"From the day Old Yorkson found me and told me his crazy plan, I have already started to prepare..."

This skeptic is too scary!

Even if Old Yorkson's plan was not implemented, he even formulated a countermeasure plan as soon as possible...

This familiar and shameless strategic master... isn't he Batman!

"Humph." Dad Hook read my thoughts and said dissatisfiedly: "If your neighbor concealed the explosives buried under the foundation of your house from you for thirty years, would you still trust him?"

Well...this metaphor is very appropriate.

"Or do you think that the idea of ​​old Yorkson turning into a monster to save the world sounds credible?"

Well...if Gray wants to do this, I will definitely use the righteous iron fist that Batman beat Robin to, and physically make him forget everything.

Father Hooker sat in a chair, showing a quiet posture unique to the elderly: "I don't care what old Yorkson told you before, you don't believe it. In this regard, I have the absolute right to speak."

Sure enough, the people who know you best are not your friends, but your enemies.

Of course, from a consequentialist perspective, what Father Hooker did was right. Old Yorkson's plan was based on the unknown, and was more creative than foreseeable. Many of the missed details turned into terrible consequences later on.

disaster.

"You are right. Who do you think that old bastard is?" Father Hook spared no effort to explain his opinion.

"Since he tricked us into going to the island, he has been carrying out secret plans. Old Yorkson claimed to have obtained mineral information from unknown books, and dug two mines in a row."

"I have long discovered from his behavior that he is too sure. He is not based on rich practical and operational experience, but relying on rich theoretical knowledge and a kind of self-confidence that is different from ordinary people, he is executing his plan

.”

"Having embarked on the voyage of such an arrogant captain, I have no reason not to doubt that the day of final capsize will come."

To put it simply, it’s just incompatibility, right?

Before Old Yorkson collapsed, there were many successful cases. Skeptics like Little Hooker said that a person is a bad person just because he subjectively feels that this person is a bad person or he hopes that this person is a bad person, and

It's not because objectively this person really did anything bad.

After all, the results occurred many years later, but the bias occurred many years ago.

"I hate these ideas of yours the most... one or two, they will only excuse his mistakes, and like a blind man, he will regard his success as inevitable, and his stupidity as bad luck!"

Father Hook roared, ignoring the surprised looks of me and Dolanco: "Have you never thought that the appearance of that old Kai was very strange? Where did he get the mineral information in his hand? Why did he find it as soon as he started digging?

The existence of terror? Why do so many refugees come after hearing the news? Why do refugees frequently disappear? Why does he suddenly return after many years?"

Father Hook talked a lot, and finally paused, and said slowly to Dolanco and me: "Also...haven't you ever thought about...how Antonio...died?"

The face of Dolanco's personality copy darkened, and he said in a deep voice: "You know, it was just an accident..."

"Accident? Ha! What an accident!" Father Hook shouted, "It's because of this incident. Everyone is only willing to accept this explanation! Otherwise, Old Yorkson's ambition will be exposed!"

"..."

Dolanco was silent.

Little Hook turned his fierce eyes to me and asked sternly: "Do you know why I appear here?"

"I'll tell you, I don't know." I shook my head.

"...Can't you be more serious and not ruin the atmosphere?"

"If you have one thing to say, it won't work." I nodded.

Father Hook sighed, looked at his body that had returned to youth and said: "When Old Yorkson told me about the crisis in the town, he intended to use my feelings for everyone as a weight to get me to support his plan. He

He thought we would be leaderless without him."

"But he guessed wrong. Through his manuscript, I learned how to cross the dream gate and mastered his technique of counterfeiting memes."

"So I secretly stripped and modified the memes he had carved into my consciousness, and left them in the cell. What I didn't expect was that Dolanko also found me the next day and told me that Old Yorkson asked him to transform into a monster to protect me.

It’s a small town matter, and he hopes that I will take care of his son Gotz.”

"I couldn't persuade him, but he agreed to leave a copy containing memories and personality behind the dream gate as a trump card."

Is this where this Dolanco comes from?

I looked at the innocent-looking Dolanko next to me, and it was difficult to connect him with the brutal deep divers outside. It seemed that Old Yorkson had really concealed the real reasons for many things, both from these companions and from me.

.

I looked at the old man in front of me and suddenly felt a trace of admiration.

Not because of his twisted personality and skeptical spirit, but because of his talent!

After reading Old Yorkson's manuscripts, I learned all the unique techniques he had developed over decades, and I was able to invade the dream world created by Old Yorkson from an unknown distance...

This kind of behavior is equivalent to Dugu Sword Master painstakingly studying the way of swordsmanship, and finally creating a move called Sword Twenty-Three, where the soul comes out of the body, and will kill the tyrant when he comes to the world.

As a result, the tyrant in the main hall took one look and learned Sword Twenty-Three. He also performed an out-of-body spirit-backstab on the spot, killing Dugu Sword Master on the spot!

Who dares not to respectfully call him a martial arts wizard!!

"Okay...then Father Hook, what do you want to see me for? What does what you said have to do with me?"

Father Hu Ke glared at me, his expression... just like Feng Qingyang wanted to teach Dugu Nine Swords, but Linghu Chong said "Why should I learn from you?" he said back.

"Then let you be beaten to death by the monsters outside." He said angrily, "Thanks to my kindness for helping you."

"Monster! Deep One?"

When I heard this, I became excited: "Dad, do you know how to deal with deep divers?"

Father Hook stood up from his chair and pointed at the big man next to him: "I don't know how to deal with it, but Dolanco knows it very well! In this world, except for Dolanco who turns into a monster outside, I am the only one who has the personality of Dolanco here.

Copy!"

That’s right! Weaknesses are something that outsiders don’t know as well as you!

As long as Dolanko tells me the method, won't I be able to defeat the Deep Diver easily?

"Please!" I had a sudden thought and said to Dad Hook: "By the way, Dad, your dream-entering technology...forget it, let's call it dream stealing. There is also that memetic technology that can

Can’t you teach me together?”

"You are too greedy. These two technologies cannot be learned in the real world. They can only be learned through practice behind the door of dreams."

Father Hook shook his head: "Time is running out. Please ask Dolanco quickly. You still need to deal with the mess outside."

Time is running out? Is this old man going to die?

"Are you just looking forward to my death? It's true that I don't have much time left. But before that, you bastard will die in front of me."

Why!
Chapter completed!