"When you pronounce this name, don't you have a weird urge to repeat it again?"
Talos asked in a nervous tone, "You must tell me."
"I……"
Looking at the red brick fireplace and the flames in it, Gwen was about to tell Talos, who in his eyes was starting to go crazy, of the fact that she had no palpitations, when the witch's slightly high-pitched voice came from next to her.
"This is a disease of energy. A idiosyncratic disease of energy is embedded in the deep-rooted energy gene, just like a big dog that can speak specific words is bred through cloning. When a specific phrase, audio, triggers
When it reaches the diseased variant, it will bring an energy virus infection. Positioning, cursing, teleportation, information stealing... these are all techniques that can be used."
"But I didn't expect to see similar techniques here. It's like seeing mature electronic component manufacturing techniques and using electronic components to make cold weapons in the Stone Age civilization."
The witch's voice echoes in a dimension that mortals cannot hear.
Her comments carry an air of detachment that transcends the entire utopia.
Even so, Gwen was still able to get a lot of useful information, quite important information, from this witch.
This moment is not a good time to be patient and ask the witch.
Gwen put her hands on the table and was about to think about it when she saw Talos looking at the place on the table where a whole bowl of fried potato chips should have been with a puzzled expression. She quickly interrupted the other person's thinking, "
I don't feel that way."
Talos pressed the fingers of his left hand on the table with some force.
"But I care about you."
Her expression was slightly startled.
"Although when you hear a name, you will have the idea of repeating it again, and as long as you say it, it will be heard. It is like telling a fantasy, a child crying at night, a weird and evil story. But I believe in you
Now I still retain my rationality and my own ability to judge.”
Gwen's impromptu rhetoric gained the other party's favorability. If this was Stardew Valley, it would probably have triggered a one-star favorability rating.
If it’s Summer Rhapsody—hehe, I don’t dare to think about it too much.
Talos was deeply moved, "You are really the most noble person I have ever met. You do not regard the nonsense detective in front of you as the madman and fool in the story. This trust is really a great comfort."
She almost burst into tears, but when Gwen asked about this person's next plan, she said categorically: "I am preparing to leave the Fellowship. I feel a fatal threat. The shadow of death is crawling around me and almost hits me."
If you leave me, a reasonable retreat would be a good choice. Mind Flayer, I will bless and pray for you."
So moved that you actually ran away?
Gwen had nothing to say.
He heard the giggles of the witch beside him, and the strange words in his heart: "It seems that someone's charm is not enough to make everyone stay and work for him. What a pity." These strange words could not affect Ge Ge.
Wen, after being briefly stunned, he believed that the woman in front of him had information about the red mind flayer.
It seems that I feel a certain amount of guilt for running away.
Talos told all the information he had obtained and all his guesses.
"Its source power activation has an obvious sound, like a bell-like sound. There is a certain possibility that the sound is deliberately made, so you must be careful not to gain an advantage when fighting. Although the source power activation is related to flames,
It looks like a transformation system, but I personally feel it is definitely not the case. Although the cutting and destructive power of the flame beam is amazing, if you are a person of the transformation system, there is no need to compress the flame to increase the destructive power."
"Red represents fury, fire and life. It may not really be a mind flayer, but it definitely wants to gain the power of the mind flayer and bind its source form in its appearance. If you fight it,
You have to watch for the moment it loses its mind flayer appearance."
"The lightsaber is very long, and its basic power is very strong. In terms of strength, it is probably three levels stronger than you, and its agility is slightly inferior to you."
"..."
It is unimaginable that Talos only fought with the opponent for a few seconds, and this person almost found out most of the information about the red mind flayer. The most useful one is a piece of information about the delay in the activation of the opponent's abilities.
"If there is no need to delay, there is no need for her to release the ringtone, she can just make a sneak attack."
"The ringing may also be to interfere with your instinct, so that you get used to hearing the ringing and then avoid it."
…
Looking at Talos's leaving figure, Gwen felt a little regretful.
"This person's fighting talent is quite outstanding." The witch commented, "I can get enough information after fighting, but it's a pity that his talent is not good."
"Do witches also look at talent?"
"Look. Talent is something that everyone is willing to admit, but no one is willing to admit that it exists. A person can master the eight witch spells in one year, while a person can only master one of them in decades.
There is also a talent gap between the two schools. But what I say, this person's talent is not good does not mean that she cannot become a strong person, but that she cannot realize her fighting talent in a short period of time."
Leonardo da Vinci's words are not 100% correct.
Generally speaking, the words of the AI witch are based on the analysis and elaboration of the intelligence obtained from big data. In her own words, although there is a high probability that it can be guessed, at the same time, this kind of guessing cannot take into account accidents, so it can only
Can be used as a reference.
Gwen held up the warm coffee, breathed a sigh of relief, and took a sip.
The warm taste is refreshing.
“Utopia’s coffee seems to be a kind of tea too?”
Because its bitter taste is closer to the bitter taste of green tea than to coffee.
Da Vinci said: "This is a specialty product from a planet called Cabo, a giant bird people. They are a race of people with an average size of about one and a half meters, a bit like penguins but more flexible. They provide
Consider the coffee tea to the full multifaceted universe.”
"Is it actually an imported product?"
Since there are no Utopians around, Gwen does not pretend to be a native of Utopia and speaks out some words from her past life from time to time.
“Every rivet, every meter of railway, every plant in Utopia is imported.”
Da Vinci was quite proud, "We witches have created everything. As creators, we have done a fairly good job. At least we have considered the extinction of living things caused by nearly 6.75 million kinds of germs. Although in the end...
Well, I can only tell you that life will find its own way."
"So, you won't directly interfere in my duel with Red?"
"Life must find its own way."
