Chapter 41 Who Am I?

Magic can fight magic!

This is a 'mysterious side', as the unknown old man said.

Since hearing this sentence, Candat, as an 'outsider', has fully recognized this sentence.

Therefore, after using his identity to offer a reward to Jason, he immediately dispatched a backhand who had been prepared for a long time, a very special assassin who held the power of the "mysterious side" in the true sense.

This back-hand, in his original plan, was to be used on the lieutenant general.

Directly carry out the decapitation plan on the 'Ground Investigation Bureau', so as to destroy the entire 'Ground Investigation Bureau' in one fell swoop!

Candat really hated that lieutenant general.

The other party is like a spring, no matter how much pressure is put on it, it will bounce back with a more ferocious attitude. Every time, when they think that the other party is pushed into a desperate situation, the other party will always fight back, and the whole ground will be on the other side. Under the command, let them suffer great losses.

However, Candat is also happy in his heart.

Because, he is only facing the lieutenant general.

Not the two lunatics above.

Thinking of the meteorite summoned by the mysterious person named 'Liu'.

And the soldier named 'Li' directly crashed their main ship with a warship.

Candat is trembling from the bottom of his heart.

horrible!

A lunatic who doesn't even want his life!

He couldn't forget that the meteorites smashed down and hit their battleship with precision.

Not to mention, thinking that the overall situation has been fixed, the ground main ship named 'Pangu' rushed straight to the main ship. After a collision, the sky turned red.

This has become his lingering nightmare lately.

Every time he woke up from a dream, he was sweating profusely.

"Fortunately, there are not many such people."

"otherwise,

I would advise the elders to choose to retreat. "

Candat thought to himself.

Then, he felt that his breathing started to stop.

This is a normal response to increased stress.

Not only is it a habit brought by this body, but it is more of an influence brought by the talent of the 'lurker'.

When he thinks it's scary, scary, he gets stressed.

This kind of pressure will make his body and ability suffer a great reaction.

Sometimes, it can even be fatal.

But he and many "lurkers" have already found a solution: divert attention.

As long as the focus is diverted, there will be no stress!

In order to divert his attention and get rid of the pressure brought by the two shadows, Candat began to think about the name that only entered his field of vision yesterday: Jason.

A third-rate writer from the "Mystery Side", but his ability is quite strong, able to fight more than 10 "scouts" and one "assault" head-on.

Recalling the other party's photos and information, the corners of Candat's mouth couldn't help twitching a few times.

He had never seen a man taller and stronger than a wrestler who would choose to be a writer.

And the hockey mask and the machete!

No matter how you look at it, it looks more like a murderer and pervert!

However, none of this matters anymore.

The important thing is that the other party has the ability to identify the 'lurker'.

Without this, the other party won't attract his attention.

But since he has caught his attention, it is impossible for the other party to live.

"Feel sorry."

"Who let you meet me."

"For my comrade-in-arms, you must die!"

Candat thought silently.

Then, he started thinking about his next plan.

Jason is dead, this group of fighters who return to the ground must be subject to the highest level of monitoring, the 'lurker' cannot act in it at all, and, with this unexpected assassination, it is very likely that there will be one of them. Crowds are exposed.

According to common sense, they have to hide for a longer time.

This is the safest and safest.

But, he, Candat is different.

He had wilder, more direct plans.

Let these potentially exposed "lurkers" carry out suicide attacks.

At that time, he will see what the old general will look like.

After all, there are people who are close to him.

"That scene must be wonderful!"

Candat thought, he couldn't help laughing, and he picked up the tea on the table.

He was not used to everything on the ground.

Except for food.

Maybe when the time comes, we can leave more people on the ground as slaves and cultivate more food, especially this kind of tea.

It tastes really good.

With this thought in mind, Candat stood up, walked to the window and looked down.

In his field of vision, the so-called 'Kirin' battleship of the ground people was gradually being completed. Looking at the horn-like main gun and a pair of secondary guns protruding from the huge ship, Kandat's eyes showed a touch of sarcasm. .

This so-called latest main ship, for them, is also a obsolete product decades ago.

If it weren't for the so-called 'mystery side', it wouldn't be a climate at all.

And now?

With their invasion, those so-called 'mystery sides' were also unveiled.

They will eventually understand the power in it.

Then become the master of the ground.

Just like they did before.

"Want to stop us? Really wishful thinking!"

Candat thought, the tiny computer on his wrist vibrated.

The plan is done!

The corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously, and then he turned on the microcomputer.

On the screen, his subordinates are displayed.

Not on the ground, but in the true sense of the same family, as a subordinate you can trust.

"How about it?"

Candat asked in a relaxed tone.

With their technology combined with the power of the 'mysterious side' of the ground, he did not believe it would fail.

Immediately, however, Candat noticed something was wrong.

The subordinate in front of him has a dull gaze, and the angle seems to be a bit wrong, and he can only see a head.

