It was still a familiar room. Haiyinsi Suyou sighed in his heart at the lack of novelty in the Special Ability Special Affairs Section.

He watched the man who was responsible for escorting him leave openly, and sat down on the narrow single bed very naturally.

He was thinking aimlessly, but at this moment, all the mysteries seemed to have been laid out on the table. He was only one step away from the truth, and all that was missing was the last step.

Although he had never been formally exposed to it, the plan of the Special Ability Division was almost clear to him when he once again felt the strange power underground.

The one underground is undoubtedly "God".

Ordinary people's concept of gods is naturally false and divorced from reality, but Haiyin Temple Suyou had come into contact with reality early on, so when he thought of this concept, a familiar pain came to him.

And the vision from the sky seemed to become more and more obvious. The strong gaze seemed to penetrate the concrete and a series of talismans and projected directly on Haiyinsi Suyou. The world was almost shrouded in a bright red.

Haiyin Temple Suyou was very skilled in discarding his own thoughts. He didn't know since when, the products of thinking and all the mysterious emotional connections seemed to have become things that could be quantified, produced and discarded at any time.

Thinking constitutes him, and also allows him to master things beyond thinking.

After he completely emptied his mind, the strange gaze suddenly disappeared without a trace as if it had lost its target, as if it had never existed.

And those obscure and low whispers also disappeared from the wavelengths that the ears could capture, leaving only a sense of alienation that lingered for a long time, like a small stone that was stuck in a river clam by coincidence, but there was no chance for this weirdness to be nurtured into a beautiful and fantastic pearl.

All the conveniences between heaven and earth seemed to have begun to move towards a certain center from a certain moment, just like what happened countless times in those parallel worlds of unknown existence far away beyond the countless Ganges grains of sand.

But in that immeasurable number of worlds, something subtle had been changed from the very beginning.

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This was not the first time that Fyodor came to this city, but at this moment, when the outline of the island country gradually appeared outside the plane window, he still felt a slight sense of strangeness.

The seemingly frail young man understood from an early age that he was different from the people around him. Clairvoyance was a tool for him to understand the world from a deeper dimension, but it was also the culprit that led his spiritual world into such a state.

But the Russian has never regretted having such a talent. On the contrary, he regards such a world as a gift. He wants to change and subvert the world of people with special abilities, and perhaps even people with clairvoyance.

For a moment, the invitation in his coat pocket seemed to be heating up, but when Fyodor reached out to touch it, it seemed to be just an illusion.

The clean white paper was still stained with the cold wind from Siberia, because a pale-faced little ugly boy had forced it through the crack of the door in the snow.

It seemed a bit reckless to rush there, but his intuition told him that he would definitely be able to gain some realities and results beyond human imagination from this crazy and incredible invitation.

The plane was about to land, and when the landing gear made a heavy trembling sound, Fyodor looked out of the porthole again. The night was spreading from the coastline and was slowly pressing towards the land, like a hungry snake that was devouring everything.

The young man paused and lowered his eyes. The neon lights in the distance seemed to form a small ugly smile.

But when he looked over there again, the sea of ​​neon lights could no longer be described as any regular pattern.

Walking alone on the streets of Yokohama, Fyodor suddenly felt a little dazed.

The young man narrowed his red eyes slightly, as if he was carefully confirming something, and Fyodor slowly raised his head.

The moon is shining in the sky

Compared to its own silvery glow, these rays of light reflected from the sun were different from those in the daytime and appeared particularly soft and peaceful. However, the young man wearing the white felt hat froze in his place.

No one among the sparse crowd passing by on the street seemed to notice this place. The bright red warm liquid slowly overflowed from the corner of the mouth of the young man with a face as pale as paper, and dripped silently onto the ground.

"Dingling——"

[It's a little ugly, definitely a little ugly]

[I really hope to see Xiao Chou and Fyodor face off!]

The tinny sound of the silver bell blended into the moonlight and quickly brought Fyodor back to reality.

"You——" The devil's heart was filled with alarm. He didn't remember when he was captured by the moon in a foreign country, nor did he remember how this weird little clown came to his side silently.

But his words were finally interrupted by the visitor who ignored him.

"Good evening." A shrill and thin voice echoed in the street, just like those old eunuchs who pinched their throats artificially and deliberately made a long and sharp ending.

It was this unexpected yet reasonable little man who stopped the Russians.

