Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Sorry, I'm retired."

"Retire?" Fox laughed. "Do you think you can rest easy just because someone blurred or modified your information?" She took a step forward and said to Matilda, "Your lover - should it be your lover? Little guy, your so-called cover-up can only deceive those organizations on the surface."

"If I wanted to check--um... how do you think we found your place?"

Fox half-knelt down in front of Leon without any precautions and looked at Matilda: "Once you step into the mud, you can never wash it clean. Do you want to see him die in his sleep or in the kitchen one day?"

Matilda pursed her lips: "You..."

"I'm Fox, and I come from an ancient organization - the Killer Organization. We choose the most evil guys - kill one person and save a thousand."

Matilda taunted, "Female Robin Hood is illegal in modern times, miss. Have you read the news? Kira is dead. Otherwise you could look for it."

Fox didn't care: "You and Leon are not in a position to say such things. You understand, right? Do you know how many people your lover has killed? Compared to us, he is even less qualified to talk about these things."

She's right.

Matilda knew Leon's past very well. During their occasional night talks, the man had told the girl his past bit by bit - Leon was definitely not a good person.

He is just a killer who can't distinguish between right and wrong.

"Little cutie, you have to think about both of you." Fox stood up and stretched: "There are 'traitors' in our organization, Leon, join us and help me clean them up, and I will let you join the organization."

She raised her finger and pointed at Matilda with a sly smile: "I will help you hide your identity information - believe me, we in the dark can erase the information about you and this child better than the white ones."

Leon frowned: "Traitor..."

"That's right, a traitor." Fox said in a deep voice: "Or... the leader. We have been following the instructions of the Loom of Destiny for a hundred years. Now, it seems that someone has tampered with the loom... Only the leader of the organization can access it..."

Wait a minute, wait a minute…

Loom?

cloth??

A fairy tale?

Matilda couldn't believe it: "You killers actually follow the instructions of a loom??"

“It’s just a machine, isn’t it?”

“Will there be words on the cloth?”

Fox dropped his chin innocently.

"Kira is still killing people based on the speculations of those idiots on the Internet. We are much more serious than him."

Matilda: ...

Such a joke...

in fact--

Not at all.

Fox's words were meaningful, and he glanced at Ang.

She still remembered the man's description of a person turning into a snake: "If, if you have really seen a 'supernatural' power, then you should understand why we obey the orders of a machine."

“It never went wrong before.”

Everyone who was killed deserved to die.

Loom of fate, supernatural items.

Matilda and Leon were silent.

If what is said is true...

That kind of power really existed in this world, and they had seen it with their own eyes. Even a loom—or a screw—was normal.

After saying goodbye to Mori Yuesa one after another, they encountered Supernatural for the second time.

"How? Agree?"

The girl smiled and said, "I recently found a candidate to train. If you want, I can teach you the technique of 'turning'. Leon, do you agree?"

Matilda tugged at Leon's sleeve and whispered:

"I want to contact that busty girl, if she hasn't left..."

Let Mori Yuesha take action.

Her man couldn't take any chances.

Unexpectedly, Leon shook his head and refused.

"Don't bother her, Matilda."

The man had felt the sense of danger that Mori Yuesha brought to him - it was as creepy as facing a large carnivore.

The natural suppression of species.

Mori Yuesha's help and his reward for killing Stan were all based on the girl's "interest" - Matilda didn't know, but Leon saw it very clearly.

Mori Yuesa didn't treat them much differently than she treated passers-by.

Although it may sound a bit ungrateful to say this, he still wanted Matilda to stay away from that woman...

The farther the better.

The farther the better...

Chapter 142 Extra: Truman's Columbus

"Without a beard or hair—"

"Please protect me—"

"Let me be like Christopher—"

A huge spherical monitoring room.

On the screen, the man before going to bed is clasping his hands together and closing his eyes to pray towards the ceiling of the basement.

——In addition to the usual joyful banter from audiences around the world, the newly added names also made the staff marvel at this magical coincidence.

Christopher is the name of the general director, and he is also Truman's father in a sense. It is he who made Truman, who was supposed to be an orphan, into a big star that the whole world pays attention to. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a father.

"coincide."

Director Christopher waved his hand with a smile on his face: "Check who he met. Either a repairman or a restaurant waiter. I guess?"

"We should have several Christophers."

The employee smiled and responded, turning his chair to investigate all the video records of today. They would have to add text explanations when they produced the "commemorative edition" in post-production, and they would have to find out the source of everything the door said and did.

