Become a legend in the interstellar

Chapter 320 Replay
Tick, tick.

The rain strikes the stones, covering the surface of the stones with a thin film of water.

Under the illumination of the light, the stone surface reflects a soft light, and the surface is blown delicate and smooth by the perennial soft wind, with only fresh traces like water waves appearing very uncoordinated.

These traces were reflected in the eyes of the wheelchair man, and seemed to freeze for a moment, leaving a brand in his eyes.

The next moment, a wave of blue viscous energy rushed past the world in his eyes.

After the impact, the wavy lines left behind match the lines on the stone.

No one else could see it, only he could see it, as if he was constructing or evolving what had happened out of thin air.

"Spiritual bomb, a kind of spiritual bomb that I have never seen before." The wheelchair man suddenly spoke, his lips were pale, and his voice was weak.

"Please continue," the woman said.

"it is good."

The wheelchair man closed his eyes and rested for a while.

When he opened his eyes again, he moved his eyes and slowly moved to the wreckage of the cars on both sides of the road.

Under the grass, beside the stones, and in the soil, countless fragments appeared in his eyes, including blackened parts, melted glass, and broken shells, hundreds of thousands, not even a tiny screw was spared.

Different parts and different parts have different degrees of damage, and the distances impacted by the explosion are also different, and the final forms are also strange.

In the eyes of the man in the wheelchair, the pieces of debris began to fly slowly, returning to the center of the road, from broken to complete, even the melted parts were completed, slowly spliced ​​and assembled, until finally, it turned into Complete with two commercial vehicles.

Even the minced meat, rotten bones, and internal organs are slowly being reassembled, and the spilled blood flies out of the mud and returns, turning into a complete person and appearing in the car little by little.

This is the world in his eyes, like a miracle, and others cannot know it.

In the eyes of others, the valley is still the valley, and the wreckage is still those wreckages, nothing has moved.

The two cars in the eyes of the man in the wheelchair started to back up, and retreated to the entrance of the valley according to the brake marks on the ground.

With thick fog and dim headlights, the two cars began to move forward.

Someone in the car screamed, warning of the danger.

"Ah-"

The man in the wheelchair moved his ears slightly, as if he heard the sound of brakes.

Immediately afterwards, there were violent explosions on both sides of the road at the same time. The terrifying power directly blasted the two cars in the middle of the road into pieces. It becomes pieces of flesh and blood.

The driver of the second car was not blown to pieces, his talent was passively activated, protecting him at the moment of the explosion.

But even with talents like "absolute protection", there is no guarantee that he will be intact this time.

"It's another kind of psionic bomb that I haven't seen before. When it explodes, it produces extremely high temperature and high pressure. The shock wave lasts for a long time and is powerful. It has extraordinary killing power and destructive effect."

The wheelchair man murmured in a low voice, the world in his eyes was still evolving.

He saw the driver of the second car, surviving, lying next to the wreckage of the car.

But soon, a cannonball fell from the sky and exploded violently. The terrifying energy wave left water wave marks on countless stones nearby, and the driver was thrown tens of meters away by the impact.

Therefore, the final body of the driver is still some distance from where the explosion originally occurred.

"No, it's not one shell, but three shells before and after. The ripples on the stone seem to overlap, but there are actually subtle differences."

The man in the wheelchair whispered, rubbed his temples, and the world in his eyes began to regress, returning to the way it was at the beginning of the explosion, exploding again, and re-evolving again.

This time, the final effect of the picture is already closer to the current appearance of the valley.

He shook his head slightly, still dissatisfied.

"No, the first explosion was not a one-off, the other party detonated the bombs in ambush in batches..."

If Su Xia was here, she would be surprised to hear these words.

The man in the wheelchair used his abilities time and time again to replay the attack of that night in the world in his eyes, getting closer each time, and in the end it was no different from Su Xia's action process.

This is his psionic talent, named [Fiction], an extremely rare talent, even rarer than [Mechanical Forbidden Speech].

This kind of talent allows the owner to almost perfectly restore what happened in the past based on various details, and even deduce what might happen.

Since psionic power appeared in this world, more than 20 years ago, there are only three known people who have awakened this talent.

One of them was forcibly killed by the mechanical master in a scuffle ten years ago.

Another died three years ago from a cerebral hemorrhage.

This wheelchair man is the only fictional gifted owner left in the world.

