"You won't take me to the East District?" Lanerwus looked at Snow, his face full of confusion.
His current state is like a dual personality. Although he is still the dominant personality, whenever he relaxes, is tired, or simply falls asleep, the part of consciousness that belongs to the true creator will control his body to do some very important things.
Troublesome things.
In this case, as long as he is taken to the East District and hidden for a month or two, the true creator's will will probably grow enough to suppress his personality. By that time, he will be completely replaced by the true creator.
Become a vessel for God to descend.
But this member of the Aurora Society actually chose to bring him to the West District!
Although the West End is not without the atmosphere of depravity, compared to the East End, which is full of resentment, death, numbness and madness, this place can be called peaceful!
In the Eastern District, it would take about one to two months for him to be completely replaced, while in the Western District, this time may be extended to half a year.
"Do you think I don't know what you are thinking?" Under the influence of [no one can see through] Snow's power, even if he always faces Lanerwus with his true face, he is not worried that the other party will remember his appearance and appearance.
Body shape.
He just maintained a cold face and said indifferently:
"Don't think of me as an idiot! The East District can indeed make my Lord come faster, but the chaotic environment also means risks. In that kind of place, a scammer like you can easily cause trouble and attract official extraordinary people.
Then you can take this opportunity to escape. Are you right? Our Lord has been waiting for tens of thousands of years to come. Do you think He can't see through your little trick?"
Snow's eyes met Lanrevus. His words were not meant for Lanrevus to hear, but for the consciousness hidden in Lanrevus that belonged to the true creator.
As the "fallen nature of all living beings", the true Creator can implant his consciousness projection into the bodies of other living beings with the help of divinity, and use negative emotions as nourishment to gradually replace the consciousness of the other party.
This means that this "little true creator" is conscious. If Snow doesn't explain it clearly to him, what if this little true creator controls Lanerwus and runs away to the East District, it will be a lot of fun.
.
Lanervus obviously understood what Snow meant, and slumped down on the sofa with a pale face. However, Snow did not relax his vigilance because of his performance, but he did not say anything more and sat down casually.
On the side, he picked up the book that the deacon had brought and started reading quietly.
…
"Why is there no reaction yet? Is the dose not enough?"
It has been a week since he was imprisoned in Mr. A's residence. Lanerwus's mood has become more and more irritable. Although the life here is not bad, except that he cannot step out of this house, both the food and entertainment can be said to be high-class.
Society's top dining standards.
However, the "saplings" growing in his body every day made him completely in no mood to enjoy these foods that he could not afford even when he was the richest.
That damn guy used a kind of spiritual influence that made him automatically return to the bedroom every time he wanted to leave the house. Although he knew that as long as he used the divinity of the true Creator, this mental influence would immediately disappear.
will be eliminated, but Lanerwus also understands that that is probably the opponent's purpose.
Just when he was extremely anxious, bursts of messy and harsh piano music came from above his head, which made his already restless spirit even more frantic.
"Damn! What the hell is that guy doing again?"
Lanerwus roared angrily, and the deacon who rushed over immediately bowed politely, and then said in a very standard Backlund accent:
"Sorry, Mr. V received a piano as a gift today. In order to prevent this precious gift from being buried, he is learning piano."
"What does he call learning? Damn it, I can play better than him if I find a mouse running across the keys! Damn it, can't he hire a piano teacher?"
Although Lanerwus understood that this might be the other party inducing his negative emotions, he still couldn't help but roar loudly, because now, he had nothing to do except anger.
As a fraudster who understands human psychology, he knows very well that negative emotions will only accumulate and proper release can reduce stress.
However, the sound coming from the piano room did not stop because of his roar, but instead became more and more chaotic.
It felt like a guy who didn't even know what a musical note was was banging it with all his strength.
What made him even more desperate was that the consciousness of the true creator didn't seem to mind this kind of noise at all. In other words, that consciousness preferred the negative emotions caused by the noise to the dissatisfaction caused by the noise - which made him even "yours"
"God doesn't like it" is an excuse that I can't even come up with.
"Get me a pair of earplugs."
Lanruth knew that his resistance was in vain. After being incompetent and furious, he made a humble request to the deacon.
"No problem, sir." The deacon did not refuse. Just as Snow said before, in this house, apart from leaving and killing people, he can make any request, including enjoying the pair of glasses that are completely in line with the Aurora Society's corporate culture.
maid.
However, Lanervus has no idea in this regard. If the true creator takes the opportunity to conceive again, then he will really have no chance of survival!
The deacon quickly summoned two balls of cotton, but after Lanerwus put them into his ears, he found that the messy piano sound did not weaken at all, but had a feeling of reverberating inside his skull.
"Damn it! You actually played the piano with extraordinary strength!" Lanerwus took out the cotton and threw it hard towards the ground, but the cotton that slowly fell down under the action of air resistance seemed to be making a silent mockery of him.
"Ahhhhhh!"
Lanerwus howled in anger. He desperately hoped that his voice would spread out of the room and attract the patrolling police, but he knew that this was meaningless, because from the day he moved into this house, that man
Through the ceremony, all sounds were confined in the house.
After a while, Lanerwus finally calmed down after finally venting the anger in his heart. After taking a deep breath, he looked at the deacon who still maintained a smile and said:
"Find me a gramophone! Well, a few more records, is that okay?"
"Of course, what kind of music do you want? Mr. A has collected some classical opera pieces, while Mr. V is more inclined to...well, light music invented by Emperor Russell." The deacon still maintained a professional smile,
Movement etiquette is meticulous.
Lanerwus looked at that handsome smiling face and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth——
"The loudest one!"
"Okay, there seem to be two rare 'Heavy Death Metals' in the collection that Mr. V brought before, which were also invented by Emperor Russell. I will get them for you right now..."