"That lucky audience member caused trouble before." The employee muttered, dragging the mouse with his hand: "The God Without Beard - haha, I hope no believers in the name of God will come in and assassinate him."

The director rubbed his temples, closed his eyes and said, "Actually, she is an interesting girl. The thing she did raised the ratings by half a percentage point. There is nothing wrong with it except that Truman seems a little silly."

Ratings are money, and who doesn’t love money?

It's not like they look idiots anyway.

The employee shrugged and said it didn't matter.

"You can go home now. We are watching over this."

Christopher didn't respond, but just stared at Truman who was sleeping on the screen. When the lights dimmed, the thick quilt covered his body. The visibility in the basement was originally insufficient, so they could only use technology to image in the absence of light.

——The audience didn’t like it.

"I always feel that something is going to happen... Kevin, is there anything strange about him recently?" The elderly director has experienced too many ups and downs. In addition to his outstanding vision, the reason for avoiding traps many times can be attributed to his intuition in some aspects.

intuition…

Things have been calm recently, but he still feels something is not right.

Truman...is changing too fast.

He understood Truman even better than he understood himself.

He is very abnormal.

"Not really," the employee called Kevin shook his head, "On the contrary, he has become more 'honest'. Two months ago, he was still investigating the accidental celestial body fall and Mary's occasional strange advertising slogans. Now, everything seems to be back to normal."

A normal commute to get off work, a normal life with his actress wife, a normal way of providing entertainment to audiences around the world - he was not even interested in the "travel" he had always wanted.

He didn't mention wanting to go somewhere by plane or car.

since…

"If I have to say, it started with the 'Bald God.'" Kevin teased, "That lucky little audience member brought a lot of luck to our director team. At least he stopped making trouble, and we can save a lot of trouble."

"It's just that more and more extras are quitting their jobs recently."

This line of work is not easy.

They are called actors, but not really. Except that they don't have to sell their bodies, they have to deceive an innocent soul day and night.

Many people gradually couldn't stand it anymore.

"That's what ignorant low-class people are like." Christopher said grimly, "This is a great art. They are lucky enough to be able to participate in this art, but they are still picky."

The chief director looked at his deputy's staff and asked, "What do you think?"

Kevin took off one of his headphones: "Me? Your bonus." He showed his white teeth to the director sitting in the upper seat in a flattering manner and pulled up his sleeves to reveal the famous watch on his wrist.

Christopher raised his eyebrows: "Humans are wired to deceive each other." He pointed to the dark screen: "Many people think that I deceived Truman, but in fact, the audience is the one who was deceived."

“Billions of viewers…”

"Even if it's only one tenth of that, it would be enough to overwhelm us with anger."

But what did they do?

While chewing potato chips and hamburgers, buying larger-sized pants, and talking about the protagonist's actions with relish, he satisfied the audience's desire to peek into private affairs, and the audience satisfied his vanity.

In this outright scam, no one stood up and shouted. Everyone just cursed the director and the investors behind it, pitied Truman, and then turned on their phones or computers to leave countless good ideas in the message box of the program team.

And, I never get tired of it.

If the director team is the murderer, the audience is the silent and excited accomplice.

It is not illegal to watch someone in need and not help.

Christopher thought for a moment and said, "Since Mr. Obadiah passed away and Tony Stark officially took over the operation, Stark Industries no longer provides us with technical and financial support. In addition to fragmented advertising, we also need new major investors."

Kevin was ready.

He pulled out a stack of documents that was underneath the file.

“These are all the companies that have approached us recently and are interested in investing - I personally recommend Hammer Industries. It is far ahead of its competitors in terms of both funding and technology.”

Christopher didn't comment, but took the information and read it page by page.

suddenly.

"Kevin, when did Truman separate from Mellie?" Christopher put the information aside and stared at the dark screen.

"It's time."

Kevin thought for a moment and said, "Probably after that lucky lady."

"Let Mellie check it out."

Christopher gave the order decisively.

"gentlemen?"

The director, who looked very old, turned on the microphone nervously and ignored Kevin: "Cast crew, let Mellie go to the basement to see Truman."

'receive. '

A minute later, the woman in silk pajamas knocked on the lid of the basement. At the same time, knocking sounds and the woman's call were heard on the screen.

"Truman-?"

"Dear, are you asleep?"

"I'm a little scared. There's a figure outside the window...Truman?"