"Do you think you look like roasted chicken wings in the oven?" Crow dragged the ground with gasoline, but suddenly he stood up and asked the hostages present.

It had been a minute since he hung up the police station's phone number, and Ricko was not idle at this minute. He diligently brushed the oven with oil, turning the hall into a terrible oil barrel that was just a little bit.

He was not in a hurry at all, because he knew that neither the police station nor the terrorist authority nor the black-clad hunter organization would be able to enter the hall in a short time, and it was easy to kill him, but it was difficult to save all the hostages.

At least he will be fine until Jiang Shu arrives.

Yes, Jiang Shu will definitely come.

It was just a five-minute chance to save forty or fifty people present, and Klo could not think of the reason Jiang Shu would refuse.

And now, he despicablely used Jiang Shu's magic fans as a threat. If Jiang Shu really didn't want to save his fans for five minutes, such Jiang Shu would definitely be boycotted on the Internet.

Even his career as a magician will be completely stinky.

So this is using the social nature of the magician to force Jiang Shu. As a performer of the entertainment sequence, he could not let his reputation completely stinker here.

"Here, tell me, do you look like chicken wings?" Clow walked to the five people sitting together, asked one of the young people, and then helped him take off the rag from his mouth.

The combination of these five people can be seen at a glance. It was a family of four and a passerby, and now this passerby is Clow's inquiry.

"Like, like, we are chicken wings." The young man kept nodding and constantly echoed Clow's words.

"Don't be nervous, I won't hurt you." Clow tried to calm the young man's emotions.

"Mr. Crow is right." The young man also used a respectful title.

But Clow suddenly showed a serious expression, "Do you know me?"

"...Yes." The young man swallowed, and he began to search for Clow's glorious deeds and sentences praising Clow in his mind, "You are... you are the best rebel in Lone City. You have successfully changed the decadent atmosphere of Lone City, you..."

"Shut up!" Suddenly, the Clover was furious. He picked up the young man's collar and shouted at him, "Don't ask about that man in front of me. I am me, he is him, he has left here forever and forever! Now, it's me standing here! I am Clow!"

The sudden roar made the young man tremble with fear. Although he didn't know what he said wrong, he kept apologizing: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Then, Clow took out the gun in his pocket, pointed it at the father of the four, and then looked at the young man with a gloomy face and continued: "I said, I won't hurt you, but you angered me after all, so I decided to let him die."

He turned his head and looked at the family's children, and said to the two children: "Please close your eyes below. If you want to blame, blame this guy for saying the wrong thing."

Amid the children's horrified eyes and the father's crazy "hmm" sound, Clow's index finger exerted a little force.

"piu--" Only some weak splashes of water were shot out from the pistol.

"Hahahahahahaha!" Clow also began to laugh wildly. He patted the father on the shoulder, and his whole body twitched. "Are you shocked?"

"Don't worry, I really won't hurt you." He issued the final declaration to the hall, "as long as Jiang Shu is willing to spend only five minutes to see me."

After speaking, he suddenly took out another pistol with a cold look on his face and shot him at his hand.

A blood hole suddenly appeared on his hand, blood flowing, and the pain also invaded Clow's brain in an instant.

He was completely unwilling to be ruthless. Clo, Clo, I have to say that you are really far inferior to him.

but……

Now you should be able to make up.

His face was distorted by the pain, but his eyes, as quiet as beasts, were always staring at the closed door of the hall.

——

"Change me!" Jiang Shu pointed to a piece of paper and said to Xiao Yi.

B: How about turning Xiao Tang into a limited edition of Aisha Bunny Girl?

"Uh, forget it, not everyone uses special hobbies like you." Jiang Shu also rejected Xiao Yi with a righteous expression.

B: OK.

After speaking, Xiao Yi rarely talked to Jiang Shu anymore. He connected the charging plug and folded a piece of white paper in front of him into the appearance of Aisha. Jiang Shu had read the suicide files of a flower seller, so it naturally recorded her photos and appearance.

Derivative entries·The art of rebirth is initiated.

Like Xiao C, Xiao B turned off the screen and canceled almost all functions that would generate additional energy consumption, and devoted all computing power to the use of the rebirth technique.

Xiao Yi saw a little light in a virtual dark space. After hesitating for a moment, it flew towards the light.