In the past, when his status was not high, everyone jokingly called him a "magic stick", because he could always figure out what someone did that day based on a little detail, which was more accurate than ancient fortune tellers.

Later, the term became a commendatory term, so that it became his exclusive code name.

When other members of the tavern want to use this code name, the application will not be approved.

"What's going on?" asked the woman next to her.

"It's a little bit worse." The wheelchair man replied.

"Stop, rest first, you are not in good health, rest for half an hour before continuing the deduction."

"Ah."

The wheelchair man nodded, closed his eyes, remained motionless, and began to rest.

Many active psionic talents have a number of uses. For example, Su Xia's avatar's [Wind Will] can only be used three times a day, and it is not necessary to use it at ordinary times. It is best used when fleeing for life.

Although there is no limit to the number of times this [fictional] talent, it cannot be used excessively.

Every time it is used, it will cause a great burden on the body, and some damages are even irreversible.

Therefore, the man has been in poor health, and even has problems with mobility. He can only sit in a wheelchair and let others push him around.

If he died, this talent would disappear from the world.

[Fictional] Talent doesn't seem to be the rarest.

There are rumors from the outside world that a human with the talent of "prophet" is imprisoned in the machine clan, which is a terrifying talent that can predict the future, and the owner of the talent has been sleeping and never wakes up... Rumor has it that once the person wakes up, A prophecy related to the fate of the entire race of the machine race will be made.

Of course, it's just a rumor. Whether the [Prophet] talent exists is still unknown, and it may just be made up by someone with a heart.

In the valley area, the drizzle kept falling, and time passed quickly.

Half an hour later, the wheelchair man opened his eyes.

"Go ahead, I need to see more details."

"it is good."

The person behind immediately pushed the wheelchair, balanced it, and sent him to the middle of the valley.

Here, too, there are a large number of car wrecks and human bones.

On the muddy ground, you can also see the paw prints of some wild dogs.

In the world in the man's eyes, there is a picture of a group of wild dogs snatching food.

"A little further forward."

In the following period of time, the wheelchair man made several requests, observing from the front of the valley to the back of the valley, and then looked at the left and right cliffs.

Finally, he came to Fan Lu's body and stayed silently.

Next to Fan Lu's body, there was also the body of his driver. The two bodies had already been frozen, and if they hadn't been guarded by the tavern members, they might have been targeted by wild dogs.

After a long time, when the first twilight appeared in the sky, the wheelchair man finally said, "It's not the gun king Francis."

"why?"

The woman next to her knelt down and took out a stack of photos from her arms.

Every photo is a corpse, and these corpses, without exception, have a blood hole in the chest, which was killed by the legendary gun king Francis.

By comparison, the blood hole in the photo is almost exactly the same as the blood hole in Fan Lu's chest.

No other gun could have produced this effect except Francis's.

"Fan Lu knew the murderer." The man in the wheelchair said slowly, "Before the battle, Fan Lu didn't activate the spiritual shield. He underestimated the enemy, thinking that the murderer was weaker than him, and much weaker."

"How do you know he didn't activate the shield?" the woman asked.

"There are no energy ripples from his shield shattering around."

"What if he took back the shield on his own initiative?"

"No one will take the initiative to put away the shield during the battle." The wheelchair man glanced at her lightly, "You are a civilian and rarely fight. I don't blame you for asking such a simple question. In the future, if there are high-level taverns present , talk as little as possible."

"..."

The woman was silent, put away those photos, got up and stood beside the wheelchair.

Gun King Francis is powerful and mysterious. Few people in the tavern know him, and Fan Lu probably doesn't know him either.

If it was really Francis, and Fan Lu knew him, then it was impossible for him not to activate the shield.

This kind of behavior can only show that he knows the other party and does not regard the other party as a creature of the same level.

"This shot was shot from the back to the chest from the opposite cliff." The wheelchair man continued, "There are traces of a gun on the opposite side, but there are no signs of a sniper lying prone, and the grass in that area is not obviously fallen. "

While he was narrating, his eyes continued to evolve, and the scene of Fan Furnace being shot and bleeding appeared.

At the back of the screen, there is a sniper rifle with a special shape, but there is no one behind the sniper rifle, neither snipers nor observers.

"You mean, no one controls that sniper rifle?" The woman frowned, "Some kind of special talent?"

"No, as long as you can manipulate metal."

"The Masked Man?"

"You all guessed that it was him, but you just don't want to admit it. I have to come and judge."

