Quadruple split.

Chapter 1012
There is one thing to say, the "game within the game" in Futaba's conception, Mo Tan really didn't expect it.

In other words, if he is an ordinary player, the chances of being caught are still very high. After all, this kind of blatant conspiracy is really hard to guard against. It's not easy to get used to it, and it's still half a year of 'playing games for 24 hours a day'. If the average human sleep time is about eight hours, plus the extra time, it's almost a whole year.

But the problem is that Mo Tan is not an 'ordinary player' from any angle.

He has played 24 hours of game time every day, but under this premise, the average daily game time of each personality of this senior mental patient is only about six hours, and it is still very fragmented and may be blocked at any time. 'Self' overrides the current character's six hours.

Although the two characters 'Tan Mo' and 'Mo' both have the talent of [Premonition], and 'Black Brahman' has obtained the advanced form of this talent [Wise Man's Foresight], this kind of buffer is still a temporary solution. Unable to solve the problem from the root cause, and there will be once a day, and occasionally even multiple "fragmentation" states that make him offline instantly, this person's crisis awareness in the realm of innocence has been tempered to the peak up.

As for any person, in the case that he may be disconnected every minute and every second, anyone who can persist in playing for such a long time without giving up will basically sum up a set of experiences to cover up his identity. After all, this game Although there are a lot of players, the interaction with NPCs is the most important thing, and the base difference between the two is really too big.

If you want to play comfortably and smoothly, you must deal with various NPCs. Under this premise, Mo Tan, who suffers from severe split personality, has naturally developed the skills to protect himself from showing his feet anytime, anywhere, and this This technique is precisely the optimal solution to solve Futaba's "game within game".

Of course, even though he was unaware of the other party's plan, Mo Tan with his current personality would never easily let himself be passive. Since the first contact with Diana, he has been brewing a deliberate murder, and he seems to have already laid down countless preparations, making full use of the two key points of "geographical advantage" and "human harmony".

For a period of time to come, most of the activities will be centered on Diana, so that it is almost difficult to get out of Futaba's monitoring range. Although Motan will inevitably fall into partial passiveness, from the overall perspective, the initiative in the general direction is still controlled by him. Hold it firmly in your hand, unshakable.

For Mo Tan, this is a zero-fault-tolerance game that needs to be maintained at peak operation throughout the entire process, as long as it reveals the slightest flaw, it is a zero-fault-tolerance game; while for Futaba, it is a game where as long as it fails to see through the opponent's identity within a certain period of time, After the countdown is over, the game is destined to be led to failure.

Both of them have their own advantages, and both have their own fatal injuries, and because of the personalities of both parties, it is destined that there will be no so-called retreat.

In other words, if there is no accident, either Mo Tan was torn off his mask and bombarded to death on this road walking side by side with Futaba, or Futaba was suddenly closed at the end of this road The cobwebs torn to shreds, there is no other possibility.

Is this fun?

[Of course it's interesting, I'm about to explode with excitement~]

From an angle that Futaba couldn't see, Mo Tan's eyes that seemed to be staring at the kitchen shone with fanaticism and excitement, while the curtain was an inorganic chaos.

【Heh, no matter how you think about it, it's quite interesting~】

And the girl's drooping eyes were filled with joy and madness that almost overflowed the corners of her eyes, and there was a fiery joy like a flame.

……

A moment later
Game timeAM05:58
"Ugh..."

Futaba, who threw away the fork, choked her neck violently, took out a bottle of 9° sauce-flavored mana potion from her luggage, and poured half of it for herself. After panting for a while, she struggled to raise her head to look at Diana, who was astonished, said with a more astonished and shocked expression than the latter: "Diana! Are you sure that your good girlfriend and my good mentor told you to 'conquer a man's stomach' when he wrote to you, Instead of killing it?"

Diana shrunk her neck subconsciously, patted Futaba's back carefully, and asked timidly, "Isn't it to your liking?"

"Is this special meow a question of whether it suits your appetite?!"

