Chapter 390 Mistaken
On the stairs of the atrium, Milo held the back of Marshall’s neck in his hand and walked as fast as he could.
He shouted loudly:
“One thing I have never been able to figure out is why it wanted to get Rick there. I can’t figure it out no matter how hard I think about it. It’s obviously because of the magic. Rick was bewitched by Imnar."
"But it doesn't matter, the Scarlet Witch warned me not to try to understand Imnar's mind, and even said that I was a member of the chaos who destroyed order. , which itself speaks for itself.”
"This is clearly what Imnar would say."
"But she is not entirely Imnar, because the concept of fractals can be found from Finn's homework, that is The Scarlet Witch guided me in advance."
"No wonder I couldn't find her yesterday."
"I was really fooled."
"Zai Yi. The moment Munnar learned his real name, the game had already started. It was so embarrassing that I was disconnected for so long before I realized it.”
"The letter that has been delivered to me has been delivered again. Such a low-level mistake is obviously not a low-level mistake that a skilled imitator like it would make. It is a rule, it is the power it has just regained, or in other words, it is a low-level mistake in the fractal world. Mistakes made by others!"
"Haha, I got caught!"
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Milo shouted all the way.
Many law enforcement officers in the office area of the ground floor lobby looked over in astonishment.
The cat Marshall, who was held in Milo's hand, had already raised his paws in front of his mouth and "shushed" all the way, but he couldn't get Milo to close his mouth.
"It's okay."
However, Milo didn't care about the looks of his colleagues at all, and carried Marshall straight through the office area and down to the basement.
In the morgue, he told Marshall his general idea.
……
"What?!"
Marshall's roar shook the entire morgue and made the equipment in the morgue tremble crazily!
"Even if I die, I will not take those filthy and disgusting pills from you humans! Don't even think about it! You must be crazy, come on, there is a crazy psychic here who wants to torture cats. Ah! ! ”
“No, listen to me, he has complete kitchen utensils and all the ingredients. Look, there are butter, rosemary, onions and carrots, and you can eat as much as you want. I can make it for you if it’s cooked.”
Milo busily took out a lot of pots and pans from the cabinet in the anatomy room.
"You are insulting our Usa cats! You rebellious human being!!!" Marshall's hair has exploded countless times today. He looked at Milo's posture and seemed to be really preparing to give him a protein and nutritious meal. .
"Oh, you can even eat living corpses, so what difference does dead corpses make."
Milo picked up Rick's pan and took a look at the traces of grease in the pan. , sighed: "He is really a gourmet, he never washes the pot."
"Disgusting, disgusting, disgusting! Don't eat, don't eat, don't eat, don't eat..."
Marshall has already started Retched.
But Milo still prepared the kitchen utensils quickly and kept talking:
"You see, Rick has already connected with Imnar's thoughts. Now maybe there are only two people left in this field." You and I are still conscious, so you are the only hope I have at hand. The only way to defeat the guest in this game is to use the same method to connect you with Rick's will and let you Hear his voice, because his voice is Imnar's voice. Before he notices it, let's do it without further delay!"
"I finally understand why the founder of this technique doesn't. Design it so that the caster can eavesdrop on it. God knows what disgusting things the eavesdropping targets usually do!"
Marshall wants to escape.
But as soon as it ran out, Milo pulled him back with his backhand.
In terms of pure power and speed, it is impossible to compete with Milo.
It turns out that when a dominator-level weirdo wants to commit murder on a kitten, the kitten has no ability to resist, even if its hometown is Usa.
“Let’s discuss, can we change the approach?”
Marshall was about to cry.
“Otherwise I will sing in Rebecca’s bed while she is sleeping! I will scare her to death!”
"That way I can be promoted to law enforcement officer smoothly." Milo replied without thinking.
"You can't do this!" Marshall yelled.
Milo grabbed Marshall, held it with both hands, and said solemnly:
“Listen, your analysis before was absolutely correct, no matter what is in this city. Attracting the Old Ones and Outer Gods, Imnar is about to get what he wants. We don't know what the consequences will be, but it will definitely be worse than eating a medium-hard-boiled egg. Pain and despair! Believe me, I will definitely find an opportunity to counter it this time!"
This is the most sincere statement Milo has ever said.
Even Marshall was frightened at that moment and was stunned for a few seconds.
