Dominate the Treacherous Realm

　　 "Yes, now there are only two people. We can choose the right one with at least one-half probability."

　　 "No, there have been cases where everyone is alive, even everyone is dead, please be cautious. Although you can get oil lamps for free when you die, I definitely don't want to deal with them alone."

　　He paused, and then asked, "Do you have the unique ability or item to identify the spirit body?"

　　Eye of Reality is indeed okay at a short distance, but the problem now is that Jenkins dare not approach the two at all. The safe distance is obviously limited by the light.

"No, How about you?"

"I do not have either......"

　　 Alexander’s tail sound disappeared in the snow, and the wind seemed to be louder, and the train’s lights became more and more blurred in the eyes of the two of them. The distance between the mountain and the car is getting farther and farther, but the darkness is gradually enveloping it.

　　 There are more and more things squirming in the dark depths, and occasionally there are whispers and whispers, as well as murmurs of laughter. If Miss Stuart’s intelligence is correct, then those things are the souls of innocent people who died in the incident of A-11-02-3046 for countless years.

　　 "Do you remember how long the time limit is?"

　　 He whispered to the man standing opposite.

　　 "19 minutes and 23 seconds, maybe 32 seconds, but I think we need to do it as soon as possible."

　　 Alexander shouldn't be acting with Jenkins. The bestowers all know how dangerous these tricks can be. And being able to live to level 6, he also knows what matters most.

　　 "You **** evil spirit, why do you want to pester me? Gentlemen, please help me!"

　　 The woman was still yelling, reaching out her hand hoping that the two men would hold her.

"Gentlemen, she is the evil spirit. I remember clearly that Innard froze to death due to the low temperature two months ago. Damn, did you evil spirit chase here because I used your body Come to satisfy your hunger? Give it back to you, and go!"

　　 He fumbled around in his clothes, and threw a few pieces of dried meat like steamed buns in the snow. The jerky smashed several small holes in the snow, but the woman didn't seem to hear the words, still shouting hysterically.

　　PS: Why do you think I want to write Oriental Train? Wouldn't it be a copy of others? (Covering my face) But I also like the detective novels in the Blizzard Villa mode very much. If I have the opportunity, I can consider (not necessarily) adding one or two branches. Anyway, the time of the story line is winter.

Chapter 454 Chapter 448

It is absolutely impossible to judge who is the survivor based on the words of the victims, because Miss Stuart explained very clearly that all people and inhumans who appeared in A-11-02-3046 were all trapped in the incident. soul. What they say is true, what happened to them when they were still alive.

　　 So Jenkins wants to survive, the key point is still to judge which one is the spirit body.

　　 "There is an item in my luggage that can be used to determine the spirit body. It is a psychic board and matching figurines."

　　 He whispered: "I think your level is higher than mine. You should have the ability to fetch things from the air, right?"

　　 "Sorry."

　　 The corners of Alexander's mouth trembled in a low voice, and he lifted his hand and pulled down his hat to cover his eyes: "I think it is not a common ability to fetch things from the air, please don't treat me as a demigod."

　　 "Then do we depend on luck?"

　　 Jenkins watched a man and a woman narrate their tragic experience, and wailed in a miserable voice to the two standing two for help: "All life and death, one death and one life, a quarter of the probability."

　　 "Your math is very good, but I think you should always think of other ways. Oh, please wait."

　　 He held up a finger to signal Jenkins to be quiet for a while, then tapped his right ear with his fingers. Within a few seconds of the activation of the ability, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper, and then as if he had understood something, he showed a dazed expression.

　　噗 spouted a mouthful of blood, stained the surface of the snow red, and then fell into the snow.

　　 "Don't die, what do you understand?"

　　 Jenkins yelled nervously, not seeing the expression of the cat shrunk on his shoulders looking around curiously.

　　 "I can't die for the time being..."

　　Because the entire face is buried in the snow, the voice seems dull.

"I understand. There is a problem with the data I have seen before. This is not a phenomenon of large-scale **** of the undead. It is a form of death based on the nature of the world... I heard some differences. If I can survive this time..."

　　 He got up and got up, patted the blood on his clothes, and the bleeding in his ears seemed more serious.

　　 "Sorry, I may not be able to hear the sound in a short time, do you still have a way?"

　　 "I can also give it a try."

