Such a layout, using sleight of hand to break down the opponent's psychological defenses step by step, is to find out information.
The reason why he did not directly use force to oppress, but instead carefully observed the opponent's appearance and actions, and used sleight of hand to break down the opponent's psychological defenses step by step, and simulated the opponent's "same kind" scene to deepen the fear, was entirely because Luo Zheyu did not understand the body structure of this group of strange creatures.
There is no time for research.
I’m afraid I might accidentally use too much force and stab someone to death.
He could only use this method to create mental oppression and make these creatures, whose intelligence was no less than that of humans, feel extremely afraid of him, and thus spit out the information he wanted.
The creature in the glass jar was curled up, its body stiff and pressed against the bottom of the jar, not daring to move.
But it was like a cunning clam, keeping its mouth tightly shut and not revealing any information to him.
"...What a trouble." Luo Zheyu frowned slightly, his sharp eyes revealing a bit of impatience.
He moved his fingers slightly, and the illusions in the rented house were removed one after another. The many round glass jars neatly arranged on the table disappeared, leaving only one.
The lighting above my head, the constant sound of rain outside the window, and the occasional lightning and thunder are all real.
Picking up the glass jar with his pale and slender fingers, Luo Zheyu gently shook the bottle, watching the black and slippery creature that looked like internal organs rolling helplessly inside.
With his eyes slightly narrowed and the corners of his lips raised, his pale and handsome face showed a gentle smile to the creature.
The black creature in the glass jar shrank back.
He went into the kitchen and placed the jar on the counter.
Clean the wok and turn on the heat.
Heat a wok over high heat.
Deep-frying is a good choice, but unfortunately there is no cooking oil in the house, so I can only stir-fry it with the spicy Lao Gan Die oil that has been marinated for more than an hour.
Open the glass jar, put the chopsticks in, and pick up the black creature that lies quietly in the jar and seems to be dying.
"Chichichi!" Just before the top of the chopsticks was about to touch the other party, the black creature suddenly jumped up from the bottom of the jar, climbed onto the chopsticks, and countless tiny suction cups under its body attached to the chopsticks. It moved at an extremely fast speed, with almost no shadow visible, and quickly crawled towards the other end of the chopsticks.
He wanted to use the pair of chopsticks to escape from the glass jar.
As long as he was no longer trapped in the oiled glass jar, with his extremely fast speed, the backward native in front of him would definitely not be able to catch him.
He selectively ignored how he was caught by Luo Zheyu in the first place. At this moment, he only wanted to escape. As for revenge? That matter could be discussed later.
Luo Zheyu suddenly turned his wrist and quickly and forcefully lifted the top of the chopsticks upwards. A black mass was thrown off the chopsticks as he moved, rising high and then falling down.
Unfortunately, the black object fell into the boiling hot wok.
It looked as if Luo Zheyu picked up the ingredients from the glass jar and deliberately did something tricky to make the ingredients fall into the pot.
The wok was heated by a high fire but there was no oil in it. After the water droplets dried up, a wisp of blue smoke rose.
"Chichichichi!!! @%&#!" The black creature that was about to fall into the pot widened its small black eyes hidden in its body in fear. Feeling the temperature rising as it got closer and closer to the iron pot, it chirped for a while, and then suddenly uttered a shrill voice. He finally stopped pretending to be dead and spoke human words.
If you keep pretending to be dead, you will...really die.
Suddenly, two straight wooden sticks stretched out from the side, like a life-saving straw, and clamped the falling black creature.
It stopped just above the iron pan, only a millimeter away from touching the hot pot.
He quickly attached the tiny suction cup tightly to the wooden stick, and his whole body expanded slightly, then contracted, and rose and fell violently.
"Puff..." A drop of spicy Lao Gandie red oil gathered from the body, rolled down, and splashed into the boiling hot pot, and suddenly a thick blue-white smoke rose.
The black creature felt the heat and curled up its tail, holding on tightly as if its head and tail were stuck to chopsticks.
Luo Zheyu suddenly gently moved the chopsticks into the iron pot that was continuously emitting blue-black smoke, and the black creature caught by the chopsticks moved a little closer to the bottom of the pot.
The boiling iron pot made a sizzling sound, as if it couldn't wait to welcome him.
"No!! No! Let me go, let me go!" The black creature on the chopsticks struggled and screamed.
The voice is sharp and weak, and it is hard to tell what age and gender it is made by. It is somewhat similar to the shrill voice dubbing of comedy animation characters.
"Answer my question." Luo Zheyu said, his throat was dry and his voice was a little hoarse.
The body gradually decays and the characteristics of a corpse begin to slowly appear.
The body temperature gradually drops, the blood flow slows down, and the throat becomes drier.
Time is running out.
He casually shook the chopsticks in his hand, causing the black creature clinging to the chopsticks to scream and cry.
Feeling the scorching heat beneath his body, thinking that the meat might instantly become half-cooked after being put into the pot, and that it might even emit bursts of fragrance, the black creature was no longer as calm and composed as it was at the beginning.
"I'm telling you, I'll answer you! Put me down first, jijiji!" The shrill voice shouted madly, but the decibel level was still low.
"Put you down?" Luo Zheyu raised his chopsticks and looked at the black creature's extremely hidden small black eyes with lowered eyebrows.
"Like this?"
The chopsticks were pulled hard to both sides by the slender fingers, forcibly tearing off the suction cups that attached the black creature to it, and the black creature fell straight into the iron pot again.
