Overturned Tower

At that moment, Russell subconsciously relaxed.

Although the head rolled to his feet, blood spattered on his boots. But Russell instead felt a sense of sheltered security.

That look is so familiar.

It's like I'm missing something.

If Russell were to use an analogy, it would be like the look in his eyes when he discovered a new colleague who graduated from the same high school and was brought up by his class teacher after working for a few years after graduating from college.

"Do you know my mother?"

"Um."

The young man responded: "Ms. Alice is my senior.

"Her psychic power is called the 'non-existent instrument'. As the name suggests, it is an instrument that does not really exist in the world. Therefore, she can ignore all external factors that she wants to ignore and only touch the parts she wants to touch. If she turns into a screwdriver , you can unscrew the screws inside the box without opening the casing; if it is a scalpel, you can bypass clothing, skin, bones, and muscles and directly cut tendons or nerves."

When he said this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a pointing smile: "Whether he is a healer or an assassin, his strength is first-class."

Russell was silent and didn't say anything.

He also just found out that his mother was actually a psychic.

After recollecting his past life and the memories of his birth, Russell immediately realized that his mother's death, including their simple daily life... and even his father's running away from home, might not be simple.

He was probably involved in some complicated situation.

Trouble arose.

The young man looked at the silent Russell with interest: "But your spiritual power seems to be more complicated than your mother's. Can you actually perfectly transform into your mother's appearance? You also have mastered her spiritual power... Did you inherit this psychic ability from her, or did you imitate it?"

——If nothing else, it should be activated by consuming the chips left behind by others after their death. As long as you put on the "mask" that represents that person, you can get the other person's spiritual energy...

Russell thought to himself.

Just like before, he used his mother's relics to become her and gained her psychic powers. That faint green light should represent the mother's spiritual power.

When Russell was a child, he occasionally saw a glimmer of this color in his mother's eyes.

But at the time he didn't realize what it was.

After the candlelight in his illusion changed to the same color, Russell gained the psychic power called "The Weapon of Destruction".

The punch from the bear-eared mercenary before could be said to be powerful and heavy. Russell clearly heard the sound of his spine cracking, but after the incarnation was shattered, his body did not suffer any injuries.

Russell felt that it would take at least a month for him to become like that again.

But the good thing is that as long as you successfully transform once, you can still use the same spiritual power that is weaker than the previous level even if you don't transform.

However, Russell did not share this important information with this person.

Although in his past memories, he saw that he was a student of his father and mother - he called his father "mentor" and had a very respectful attitude towards his mother.

——But that was more than twenty years ago.

Russell knew very well that people's hearts can change. He doesn't know anything now, and he can't determine the other party's identity and position too easily.

The attitude of the gangster who pretended to be the "Tower of Babel" organization when he entered the room just now showed a lot of things.

Russell was pretending to be asleep, but actually observing him.

That fool with a simple mind and well-developed limbs, after entering the room and seeing himself, did not try to find another person in the room; he did not even guard himself, and turned his back to look at the door.

If he hadn't been on the phone at that time, Russell would have taken action immediately.

When Russell was pointed at by a gun, he immediately looked past the mercenary and looked at the white-haired young man behind him.

He had already guessed at that time that there was probably no bullet in the gun. But Russell couldn't gamble, so he hoped that the mercenary could be distracted for a moment and give him a chance to get up from the ground and dodge.

However, the Bear-Ears mercenary did not waver at all. He wasn't even nervous - which meant he didn't think there could be anyone behind him.

These details show that Russell's intuition was indeed correct at the beginning.

——This room is a single room. Moreover, this group of robbers controlled the surveillance in the captain's room and could determine the entry and exit of each room.

Although first class cabins have multiple seats, multiple tables, and even multiple sofas and multiple beds of different sizes.

But Russell noticed one detail. That is, on the wine glass rack, there is only one cup of the same size.

From that moment on, Russell had actually become suspicious of this familiar stranger.

But at that time, Russell had not yet retrieved the memory of his previous life. His knowledge is relatively shallow and his character is relatively soft.

Although Russell noticed something was wrong and became suspicious at the first moment, he was not too wary of the other party.

In other words, Russell is habitually hoping to please the other party. Through the image of "answering all questions" and "mild attitude", you can prevent the other party from attacking you.