Candat frowned and turned on the command mode directly.

As a major, he has the right to command his subordinate's microcomputer.

Immediately, the previous screen appeared——

The four rockets shot out dazzling tail flames in no particular order, heading straight for Jason!

There was no contact, and no real explosion.

The four rockets disintegrated on their own in mid-air, and small arrows spewed out densely inside.

There are real arrows and phantom arrows.

The latter confuses the attacked.

former?

Build the ceremony!

Seeing the faint rays of light blooming from the arrows that fell one after another, Candat smiled again.

The ceremony was a success!

The power of the curse permeates the entire ritual.

All creatures in the ritual die tragically.

It worked, didn't it?

Candat thought, his eyes were about to look at himself for a few times, and when he asked why the other party had this expression, his eyes suddenly popped, and his eyes almost popped out.

What did he see?

He saw the man who called himself home, raised his hand and pulled out the 'curse arrow' and threw it into his mouth.

The six 'curse arrows' were chewed up like french fries by the opponent.

"Damn!"

Candat cursed.

Not only because the plan failed, but also because he finally saw what was wrong with his subordinates.

He could only blame the sight of a head.

It was because his subordinates had only one head left, which Jason held in his hands.

The head moved slightly.

Fresh blood flowed on the camera of the microcomputer, scarlet stained the screen that Candat saw, and the corner of the ice hockey mask slowly appeared in his field of vision.

An inexplicable sense of terror rushed straight to Candat's forehead.

Especially after seeing Jason's cold eyes, he turned around without hesitation and was about to leave.

He is exposed!

Can't stay any longer!

must escape!

Otherwise you will be killed!

Candat believes that Jason will kill him!

He has to escape before Jason finds him!

But just as he turned around, the light bulb above his head flickered—

Stab it!

The light bulbs flickered on and off in the clear sound of electric current.

Candat ignored this.

Even in this base, there should be no such exception at all.

boom!

He pushed open the door and rushed out.

The huge force made the door slam into the wall next to it, and the mottled wall skin immediately fell off.

Candat, who was rushing forward, stopped and looked at the dim corridor in front of him, he was stunned.

He was certain that the hallway outside his office was definitely not like that.

In the dim light, a drop of water dripped from the ceiling and hit the dirty and greasy floor. At the end of the corridor, a red figure was squatting there, and a low voice sounded slowly.

"What can boys play?"

"Frogs, snails, and puppy tails."

"What can girls play?"

"Good stuff for granulated sugar, pans, and more."

"What about me? What can I play?"

It's like a nursery rhyme.

It's like a children's song.

But Candat's face changed drastically.

Because, the talent of being a 'lurker' tells him that everything in front of him is real!

Corridor in front of you.

Water drops from the ceiling.

Dirty floor.

There is a red shadow in the distance.

It's not a hallucination, it's all real!

impossible!

I clearly came out of the office!

Candat took a step back, about to turn back, but immediately his back hit the wall.

I don't know when, the direction of the door he walked out has turned into a wall.

The touch told him that the walls were very solid.

More importantly, when he turned his head to look at the wall, the red figure squatting in the corner seemed to be a little closer to him.

Candat's breathing began to pan out.

With no way out, he ran away.

"What about me? What can I play?"

The voice that kept ringing in his ears made Candat run faster.

His innate ability made him confirm that the figure was chasing him, and he had to get out of here.

Fortunately, at the end of the hallway is a downward staircase.

Without thinking, Candat ran down the stairs.

More fortunately, the stairs directly opposite the door.

boom!

As before, Candat pushed open the door.

Then, he woke up.

He was lying on an old bed, covered with a slightly thin quilt, the stove not far away was still emitting a little temperature, it was already dimly lit outside the window, and the sound of carriages and walking began to sound intermittently.

Candat sat up suspiciously.

what happened?

He asked himself, but his body involuntarily walked to the stove and threw the wood and briquettes into it.

Soon, with the crackling of the wood, the stove radiated heat again, which made Candat feel a little better. He turned around and put on his coat, and sat down on the only chair in the room.

When he sat down, he was stunned.

Why am I so familiar?

Just as he was stunned, there was a knock on the door.

Bang, bang!

"Hello, postman."

A clear voice came from outside the door, and Candat looked at the direction of the door vigilantly and did not answer.

"Hello, postman."

"I left your letter at the door."

"Don't worry, it's not pay on delivery."

After the postman repeated it, he just left, his tone full of ridicule.

Candat listened to the footsteps receding, and the gifted ability told him again that it was real.

But because of this, he was puzzled.

The eyes are real.

Well, before?

Confused, Kandat opened the door, and there was a large, thick envelope on the ground outside the door.

He took the envelope back and closed the door tightly.

Billy Press and his name Candat were written on the envelope.

The envelope is divided into two parts, one is an apology letter, and the other is a manuscript.