The wheelchair man said flatly: "Fan Lu was not prepared, he thought that the masked man was still a fourth-level creature, and he was hiding in his illusion, without even opening the shield."

"Can the masked man see through Fan Lu's illusion?" The woman was puzzled, "That is Fan Lu's talent, and creatures of the same level cannot crack it, right? Moser can see through it only because he is too strong, and he may soon become six A super creature."

"You don't need to see through it, as long as there is metal on Fan Lu's body."

"This……"

"He was attacked at that time, and the team members suffered heavy casualties. Perhaps he was so angry that he even forgot to take off the metal on his body, which was sensed by the masked man."

"So, the gun of the masked man..."

"Yes, it's the same gun as the gun king Francis." The wheelchair man nodded, "It doesn't belong to this world, it doesn't belong to this planet, it's a creation of the stars."

"Did he kill Francis and take the gun?"

"Maybe not the same one."

After finishing speaking, the wheelchair man suddenly took a deep breath, his sickly and thin cheeks became even paler, he closed his eyes, and stopped talking.

Everyone realized that he needed to rest.

He had already exhausted his strength by talking so much just now.

After another half an hour, the wheelchair man finally opened his eyes with difficulty, regained some power, and was able to continue talking again.

He put his thin arm on the armrest of the wheelchair, stretched out a dry finger, pointed to an area halfway up the hillside, and said, "Before the battle started, the masked monster hid there."

"Are you sure?" The woman looked over.

That area is very inconspicuous, no different from other surrounding areas, just grass and gravel.

The man in the wheelchair said: "The grass has obvious creases, and some of the roots of the weeds have broken away from the soil in two places. If you look carefully, you should be able to find traces left by the masked strange man's fingernails on a blade of grass. "

"So... when the explosion happened, he hid there and used the power of these weeds to stabilize his body?"

"Ah."

In the eyes of the man in the wheelchair, images of valleys exploding, the earth shaking and mountains shaking, and the world rolling in chaos appeared.

In the corner of the screen, Su Xia grasped two weeds tightly with both hands, fell on the ground, stabilized her body, and held on until the end of the explosion.

Of course, the face in the picture is wearing a cold iron mask, so it is impossible to tell who the real person is.

"So it seems that the masked monster has been following behind Fan Lu and watching their team's actions?" The woman couldn't help thinking, "After Fan Lu arrived in Coral City, his death was already doomed."

"No, he can still live at that time." The wheelchair man shook his head.

"Why? Won't the masked man kill him?"

"Has the masked man ever killed a good person?"

"This……"

"Learn to understand your opponent." The wheelchair man said calmly, "everyone the masked man has killed should be killed since he became famous. Even though he is an opponent, I still admire him. He could have Come to the headquarters and become the core of the next generation."

"But he broke the rules after all," the woman said.

"Rules are made by people, and they can also be changed by people."

"God stick, you can't say this in front of those people in the headquarters."

"It's okay, I have a reason."

The man in the wheelchair smiled faintly: "Fan Lu also broke the rules, he killed himself in the Shanhu City branch."

The woman was startled: "What?"

The man in the wheelchair said: "Under the Coral City branch, he violated the rules and attacked a member of the tavern. The man is Chang Yu, a friend of the masked man."

"Is that man dead?"

"He didn't die, it's just because someone rescued him." The man in the wheelchair said softly, "Fan Lu has killed him. If there is no one to rescue him, that San Yu will undoubtedly die."

"Why didn't I know about this?" the woman asked.

"Of course you don't know."

"God stick, how do you know?"

"Yiyi is not the kind of person who is passively beaten. He has other channels to report to the headquarters." The wheelchair man said looking at Fan Lu's body.

"Let's forget about this matter? Let Fan Furnace die in vain?"

"No, the masked man still has to be tracked down, and he has to give an explanation to the headquarters."

The wheelchair man waved lightly, his face turned pale again, as if it took a lot of effort to move.

The rest of the people behind immediately understood, stepped forward one after another, and began to collect the corpses for Fan Lu and the members of his team.

If the contracted members who died in the tavern have no family members, all funeral matters will be handled by the tavern. Those who are famous will be handled in a grand way, and those who are not famous will be buried in a cemetery.

"Where are you going next?" the woman asked.

The wheelchair man replied, "Go to Haima City."

"Didn't you say that the masked man in Seahorse City is fake?"

"Yes, it's true now."

(End of this chapter)