　　 While talking, he gestured with his hands in his own sign language. Take the chocolate off your shoulders and put it on the snow regardless of its objections. Although the snow is too deep and the cat is too small, it can actually stand on the snow without sinking.

　　 carefully observed the position of the man and the woman, chose the angle between them and walked over. The oil lamp was placed near the chocolate, and he did not dare to walk out of the light.

　　 But even so, his eyes were round, and he couldn't see a different aura from a safe distance.

　　 "Sir, please help me!"

　　 The man stretched out his hands at Jenkins, and Jenkins licked his lips: "Okay..."

　　 He leaned out of his body abruptly in the direction of the woman, and in an instant he stretched out countless dry hands from the darkness. He opened his mouth, flames gushing out instantly, and his body was immediately retracted.

　　 As if nothing happened, the men and women were still crying for help, their hands in the dark withdrew little by little, and Jenkins shuddered sharply.

　　 "Did you find anything?"

　　 asked Mr. Alexander weakly.

"No."

　　 shook his head while talking, and stepped back a little bit next to the chocolate.

　　 It's not that he didn't see anything just now, the scene in front of him suddenly changed when his body was sticking out. What was displayed in front of him was no longer the boundless snow and flying snowflakes, but instead turned into an ice field with a large number of ice cones.

　　 There is a very high iceberg in the distance of the ice field, but before he can observe it by himself, the sense of crisis forces his body to retreat.

　　 These things are most likely to be related to the formation of A-11-02-3046, but have nothing to do with solving the current predicament. He does not need to waste precious time making such a complicated scene with a temporarily deaf person.

　　 "I will try again."

　　 The two have acquiesced to the unspoken rule of thinking of ways one by one. This is the best way without trusting each other.

　　 Mr. Alexander said, and took out an object less than one-third the size of the Life Orb from his pocket. It is difficult to recognize what it is in the wind and snow, but the red aura on its surface can still be distinguished.

　　 "If this doesn't work, then I really can't help it."

　　 He dug his ears with his little finger, and then muttered, "It seems that there is a little noise."

　　 The object in his hand was thrown into the darkness behind the victim's man and woman with all his strength. After a stressful second, the object was thrown back again and hit the man's forehead accurately.

　　 He picked up the thing from the snow in a panic, and forced it into his mouth without wiping it. Judging from his expression, it must not taste very good.

　　 An extremely relaxed expression appeared on his face immediately, as if this is not a cold snow field but a warm summer beach. The corners of his mouth were slightly tilted, and an expression of intoxication appeared in his wide-open eyes.

　　 "Oh, is this the truth? Very good, very good..."

　　 He stepped forward, and before Jenkins could react, stepped into the boundless darkness behind him.

　　 "......"

　　 Jenkins watched as the light spot representing his position gradually dimmed, and finally nothing was seen.

　　 "What did he see? Just died like this?"

　　 The sudden death of his companion made Jenkins a bit at a loss. He was already prepared to continue to intrigue and even fight after the two escaped. He didn't expect that he would ruin Jenkins' plan in this way.

　　 "Who is this, and what do you want that oil lamp?"

　　 With the death of Mr. Alexander, these questions may become permanent questions.

　　 But the top priority is to solve the immediate problems first.

　　 "Chocolate, protect my body, cough cough, protect my body!"

　　 He sat down in the snow, almost jumping up by the cold ground. But still gritted his teeth and took out the folded two-folded B-07-4-7711, "A Party in the Forest", and pressed the spiritual magnet corresponding to Miss Miller on his forehead with his right hand, activating the engraving on it. Ritual circle on the top.

　　 After the faint light, the body that was sitting upright was limp on the ground. Chocolate stepped slowly on Jenkins' chest, stood in front of his chest and looked at that face for a long time before turning around with his tail wagging, looking at the men and women who were still crying for help.

Chapter 455 Chapter 449 See Through Identity

　　Snowflakes fluttered down from the darkness, but none of them fell on the chocolate. Its amber cat's eyes were full of mockery.

Whether it was Mr. Alexander's move into the darkness or Jenkins's sudden fainting action, neither seemed to attract the attention of the two people. After they appeared, apart from each other's suspicion about each other's identity, they were left crying loudly. howl.

　　 "Meow~"

　　 screamed, the cat lay gracefully on Jenkins's chest, with two front paws resting on his head and looking into the darkness, while the tail swayed against Jenkins' chin.

　　 The sound of wind and snow filled the world, and only a small bright spot could be seen in the direction of the train. The cat opened his mouth wide and yawned, revealing the tender flesh in his mouth. It missed the cushion on the sofa in Jenkins' living room.