Dear Mr. Candat:

Sorry, your manuscript does not meet our publication requirements.

Editor-in-Chief: Renson

DY20.3.15

...

After reading the letter, Candat picked up the manuscript.

He started flipping through.

The above tells the story of the Sabians invading the ground in 1999. The protagonist is a peace-loving Sabie. He wants everyone to live in peace, but he was expelled by the Sabians as a traitor.

To this end, he joined the ground, hoping to counter the invasion of Sabie.

However, he is a Sabie.

The ground regarded him as an enemy and began a twenty-year captivity.

after?

The Sabians compromised to the ground.

Twenty years of war has caused the Sabians to consume too many resources.

Sabie couldn't take it off.

The same goes for the ground.

The two sides entered a period of peace.

Just as he hoped.

But not because of him.

And as a 'captive', he was handed back to Sabie Star by the ground.

The failure after years and months of war has made him a punching bag for the Sabians who have nowhere to vent.

He was unknowingly claimed to be the key to the failure of the Sabians.

He really became a traitor.

After many tortures, he was executed.

The day he was executed happened to be the day Sabie and the ground signed a peace agreement.

Amidst the laughter, fireworks flew into the air.

The last scene he saw was the colorful fireworks.

"Well written, isn't it?"

"I wrote this?"

"Is that editor-in-chief stupid?"

"Why can't such a good manuscript be published?"

Candat muttered to himself, then put down the manuscript and walked to the kitchen.

Everything is so familiar.

It seems that he has lived here for a long time.

As if he saw no surprises in the closet with only two loaves of brown bread left.

I am a writer.

I fantasize about being the protagonist.

So, I feel everything is so real.

In that dream?

Is it my burst of inspiration?

Just as he was about to dig deeper, Candat felt that he was out of breath.

He knew that this was his old problem.

Long-term overthinking left over, as long as you take a break, add some food will improve.

For this, he also saw a doctor, which cost him a full 10 yuan, but those drugs are not as fast as he can adjust by himself.

breathe.

Immediately, he took several deep breaths in a row in his own way.

Next, he picked up a piece of brown bread and carefully placed the other piece of brown bread. After nibbling on the black bread, Candat felt his improvement. He went back to the chair and picked up the quill.

He wanted to write those things down immediately while the memory in the dream was still there.

This is a rare inspiration!

At least write down the plans of those Sabians, yes, and the names of the supporting characters.

Perhaps the previous dream was too clear. At this time, Kandat's thoughts were like a spring, and he quickly wrote one name after another, depicting one plot after another.

When the last episode was written, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

call!

Candat was about to stand up and relax his back.

But when he stood up, the surroundings changed.

He, returned to his 'office' again.

wrong!

In the office of his character in the book.

In front of him, stood a girl wearing a red witch robe, aged seven or eight, with a cute appearance.

The little girl is turning a mirror in her hand.

"This?"

Candat was stunned again.

I fantasize about the book world again?

So real!

I have to jot it down quickly and then go back and write it all down.

However, did I have some complication due to overthinking?

Why does this real situation always occur.

Am I writing too much?

Candat thought, the little girl on the opposite side was jumping over, with a mirror with a metal edge in her hand.

What's the meaning?

Candat stared blankly at the mirror.

In the mirror was an image of a middle-aged man with messy hair, unshaven beard, bloodshot eyes, and a thin face.

This is him.

Every day's writing made him not pay attention to his grooming, the reversal of work and rest and the lack of three meals a day made him extremely thin and looked a little sick.

I will try to adjust my schedule later.

Try to go to bed early and get up early.

Find a job if you can.

It is best to go to the half-day class, go to the half-day class and still be able to write in the afternoon.

Looking at the Viscount in the mirror, Candat couldn't help thinking.

Then, the mirror with the metal frame just stuck on his face.

boom!

Pain and dizziness struck.

why did you hit me?

Candat thought about it, and then reacted, it was completely impossible for his weak body to withstand such a heavy blow.

Immediately, Candat fell into a coma.

Jennifer looked at the unconscious Candat, picked up the mirror and pointed it at the back of the other's head, and made it up again.

boom!

This time, it is heavier than before, and the angle selection is even more clever.

Candat immediately fell into a deeper coma.

"Too much reliance on 'innate ability', once you are confused, you will be completely trapped in it... Is it really worthy of being a Sabie?"

Jennifer looked at the unconscious Candat and couldn't help but comment.

Then, he looked down at the unshakable mirror.

Magic Mirror: I am a noble and decent mirror, please don't use me as a weapon, especially in the face of some poor-looking men (PS: this will make me feel hot eyes).

...

"It's fine."

Jennifer said casually.

Then, he picked up what Candat wrote up just now, and walked to the side.

The tiny computer belonging to Candat was there, and Jason was on the screen.

Looking at Jason in Scarlet, Jennifer immediately smiled sweetly.

"Hi Jason, good evening~"

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