From the point of view that the film can pause the Assassins'' thinking, it is not wrong to say that time is an illusion of mankind.


    When thinking stops, time stops.


    Among the five assassins, only the female assassin named Qingwei chose to leave without looking for the contact person. The other four chose to go to the contact person to report the results.


    Seeing this scene, Chengying immediately locked their thinking, suspended their time, looked at the ice emperor in reality, and they jumped out of the window silently.


    Flying in mid air, the ice emperor suddenly seemed to want to understand something, showed a suddenly enlightened look, and said in a way as if: "wonderful!" His eyes looked at the background.


    "I said, how are you going to fool these assassins! So it is. We''re going to catch the connector into the monthly reading space, right? "


    Hearing the speech, Chengying nodded and explained to the ice emperor, "I only know what they want to do, and I can''t know the memory of the contact person out of thin air. If I play the contact person, it will be revealed.


    But if you let the contact person act as he is, there will be no problem in this regard at all. The only trouble is that there are four assassins and one contact person. If the sequence of the dialogue is not arranged properly, it is likely to help. "


    At this time, the contact person in the studio still didn''t know that his position had been exposed. At this time, he was in a tavern, pretending to be like other drunkards, yelling at the gamblers who shook the dice.


    Chengying walked into the chaotic casino and opened the mirror and water moon. Without disturbing anyone, he kidnapped the connector. The connector who entered the monthly reading space just felt a little trance.


    He couldn''t help pushing aside the liquor he didn''t drink in front of him. He seemed to attribute his trance to the heavy smell of wine and the fatigue of late at night.


    Just as he was thinking about whether to take a break at the end of the task or go back to his hometown to get married, there was a rhythmic knock at the door.


    The connector''s expression remained unchanged and pushed the wine to the drunkard next to him: "here you are!"


    Then, he quietly left the tavern and saw the scarred assassination team leader in the stable.


    "The assassination succeeded, but everyone else died." The captain was brief and comprehensive, but he couldn''t hide the sadness in his tone.


    "I''m sorry, they all fell in the darkest moment before dawn, and future generations will remember their achievements!" The connector stroked his chest with one hand, raised one hand flat forward and whispered, "long live the supremacy of soul division!"


    "Long live the supremacy of soul masters." The captain also made the same action, but his tone was weak: "I don''t care whether they can be remembered by future generations. I just want to get our remuneration and pension. To tell the truth, I don''t know how to explain to their family."


    "Don''t worry! You are the great hero who assassinated the Duke of tulip. The organization will not be stingy with rewards. Is there any evidence that the assassination was successful? " The contact person didn''t care about the captain''s sadness. Everything was not important.


    The captain threw a left ear covered with blood and brains, ignored the excited connector, sat silently on the haystack in the stable, and took out a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket.


    It was bought by the Duke. There was only one left. He lit the cigarette with a match. The captain took a deep breath and coughed violently.


    Coughing, he took out a black-and-white photo from his pocket on the inside of his chest. In the photo, five people crowded at the door of the soul cinema, one by one with unearthed scissors hands. At that time, the photography technology was too poor and the exposure time was too long, so that the scissors hands were equipped with five Sima faces, which looked very funny.


    Looking at it, the captain couldn''t help laughing and laughing, and tears unknowingly flowed down: "it''s ironic that I''m actually using the things invented by the man I assassinated to remember the teammates killed by his counter attack on the death. Is this how the organization realizes the supremacy of the soul master?"


    "You have to pay some price for the supremacy of the soul master. I regret your comrades in arms. They can''t see the day when the idea of the soul master comes true." The connector said sorry, but his expression didn''t change.


    "Hehe! Yes, we sacrificed to maintain the supreme idea of the soul master, benefiting thousands of future generations, so that they can''t see the soul shadow, drive the tram, drink 96 degrees of life water, and use the daily necessities led by the Duke. Our achievements really last forever! "


    "Mark! Your mind is very dangerous. I must report your speech to the hand of purification. You need to accept a complete set of will tests. " The contact warned him.


    "You''re learning so fast. Our hands of purification are learned from the political work group of the Duke of tulip! But I haven''t heard that other people''s political groups will kill people. " Mark took a hard smoke and spit out a long dragon.


    "We are indeed learning from the Duke of tulip, which is also the core idea of the supremacy of soul masters. No matter what miracles ordinary people have done, as long as we learn, we soul masters can quickly master and do better.


    It is an indisputable fact that we are more noble than them. In the novel of the Duke of tulip, what does it say that the ridiculous Prince Xiang Ning has seed? If he''s not dead, I''ll point to his nose and tell him, right! you ''re right! We! Princes and generals do have seed! "


    Mark sucked the cigarette end in one breath and coughed: "Hoo! I don''t know if I''ll smoke in the future! "


    "There will be. We have found out the source of tulip Duke''s tobacco leaves. After his death, the organization will gradually accept his industry." The contact calmed down his excitement.


    "Well! Sounds good, but why can only cigarettes and soap be preserved? Guns, trams and even mecha will be destroyed. We! In fact, I''m afraid! " The death of his teammates has shaken him who once believed in the supremacy of soul division.


    "Nonsense! How can we be afraid? We can shoot more accurately with fire guns and be more flexible with machine armor. Ordinary people are not our opponents at all. Why should we be afraid? "


    "Really?" Mark was noncommittal: "I was so curious that I secretly investigated the history of the organization. Guess what I saw?"


    Mark threw his cigarette butts on the ground and stamped them out with his toes: "I saw a killing machine by any means in order to maintain the rule of the soul master. To be honest, I was shocked, but I didn''t think of defecting at that time.


    I''m a soul master. It''s understandable that I do anything to protect the interests of the soul master, but now think about it, we may have done quite bad things. "


    [to be continued]


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