Chapter 319 Replay
Tick. Tick.
The raindrops hit the stones, covering their surface with a thin film of water.
Under the light, the stone surface reflects a soft light, and the surface is made delicate and smooth by the gentle breeze all year round. Only the fresh traces like water waves seem very discordant.
These marks were reflected in the wheelchair man's eyes, as if freezing the moment and leaving a mark in his eyes.
The next moment, a blue viscous energy wave rushed through the world in his eyes.
After the impact, the wavy patterns left behind match the patterns on the stone.
No one else can see it, only he can see it, as if he is constructing or evolving what happened in the past out of thin air.
"Psionic bomb, a kind of psychic bomb I have never seen before." The man in the wheelchair suddenly spoke, his lips were pale and his voice was weak.
"Please continue," the woman said.
"good."
The man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and rested for a while.
When he opened his eyes again, he moved his gaze slowly to the wreckage of cars on both sides of the road.
Countless fragments appeared in his eyes under the grass, beside the stones, and in the soil. There were charred parts, melted glass, and broken shells, hundreds and thousands of them, and even a tiny screw was not spared.
Different parts and components suffer different degrees of damage and are at different distances from the explosion, so the final forms they present are also varied.
In the eyes of the man in the wheelchair, the pieces of debris began to fly up slowly and returned to the center of the road. They became whole again, and even the melted parts were completed. They were slowly pieced together until finally, they turned into two complete commercial vehicles.
Even the broken flesh, rotten bones, and internal organs were slowly reorganizing; the spilled blood flew out of the mud and returned, gradually transforming into a complete person appearing in the car.
This is the world in his eyes, like a miracle that no one else can understand.
In the eyes of the others, the valley was still the same valley, the wreckage was still the same wreckage, and nothing had moved.
The two cars in the wheelchair man's eyes began to reverse, and based on the brake marks on the ground, they returned to the entrance of the valley.
The fog was thick, the headlights were dim, and the two cars started to move forward.
Someone in the car screamed, warning of the danger.
“Chi——”
The man in the wheelchair moved his ears slightly, as if he heard the sound of brakes.
Immediately afterwards, violent explosions occurred on both sides of the road at the same time. The terrifying power directly blew the two cars in the middle of the road into pieces. Hundreds of fragments flew everywhere, and several members in the car who had no protective power also became flesh and blood fragments.
The driver of the second car was not blown to pieces; his passive talent was activated, protecting him at the moment of the explosion.
But even a talent like "Absolute Protection" could not guarantee that he would be intact this time.
"This is another kind of psychic bomb that I have never seen before. It produces extremely high temperature and high pressure when it explodes. The shock wave lasts for a long time and is powerful. It has extraordinary killing power and destructive effect."
The wheelchair man muttered to himself, the world in front of him still evolving.
He saw that the driver of the second car was still alive and was lying next to the wreckage of the car.
But soon, a shell fell from the sky and exploded violently. The terrifying energy wave left water wave-like marks on countless rocks nearby, and the driver was knocked dozens of meters away.
Therefore, the driver's body was eventually found some distance away from where the explosion originally occurred.
"No, it's not one shell, it's three shells. The ripples on the stone seem to overlap, but there are actually slight differences."
The wheelchair man whispered and rubbed his temple. The world in front of his eyes began to retreat, returning to the state it was in at the beginning of the explosion, and then exploded again and evolved again.
The final effect of this picture is closer to the current appearance of the valley.
He shook his head slightly, still not satisfied.
"No, the first explosion was not a one-time thing. The enemy detonated the ambushed bombs in batches..."
If Su Xia were here and heard these words, she would definitely be surprised.
The man in the wheelchair used his ability again and again to replay the attack that night in the world he saw. Each time it seemed closer and closer, and in the end, his actions were almost the same as Su Xia's.
This is his psychic talent, called [Fiction], an extremely rare talent, even rarer than [Mechanical Taboo].
This talent allows the owner to almost perfectly restore what happened based on various details, and even deduce what might happen.
It has been more than twenty years since psychic powers appeared in this world, and there are only three people known to have awakened this talent.
One of them was forcibly killed by the Mechanical Overlord in a melee ten years ago.
Another person died of a cerebral hemorrhage three years ago.
This man in a wheelchair is the only person left in the world who possesses the fictional gift.
