Mystery: Paradox Path

"Aren't you going to take me to the East District?" Lanvous looked at Snow with a puzzled expression on his face.

Now his state is like a dual personality. Although he is still the dominant personality, whenever he relaxes, gets tired, or simply falls asleep, the part of consciousness that belongs to the true creator will control his body to make some very strange things. troublesome thing.

In this case, as long as he is taken to the Eastern District and hidden for a month or two, the will of the true creator will probably grow to a degree that suppresses his personality, and at that time, he will be completely replaced by the true creator. Be the vessel of God's descent.

But this member of the Aurora Society actually chose to bring him to the West District!

Although the West District is not without a degenerate atmosphere, compared to the East District, which is full of resentment, death, numbness and madness, this place can be called peaceful!

In the East Zone, it will take about one to two months for him to be completely replaced, while in the West Zone, this time may be stretched to half a year.

"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking?" Under the influence of [No One Can See Through] Snow, even if he always faced Lanvus with his original face, he was not worried that he would be remembered by the other party for his appearance and appearance. body shape.

He just maintained a cold face and said indifferently:

"Don't take me for an idiot! The Eastern District can indeed make my Lord come faster, but the chaotic environment also means risks. In that place, a swindler like you can easily cause trouble and attract official Beyonders. Then you can take this opportunity to escape, right? My Lord has been waiting for thousands of years to come, do you think He will not see through your little trick?"

Snow's gaze was opposite Lanvus's. His words were not meant to be heard by Lanvus, but to the consciousness that was hidden in Lanvus' body and belonged to the true creator.

As "the fallen nature of all beings", the true creator can project his own consciousness into the bodies of other beings with the help of divinity, and use negative emotions as nourishment to gradually replace the other's consciousness.

This means that this "little real creator" is conscious. If Snow doesn't explain it to him clearly, if this little real creator controls Lanvus and runs to the East District, the fun will be great. .

Lan Erwus clearly understood what Snow meant, and slumped on the sofa with a gray face, but Snow did not let down his guard because of his behavior, but he didn't say anything more, and sat casually. On the side, he picked up the book that the deacon brought, and read it quietly.

……

"Why hasn't it responded yet! Is the dose not enough?"

It's been a week since he was locked in Mr. A's residence, Lanerwus's mood is getting more and more impatient, although life here is not bad, except that he can't step out of this house, whether it is food or entertainment, it can be said to be high class Society's top dining standards.

However, the "saplings" in his body that were growing every day made him not in the mood to enjoy these foods that he couldn't even afford to enjoy even when he was at his most prosperous.

That **** guy used a kind of influence similar to the spiritual level, so that every time he wanted to leave the house, he would automatically return to the bedroom, although he knew that as long as he used the divinity of the true creator, this spiritual influence would immediately disappear. It will be cleared, but Lan Erwus also understands, that is probably the purpose of the other party.

Just when he was extremely anxious, bursts of chaotic and harsh piano sounds came down from the top of his head, which made his already irritable spirit even more frantic.

"Damn it! What the **** is that guy doing?"

Lan Erwus let out an angry roar, and the deacon who heard the sound immediately bowed politely, and then said in a very standard Backlund accent:

"Sorry, Mr. V received a piano as a gift today. In order not to let this precious gift be buried, he is learning the piano."

"This is what he calls learning? Damn it, I can find a mouse to run on the keys better than him! Hell, can't he hire a piano teacher?"

Although Lanervus understood that this might be the other party inducing his negative emotions, he still couldn't help roaring loudly, because now he has nothing to do but anger.

As a fraudster who understands human psychology, he is very clear that negative emotions will only accumulate, and proper release can reduce stress.

However, the sound of the piano from the piano room did not mean to stop because of his roar, instead it became more and more chaotic.

It felt like a guy who didn't even know what a note was, was pounding with the strength of his milk.

What makes him even more desperate is that the consciousness of the true creator seems to not mind this kind of noise at all, or that consciousness prefers the negative emotions he has caused because of the noise over the dissatisfaction of being disturbed - which makes him even "your God doesn't like it." There's no excuse for that.

"Find me a pair of earplugs."

Lanervus knew that his resistance was futile. He only made a humble request to the deacon after his incompetence and fury.

"No problem, sir." The deacon didn't make any excuses. As Snow said before, in this house, apart from leaving and killing people, he can make any request~www.wuxiamtl.com~ including enjoying that pair of complete A maid who fits the corporate culture of the Aurora Club.

However, Lan Erwusi has no such idea at all. If the real creator takes the opportunity to conceive again, then he will really have no way to survive!

The deacon quickly brought in two **** of cotton, but after Lanvus put them into his ears, he found that the messy piano sound did not weaken at all, but instead had a feeling of reverberating in his skull.

"Damn it! He actually used extraordinary power to play the piano!" Lanvus took out the cotton and threw it to the ground, but under the effect of air resistance, the cotton that fell slowly seemed to be mocking him silently.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Lan Erwusi let out an angry howl. He hoped that his voice could come out of the room and attract the patrolling police, but he knew it was meaningless, because from the day he lived in this house, the man Through the ceremony, all sounds were imprisoned in the house.

After a long while, Lan Erwus, who finally vented the anger in his heart, finally calmed down. After taking a deep breath, he looked at the deacon who was still smiling and said:

"Find me a gramophone! Well, a few more records, is that all right?"

"Of course, what kind of music do you want? Mr. A has a collection of classical opera pieces, while Mr. V prefers to be invented by Emperor Roselle... um, light music." The deacon still maintained a professional smile, Action etiquette is meticulous.

Lan Erwus looked at the handsome smiling face, and squeezed out a few words from between his teeth—

"The loudest!"

"Okay, there seem to be two rare 'death heavy metals' in the collection that Mr. V brought before, which was also invented by Emperor Roselle. I'll fetch it for you..."