Chapter 645 New Mask

The red dead thread spread out from the soles of Xia Shou's feet like a spider web. It was hard to tell which one was near and which one was far away, let alone which one was in this community and which one was at the other end of the city.

As always, you still look at the rotation speed of the dead line. If you want to know which end point of the line is closer to you, there is no other way but to guess by the rotation speed.

Of course, the opposite is also true, if the thread doesn't move, Xia Shou can move!

As long as he moves, the effect is the same. At the far end point, north is north. No matter how you move, it will point north like the North Star, and south will be south. It is as infallible as a compass.

In the same way, if there is a line that was originally in the east but suddenly turns to the west, or to the southeast, this means that the end point of the line is nearby.

Xia Shou lowered his body and exerted force on his feet. All the strength of his body's muscles was poured into his legs. If someone peeled off Xia Shou's skin at this time, he could see that the muscles in his waist were tightened like a towel and he adjusted his body's center of gravity. In a straight line in the sprint direction.

The posture and amplitude of the swing of the hands are completely coordinated with the waist, which allows all the explosive power accumulated in the legs to be concentrated in the front, without any extra force being spent on adjusting the direction.

The starting sprint speed greatly surpassed that of Bolt. In an instant, Scorpion Ridge instantly created a set of motion trajectories that required precise calculation by scientists, allowing every part of Xia Shou's body to be reproduced without thinking, as precisely as an instrument.

His body leaned forward during the sprint, and a normal person would fall because the speed of swinging his legs could not offset the ground acceleration caused by leaning forward, but Xia Shou did it easily.

Not only the perfect coordination of muscles and nerves, but also the excessive secretion of hormones in the body.

As soon as Xia Shou left the shelter of Bai He's superpower, the red line under his feet began to flicker at high speed, as if the laser light in the dance hall was out of control, jumping back, forth, left, and right.

His ankles were crooked, his hands moved on the ground, and he adjusted his body posture slightly. The dozens of bullets grazed his shoulders and waist, stirring up a cloud of dust on the ground.

The gunman upstairs cursed "Damn" and aimed his rifle at Xia Shou's running track, making a deafening roar. The dust stirred up by the warhead formed a gray trail behind Xia Shou. He was like an antelope. He nimbly dodged the barrage and rushed into a building!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" the gunman yelled nervously. He deftly removed the magazine, reloaded neatly, turned around, aimed at the rooftop entrance behind him, and took a shooting stance.

He knew that Xia Shou was coming for him, and whether he took the elevator or took the stairs, there was only one way to go.

Even if you can hide, you still can't hide by aiming at the door, right?

Extraordinary people are all glass cannons. As long as they are hit by a gun, they will still die. The fact that the other party was hiding just now proves that he is still afraid of bullets!

However, he waited for two full minutes, and Xia Shou still didn't show up.

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At the same time, on the roof of another building, Xia Shou kicked open the iron door.

He didn't even look for the ambushed gunmen.

Those people were just cannon fodder pushed to the front to interfere with them. There was no need to waste time. What he wanted to find was the person with the strongest red line, that was the real commander!

Xia Shou lowered his head, and his feet were straight towards the man standing by the wall. The man turned to look at him, wearing an oval white mask on his face, with a simple expression drawn on it - two eyebrows, and eyes. Two black spots, a crooked mouth and a short nose.

A few paintings outline an arrogant and contemptuous face.

The style of this mask reminded Xia Shou of the Crying and Laughing Mask at a glance.

"Oh, how did you find me? It's amazing. Is this the connection between the murderer and the victim? Is this how you found me in the book?" the other party said.

Xia Shou stared at the other person with wide eyes, quickly connecting the fragments of clues about the mask in his mind.

In the underworld, when he entered the book, he saw the illness diary written by his crazy self. In the book, he could dream through the dream picker and possess someone in this world.

Combined with the fact that those "exes" in the past all wore the laughing and crying mask, that laughing and crying mask was the medium for his possession.

The man in front of him is wearing a mask with an arrogant expression, and he just mentioned the murderer and the victim. Does this mean... that the other person is also a person in the book?

"Why are you looking so surprised? Do you know everything?

No, you shouldn't know anything at your age. You haven't started killing people yet.

Shall I introduce myself to you? Ah... I'm really confused, why should I, a bank employee, be asked to do this kind of thing? I really hate this. "

Xia Shou glanced at the dead line at his feet and confirmed the danger level of the opponent.

If the blood demon's fatality rate is over 90%, then this person's success rate of killing him may only be 30%.

So... I am stronger than the other party!

However, if he doesn't go all out, the death rate will definitely rise sharply. Only by wearing the Blood Demon Mask can [Searching for Death] show him the survival rate.

But this time is just the first exploration stage of [Searching for Death]. If we go back, the wasted desire will not come back.

Thinking of this, Xia Shou decided to just test it like this first.

The next second, Xia Shou's eyes suddenly became sharp, and he approached in an instant.

The lightning gun that appeared out of thin air in his hand burst into brilliant light, like a stream of molten gold splashing towards the opponent's chest, and at the same time, the other hand also pressed Dorian Gray's pocket watch.

The thunder exploded, and the masked man caught the tip of the lightning gun with his bare hands. The lightning with high temperature and high energy was like being bound in the palm of the man's hand by an invisible cage. After he took Xia Shou's attack, he asked disappointedly: "We are from the same place, and you just start fighting without asking anything?"

"Sorry, I'm in a hurry!"

Xia Shou used [Future Prefabrication] again and threw a wind blade bomb.

The axe-like sharp airflow burst out from the landing point of the wind blade bomb, but these airflows gathered and concentrated towards a central point as if attracted by some invisible gravity, and finally compressed in the palm of the masked man's other hand.

After the high-pressure airflow was compressed to the extreme, the energy did not disappear. The constantly changing air made the refraction of light extremely unnatural, resulting in a spiral stable gas form visible to the naked eye in the palm of the masked man.

"You're not really a natural born killer, are you?" The masked man asked doubtfully, and pushed the spiral wind blade in his hand towards Xia Shou's abdomen.

Xia Shou stepped back on his toes, but his body was pulled forward by a strong suction force.

This guy's ability is gravity? !