"Help! I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!" The black creature struggled and screamed again, hoarsely and roaring until its voice broke.
Just before he could touch the bottom of the pot, he was caught by a pair of chopsticks again.
"Ah... my hand almost slipped and I didn't catch it." Luo Zheyu sighed very insincerely.
The black creature wrapped itself tightly around the chopsticks. The surface of its body heaved violently. It was still in shock and screaming wildly in its heart.
The natives with backward civilization are all perverts!!!
What a pervert!!!
Our fellow tribesmen are constantly hunting prey just because of their survival habits and innate abilities. They are notorious and have been banned and hunted down by the entire alliance. It is so unfair!
Compared to this native, they, the Wasi people, are all honest people!
"I... I am not from this planet." After taking a deep breath, the black creature quickly answered Luo Zheyu's previous question.
I was afraid of repeating the action again, what if this native really slipped...
I can’t imagine it.
Luo Zheyu was surprised by this answer. His eyes narrowed slightly, and his fingers holding the chopsticks loosened slightly because he was distracted.
"No! Help!" the black creature yelled. He felt like he was about to fall into the iron pot that was filled with thick smoke and was about to catch fire. He was in excruciating pain.
Obviously, the chopsticks were loose, and he could take this opportunity to climb up and escape again, but because he suffered great mental damage in a short period of time, he didn't think of this at all.
"I, our fleet is on the way and will arrive on Earth soon. By then, you, these natives will be in great trouble. You'd better let me go now, I...ah!!" the black creature said in a low voice. Before he finished speaking, Luo Zheyu moved the chopsticks closer to the bottom of the pot again.
Another drop of Lao Gandie red oil rolled down into the pot. As soon as the tiny oil droplets touched the bottom of the pot, they jumped high and splashed everywhere, splashing on the body of the black creature, causing it to be extremely hot and stinging.
"No, no! I am from the Gas planet and I am a member of the Gas clan! The spacecraft was sucked into a wormhole and we were all forced to land on Earth!" The black creature shouted repeatedly, not daring to make up stories to deceive Luo Zheyu.
Your life is important.
"Us?" The sharp gaze was fixed on the black creature.
"No, no, it's me." The shrill voice paused. "They're all dead."
"Where is your ship?"
"The spaceship... was destroyed, destroyed in the wormhole. I was able to land on Earth alive thanks to the escape pod..."
…………
After some questioning, Luo Zheyu learned from the creature who called himself a member of the Gas clan that the Gas clan lived on the Gas planet, which belonged to the KP Alliance and was just a small one among many habitable planets with developed civilizations. The creature in front of him was on a spaceship that was unfortunately caught in turbulence and swallowed by a wormhole. All his companions died, but he finally escaped with difficulty in an escape pod and landed on Earth.
The Gas clan survives by parasitizing the brains of other creatures. Apart from their extremely fast speed and sharp teeth, they are very fragile. Even ordinary humans can pose a threat to them, although at their speed, the human eye cannot even capture their figures.
They will take advantage of people's unpreparedness, open their big mouths, bite the back of the opponent's head with their sharp teeth, eat the creature's brain, occupy it themselves, and use the bitten off back of the head to camouflage part of the body to create a "back of the head".
It can extract some memories of the organisms eaten, and use them to disguise and hide itself. It has the ability to control the activities of corpses, preserve the freshness of corpses, and make corpses move as if they were alive.
Although the manipulated corpses have no sense of taste, they will still consume necessary nutrients to provide energy to support body activities. When Luo Zheyu woke up, the beef and lettuce leaves he found in the refrigerator of the rented house were the food he chose.
The weaknesses that can be discovered are the lack of heartbeat, pulse, and breathing. Although the chest still rises and falls as if breathing, these are all disguised illusions.
The gradually decaying internal organs in the body cannot escape detection by the instruments.
After receiving this information, Luo Zheyu turned off the fire and, ignoring the noisy screams and pleas around him, put the gas creature back into the glass jar.
Then I came to the computer.
He suddenly remembered something.
Luo Zheyu didn't believe everything the gas creature said, so now was a good time to verify each other's opinions.
Ten minutes later.
"Where is your head?" Luo Zheyu asked as he opened the glass jar.
The black creature reflexively looked up at him, with part of its body slightly raised.
A utility knife suddenly stabbed him.
It turned out that Luo Zheyu asked about his head just to avoid stabbing the wrong spot and killing him.
This utility knife actually existed and was not just an illusion.
“Jijijiji!” He screamed in sharp pain. “Why! What are you doing!?”
"You lied to me." Luo Zheyu said softly, put the utility knife away, and stared quietly at the creature in the glass jar.
"...I, I didn't lie..." The black creature was a little unconfident and stammered while organizing his words.
"How many of your people have landed on Earth?" Luo Zheyu ignored his explanation, stared at him with his sharp eyes, and asked in a deep voice.
"……just me."
"Do you know sashimi?" He spun the utility knife twice in his hand, implying a threat.
"Eight..." The black creature made an extremely weak sound, which would be almost inaudible if it weren't for its excellent hearing.
"Hmm?" The knife handle flew between his fingers.
"There are eight of my people who have successfully landed on Earth..." The shrill voice raised its volume slightly.
"Their whereabouts?"
"I don't know. My people all landed separately. I'm looking for them too."
The author has something to say: I feel like the narrative method has reached its first bottleneck...
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