"Something's wrong..."
On the roof of a tall building outside the satellite city, the man in a red suit suddenly opened his eyes and frowned.
The big-headed boy next to him asked nervously, "What's wrong?"
The man in the red suit looked a little pale, with an inexplicable doubt.
He raised his left hand, gently hooked his little finger, then hooked his index finger, and then curled up his five fingers.
He squeezed his palm hard, and the expression on his face became more and more confused, as if he was a little dazed.
After a pause, he whispered, "The puppets I left there can no longer be contacted..."
"It's as if the connection between me and them has been completely cut off."
"..."
The big-headed boy was stunned for a moment, his face full of surprise.
Qin Ran asked calmly, "Which one?"
The man in the red suit had a dry voice, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Every one."
Qin Ran stopped talking and looked at the location of Qinggang City thoughtfully.
In his hands, the lines on the instrument have fluctuated greatly, forming sharp corners.
The big-headed boy on the side tilted his head and looked at the man in the white suit, and said in surprise: "What you said is a bit strange. Can the puppet be lost at will? Could it be because the distance is too far and it has exceeded your control range?"
"No!"
The man in the red suit shook his head and said: "The range of ten kilometers is what I have tested many times."
Qin Ran remained calm and whispered: "Did you see anything before it was cut off?"
The man in the red suit thought silently for a while and said: "Before I entered the body of the puppet, because each puppet has a different brain structure and a different degree of transformation, I will also have a certain degree of confusion before I can really control it. Therefore, before my vision is cleared, there will be a certain degree of noise, illusions, and large areas of flickering blanks, etc...."
At this point, he paused slightly and said: "I don't know if it's an illusion."
"This time, when I opened my eyes, I seemed to see a woman, and she was smiling at me..."
"..."
The big-headed boy was stunned for a moment and whispered: "Are you crazy about women?"
The man in the red suit did not respond, but just looked at Qin Ran quietly.
"Then don't wait any longer!"
Qin Ran looked quietly in the direction of Qinggang City, as if thinking about something.
After a while, he suddenly looked at the electronic screen remote control in his hand, and there was a red button on it, saying: "Prepare to evacuate!"
The boy with the big head was a little surprised and said: "Boss, this level of data recording may not get you money..."
"The data recording task of the mental pollution bomb experiment has failed."
Qin Ran spoke very calmly, and at the same time, he had turned around and made a gesture of retreat to the alert person.
But the decision he made surprised the boy with the big head and the man in the red suit.
It seemed that they did not expect the boss to give up a task so easily.
"Do you know why I can live so long?"
Qin Ran seemed to see what they were thinking, smiled and glanced at them, and said: "The reason is that although I have the ability, I still keep the caution of ordinary people. When it is time to retreat, I will never indulge my greed."
As he spoke, he did not hesitate at all and gently pressed the button.
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"What happened?"
When the sound of scissors sounded, people were terrified in several places.
Under the high wall, hiding in the secret door, the person holding the camera was carefully aiming the lens at the young man standing on a blurry distorted force field. At first glance, it seemed like he was flying in the air.
He was a senior investigator and knew that it was impossible to record the existence of a mental monster. So, he just wanted to record the young man's every move. During this process, the other party's exaggeratedly twisted body, the extremely fast speed, and even the excited and contemptuous expression on his face when facing the spiritual monster made him terrified.
He didn't know what he was shooting, but he knew that it must be very valuable.
So he was so nervous that he even held his breath and just shot silently.
But suddenly, the direction his camera was pointing at seemed a little blurry, and the camera picture was no longer real.
This made him think that something had affected the camera, and he was startled and subconsciously raised his head.
Then he found that he couldn't see anything.
With a startle in his heart, he couldn't control his fear and screamed.
In the headset, a calm voice came out quickly: "Mole, what's the problem?"
He wanted to answer, but his throat only gurgled and couldn't make any sound.
It was as if his vocal cords had been broken.
He stretched out his hand and tried to touch the camera beside him, but before his fingertips touched the camera, he found that the body of the camera had begun to twist and break slowly, as if it was slowly squeezed into pieces by an invisible force.
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On a high-rise building a thousand meters away, the woman holding a telescope and observing the battlefield had already stepped back vigilantly when the sound of scissors sounded. At the same time, she squatted slightly, picked up a black dagger in her hand, and then looked vigilantly in the direction where the sound came from. But she found that there was nothing there, nothing existed, everything seemed like an illusion.
Even the mental detection alarm she wore on her waist did not make a sound.
"Am I too nervous?"
The woman squatted on the ground for a long time before slowly getting up. She felt the wind blowing in from the open window, and her whole body was cold.
She subconsciously lowered her head and found that the clothes on her chest had been completely opened to both sides.
It looked like someone had carefully cut it in the middle with scissors.
She was shocked and jumped back quickly, taking out her pistol and pointing it forward and then quickly behind her.
Still nothing...
It was only then that she reacted and looked down.
She saw a thin bloodstain under the clothes that were torn apart, extending from her lower abdomen to her throat.
She suddenly woke up and realized that it was not only her clothes that were cut.
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In the sealed room, the person sitting quietly on the sofa was reporting to an encrypted channel: "I saw a single soldier fighting a group of mental monsters. The level of the mental monster was very high, and I didn't dare to get too close. But what made me feel strange was that the single soldier now didn't look like an individual. There seemed to be a group of twisted spirits around him..."
His voice suddenly stopped.
A voice in the channel sounded softly: "Keep talking, what is distorted?"
But after shouting for a long time, there was no sound at all. The person on the other side of the channel reacted and suddenly cut off the channel.
In the dead silence, the person sitting on the sofa sat quietly.
Only his head was slightly tilted to one side.