The creaking voice was swallowed by the wind, and I stood with my back to Rob on the solid wood shelf at the side of the shop when he came in with a cold air.
Behind the footsteps deliberately issued more and more close, a braving the cold light of the dagger was handed to me, I slightly side head, expressionless looking at the bearer.
Luo 2 glanced at the things carefully placed on the shelf, the first to speak:
"If you don't have the dagger, how the fucking will you take care of your rinky-dink stuff ?"
RINKY-DINK?
I was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that what he said was my collection. I did not refute, but began to carefully observe the dagger in Rob's hand.
Black red handle, faint flow of golden lines of the knife, the blade was Rob forcibly hold, but did not produce any scars.
It's the dagger again.
I tutted and grasped the hilt.
The cold dagger collided with something, and it took on an incredible sharpness, a clanging sound and a shower of sparks.
Dust, fear, blood.
The woman on the ground is twitching, blood constantly spilled from her mouth, the whites of the eyes all over the blood, the throat continues to spread gravel friction rustle sound. She sobbed, unwilling to die, the body to the man wriggling, as if in need of help.
She has no idea what's going on, poor little thing.
I stood on the side, looking at the woman gradually no breath, the body is still trembling, is in excretion? Squeezing out that little bit of life, that little bit of soul, with one last, violent shudder, the woman was completely silent, her empty eyes wide open, and there was a flicker of pity in mine.
That anger was permanently left on the dagger.
My thoughts drifted back.
Rob stood in situ, watching me pick up the dagger, and then opened the mouth:
"I know you never get involved, but why are you so stubborn this time? Just for you to cut off the timethread with she , don't mean you have to kill her, after all she....."
BANG!
There was a dull clatter of the red-brown books against the table, and the sound of the room stopped abruptly.
Rob was frightened by me and stepped forward to appease me, but I pushed him away with my hands.
"No, I..."
"No need to say, I'll go out to see her, look after the shop."
I brushed my tangled hair with my hand, pulled on a camel windbreaker, and headed out of the store, regardless of his vague grunt.
"And go to see that memory, memory has nothing interesting..."
The face of the cold wind with the drizzle directly rushed a full.
How can you get the dagger for nothing?
A stiff smile is on my face. The coat can't stop the constant cold. I pulled my coat tighter and felt something hard in the pocket.
Fine rain wet my hair, and wet my forehead, I at this moment can not contain the thought of that girl, she knew I was holding a dagger towards her?
My footsteps stopped, grasped of the void, the red thread was firmly in my hand, I walked along the direction of the red line.
I shivered, lost my strength all of a sudden, and my face turned pale.
Dimensional reducers can change their position by changing the probability of their appearance. Since the energy field generated by dimensional reducers remains constant, we can also achieve the purpose of "traveling through time and space" through certain means.
For example, if you think of yourself as a particle, you can just stack up the states, increase the probability of its occurrence, and you can jump out of an infinitely deep potential well.
Of course it takes an incredible amount of energy.
So, we usually just read the information stored in the thread.