In the past, when his status was not high, everyone jokingly called him a "charlatan" because he could always figure out what someone did that day based on a tiny bit of detail, and his accuracy was more accurate than that of the ancient fortune tellers.
Later, this word became a positive word and even became his exclusive code name.
When other members of the pub wanted to use this code name, their applications were rejected.
"What's going on?" asked the woman next to her.
“Almost.” replied the man in the wheelchair.
"Stop and take a rest first. You are not in good health. Rest for half an hour before continuing the deduction."
"Um."
The man in the wheelchair nodded, closed his eyes, lay motionless, and began to rest.
Many active psychic talents have a usage limit. For example, Su Xia 's clone's [Will of Wind] can only be used three times a day. It is not needed at ordinary times and is best used when escaping.
Although there is no limit to the number of times this [Fiction] talent can be used, it cannot be overused.
Every use will cause a great burden on the body, and some damage may even be irreversible.
Therefore, the man has always been in poor health and even has problems moving. He can only sit in a wheelchair and let others push him around.
If he died, this talent would disappear from the world.
【Fiction】Talent doesn’t seem to be the rarest thing.
There are rumors in the outside world that a human with the gift of "Prophecy" has been imprisoned within the Mechanical Clan. That is a terrifying gift that can predict the future, and the person with the gift has been sleeping and has never woken up... It is rumored that once that person wakes up, he will make a prophecy related to the fate of the entire Mechanical Clan.
Of course, it's just a rumor. Whether the [Prophet] talent exists is still unknown. It may just be made up by someone with ulterior motives.
In the valley area, drizzle has been falling and time is passing quickly.
Half an hour later, the man in the wheelchair opened his eyes.
"Go to the front, I need to see more details."
"good."
The people behind him immediately pushed the wheelchair, kept it balanced, and sent him to the middle of the valley.
Here, there are also a large number of car wreckage and human blood and bones.
Some wild dog paw prints can be seen on the muddy ground.
In the man’s eyes, a group of wild dogs appeared fighting for food.
"A little further."
In the following period of time, the man in the wheelchair made several requests and observed from the front of the valley to the back of the valley, and then went to the cliffs on both sides to look.
Finally, he came to Fan Lu's body and stayed there silently.
Next to Fan Lu's body was the body of his driver. Both bodies were already cold. If they had not been guarded by the tavern members, they might have been targeted by wild dogs .
After a long time, when the first rays of dawn appeared in the sky, the man in the wheelchair finally spoke: "It's not Gun King Francis."
"Why?"
The woman next to him squatted down and took out a stack of photos from her arms.
There is a corpse in each photo. Without exception, all of these corpses have a bloody hole in the chest. They were killed by the legendary gun king Francis.
By comparison, the blood hole in the photo is almost exactly the same as the blood hole on Fan Lu's chest.
No other gun except Francis's could produce such an effect.
"Fan Lu knew the murderer." The wheelchair man said slowly, "Before the battle, Fan Lu did not activate the psychic shield. He underestimated the enemy and thought that the murderer was weaker than him, and much weaker."
"How do you know he didn't activate his shield?" the woman asked.
"There were no energy ripples around him that caused his shield to shatter."
"What if he took back the shield on his own initiative?"
"No one will take the initiative to put away the shield in battle." The wheelchair man glanced at her calmly, "You are a civilian staff member and rarely fight. I don't blame you for asking such a simple question. In the future, if there are tavern executives present, try to speak less."
“…”
The woman was silent, put away the photos, stood up and stood beside the wheelchair.
Gun King Francis is powerful and mysterious. Few people inside the tavern know him, and Fan Lu probably doesn't know him either.
If it really was Francis, and Fan Lu knew him, then it would be impossible for him not to open the shield.
This behavior only shows that he knows the other party and does not regard the other party as a creature of the same level.
"The shot went from the back to the chest. It was fired from the opposite cliff." The wheelchair man continued, "There were traces of guns on the opposite side, but no traces of the sniper lying prone. The weeds in that area did not obviously fall down."
As he was narrating, the scene in his eyes kept evolving, with the scene of Fan Lu being shot and bleeding appearing.
In the back of the picture, there is a sniper rifle with a special shape, but there is no one behind the sniper rifle, neither a sniper nor an observer.
"You mean, that sniper rifle is unmanned?" The woman frowned. "Some special talent?"
"No, as long as you can manipulate metal."
"Masked man?"
"You all guessed it was him, but you just didn't want to admit it. You insisted that I come here to judge."
