He turned back to look at Kang, whose character was "日". He was still lowering his head and closing his eyes while reciting the prayer spell. He had no idea that Angel had taken advantage of his luck to draw a good card.
Because he got the ability he wanted, Angel became more and more satisfied with Com.
His previous guess was indeed correct.
Com is a person who loves luck, and Angel is happy to invest in such a person.
"I remember that you are mainly engaged in creative fashion magic?"
Comb nodded: "Creative light magic. The neon lights I created ten years ago are still used in Wanzhao Group's buildings."
Whenever the clouds gather or the night rises, outside the Wanzhao Group's building, purple-red light projections surge like flowing water. This neon projection was created by Com.
Angel nodded in understanding: "If I encounter creative light-based book pages in the future, I can keep them for you. Or do you have any fashion monster abilities you want?"
Comb shook his head: "I have no plans to add pages at the moment, and... I have already received "Prologue: Spectrum" as a gift from my husband. It will take me a lot of time just to integrate the current pages to match the prologue."
Comb's emotions have been suppressed by nightmares, so what he said was not polite, but sincere.
The additional pages are definitely good for magicians who are new to the world of fashion magic.
But for a magician who already has a mature combination, adding pages is likely to disrupt the original plan. In addition, the emergence of "Prologue: Spectrum" will require him to spend time integrating it. Comb has not considered adding pages at present.
Intend.
Angel didn't force it, he just nodded casually: "If you need to add pages or remove pages, you can contact me through the logo on your hand."
Angel has decided to let Com be his card drawing tool in this dungeon.
Although he is a tool man, Angel will not do it completely in vain.
He doesn't mind helping as long as it's a reasonable request.
Think of it as a transaction and an investment.
Angel asked Comb to leave Town 14 first. After completing the instructions, Angel turned around and returned to the Beverly Nursing Center.
…
Before Comb left, Angel chatted with him about the Beverly Care Center.
Of course, this is not to tell the whole story, but to briefly describe the situation of "a possible virus outbreak".
He wanted to know what choice Come, as a local resident, would make.
Comb thought for a while and said: "If I am in this situation and can save the mutant who is the source of the virus, I will definitely find a way to save her. If I cannot save her, then I will find a way to seal her in a closed environment.
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"At least, out-of-control viruses cannot be leaked."
Cam's answer did not surprise Angel.
This is indeed the most appropriate approach at present.
However, Angel did not adopt Comb's method, or in other words, he only adopted half of it.
If we want to prevent the possible "death town" and "no survivors" situation, the key figure in this must be "Henrietta".
The best-case scenario is definitely to save Henrietta.
But...Angel had sensed Henrietta's physical condition before.
It is difficult to save.
Even if Angel uses some off-board moves and brings in some healing materials from the Sun Mirror Realm through the Dream Conch, he may not be able to save Henrietta.
Because the virus in her body is genetically transmitted, it cannot be eliminated by external means alone.
At most, it can only help her extend her life for a while.
But while she is alive, she will only continue to be persecuted by her father and undergo more harsh experiments. Even if Angel can help her escape, no matter how hard she runs, she will never be able to escape from the modern city.
As long as she is within the limits of the modern city, she has no place to hide.
It was impossible for Angel to kill the Fashion Guild for someone he had never interacted with before.
And once he does this, he doesn't have to do the main mission at all. The causal entanglement between him and Modern City is in a strong binding state, and he can't escape in a short time.
Of course, the most important reason is...this is a simulated world, not real reality.
If this were reality, Angel really didn't mind helping Henrietta survive for a while. As long as she ran out of the scope of Modern City and went to other cities, she would be safe.
But in the dungeon world, Henrietta can only be trapped in the modern city.
Therefore, after considering all kinds of considerations, Angel finally decided to give up trying to save Henrietta.
Instead, they tried to find a way to seal Henrietta in a closed environment to prevent the virus from leaking out.