　　 In fact, Jenkins is not sure whether he can project successfully in this case. But it seems that this brand-new ceremony transformed from the ritual of God descending is really powerful, and the whole process has not been hindered.

It should be emphasized here that although the projection upgraded by Miss Magic can achieve double-ended projection, only the party holding the core of the ceremony-B-07-4-7711 can initiate the ceremony actively, so if Miss Miller wants to come Jenkins is here, then she must inform Jenkins in advance of the time to start the ceremony.

He had no idea where Miss Miller’s magnet would be placed at the moment, so when the body fell on the clean wooden floor, he saw Miss Miller sitting on an upholstered chair with a tea cup, and Miss Stuart was in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. , Trying on clothes with Julia’s help, he was not surprised at all.

　　 Of course, I was a little surprised when Julia yelled out afterwards, after all, there was not much time left for him.

　　 "I met A-11-02-3046 and two victims appeared. Is there a way?"

　　 He didn't care to explain to the other two ladies the reason for his sudden appearance, so he asked Miss Miller directly to make a long story.

　　 "A-11-02-3046? Why do you always encounter crooks?"

　　 She got up from her chair, "Sorry, Dolores, we have to occupy this room for a while."

　　 "But..."

　　 "Do you have a companion?"

　　 She involuntarily interrupted Miss Stuart who was still talking, and hurriedly asked Jenkins.

　　 "There was a level 6 one, but he is dead. Oh, the chocolate is still with me."

　　 "What special items do you have on your body?"

　　 "Only my walking stick, and a necklace that can create black mist. Oh, and that painting..."

　　 The two of you talked with each other quickly.

　　 "Then there is no way, pull me over."

　　 "This way you will also be in danger, right?"

　　 hesitated.

　　 "Don't waste time, Jenkins, your time is running out."

"Ok."

He hurriedly nodded to Miss Stuart and Julia, as if saying hello, and then disappeared into the air as soon as he turned around, while Miss Miller nodded solemnly to Miss Stuart, and then took her body. Lumped to the ground.

　　 "Jenkins?"

　　 Julia was stunned for a long time before remembering to lift the short lady onto the chair. She stood up straight and repeated in disbelief. Turning to look at his princess again, she thought it would be the same doubt, but she didn't expect an expression of uncontrollable ecstasy on her face.

　　 "Julia, what Alexia just said was "Jenkins"?"

　　Dolores Stuart walked to the window and looked at the towering snow-capped mountains in the distance. She wants to be elegant at all times, so she must not let her maid see her expression at this time.

"Yes it is."

The maid looked very annoyed: "I knew Poirot was definitely not his real name. I didn't expect that he was actually the William of Nolan City. Miss Miller's identity must also have a problem. Your Highness, kept close to her, really It’s too dangerous. The policy we set before needs to be changed..."

　　 Julia raised her head, only to find that the three princes were facing her back. She suddenly turned around with a smile on her face. Just this word is not enough to describe her current expression.

　　 "Your Highness, you won't..."

Julia stood aside, rubbing her apron with her hands, and asked tentatively: "Even if Mr. Williams's talent is indeed extraordinary, we can't let our guard down. You told me a few days ago that the world of the gifter is Very cruel and complicated."

　　 "Yes, but he is Mr. Williams! I know, yes, you see, just like in those stories, ‘he’ will always appear by my side inadvertently."

The prince retorted excitedly. Seeing that Julia was still unhappy, she turned around and walked over to her, and lifted her hair behind her ears for the little maid: "Don't worry, I will naturally be wary of them. It is about their concealment of identity. I have to ask clearly about the matter, but like all the judgments I have made in the past, I must be correct this time."

　　 "But..."

　　 "No, please help me choose a dress. Mr. Williams will solve the trick in a while, and he should be back. No, no, I have to be more reserved..."

　　 "I think you should have enough sense now to know that those two people are likely to be dangerous people."

　　 The tone of the maid lady was a bit weak, she couldn't deal with the prince in such a state.

　　 "Yes, yes. I understand!"

Dolores slammed open the window, and slammed her hands towards the deserted courtyard. The snow was engulfed by the sudden wind and flew into the sky, and she was plasticized little by little by her invisible hands. Become a statue of a man.

　　 Miss Stuart was facing the wind, looking at the face with a blushing face, waved her hand, and restored it to its original appearance.