As time passed minute by minute, Lumian saw that there were still office workers leaving the science and technology building one after another, and carts came to the inconspicuous places on the edge of the highway, selling fried noodles, fried noodles, braised dishes, fried skewers, barbecue and other foods.
Cars with their lights on, passing by these places, are still busy.
It's okay for now...... Lumian had long since disappeared from Zhou Mingrui, but he didn't feel anything unusual.
At this time, Lao Xia walked in:
"Go and turn around, lest Team Xu say that we are hiding in the office and lazy."
"Okay." Lumian nodded.
Then, he saw Lao Xia turn his body awkwardly.
"What's wrong with you? Is your back injured?" Lumian stopped, still next to the window.
Lao Xia turned his head sideways and said with a normal expression:
"I didn't, what, ah......"
As he spoke, the opening and closing of his lips sometimes stopped, and his accent changed.
Without waiting for Lumian to respond, Lao Xia retracted his gaze and continued to walk towards the door.
His knees, his ankles, his arms, and his shoulders were as if they had been filled with lead, heavy and stiff, mixed with a sense of sluggishness.
Lumian Horan recalled the puppet show he saw in the basement of Trier's "Alone" bar, and it felt like Lao Xia had an invisible silk thread tied to all the joints.
"Lao Xia is more like a puppet than a human now......
"He was secretly coupled, right?
"My thoughts seem to be stuck......
"I'm here too, secretly coupled?"
Lumian was startled, lowered his head, and tried to raise his right arm.
In his line of sight, his arm lifted and stopped, then raised and stopped, as if he encountered slow internet speed when watching videos.
Sure enough...... Lumian's first reaction was that the Heavenly Lord was secretly puppeting himself, but he did not have the painful and uncomfortable feeling that Franca described as a fish leaving the flowing water and a person leaving the air.
He immediately thought of another possibility:
Zarathustra or other subordinates of the Heavenly Venerable, hiding in the shadows, trying to deal with themselves!
Lumian shook his neck slightly and looked out the window.
He noticed that the vehicles on the road all stopped at the same time, but there was no moment when the brakes could not stop the forward rush.
After a short period of solidification, these vehicles continued to drive again.
After two seconds, they stopped again.
This made Lumian feel as if he was watching surveillance footage, frame by frame!
Not only vehicles, but also vendors and their customers showed similar abnormal lags.
"Dreams, in the city, such a large, scope, secret puppet, only Tianzun, or, Mr. 'Fool', can do it......
"Abnormal, here ......"
Lumian struggled to concentrate and was ready to voluntarily exit the dream.
Although he didn't know why his experience was different from Franka's, the current situation and the changes around him made him feel that this was not something he could get rid of or fight against on his own.
The only solution is to voluntarily withdraw from the dream before becoming a secret puppet.
Of course, Lumian did not put it into practice immediately, because he did not need to use the "message shredder" to delete important contacts on his phone, which had already been done in advance, and he still had some time to experience the current changes to see if he could observe some hidden information.
After more than ten seconds, Lumian's thoughts suddenly flowed, and he no longer felt that his head was stuffed with paste.
"Okay? Is it not a secret?" Lumian had already looked outside and found that there was no longer a strange pause in the vehicles on the road.
Those vendors and pedestrians were also normalized.
"Why aren't you moving, what are you thinking?" Lao Xia turned sideways again, urging Lumian.
Lumian's eyes moved slightly, and he said with a smile:
"Oh, I have a stomach ache, I'm going to go to the toilet."
After saying that, he ran up, passed Lao Xia, and ran into the public bathroom on this floor.
Lao Xia looked at his back and scolded funny:
"Lazy cows and lazy horses pee a lot!"
Lumian entered a compartment, locked the door, and quickly used the "Spirit World Shuttle".
He "teleported" to another public restroom and appeared in mid-air on the man's side.
Seeing that there was no one in the compartment below, Lumian floated down lightly and locked the door.
This is the hotel where Zarathustra lived, before Lumian went to "wait" outside the Li Keji ward of Red Moon Hospital, he came around here and stepped on the step point - although he took the initiative to attack, the plan to assassinate Zarathustra was temporarily shelved by him, and he changed to using Li Keji to ambush possible enemies, but when there was enough time, he would still make more preparations to prevent Zarathustra from choosing to clean up Li Keji in an indirect way.
Lumian took out a mirror and placed it on top of the water tank.
Then, he pressed his right hand up.
His figure suddenly leaned forward, quickly blurred, and entered the glass mirror.
With the help of the mirrored world, he shuttled through the glass window of Zarathustra's suite.
