Oops! I'm being controlled by a puppet!

The captain and the others were either unconscious or had not recovered yet. They couldn't even get up and had no time to wake me up.

No, you must save yourself!

Everything Klein saw turned into a slow motion of his previous life. It seemed as if more and more glue was being poured into the joints of his body and his thinking brain.

He had no interest in becoming a real-life puppet, and he seized the opportunity before he was completely controlled, trying his best to find a way to save himself.

Hitting yourself definitely won't work, you need external force

There was no time to delay or think before trying with external force. Klein caught an inspiration in two or three seconds, and drove his "rusty" knee joint to take a step counterclockwise.

At the same time, he did not try to break free from the invisible rope that was "tying" his throat, but just silently said in his heart:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Immortal Venerable"

He wants to use the mysterious world above the gray fog to awaken himself and break free from the assimilation of the sealed object "2-04"!

Gaga, Gaga. Klein's knees and ankles made harsh and piercing sounds at the same time. He took another step counterclockwise in a slow and twisted manner.

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianjun"

His thoughts became increasingly sluggish. Klein was like a computer with all the family buckets and security guards installed. He lifted his left foot one by one and stepped towards the designated position:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang God"

The thoughts in Klein's mind became increasingly rigid and sluggish, and he took the last step based solely on his instinctive consciousness.

At this stage, he knew that he was almost completely controlled. Even if Al Hassan got up in time and ran over to rescue him, he probably wouldn't be able to wake him up.

But his strong desire to survive still made him silently recite the last spell:

"Fusheng Xuanhuang Tianzun"

As soon as he finished his silent recitation, the extremely chaotic and crazy screams and whispers suddenly sounded, instantly breaking up Klein's solidified thoughts, shattering them into one uncontrollable thought after another.

Klein's mind turned into a pot of boiling porridge. He felt his "body" become lighter and his spirit float away in a daze.

The boundless gray-white fog and the deep red stars of varying distances appeared before his eyes again, empty, mysterious, blurred, and hazy.

Klein's chaotic thoughts quickly settled down, and he finally regained the ability to think and saw the majestic and grand temple.

"Phew, it worked." He whispered fearfully.

Based on previous observations, he understood that once one fell deeply into the control of the Sealed Object "2-04", it was basically equivalent to death. Normally, there was no medicine or way to save one.

Fortunately, his "lucky change ritual" and the mysterious world above the gray fog are not within the normal range!

After pacing back and forth for a few steps, Klein began to think about his current situation:

"I can't stay here forever, can I?"

"Once the captain and the others wake up or come closer, there will be no way to explain it."

"The 'I' now should only be a body, more like a living dead than a living dead."

"But if we risk going back, there's no guarantee of safety. What if we're controlled by '2-04' again?"

As his thoughts raced through his mind, Klein suddenly slapped his forehead and laughed softly:

"It seems that I haven't really adapted to the identity of 'Fortune Teller' yet!"

Before he finished speaking, his figure appeared at the head of the long bronze table, sitting upright on the high-back chair with strange symbols on it.

Klein stretched out his hand and picked up the pen that appeared out of thin air in front of him.

With a flick of his finger, he wrote a few words on the illusory white paper:

"It's safe to return to the real world."

Then, Klein took out the projection of the "Pendulum" from his pocket. After several gatherings, he found that any item he carried with him could be projected onto the gray fog, but it would be relatively illusory.

Holding the silver chain in his left hand, Klein let the topaz pendant almost touch the paper, touching the "event."

When the swinging subsided, he half-closed his eyes and calmly recited the words on the white paper:

"It's safe to return to the real world."

"It's safe to return to the real world."

Over and over again, Klein used the complete "Pendulum Method" without any reduction in steps to perform divination.

When he opened his eyes, he saw the pure citrine pendant swaying slowly, causing the silver chain to rotate clockwise.

Clockwise is positive, counterclockwise is negative. It is safe to return to the real world. Klein breathed a sigh of relief and habitually put away the silver chain. Then, he unfolded his spirituality, wrapped himself up, and simulated the state of falling rapidly.

The hazy gray fog and crimson stars quickly vanished and rushed upwards. Klein soon saw himself standing still, saw the brown puppet with half of its body hanging outside the iron box, and discovered that the seal seemed to have stopped all movement.

The sensation of his body entered his mind. He was about to move his arms to confirm his condition when a voice hidden in the wind suddenly came to his ears:

"Want to be awakened? As long as you promise me one thing, you can be saved."

"This matter is to help me pick up the Antigonus family notebook."

"Nod if you agree. I know you can still complete this action now."

Who? Well, "2-04" didn't seem to try to control me anymore. It wouldn't affect the same person continuously. There would be intervals. Klein was startled, but he remained calm on the surface.

At this time, the voice quickly added a few more words:

"If you can complete this task, you will receive additional compensation. I know you are a 'fortune teller', and I also know that the Church of the Goddess of Night does not have the subsequent sequence, but our secret order can give it to you."