The dwarf, dressed like a court jester from the last century, had a face as pale as if he had been covered with white lead powder.

The warm yellow paint on his cheeks made him look less scary, and the blue eye shadow on his eye sockets made him look mysterious and deep, like an elf in ancient legends instead of a scary dwarf.

But all this did not make Fyodor relax his vigilance. The Russian just looked at the battle with a smile, and quickly revealed a strange and crazy smile while wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth.

[Two crazy guys' peak showdown]

[Zhongzong Tuo: I will just watch you quietly]

[I suddenly realized the beauty of Xiao Chou, so weird, but so beautiful]

[Yes, like a melting candle, a twisted and malleable beauty]

[Daily Question: Did Mr. Tuo lose his sanity today?]

[It fell off, and the bushi is about to fall off again]

[As the script team, I am still alive. I feel sorry for Mr. Tuo. Look at the two Wu Wei guys next door.]

[I always feel like Xiao Chou is holding back a lot of things, and I’m looking forward to it. The one with Akai before wasn’t exciting enough]

"Draw a card, kid."

It was Xiao Chou who broke the silence.

He suddenly changed his previous harsh voice and spoke in a tone that was eerily calm, and his hesitant way of speaking was like a disguise that had been torn apart.

The streets were empty except for them.

The ugly little costume, decorated with silver bells painted yellow and blue, trembles with the owner's movements, and the tinkling sounds are like the beating of a heart.

The sound of the cork being opened became extremely obvious at this moment, and the special drink that the little clown almost never left was taken out again.

When the drink reflecting countless colors was presented in front of him, Fyodor was naturally attracted for a few seconds, but soon he was deterred by the unbridled happiness and joy that Xiao Chou showed while guzzling the sparkling drink.

He stopped looking at the drink that smelled of whiskey and grapes and instead stared at the cards that Chouchu drew from his hand like magic with great interest.

There are 13 pieces.

The number of cards in there is only a quarter of a full deck.

In just a short moment, many possibilities flashed through the demon's mind.

The young man wearing a Cossack hat half-closed his eyes and laughed briefly.

"I want the joker."

Fyodor finally raised his eyes and looked squarely at the clown in front of him, but his eyes were full of interest as if he was watching a farce, and it was unclear what his seriousness meant.

A unique and familiar bell sounded the moment the ugly man tilted his head. It was the two largest bells tied to the donkey-ear hat.

"You don't want to become a ghost.

"Xiao Chou suddenly showed a sympathetic look and warned softly.

"You don't want to become a ghost!" Xiao Chou laughed and shouted. He was crying and cheering loudly. He cursed the heaven and earth wantonly and praised something in a low voice.

The pale-faced jester gulped down the glittering drink as if he were drinking a life-saving potion, even if it nearly choked him to death.

The colorful liquid flowed down Xiao Chou's neck, which was so thin that it was almost effortless, and fell to the ground along the wrinkled collar.

However, these lovely little water droplets did not seep into the ground immediately. Instead, they rolled and stretched twice like worms as if they had life, and then quickly evaporated into the air.

"You don't want to!" Xiao Chou's sharp and shrill voice had risen to a level that could not be accepted by the eardrum.

"You don't want to." Xiao Chou's tone dropped, like sandpaper rubbing against wood.

The jester's bloodless lips were almost simplified into two black lines by the night, but at this moment they were rising to both sides little by little, even reaching an arc that could not be accepted by the human body.

Xiao Chou laughed out loud, he was bent over with laughter, without caring about the consequences. It was hard to imagine that such a small body could contain such strength.

The bells all over the body ring like an endless chorus of larks, bringing a kind of ecstatic joy from the soul and an inescapable atmosphere of carnival.

Finally, Xiao Chou stopped, and his two pale and thin lips opened and closed several times, as if he said something.

But Fyodor had long lost the ability to hear clearly. The moment the huge bell suddenly stopped, his hearing seemed to be taken away as well.

The sound of the wind, the ringing of bells, and the slight tremor of breathing, everything was taken away without any warning.

No, it cannot be said that there were no signs at all.

Fyodor thought so when the ugly little face was so close to him, those golden inhuman eyes were so beautiful that they seemed like solid ecstasy.

When he regained human-like vision, he found that his vision had suddenly become shorter.

The sound of sharp giggles came from everywhere, as if it was full of joy.