For Angel, this is relatively simple.
…
Angel walked all the way to the basement as if no one else was watching.
The closer we get to the last minute, the fewer people there are in the basement.
Perhaps the dean decided to give Henrietta a quiet and dignified departure? Or maybe it was because he was worried that the virus would counterattack after Henrietta's death.
So we decided to evacuate the people in the basement first, and wait for Henrietta to die naturally and the virus to settle naturally.
No matter what the situation was, this gave Angel a convenience, and the journey was much easier than before.
Soon, Angel arrived outside the laboratory where Henrietta was.
Angel still did not choose to enter the laboratory, but started to release a large number of nightmare nodes through the small window on the door.
The nightmare nodes began to form a network, with Henrietta as the center, covering her tightly.
This is Angel's method.
How to completely seal off the virus's counterattack after Henrietta's death was naturally to lock Henrietta in a confined space.
Angel doesn't believe in the confined spaces of Modern City. Just look at this laboratory. It is said to be the highest level of confined space, but the virus still spread.
The airborne viral load throughout the nursing center has been increasing steadily.
Therefore, it is absolutely not safe to rely on airtight rooms built in modern cities.
As for the sealed space constructed with nightmare, Angel can be sure that nothing will leak out, no matter from a micro, macro or energy perspective.
After all, the power of the nightmare world is the basic power in the Crystal Plain of Dreams and is supreme.
Angel used nightmare nodes to construct an empty room.
And Henrietta is in the center of the room.
It was also after Henrietta was put into the closed space that Angel vaguely felt a text message appear in the text column.
But he didn't look at the text column immediately.
Because he discovered...
Henrietta woke up.
Perhaps it was a flashback or other factors, but Henrietta woke up just before her body's organs were about to collapse.
She opened her eyes and looked above her head.
Gray ceiling? Isn’t the ceiling in the laboratory white? Was she dazzled? Why is there still fog seeping out of the ceiling?
Is it an atomization experiment?
In the past, when Henrietta thought about the experiment, she would be angry, hateful, and resentful, but now she is only numb...
"It's probably just dazzling." She whispered softly.
Compared to her bloated body, her voice has not changed much and still has the crispness of a girl.
The vertigo she mentioned was not that she saw wrongly, but that her eyes had spots and her ability to distinguish colors was reduced.
This is nothing new to her.
In this laboratory, she experienced the decay of many organs: taste degradation, loss of smell, facial numbness, heart tingling, stomach atrophy, limb weakness, loss of muscle sense...
Therefore, the mere visual dazzling is already very slight compared to the decay of other organs.
"My vision is starting to deteriorate, and if there are problems with my hearing later on, I might die, right?" Henrietta thought to herself, and even felt a little secretly happy.
To her, death is not scary. Continuing to live in this malicious world is what really scares her.
Just as Henrietta was thinking about it, a bagpipe sound suddenly sounded in her ears.
The sound of the flute was gentle, as if it was drifting in the wind from a distant mountain.
But, how could there be distant mountains when she was in the laboratory?
Henrietta wanted to turn her head to look at the source of the sound, but unfortunately, she no longer had any strength in her neck and could not even twist it.
She could only stare at the ceiling like a wax figure.
She sighed helplessly in her heart. Since she couldn't see the source of the flute sound, she closed her eyes and listened quietly.
The gentle sound of the flute reminded her of her mother's arms.
Unfortunately, after her mother left the modern city, she never felt the warmth again.
Could it be that... the one playing the flute is my mother? My mother is back?
However, the momentary excitement was brought back by reason.
Even if her mother comes back, she still won't recognize her. So, there is a high probability that she is a researcher in the laboratory... Although she hates every researcher equally, in her opinion, these are all bad people; but it has to be said that some of them are
Several researchers were quite gentle to him. For example, there was a doctor named Connors who was gentler than others every time he drew blood for her...
The sound of the bagpipes lasted only half a minute and then stopped.