"Oh, to be honest, I used to be a 'Fortune Teller', otherwise I would not dare to return. In order to let you see my sincerity, I will tell you now that the sequence corresponding to 'Fortune Teller' is 'Clown'."

"Clown"? Klein of the Secret Order almost failed to maintain his "puppet" state.

He never expected that "fortune teller" would be associated with "clown".

Are they going to form a circus duo?

"Okay, make your decision. Believe me, you don't have much time to waste." The voice came again with the wind. Dunn and Lorota were still unconscious in the distance. Borgia seemed to be seriously injured. He groaned and did not move. Al Hassan and Leonard Mitchell were relatively better and were trying to turn over and sit up.

Why are you looking for me? The secret society is that clown in a tuxedo, right? After he escaped, he quietly returned and tried to take advantage of me. But why did he ask me for help? He can now deal with everyone here. Hearing the other party's words, doubts flashed in Klein's mind.

Since the other party said that he was a "fortune teller", Klein began to try to analyze it with the thinking style of a "fortune teller":

"He dared to return. He must have divined 'hope' and believed that the monster Bieber would be destroyed and that we would suffer a heavy blow."

"He didn't go get the notebook himself or deal with us directly. He must have divined that this matter contained great risks. So he suspected that the captain and Ms. Lolota were pretending to be unconscious. He suspected that this was a trap set for him."

"He didn't do more divination and didn't confirm my current condition. One reason might be that it was too late. If he waited any longer, Mr. Al Hassan and the others would be able to recover some of their combat power. The other reason might be that he looked down on me and thought it was unnecessary."

"He knows the 'Fortune Teller' very well. He must believe that I can't escape the control of the puppet. He is using me as cannon fodder to test the trap."

"This shows from another perspective that there is almost no abnormality in the external manifestations of the 'transfer ritual'."

Klein, whose brain was not blocked at all, felt that his thoughts were clear and he roughly grasped the Tuxedo Clown's thoughts and intentions.

As for the other party's promise, he didn't believe it at all. "Cannon fodder" has no human rights!

The thought flashed through his mind quickly, and Klein controlled his neck and nodded awkwardly with difficulty. ..

As he made this move, he truly confirmed that he had broken free from the control of the Sealed Object "2-04".

As soon as he nodded, a transparent "curtain" two or three meters to the side suddenly lifted up, outlining a figure in a tuxedo and clown paint on his face. It was the member of the secret order who had escaped before.

At this time, because Klein had turned around and tried to escape the influence of "2-04", his back was facing the iron black box and the puppet. The clown in a tuxedo was in front of him, one to stay away from the seal, and the other to avoid his gun, so he seemed quite cautious.

The Tuxedo Clown pulled a long piece of paper out of his pocket and shook it violently, making it straight and as straight as a stick.

He held the "wooden stick" and poked Klein's shoulder from a distance of two or three meters, trying to wake him up.

This guy knows "2-04" very well. He knows that where there is the breath of the descendants of the Antigonus family, the puppet will go berserk and control two people at the same time. He also knows that hitting it with stones seems to have no effect? ​​At least I haven't seen the captain and his team make similar attempts before. Although Klein doesn't understand why "2-04" will no longer try to assimilate him, he doesn't dare to stay within five meters for too long, so he is cautious and waiting for an opportunity.

Just as the stick that the note had transformed into was about to touch his shoulder, Klein suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed the top of the "stick," and pulled it back violently.

The Tuxedo Clown was caught off guard, and his body was pulled directly, stumbling forward. The distance between him and Klein shortened again, and was less than two meters.

At the same time, Klein's right hand, which had been prepared for a long time, exerted force and pressed the trigger of the revolver.

Bang! Bang!

He fired two shots in quick succession, but not at Tuxedo Clown, but at his back, at the side of him away from the Sealed Object "2-04"!

Before the gunshot was heard, Tuxedo Clown had already taken the initiative to change from staggering to rolling, instinctively avoiding the situation in advance.

Klein let go of the "paper stick" and took a few steps forward, rushing out several meters and out of the "dangerous" range.

The Tuxedo Clown had just rolled twice and was about to turn around and pounce when his head suddenly buzzed and his thoughts quickly slowed down.

not good!

He deliberately forced me to hide in the direction of the "Antigonus Puppet"!

I'm within five meters.

How could he not be controlled by "Antigonus" and "Puppet"?

The Tuxedo Clown's tumbling paused, and he tried to crawl outside as if his joints were rusty.

At this time, Klein had turned his body, holding the revolver with both hands, and aiming at the slow-moving target.

In his eyes, this was equivalent to shooting at a fixed target.

——Because he had witnessed the battle between Tuxedo Joker and Dunn, Al, and Lorota before, Klein knew that the other party was agile and good at rolling, so even though the distance between them was only one or two meters, he cautiously gave up direct shooting and instead forced the other party to hide in his expected "home court", near the sealed object "2-04"!

And if the puppet has no effect, Tuxedo Clown will also realize that he has fallen into the "trap", and his counterattack is only to escape, which does not pose a real threat.

Bang!

Under the indescribable gaze of the clown in tuxedo, he calmly pulled the trigger in a black suit.