Chapter 967 You Are Not a Human

Where did these things come from?!

Like a rag doll that fell into a garlic crusher, after being chased and bombarded by 300 large-caliber artillery for more than half a minute, the dizzy Snake Director finally reacted. A pair of white wings suddenly extended from his back, and he suddenly jumped upwards in the artillery fire.

However, he had just flown up seven or eight meters when the original canyon and artillery fire disappeared again. The canyon that was originally hundreds of meters high was strangely replaced by a giant dam that was twenty meters thick, and the direction in which Director Ophiuchus flew crookedly happened to be a corner of the dam.

"boom!"

With a dull crash, the Snake Director, who was caught off guard, crashed into the thickest part of the dam like a moth to a flame. Then he was bounced back with stars in his eyes, and fell straight down the dam, hitting the deck of a cruise ship with a bang.

"Mom!"

The snake director fell from a high altitude with great force. The old man who was fishing on the side of the boat was thrown up and fell to the water below with his hands and feet dancing.

The middle-aged man who was basking in the sun on a lounge chair nearby was also shaken and thrown off the chair. He fell on the deck in a daze, his mouth wide open in disbelief.

"Dad, what did you catch? I... what the hell is this..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish his words, the snake director, who was blackened by the artillery fire, jumped up from the deck, pulled the fisherman back with a gloomy face, threw him to the stunned middle-aged man, and then jumped out from the side of the boat.

Under the middle-aged man's gaze as if he had seen a ghost, the snake director's body suddenly shrank more than ten times while he was still in mid-air, and turned into a large black carp with black hair on its head, shaking its head and tail and falling into the deep reservoir below the boat.

But at the moment the herring entered the water, the originally bottomless reservoir disappeared again in an instant, and in the blink of an eye it became a crowded street. A painter with clear sunburn marks on his face was carrying a half-full bucket of white paint and walking towards them briskly.

This! This? This!?!?!
Looking at the dumbfounded big bluefish on the ground, the painter... or Leon put down the paint bucket in his hand, and helped the painter cover the lid to prevent the paint inside from spilling, then squatted down and asked expressionlessly:

"How's it going? Have you run enough?"

? ! ! !
Looking at the familiar old face of the painter, and the abandoned building not far away where he had placed the [February Building], the big bluefish on the ground, the incarnation of the snake director, couldn't help but tremble, and then quickly grew human limbs and a head, and hurriedly climbed up and said incoherently:
"Those...those...was I in a dream? No, it's definitely not a dream! How...how did you move me back?"

I can't move you back. I just don't want you to run around anymore, so I just moved those two streets here to scare you a little.

After grinning at Director Ophiuchus, Leon did not explain his little trick, but controlled the painter to sit on the barrel lid, then placed a chair opposite him and raised his hand to point in the direction of the chair.

"Please sit there first. I need to ask the Director a few questions."

"..."

"Ugh."

"No, no, no!"

Seeing the painter standing up again after sighing, with a bunch of guns showing behind him, Director Snake couldn't help but shudder, then hurriedly stepped forward and sat down on the chair that Leon had placed.

Being bombarded by another round of artillery fire was just a small matter, but the dizzying series of scene changes just now, like the feeling of falling from one bottomless black hole into another, was really life-threatening.

He really didn't want to go through that weird experience again, as if he was being pinched by a being more "advanced" than himself, unable to control himself no matter how he jumped and struggled, and even found himself still standing in the same place in the blink of an eye, as if he had never moved.

As for now... isn't it just sitting on a stool? It's just a matter of the chair hitting my butt. Just because I sit on the chair doesn't mean I obey him... Well... I'm not afraid of him, I just want to give him a chance to communicate!

"God of Cookery! How on earth did you do all that just now?"

After successfully convincing himself and sitting on the chair that Leon had placed, Director Ophimosis's throat moved as he watched the people still coming and going on the street, who were completely unaware of the two weirdos sitting opposite each other in the street. Then he asked with fear in his eyes:
"This is the anomaly you got from the Cleanup Bureau, specifically to deal with me? Is that right?"

"Does Taurus give you a set or just one? What is the ability? Space transfer? Turning dreams into reality? Mind erosion? Or... time reversal?" None of them, it's just a free lunch.

After shaking his head slightly and denying Director Sheif's answer, Leon used the painter's sight to observe Director Sheif's situation, then frowned and asked:

"Director? You still won't come out?"

"..."

"Whatever your plan is, you can always tell me. Don't you trust me?"

"..."

By the way...is he having an affair with Olivia?

Looking at the God of Food in front of him who completely ignored him and insisted on letting Olivia come out to answer, Director Snake could not help but blink, and then he could not help but take out the compound eyes of the Cicada of All Things, and then he shuddered at the gaze cast by Leon.

"Don't get me wrong, this thing is not a lethal weapon... nor is it for escaping."

After noticing Leon's warning look, Director Ophiuchi leaned back in his chair subconsciously, and then he pressed his butt tightly against the back of the chair, and hurriedly explained:

"This is an observation-type anomaly that can see your location... I'm really not planning on running!"

It doesn’t matter whether I run or not, but this thing can see my location?

Under Director Ophiuchus's extremely expectant gaze, Leon frowned slightly, and then instinctively looked towards the compound eyes of the Cicada of All Things, and stared into the deep blue compound eyes for a moment.

"Human...?"

Millions of compound eyes suddenly opened, reflecting the figure of Leon... or the painter. The thin, translucent blue eyelids of the compound eyes began to blink frantically at a terrifying speed like the wings of a dragonfly.

'Kind and steady? ', 'Arrogant and extreme? ', 'Calm and rational? ', 'Crazy and furious? '

'Poor and frugal? ', 'Not interested in wealth? ', 'Ready to destroy the world? ', 'Want to establish a completely new order? '

'No... he's not being reasonable!'

'There are mistakes, he may not be human! '

'Need to re-evaluate!'

'Humans?', 'Mountains?', 'Cities?', 'Beasts?', 'Minerals?'

'Good? ', 'Evil? ', 'Greedy? ', 'Calm? ', 'Crazy? '

'What is he?'

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(End of this chapter)

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