they were frightened and at the same time secretly admired them. They thought that the master was the master, and he was indeed knowledgeable! Moreover, just from the perspective of vision, this Tabaka seems to be much smarter than Chiran and his wife!
Chi Rong and Lan Ling had a haze on their faces as soon as Fatty opened his mouth. After their persuasion failed, they killed Claude and planned to frame Xi Laier with this, thereby arousing the Ulan people's hostility towards the Ruhrs and triggering a war... Although all of this was done under orders, it didn't take long. If someone really exposes you, how should you deal with it?
The two looked at each other and saw the worry in each other's eyes.
"Everyone, please look at the expression on this head's face!" In the doubtful eyes of everyone, Master Tabaka continued: "Do you see fear?"
"That's right! Isn't this just fear? It's just like you've encountered an evil spirit!" The middle-aged wealthy businessman frowned and said with disgust.
"This kind of fear is not because the opponent is a ferocious demon king, but because he feels helpless that although his energy is disappearing and being stolen by others, he is unable to resist at all!" Fatty said in a leisurely tone.
"Hmm! It seems to be true!" After Mr. Mai's suggestion, everyone looked at the head for a while, and couldn't help but feel that the master's analysis made more sense.
"Look at Lord Claude's face again, what do you see?" The fat man directed everyone's attention to the corpse at the right time.
"This, is this also fear? Oh, no, this seems to be anger, right?!" Wazaru shouted loudly.
"Yes! It's different, this is anger!" a civil servant blurted out. After the guy finished speaking, he suddenly realized something, and his face turned a little pale, as if he was afraid that his words would offend Lan Ling.
"Can the cause of death be determined by expression alone? Master Tabaka, it's hard to convince me of your statement!" Chi Rong finally couldn't help but said.
Fatty saw that the other party was no longer calm and his confidence increased greatly. He responded calmly: "I am not sure, I am just raising the first doubt. Generally speaking, angry emotions are more likely to appear when someone is being killed, right? ? And for the magic injector, if you want to absorb the victim's energy for your own use, you must do it before the opponent dies! Therefore, if this head is indeed the masterpiece of the magic injector, then Crowe Mr. De’s physical condition may have occurred after death!”
Mr. Mai's words immediately divided the scene into two groups. Some people agreed with Master Tabaka's analysis and inference, while many people, led by Lan Ling and Markas, believed that this judgment was too hasty and too hasty.
Lan Ling felt relieved when she saw that the other party's incomprehensible talk for a long time was nothing more than that. At the same time, she didn't know why she always felt that the Tabaka in front of her had some shadow of Mai San.
"Alas! You kid is just pretending to be invisible, but I'll kill even a high-ranking official like Claude for your sake!" the woman thought gloomily.
"Okay!" Fatty was very satisfied with everyone's reaction. Suddenly the conversation changed and he continued: "Let's look at something more intuitive next!"
"Mr. Adela, could you please bring a basin of water in?" Mr. Mai ordered softly.
The second master did not agree with Mai Sang's first inference just now. In the opinion of this upright man, it is okay to die for the sake of brotherhood, but if you speak insincerely and against your conscience, then there is no need to discuss it.
Therefore, he was depressed at the moment, but he didn't expect that Mai Sang had another trick. After hearing this, he immediately got excited and went out to find water.
"Master Lan Ling!" The fat man looked at the woman sincerely and said, "The experiment I am going to do next is related to the virtues of water. Since you are a wood injection master, you must have a certain understanding of water. You may need it in some places later. Please give me some advice!"
"The virtues of water..." Lan Ling murmured to herself, and her heart that had just been put down couldn't help but pick up again.