But after retrieving his memory, Russell realized more: For example, the robber was obviously startled when he saw the gun on the table, and he was immediately wary of himself - which shows that even if It would also be difficult for them to bring this kind of thing onto the airship. Russell did not recognize this model of gun, but the robber was very obviously greedy for that gun. Even when he beat Russell, he was unwilling to let go of his hand or hit him with the butt of the gun.

This all shows how precious this gun is.

Considering that this big white-haired dog was never infected with the virus in the first place...

"You are the one from the Tower of Babel, right?"

Russell said slowly: "You did not board the plane through conventional means, but were teleported directly to my room through some means. Therefore, you were not photographed by the surveillance outside, nor were you noticed by the gangsters.

"You are following the stolen or leaked Tower of Babel virus. Of course, it is not ruled out that you deliberately sold this virus. But in any case, your position in this incident will not be." victim'.

"Am I right...Your Excellency Nanliu Jing?"

Russell said the name in his memory without warning.

He didn't have any evidence, just a simple, intuitive test.

But seeing the other party's unsurprising and unwavering reaction, Russell knew that he had made the right bet.

I didn't know him at all at first, but after being infected with the virus, I knew his name...

This abnormal behavior was also expected by the other party, and if he was not surprised at all, then he was probably the "Nan Liu Jing" who sealed his memory back then.

"What will you do next?"

Russell asked slightly sharply: "I guess you will kill all those people...and then throw the blame on me?"

His hands naturally hung downward.

A faint halo appeared between the index and middle fingers of Russell's right hand.

It was like the light reflected on clean glasses, so faint that it was almost imperceptible.

This time it was not the scalpel that appeared before, but a razor blade. Because it can "not exist", you don't have to worry about hurting yourself or falling out no matter how you clip it.

The razor blade is a more suitable weapon for Russell than the scalpel that Russell's mother Alice is good at using.

Seeing Russell wary of him like a cat with its back arched, the corners of Nan Liujing's mouth rose slightly.

He didn't answer Russell's question, but just stepped forward.

Not afraid of the illusory blade between Russell's fingers at all, he squatted down and straightened Russell's collar.

This was messed up when Russell was punched in the face by the mercenary before, rolling around on the ground with his mouth and eyes closed like a Kamen Rider who was kicked to release his transformation.

After that, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"That way I can feel relieved."

His tone became more relaxed: "I was worried just now... If you are really too naive, it's best to find a way to drive you back. If you trust others too much, you won't be able to survive on the Island of Happiness. .Now it seems that at least you are still a little wary.

"And you were on guard but didn't actually attack me, which shows that you have enough sense. You can judge the strength and weakness, and distinguish between ourselves and the enemy.

"That's how it should be - even if you know that the other party may not be your enemy, you must still be on guard; even though you know that you are definitely not the opponent's opponent, you must not give up resistance."

As he said that, Nan Liujing smiled and touched Russell's head: "I hugged you back then. When you were a baby... I was considered your elder. Your mother never taught you these principles... I Come teach you.”

Russell's ears twitched, but he did not break away from his hand.

The moment the other party touched him, a flash of enlightenment suddenly flashed in Russell's heart.

"You're going to use me."

He raised his head and whispered to Nan Liujing, who was a head taller than him: "But you won't kill me."

Hearing this, Nan Liujing was startled.

His always smiling face showed a true smile for the first time.

"The second half of your sentence comforts me. But you know what, Russell - it's not nearly as comforting as the first half."

Nan Liujing said slowly: "It seems that you are much more mature than you look.

"I'm just using you, but that's not a bad thing. Being unused is a hundred times more dangerous than being used. When you still have value, you will be safer than others."

Looking at Russell who was thoughtful, Nan Liujing added: "Also, if you can, it's best not to call me that name. It makes me sick."

Not for privacy reasons...but because of disgust?

Russell's heart moved.

He asked: "Then what should I call you?"

"'Bad Day'. This is my code name, [Bad Day of Babel]," the big white-haired dog code-named "Bad Day" smiled, "But it's best not to mention this name outside, especially Don't let people know that you are related to me, otherwise you will get yourself into a lot of trouble.

"Of course, maybe soon...you will see this name on the wanted poster on Sky Island. Don't mention 'Nan Liujing', otherwise those elves may cause trouble for you."