When Henrietta was a little disappointed that "it was too short," suddenly a clear piano sound like flowing water came along with the previous bagpipe sound.
In the sound of harmonious music, her floating mood actually slowly calmed down.
At this time, there was a fruity fragrance in the air.
She slowly opened her eyes and saw a pair of gentle eyes.
It was a middle-aged woman in a long skirt. She sat next to Henrietta with a plate of fruit: "Our little bed sleeper, are you planning to sleep until the moon is high in your nap today?"
Nap? Moon at the zenith?
No, these are not important. The person in front of me... is my mother?
The eyebrows are very similar.
Is it really the mother?
She slowly stood up, wanting to take a closer look... and then, she really stood up.
She still remembered that her muscles began to atrophy and lost strength half a year ago. How could she suddenly be able to stand up again?
She lowered her head in confusion and saw her hands, hands without any blemishes.
She turned her head again. The previous muscle weakness had disappeared, and she could easily turn her head to see the scene around her.
This is a girl's boudoir.
There are dolls and lace everywhere, pink, brown, coffee... and all kinds of beautiful and cute teacups and teapots.
On the white window lattice, there were chirping birds. Through the window, she could see the red sky outside... This was the sunset glow that she had not seen for many years.
However, Henrietta did not focus on the sunset. Instead, she saw her own face through the reflection of the glass window.
That was...myself before mutation.
She remembered that the middle-aged woman next to her was the mother who had not yet been heartbroken and had not left the modern city.
So, am I dreaming? Dreaming about the past?
Although it was a dream, Henrietta still felt extremely excited. She slowly stood up and wanted to hug her mother beside her. However, before she could make a move, her mother hugged her first.
"You have hypoglycemia. Don't move around when you wake up. Eat some fruit first."
While she was talking, there was music coming from outside the window.
She turned her head and looked around, faintly seeing a musician playing the piano in the small garden outside the window. But these were no longer important. She just wanted to lean on her mother's arms. She just wanted to be in this dream.
Here, I seek that trace of tenderness...
…
Henrietta hugs her mother.
In the small garden outside the window, the musician playing the piano slowly stopped, he raised his head and revealed his face.
It's...Angel.
And this world illuminated by red clouds is naturally an illusion created by nightmares.
Just as the dean would give Henrietta a quiet and dignified departure, Angel also decided to give Henrietta a farewell feast.
Use a musical illusion to start a spiritual journey, awaken her inner reflection, and weave an old dream for Henrietta.
This is the only thing Angel can do.
The music faded away, but the illusion did not disappear.
Henrietta still hugged her mother and expressed her inner grievances...
Angel glanced at it from a distance and did not bother her. Instead, he looked at the text column.
When he sent Henrietta into the sealed chamber, Angel sensed new information flowing into the text column. However, when Henrietta suddenly woke up, Angel temporarily decided to create a phantom realm of sound.
Therefore, I did not read the information in the text column immediately.
Now, this spiritual fantasy realm opened by music has been stabilized, and Angel finally took some time to check the new information in the text column.
"Congratulations, you triggered the hidden mission "The Obscure Savior"."
"Mission Overview: Wise challenger, you have understood the crisis in the Fourteenth Town in advance and decided to prevent the doomsday. Even if this prevention will not get anyone's applause, and there will not be a highlight moment as a savior, you still
I decided to prevent this future and become the unknown savior."
"Mission goal: prevent the out-of-control mutant grimace virus from leaking before the countdown ends."
"Block progress: 50%. (When it reaches 100%, the task will be resolved directly)"
"Countdown: 01:59:10"
"Countdown: 01:59:09"
When he saw the task on the text column clearly, Angel was stunned on the spot.
Hidden mission?!
A new type of mission actually appeared? Moreover, it was triggered autonomously?
Oh, no.
This type of mission is not considered a new type. There are many games on the holographic tablet, so... Wonderland Power has been copied again?