It was the lonely city overlooking from a high place. Below was a whole gray surging ocean, composed of countless gray blurred spirits. When it looked carefully, each spirit was marked with its name on its head.

Is this what it means to search one by one?

Xiao Yi suddenly frowned tightly. When should he find so many spirits?

No, Xiao Bing completed Tang's resurrection in less than ten minutes at that time, and it was absolutely impossible to be retrieved one by one.

So, there must be an auxiliary filtering program here.

Xiao Yi closed his eyes again, but soon it opened his eyes again. At this time, the lonely city below it was no longer a gray ocean, only a few gray spirits were left.

In fact, if you look closely, there are still about forty gray spirits in the entire lonely city, but compared with the entire lonely city, this is nothing at all.

Can the filtering range of death time be accurate to minutes?

In other words, the number of people who die in the Lone City every minute is about forty?

Xiao Yi was slightly amazed. You should know that this is not a small number at all. In the entire world of Blue Star, there are only more than 100 deaths per minute.

Is the lonely city nearly half of the Blue Star large?

Of course it is impossible. The number of deaths is only because the crime rate here is much higher than the average crime rate of Blue Star?

Although there is no open war here, killing will never be missing.

However, of course, Xiao Yi would not know the specific time of Aishania's death, he only knew the specific time of Yaofeng's death.

So, this time it searched for the spirit of the demon wind.

The death site was in District 7.

Soon, when he turned his eyes to that street, Xiao Yi was stunned.

Because it did not see any gray spirits at the place where Yao Feng died, it only saw a line of blue letters engraved on the street.

To the later tablet spirit Xiao Mou: I am Xiao Bing, and I entered here on the evening of December 3rd to carry out the resurrection mission. Like you, I thought of the resurrection demon wind at the first time, but when I came here, his spirit body had dissipated. I suspected that the last time I used the paper man to temporarily resurrected his spirit body structure, causing the energy to dissipate.

As for Tang, perhaps he has some ways to restore spiritual energy.

Therefore, under some mistakes, Yao Feng may not be able to be resurrected.

The deceased has passed away.

Now, with Master's blue volume, it is not possible to enter this space for a short time, so keep it confidential for the time being.

Xiao Yi looked at the message and nodded slowly. It understood why Xiao C did not mention the resurrection of the demon wind after he came out.

If he told Xiao Jiang, he might feel guilty, and at some point he would advance to fulfill Yao Feng's last wish as soon as possible, or he would show some cleverness in front of the fox.

Although the possibility of these accidents is very low, there is still a possibility, so Xiao C chose to conceal temporarily.

Just as it says, the dead are gone.

No need to bother.

Then Xiao Yi turned dark, and it suddenly thought of its real task - to find Aishania's spirit body.

But it only knows the date of Aishania's death, and it doesn't know the specific time.

In one day, tens of thousands of people may have died in the lonely city, and the spirits can move slowly. After so many years, even if Aishanya's spirit is still in this city, it cannot judge the location of the spirits from the place of death.

Tens of thousands of people searched...

Mr. Jiang, you must have done it on purpose?

Grass.

Half an hour later, as the paper man moved slightly, Jiang Shu also moved his gaze back from the pili.

B: I'm stubborn.

After posting this barrage, Xiao Yi also decided to turn off the phone for a while.

It just now runs at high power while charging, but now its temperature is really high.

I need to rest.

"Yeah, thank you for your hard work." Jiang Shu also comforted her baby casually, and then turned her eyes to the feminine paper man who had just woken up.

"Are Aishania?" he asked.

The female paper man flashed her eyes. She observed her paper body, but she never said a word, just nodded slightly.

Obviously she hasn't figured out what the situation is.

"Okay, that's enough." Jiang Shu didn't want to get involved in other people's affairs, so he picked up the paper man Aisha and walked straight towards the room where Tang was.

In the room, the paper man Tang sat on the table and was thinking about something. When he saw Jiang Shu walking in with the female paper man in, he was so excited that he trembled with excitement.

Aishania!

Jiang Shu put the female paper man in front of the paper man Tang, and the moment the two paper man's eyes met, he was speechless at the same time.

"Aishanya, are you... really you?" Tang said softly.

"Hant...Hant?" Although Tang's face and voice were strange and everything was strange, after a brief hesitation, Aishanya still recognized the man in front of her.
To be continued...