Conan’s World Stand-in

"Is the most critical part all made of 'Imagination'? It's really an amazing ability, almost omnipotent..." Apache picked up the board and checked it over and over, but didn't see any damage. Traces or traces of bonding can only once again sigh the magic of Guan Dounan's stand-in.

"The consumption is also very high. Now I can almost no longer activate that ability. It is a little difficult to even call out a substitute." Guan Dounan shook his head. In fact, although the consumption was very high, it was not enough that he could not even call out the substitute. To the extent that he is still "performing".

Although ACT2's ability is close to omnipotence, as long as I think it can do it, it can be done, but this weird consumption requirement is really scratching my head. Even if you use kryptonite or consume mental power, or even smash a camera worth 30,000 yen every time you use it, you have to consume this kind of "substantially false but recognized as true" information. This is not Forcing people to be liars?

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"However, this guy said that his ability is irreversible, followed by the sentence 'unless he dies', then..." Apache stretched his leg and kicked the curator, making sure he couldn't die any more, "Now let's put it down again. This board is buckled back, will it be effective?"

"You can give it a try." Guan Dounan is also not sure, if the souls of those stored in the book need any extra messy rituals to return to the body, then they can only be blinded.

Gao Chengyan Er, who was hidden by Guan Dounan, was also revealed at this time because of his "unable to maintain ability", and he was still there like a robot counting prime numbers within 100. Apache took the board and tentatively slapped him in the face, but there was no response.

"It's not good, how can this be good... Can your first ability be used for this?" Apache frowned and asked Guan Dounan.

"Well... the curator is already dead, so the method of 'putting back the soul of Gao Chengyan Er' has not happened in theory, and my ability cannot be used. However, maybe I can take a look at the limitations of his ability, or It's another usage..." Guan Dounan thought for a while, took out a coin, and called out Xiao Hei in the ACT1 state, ready to activate his ability.

However, at this moment, a multi-colored block of color suddenly flew out of the board, like a smoky light, drawing an arc in the air and merging into Gao Chengyan Er's body.

At the same time, Gao Chengyan Er also stopped the endless number and prime number process, groaned in pain, and got up from the ground while covering his head.

"...Is there a delay?"

"I... Who am I? By the way, my name is Gao Chengyan Er, and I'm the specialist of Class N..." Gao Chengyan Eryi looked like he had suffered a severe head injury, covered his head and muttered to himself for a while before recovering. Reasonable, at the same time he also raised his head and saw Guan Dounan and Apache, "Student Guan, and Officer Apache, I am... this is the curator? We, no, it seems that I am the only one who was attacked by him. ?"

"It seems that your sanity still exists. You are probably right, you fell into a mental trap set up by the curator. Now you can check if there is anything wrong with your memory... Oh, so it is." Guan Dounan said this, and suddenly looked down at the text on the wooden board, and then he realized that the text on the wooden board was probably used by the curator to induce people to think, so as to "focus" on the wooden board, so as to facilitate his capture. A means of walking the reader's soul.

I have to say that the text trap of "you are sensible now, check it now" is really effective. If you don't prepare in advance, you can't guard against this trap that you will step into if you think about it.

"Memory? I remember that I saw a wooden board at the end, and then started to count the prime numbers according to the content on it... Yes, this is it." Gao Chengyan pointed at the wooden board in Guan Dounan's hand, "Then...then I seemed to fall asleep. , wake up immediately."

"Then check again, are there any problems with the memory of the fighting skills and martial arts tricks you have learned?" It seems that Gao Chengyan Er does not have any more memories of beating up the two of them when the curator seized their abilities. , then in turn, is there anything missing?

"Fighting skills... Memories about this... don't seem to be a problem."

"In this way, maybe because you have been caught in the trap for a short time, there are no serious sequelae, which may be a good thing. But just in case, you should do a professional psychological examination after returning this time. Guan Dounan nodded, at least on the surface, Gao Chengyan Er didn't have a big problem. Instead, he looked healthier and more alive than the two of them.

"Is this the curator... gunshot wound? What did you do?" Gao Chengyan nodded, got up and checked the curator next to him who appeared in a flash and then died suddenly. The real cause of his death was noted.

"A pistol I found, I thought it could be used for self-defense, but I didn't expect it to come in handy." Guan Dounan handed the empty pistol that had been emptied of bullets to Gao Chengyan Er.

"Pick up...?"

The latter looked back and forth between the gun and Guan Dounan's face before asking the question in a strange tone.

"My ability happened to be 'recovery', so after I found out that my ability was not good at fighting, I activated the ability and 'retrieved' a 'discarded self-defense prop', the bullets in it were not complete."

"Indeed, UU reading www.uukanshu.com magazines are not full, they should have been fired."

Guan Dounan's expression remained unchanged, his eyes were very sincere, and he meant that you should go check it out. Apache also added a sentence at the right time, if it wasn't for the gun that was picked up, how could it not even be full of bullets?

"...Okay, but this gun still has to be kept with us for the time being? After all, you know it." Er Gao Chengyan and Guan Dounan looked at each other for a while, sighed, and took the gun.

"By the way, since the curator is dead, the goal of this mission should also change..." Gao Chengyan rubbed his forehead, not sure if it was embarrassment or a physical headache, "Well... it also involves guns, While guns are the smallest of these things, maybe someone who lives nearby will call the police ... it looks like they're going to call for support."

"I didn't expect that just closing and opening my eyes, things would turn out like this..." Gao Chengyan Er sighed, but seeing that Apache and Guan Dounan were both exhausted and scarred, he added another sentence.

"But compared to you, I seem to be relatively relaxed?"

"In a sense, the two are actually positively correlated..."