Fine.
Kawakamiji glanced at Scotland who was applauding beside him.
Number of teammates -1
The silver-haired woman stood up calmly. He gently clasped her chin with both hands, and then pulled it up.
The beautiful outermost skin was discarded casually. Kawakami Tsumugi showed his original appearance.
The gray-haired young man took a step forward and stood firmly on the back of the chair in the front row. The high heels almost made him overturn his pretense.
The lights moved slightly forward, allowing him to firmly occupy the C position in the entire theater.
"Thank you for your love." Kawakami bowed to everyone and then raised his body.
The crowd's applause stopped.
Kawakamiji felt like he had forgotten something. The next second he remembered that he had forgotten something, so he took out his glasses from his dress and put them on without haste.
By the way, I popped a lemon candy into my mouth.
The picture in front of me snaked out of circular cracks, and then shattered loudly from the center. The gray-haired young man was in the thick black void, as if he was falling into the abyss of hell.
Just an illusion.
Immediately afterwards, a faint blue flame suddenly appeared, jumping happily and vigorously, and the hot feeling caused a real tingling sensation on Kawakami Tsumugi's skin.
It seemed like there were only him, the spider, and the stage in the whole space. The spider was still standing below, with a happy smile on his face, and he clapped his hands unhurriedly.
Kawakami felt a little uncomfortable, and another picture was vaguely printed in his retina:
It's still a theater, everyone is sitting quietly in their seats, only he is standing like a fool - oh, no, there is also a spider standing like a fool.
The visual overlap brings a little dizziness. The senses carry conflicting messages. Kawakamiji had no interest in torturing himself, so he simply closed his eyes.
"Excuse me, this exquisite illusion is indeed refreshing to my servants."
If necessary, Kawakami Tsumugi could still be serious, but the next second his voice changed: "It's really better than the jugglers on the street."
Kawakami moved forward, stepping on the back of the chair step by step.
The specific situation of the theater is accurately imprinted in Kawakami's mind, so Kawakami still has the leisure to avoid the audience's heads.
When his legs passed through the flames, the burning sensation was unbearable for a moment, but the pain disappeared the next second.
"Reality is something that is difficult to distort and tamper with."
"You say you like my illusions, but you close your eyes." Spider said in a cadence, "You really mean what you say, Ghost."
The smell of tea in this tea... was very similar to his own tone of arguing with Belmode. Kawakami felt a chill.
Now that you are in front of others, it would be inappropriate to close your eyes. The gray-haired young man opened his eyes and found that he had reached the first row of seats.
Kawakami Tsumugi walked up the stairs next to the stage.
The blond killer was floating in mid-air, and behind him was a large web woven with golden spider silk, with a giant Chu-yellow spider crawling in the middle of the web.
Further away is the slowly twisting cyan-blue galaxy. Between the stars, huge creatures are swimming by. They seem to be between nothingness and existence. Their shapes are indescribable, and their surfaces reflect colorful brilliance.
But this is just a shadow, and behind it is still the dull and boring wooden backstage of the stage. Apart from being a little dizzy after watching it for a long time, it's quite interesting, like a holographic projection.
"Why am I a Ghost?" Kawakami asked.
"Because you won't live long." Spider said with a smile, his right index finger touching his lips, with a bit of sadness in his expression.
There are so many dramas.
Kawakami turned to the side, and a heavy object fell exactly where he was standing. It was the lamp on the dome, with pieces of glass shattered all over the floor.
"Your assassination technique has a big limitation, illusion." Kawakami said. "You only use illusion, and then let the target destroy itself in delirium. Therefore, the way I deal with you at the beginning is to believe in the truth."
Kawakami believed in his memory.
The moment he entered the theater, Kawakami had already firmly memorized the spatial layout of the entire theater, which only took him less than five seconds.
If the brain is only guided by the information it has already ingested, other sensory distortions are just meaningless interference.
Of course, this method also has limitations. If the spider casts illusions from the beginning, there will be no way to break the situation.
However, this chance is very small. With Spider's ability to send an invitation letter before assassinating, the opponent attaches great importance to the sense of ceremony and should not do anything to preemptively strike before the game has started.
What Kawakami didn't expect was that Spider's illusion skills were not that powerful.
No, it might be his problem. If the spider's method was just low-grade visual confusion, it would be impossible for so many people to fall for it.
"Actually, if you use illusions as interference to attack me, the probability of killing me is quite high. As for now... do you really think you can kill me?"
"Maybe not." Spider nodded generously, "You should have discovered that, Ghost... you can resist my illusion. Although I don't know the reason, I will find a way one day."
"My personal idea is to strike first and crush you, the arthropod, here to avoid future trouble. Unfortunately, I have a mission."
The gray-haired young man took out a piece of paper from his body, unfolded it, and read clearly:
"First let me introduce my organization to you: the official name is Crow Legion - tsk, this name is so low, let's call it the winery for short. It is top in the industry, has huge power, and is globally interlocked -"
"Wait, what are you doing?" Spider asked with a strange expression.
"Ah, recruiting people for my organization." Kawakami said, "This is my first time as HR. Between your weird assassination principles and our current relatively peaceful atmosphere, I think this recruitment can be done in a normal way. Way done.”
To be honest, from a certain perspective, that gentleman was really disdainful. After learning that Kawakami Tsumugi was being targeted by a spider, he only asked one question:
[Can you handle it? ]
[I think so. ——Cachaca]
[Try to recruit him and try to bring him back to the organization alive. ]
What else could Kawakamiji do? Bombs, poisoning, fires... He had several plans drawn up, but he could only put them all aside and study the classic HR tricks to deceive people.
"I'm here to kill you." Spider emphasized after nearly a minute of silence.
"In the face of interests, everything is easy to say." Kawakami Tsumugi said that it is not important, "Unless you break the principle, it is impossible to kill me with just illusion."
"I usually keep a clean mind and don't offend others very much. It is reasonable to speculate that rather than someone hiring you to kill me - which is actually simple, the winery can kill the employer - it is more likely that we have a personal grudge."
"If it's a personal feud, it would be easier." Kawakami said slowly.
"It's impossible for me not to resist, but if you join the winery, the probability of successfully killing me is definitely higher than if you work alone. And this way, even if there is an internal dispute within the organization, you will not be hunted to death by the organization-"
This method of persuading people is very novel, and spiders have never heard of it.
"If there's something wrong with you, or there's something wrong with your organization." Spider interrupted, "It sounds good, but I refuse."