But soon it returned to its life-or-death attitude, shouting:
"Ah!!! I don't care, I don't care, don't think you can impress me with that look. , I’m a cat! It’s useless! Eating balls doesn’t exist!”
Milo cursed.
"It almost succeeded."
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Whether it was soft grinding or hard work, Marshall did not agree to Milo's proposal in the end.
Facts have proved that personality charm can only work on the same kind of people, and it is very powerless when it crosses species. But this is not entirely correct. After all, Grasso and Milo are not essentially the same species...
However, the good news is that Marshall only rejected the egg-eating part, and he still approved of the overall plan.
So, late at night.
At the opera performance of "Sleepwalker" that had already been performed once, Milo took Marshall to the Garnier Opera House to relive this sad and touching opera.
This is another mistake of fractals.
It seems that Imnar did not imitate all of this completely well. For some special reasons, the concept of time was confused, resulting in the repetition of some things that had already appeared. .
"This is good news, indicating that its plan has not been fully deployed."
Milo was sitting in the luxurious VIP seat of the Opera House, which is a special seat on the rear promenade, because the Opera House is too It’s too big. The seats here are too far from the stage. The hospital even set up long-tube telescopes here...
While Milo was muttering absently, Marshall was sitting on the arm of the sofa beside him. He straightened his hind legs, barely able to reach the telescope, stretched his two front paws on the telescope, put his head against the back end of the telescope, and watched the actors' passionate performances on the stage, with runny noses and tears:
"Wow... She is so sad. She was abandoned by her fiancé because of sleepwalking. How can that man be as stupid as a dog and announce that he will marry another woman in front of his fiancée? What kind of logic is that? ! If you don’t want to marry, don’t marry. What does it mean to just marry someone else? Wuwuwuwu..."
The expression on Milo’s face was the same as the last time he saw Rick sitting in the audience. It's the same as when I shed tears, speechless, painful, plus a little bit of incomprehension.
He rolled his eyes and shook his head:
"Are all you Usa cats so sentimental?"
"You have to take care of it!" Marshall was furious again.
"No matter what..."
Milo dipped his fingers into the red wine in the glass and drew a series of runes and totems on the armrest of the sofa where Marshall was standing.
All that's left to do next is wait.
Wait for the spell to take effect.
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…
The beautiful and melodious melody of the opera performer of "Sleepwalker" surrounded the huge opera house.
The melodious voice penetrated upwards through the clouds and downwards, reaching deep into the ground.
And just beneath the layers of building structures, there is a dark corner filled with countless murmuring voices, a corner that should be the real world.
This is a splendid and majestic opera house, designed by the young designer Carter Garnier.
Everything here is the same place as where Milo and Marshall are at this moment.
The difference is that there is no melodious opera, no interplay of lights, and no trace of life.
Beyond the daylighting glass of the dome of the Opera House, there is endless darkness.
The stage is empty, and the ensemble behind the scenes is neatly placed with pianos and various long and short orchestral instruments.
The auditorium was equally lonely.
Only a few weak kerosene lamps were lit sporadically on the corridor at the back.
The sound of chains dragging on the ground seemed to be faintly heard in the air, and the outlines of some ferocious beasts seemed to be moving in the shadows below.
The scene now is the same as what Rick saw when he broke into the opera house in the heavy rain.
Or, to be more precise, he has always been in this opera house and never left.
The sound of the piano he heard, the beasts he encountered, and everything he thought were hallucinations after he suddenly woke up, were actually real.
When he found himself hanging from the chandelier of the opera house, and saw the shocked eyes of the audience below him, as well as the security personnel chasing after him, everything was illusory. .
To put it bluntly, what he thought was "waking up" was actually the real "dreaming".
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Nowadays, there are countless people like Rick, "living" in another way. The world they live in may be different from Milo and Marshall. That's because I Munnar's fractal world is still in the process of continuous value-adding and superposition.
Imnar no longer just imitated and replaced a certain organism. After obtaining its true name and the initial power of rules, it began to create something greater. It wanted to imitate and What was replaced was the entire Nanwei City.
In this already darkened real world, there is not only the missing Rick, but also Marty, Marty’s classmates...
Even Kang...
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There's Emma...
There's Finn.
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At this time, in front of Rick who was in chaos, a vague shadow slowly emerged.
It looked at Rick's complicated soul with complicated eyes.
But it was not it that spoke, but Rick. His tone was low and his eyes were always closed when speaking:
"No, this is not the person I am looking for..."< br>
(End of this chapter)