Futaba suddenly raised her head and poured the remaining half bottle of mana potion into her mouth, and said angrily, "This is simply poisoning! It must be poisoning! Diana, if you want to kill Frank, just tell me." That's fine, there's no need to waste so much trouble! Even if you want to play the trick of poisoning, you don't have to do one more person to let me die with him! I don't want to die with him!"

No matter how slow Diana was at this moment, she realized that the four dishes and one soup she made was not just "not to Futaba's appetite", but something fundamentally wrong...

"Frank!"

Considering that Futaba's mental state was slightly broken, but she didn't seem to be in any serious trouble, so Diana immediately turned her head to look at her main target of this round of "Love Breakfast", and exclaimed in panic Said: "Are you okay...eh?"

"I'm fine."

Mo Tan smiled, took a bite of the golden-yellow piece of Fire Element Bread with a layer of egg liquid on the outside, and said with a smile: "Although it is a little harder than the toast bought outside, , but the taste is unexpectedly good.”

Seeing that her boyfriend was eating so calmly, Diana was taken aback for a moment, then tilted her head a little cutely, and then turned her gaze to Futaba, who was half dead beside her, and asked curiously, "So...is it really not to your liking? ?”

"I've already said that it's not a question of whether this special cat suits your appetite or not! This thing can't be accepted by any normal person's stomach!"

Futaba knocked on the table vigorously, then her complexion changed, she suddenly called out an elemental hand out of thin air and grabbed another piece of toast in front of Motan to her body, and said suspiciously: "Wait a minute, could it be that Dai Anna, are you using mine for experiments, and then giving the finished product to Frank to eat?"

"I didn't."

Diana shook her head immediately.

"I don't believe it! A silly woman like you who is blinded by love can do anything!"

Futaba snorted softly, opened her small mouth and bit the bread she had just snatched from Mo Tan with an 'ahhhh' sound.

Then she didn't say much nonsense, she fell off the chair directly, and in the next second she cursed Mo Tan with a long string of swear words with hazy eyes.

"It's too exaggerated~"

Mo Tan smiled in a very gentlemanly manner, then got off the seat and pulled Futaba up from the ground, shrugged: "Although the taste is a bit unique, it may be because Diana made it, I think it's quite delicious. .”

Futaba let out a 'bah' and said angrily, "Get lost!"

"What the hell is it..."

Diana sighed, then picked up a spoonful of soup and put it in her mouth.

In the next second, she instinctively spit out the soup.

In the next second, she quickly picked up the bread in front of her and took a small bite.

In the third second, the bread was forcibly swallowed by Diana, whose expression changed drastically.

In the fourth second, three flashes of light shot out from Diana's fingertips, and created a small-scale explosion in front of herself, Futaba, and Motan respectively, and knocked down the objects on the table without hurting anyone. The 'Love Breakfast' was wiped out, not even the dregs left.

In the fifth second, the flushed Diana rushed to Mo Tan with a gust of fragrant wind, bit her lower lip and stared at Mo Tan, angrily said: "Why do you force yourself to eat this kind of thing!"

"Ah... my breakfast..."

Mo Tan first looked down at the empty table in front of him very regretfully, then smiled and shook his head at Diana: "What is this kind of thing called, Miss Futaba's reaction just now must have been deliberately exaggerated, I think Not bad."

This time, Mo Tan really did not lie.

Although from an objective point of view, the taste of Diana's breakfast is really bad, whether it is the act of using elements to ripen or the mastery of the ratio of various seasonings is very regrettable, so the definition of 'unpalatable' must be It is impossible to run away.

But this is actually just unpalatable on a general level. Although the taste is very bad, Futaba's series of actions just now as if she was about to be poisoned to death must have been exaggerated, and it was not the slightest exaggeration.

As for Mo Tan's evaluation of "I feel good after eating", I can't say there is anything wrong with it. After all, although his taste system has not experienced a devastating blow, he is a man who has experienced "pigeon cuisine", and not only Not only in the world of innocence, even in reality, it is not unheard of.