The wheelchair man said calmly, "Fan Lu was not prepared. He thought the masked man was still a level 4 creature. He hid in his own illusion and didn't even turn on the shield."
"The Masked Man can see through Fan Lu's illusion?" The woman was puzzled. "That's Fan Lu's talent. No creature of the same level can break it, right? Moser can see through it only because he is too strong. He may be about to become a level 6 creature."
"No need to see through it, just the metal on Fan Lu's body will do."
"this……"
"He was attacked at the time, and his team members suffered heavy casualties. Perhaps he was so angry that he even forgot to take off the metal on his body, and the masked man sensed it."
"So, the gun of the masked man..."
"Yes, it's the same gun as that of Gun King Francis." The wheelchair man nodded, "It doesn't belong to this world, it doesn't belong to this planet, it's a creation of the starry sky."
"Did he kill Francis and take the gun?"
“Maybe not the same one.”
After saying this, the man in the wheelchair suddenly took a deep breath. His sickly thin cheeks became even paler. He closed his eyes and stopped talking.
Everyone realized that he needed to rest.
He had already exhausted all his strength by saying so much just now.
Another half an hour passed before the wheelchair man finally opened his eyes with difficulty. He regained some ability and was able to continue speaking.
He placed his skinny arm on the armrest of the wheelchair, stretched out a dry finger, pointed to an area halfway up the hill, and said, "Before the battle began, the masked man hid there."
"Are you sure?" The woman looked over.
The area was inconspicuous, no different from other surrounding areas, just some weeds and gravel.
The wheelchair man said, "The grass has obvious creases, and in two places, the roots of the weeds have partly broken away from the soil. If you look more carefully, you should be able to find traces of the masked man's fingernails on one of the blades of grass."
"So... when the explosion happened, he hid there and used the power of these weeds to stabilize his body?"
"Um."
In the eyes of the wheelchair man, there appeared a scene of valley exploding, earth shaking, and chaos rolling.
In the corner of the picture, Su Xia grasped two patches of weeds tightly with both hands, and lay on the ground, steadying his body, holding on until the explosion was over.
Of course, the face in the picture is wearing a cold iron mask, so it is impossible to tell who the real person is.
"So, it seems that the masked man has been following behind Fan Lu and watching his team's actions?" The woman couldn't help but think, "After Fan Lu arrived in Coral City, his death was already certain."
"No, he can still be alive at that time." The man in the wheelchair shook his head.
"Why? Won't the masked man kill him?"
"Has the Masked Man ever killed a good person?"
"this……"
"You have to learn to understand your opponent." The wheelchair man said calmly, "Everyone the Masked Man has killed since he became famous deserved to be killed. Even though he is an opponent, I still admire him. He could have come to the headquarters and become the core of the next generation."
"But he broke the rules after all," said the woman.
“Rules are made by people, and they can also be changed by people.”
"God of war, you can't say that in front of those people at the headquarters."
"It's okay. I'm right."
The wheelchair man smiled faintly: "Fan Lu also broke the rules. He killed someone in the Coral City branch."
The woman was startled: "What?"
The wheelchair man said: "In the basement of the Coral City branch, he violated the rules and attacked a tavern member. That man is Chang Yu, a good friend of the masked man."
"Is that man dead?"
"He's not dead, it's just because someone tried to save him." The man in the wheelchair said softly, "Fan Lu killed him. If no one tried to save him, Chang Yu would have died for sure."
"How come I don't know about this?" the woman asked.
"Of course you don't."
"God, how do you know that?"
"Yi Yi is not the kind of person who would passively take a beating. He has other channels to report information to the headquarters." The man in the wheelchair said, looking at Fan Lu's body.
"Just let this matter go? Let Fan Lu die in vain?"
"No, we still have to track down the masked man and give an explanation to the headquarters."
The man in the wheelchair waved his hand gently, his face turned paler, and it seemed that even moving took a lot of effort.
The rest of the people behind him immediately understood and stepped forward to collect the bodies of Fan Lu and his team members.
If a contracted member of the pub dies and has no family, all funeral arrangements will be handled by the pub. If the member is famous, the pub will hold a grand funeral, but if the member is not famous, the pub will just bury him in a random cemetery.
The woman asked, "Where to go next?"
The wheelchair man replied, "To Kaiba City."
"Didn't you say that the masked weirdo in Kaiba Castle was a fake?"
"Yes, it's real now."