Under the night, this is undoubtedly a real mirror.
Lumian did not bring his face close to the glass mirror, but peeked into the room from a distance.
He was not sure if Zarathustra had returned to the hotel at present, maybe he was still socializing outside, and he did not dare to use divination to find the other party's current location, for fear of arousing the vigilance of the real "fortune teller".
The next second, he saw a figure, the figure was wearing a black formal suit, with slightly messy white hair, hanging on the main lamp, swaying gently, like a hanging corpse.
Zarathustra!
This...... Lumian was a little shocked:
"Zarathustra was hung by Mr. Fool, just as he hanged himself?
"Is what I made to Zhou Mingrui really useful in the afternoon?
"I originally only thought about getting Zarathustra kicked out of the dream, and I was ready to pay for a chance to enter the dream realm......"
Lumian was in his mind when he saw twisted, wriggling, and transparent maggots falling from Zarathustra's body.
As soon as these insects fell to the bed and the ground, they quickly faded and disappeared, as if they were just phantoms.
Lumian immediately saw a figure walking out of the void.
The figure was wearing a black formal suit, with white hair, a thicker beard on his face, and dark blue to almost dull pure black.
Zarathustra!
Another Zarathustra!
Zarathustra who is still alive!
Zarathustra raised her head and looked at "herself" hanging on the chandelier expressionlessly.
The hanging figure quickly faded and transparent like the maggots that had fallen before until it disappeared.
"What was just hung up was the historical pore image of Zarathustra?
"Zarathustra sensed the danger in advance and summoned historical images to replace himself? Otherwise, at the level of sequence 7, the historical image will not last long......" Lumian retracted his gaze and did not look at Zarathustra again, so as not to be noticed by the other party.
The information provided by the Major Arcana cards is more detailed about the ability of the "Diviner" path to sequence 3 "Ancient Scholar", and to the sequence 2 "Miracle Master", it is just a brief explanation of what a wish is and what a miracle is.
Lumian stood in the area behind the mirror in the darkness of nothingness, combined with his different experiences with Zarathustra, and had a certain speculation about what had just happened:
"Preliminarily, it must be the abnormality caused by me reminding Zhou Mingrui during the day.
"On my side, pedestrians and cars within the range have been affected by the puppetization, not just myself...... This shows that my prompt to Zhou Mingrui did attract Tianzun's attention, but because it was a hint made during the day, Tianzun couldn't accurately lock on me, and could only roughly circle a range?
"In the collective secret puppetization, if I resist or struggle with extraordinary abilities, I will be quickly locked by the Heavenly Sovereign, and if I choose to withdraw from the dream to avoid danger, the Heavenly Sovereign's purpose will also be achieved, and I will consume a chance to enter and exit the dream realm...... What a treacherous ......
"My reminder to Zhou Mingrui was also perceived by Mr. 'The Fool', and the name Zarathustra was also mastered by him, so Zarathustra encountered a targeted rapid secret puppetization, but this was borne by the images in the pores of history......
"Why is Zarathustra so calm now? Is this the "Faceless Man"? Or is He sure that before a new change occurs, Mr. Fool's gaze will only come once, and if he dodges, he will really dodge it?
"Tomorrow, let Luo Shan test Zhou Mingrui to see if he still remembers Zarathustra's threat, if he does, and Zarathustra has not been secretly coupled or kicked out of the dream, then it should be Tianzun who has provided help and resolved this incident with a death projected by history......
"Can we use a similar method to avoid being kicked out of the dream?
"Or, the threat in his mouth is still different from the stimulus in front of him, so what happened to Franka and Zarathustra is different......"
Thinking of this, Lumian quietly looked out of the mirror again.
He saw Zarathustra walking to the door as if nothing was wrong, opened the door, and let a few of his entourage in to discuss tomorrow's business negotiations with them.
Lumian felt regret.
He was thinking just now about whether to take advantage of Zarathustra's historical projection being hung up and the main body appearing to make an assassination during a raid!
His current curse still has the characteristic of not being transferred by the "paper man stand-in", as long as it does affect the main body.
After glancing at the entourage and weighing the possibility that there was an extraordinary among them, Lumian silently left the glass window that served as a mirror and shuttled back to the toilet.
Less than two seconds after he left, Zarathustra and his entourage in the room either turned their bodies halfway or turned their heads sideways, and their eyes were fixed on the glass window reflecting the night on the edge of the living room.
…………
In a cheap hotel.
Anthony, who had self-isolated due to contact with Penden, sat on the edge of his bed, waiting for the anomaly that might come.
(End of this chapter)