So if calculated according to the standard that the lower limit can almost directly penetrate the center of the earth, Diana's breakfast today can indeed be said to be 'not bad'.

All in all, whether it is a gentleman's demeanor or a lover's tolerance, they were all vividly displayed by this guy who has almost full resistance to dark cooking, which moved Diana greatly.

After that, Diana, who didn't have the time (nor the courage) to make another breakfast, wisely asked the waiter to bring some breakfast, and the three of them started again, and it took about ten minutes to fill their stomachs.

Of course, Diana is the only one who really needs to eat. As for Motan and Futaba, the two players basically satisfy their sense of taste. They only feel hungry when they feel hungry in reality, and they are still crazy in the game. The kind that doesn't help eating.

"Then Futaba and I will leave first..."

Diana, who was nestled next to Mo Tan, finally sipped the last bit of tea slowly, raised her hand and gently rubbed the other's hair, her bright eyes were full of melancholy and reluctance, and her little face was full of dissatisfaction. Happy: "It should be very late when you come back, and the room card was given to you just now, remember to be safe when you go out, ah, by the way, Frank, you have money..."

"There are straps."

Mo Tan interrupted Diana's action of taking out her wallet with a wry smile, and secretly cast a look of help at Futaba who was standing next to her with her arms folded: "I plan to go to the library to spend some time, don't worry, I will take care of myself of."

Diana stared at Mo Tan with burning eyes, and emphasized seriously: "You really! Really! Really! Really pay attention to safety!"

"Let's go, less meaty."

Futaba stood on tiptoe and grabbed Diana by the back of the collar and dragged her to the door. As she walked, she said in a dry voice with no expression on her face: "The occasion you are going to in the afternoon has nothing to do with me. Wait until the Mages Guild ends." Then I'll go and see him, okay?"

As the girl said so, she turned her head and cast a provocative wink at Mo Tan.

"Really!"

Diana immediately grabbed Futaba's arm and said happily, "Are you really willing to protect Frank for me?"

"Really, don't worry~"

Futaba dragged Diana out of the door, casually said 'Bye' to Mo Tan, and then slammed the door hard.

The next moment, Mo Tan put down the teacup in his hand and stood up abruptly——

Then it took about [-] minutes to carefully tidy up the whole suite, especially Diana's salutes that were casually placed in the main hall, and he transported them to the master bedroom. Sticking to the wall, aromatherapy placed next to the pillow, and underwear neatly folded by him in the small closet, he is as proficient in business as a housewife with at least [-] years of working experience.

After finishing these, he left [Stars] in a stroll, and while chanting unclear words such as [left, right, left, right] according to the topographic map he had obtained from the front desk, he went straight to a certain seat not far away. Go to the libraries of the two history colleges.

And in the process...

"No one is following."

A middle-aged lizard man who was walking in a hurry suddenly mumbled this sentence in a low voice when he passed by Mo Tan.

……

"The locations of Target D and Target S are both the branches of the Mages Guild in the Outer Ring District."

A mage academy student squatting on the side of the road reading a book smiled when Mo Tan walked past him.

……

"Mr. Thief and Miss Bat have been operating around stronghold A, and they haven't been found."

The elf young man wearing the Academy City Law Enforcement Team's trench coat looked at Mo Tan's 'identity certificate' and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Frank, do you need to 'clear the field' now?"

Mo Tan casually took back the facial tissue in the opponent's hand, and nodded.

"There is currently no one in the alley behind me."

The elf youth turned sideways and whispered in a very low voice: "In one minute, all surveillance methods here will be neutralized for about three seconds."

"Thanks."

Mo Tan waved his hands without looking back, and turned into the depths of the alley.

……

ten minutes later
Game timeAM06:47
【Your spiritual connection has been detected, personal information is being synchronized...】

[Connection completed, reading character information]

[Welcome back, the absolutely neutral Black Brahma is about to be loaded into the realm of innocence, I wish you good night. 】

Chapter One Thousand and Five: The End
(End of this chapter)