"What if I'm going to lose? After drinking that...that stuff."
"From a legal perspective, I can ask you a question." Leonardo pointed to Gwen's heart and asked in a weird tone, "Do you like bigger ones or smaller ones?"
"Um?"
"It's convenient if something unfortunate happens that I can't bear to say. The body shape I created for you is just for insurance. Just ask."
The witch actually has this kind of technology?
No, putting aside the embarrassing part, it would be weird that the witch didn't have this kind of technology.
…
Gwen purchased a lot of spells, all of which were paid for by witches. They valued this kind of contract very much. If you want to buy, you must pay. This kind of rigid rule makes people feel a little reassured about the moral level of witches... although it is certainly not literal.
Morality, or the degree of compliance with rules.
Da Vinci, who had obtained many spells, disappeared into thin air. In her words, 'take a good look at it and see what the standard requirements are'.
Sounds like I need to study the market.
Maybe the rumors in the blues bar that "some of our spells may have been created by witches" are true, there is a certain possibility, and this is something that is quite believable.
Gwen decided to go to the police station and secretly inquire about information.
Just in time.
Natalie Xiong was recently responsible for the security of a neighborhood. As hidden consultants, Gwen and Curse Blade also helped her fight on her behalf, killing all the monsters and cult members there. The friendship can be said to be quite good.
Not bad.
Picking up the packaged coffee, Gwen went around all the way, taking the complicated tram line that made people get lost, which took almost twenty minutes. On the way, she also finished reading a recently popular magazine, "Reflection,"
After "The Distance Between Us and Ghost Story", we arrived at the station in front of the police station.
Get off the bus after placing the free magazine back on the public bookshelf.
After getting off the car, he looked back and saw two college men in black raincoats looking through books, and turned to the book he had just put back.
One of them had a disgusted expression on his face: "Reflecting again? Reflecting again?"
"Just reflect, just reflect!"
His companion seemed to be telling a joke, and the two laughed loudly, revealing Ron's identity.
…
The police station of Laoxiangren is a private contracting police station. To put it simply, the entire police station is like a technology park. People from various companies (groups) take photos of the land (department buildings), then develop it, and finally form a
The available police station configuration is available. The interesting thing is that the prosperity of each department depends largely on its ability. For example, 2 those departments that are unable to do anything with only resources basically only have one or two teams left.
Natalie's department is the standing security team of the Special Bureau of Investigation. They are black dogs who do not wear black leather (black clothes). Although their reputation is still not good, at least people will think that they are elite.
The Special Investigation Bureau is a very lucrative department, and it has been criticized quite badly in recent years, but it has indeed made great achievements many times.
In a huge church-like building is the facade of the Special Bureau.
The door is open, and after you walk in, you will find that the floor inside is still grass, just like a building in some construction games that does not need to lay a foundation. The interior is divided into six construction areas, indicating that there are six groups here.
Natalie's group is right up there with the third best spot.
The elite Shade guards were guarding the place. The weapons they used were all the latest weapons. They looked very rich and enviable.
Since Gwen had trained them for a period of time, the bears happily welcomed him in when he arrived.
"welcome!"
The Shades said so.
The Shad's garrison has obviously been quite detailed and remodeled in their favored architectural style.
The first impression is that there is a slight difference in height. A large part of this design is to provide a combat bunker.
Obviously they have thought about how to fight back if they are invaded.
A long corridor with a very strange funnel-like design that is narrow at first and then wide, providing a large number of shooting areas and bunkers. If it is to attack from the front, Gwen feels that even a source force user like him has an 80% chance.
To be turned into 'Gwen-chan' by the bullet storm.
It is divided into two floors. What you enter through the corridor is a pseudo-three-story hall. There are only stairs leading to the second floor. The third floor is obviously a fortress-like building, which means that there is only a way up to the rooms on the second floor.
.
Xiong Luo's office is on the third floor, the safest place.
This is different from many Utopians.
She generously admitted that as a commander and chief, she should stay in the safest place, unlike many Utopians who pretended to live and die with the guards. However, this probably has something to do with the moral character of the Shad people.
The Shad people have always had a tendency to be honest, so they will admit this kind of thing.
Therefore, the Shad are the only race in Utopia that can fight against the Rongrong people.
During the civil war in the Gray Kingdom, it was not uncommon to see clusters of Rongen people and clusters of Shad people confronting each other. When it came time to fight a tough battle, both the Roots and the Wilgis were bragging, and Dusuka was bragging. Only
Bears and dogs are reliable!
He walked up the stairs and knocked on the office door.
Natalie was reading a newspaper, her short legs resting on the desk, and her feet wrapped in army green socks swaying.
She put down the newspaper for a little while and talked with her head, her bear ears twitching.
"Why are you free today?"
"Care about you." Gwen walked over, controlled the urge to scratch the soles of the other person's feet, and took a glass of water from the water dispenser next to her. "You haven't been peaceful lately, have you?"
"Who says it's not?"
A strong aroma of wine, like the aroma of pine cones in summer.
Gwen lowered her head and glanced at the cup.
The water dispenser contains wine and spirits.
He silently put the cup back and took off the thermos cup from his belt.
"Don't like drinking in the afternoon? Hum, that's understandable."
Xiong Luo put her feet down and stepped into her black high boots.
"Sometimes I really envy you. The number of cases in the past two days has almost doubled from the past two months. It's terrible."
"Sounds really busy."
Gwen leaned over and said in a somewhat regretful tone: "Originally, I wanted to invite you to a foreign theater to watch two acts of a play..."
"That's really impossible to go."
coming.
Xiong Luo looked regretful: "There was a case in the fog at the Foreign Theater. It is currently judged that the murderer in the fog targeted the people who went to the theater that night. It is very serious..."
