Chapter 483 Effects of Skills

Jiang Xia recalled the terrain when he came and remembered that there was a hut where the park guard was located less than ten meters away.

When I passed by there just now, there was no one in the house - the guard had blended into the crowd and became one of them.

Thinking of this, Jiang Xia moved a few steps towards the direction of the hut.

 The next moment, countless shikigami flew out from under his feet, passed through the crowd, gathered and piled up in the cabinet of the hut, and rose up into a human shape.

Matsuda Jinpei was not very familiar with this process and was staring at the shikigami in confusion.

The mermaid watched for a moment, picked it up, swam to the cabinet in the hut, threw the new ghost into the pile of clay, and let Matsuda Jinpei and the puppet clay merge to form a human shape.

After feeling that the puppet was taking shape, Jiang Xia touched Miyano Akemi's head and left the main body next to the police to hang up.

 Then the consciousness breaks away and is possessed by a brand new puppet.

 …

 One second later, in the guard cabin.

 The cabinet door was gently pushed open from the inside.

 A figure jumped out lightly and landed silently. The movements are smooth, without any hesitation.

 There is no mirror in this room.

Jiang Xia reluctantly took a look at the dark TV screen and found that the puppet did indeed look like a normal human being, and there wasn't much of a problem. Then he pushed open the door and walked out.

 He left the hut, walked to the canal, blended in with the crowd, and stopped at the edge where the citizens and the police met.

—The skills of ghosts are not only diverse in types, but also in different objects, ways of using them, etc.

 Matsuda Jinpei's skill of fine-tuning the explosion time is very similar to the extended form of the mermaid's underwater breathing - it must be used with the puppet on to accurately control the time point and take effect without any difference.

In addition, the distance of the fixed-point explosion is also limited, and it must be within a ten-meter visual range... Although there are a lot of shortcomings, compared with the death reappearance of the foggy dog, the practicality is still acceptable. After all, with the increase in energy cores and shikigami, the speed of the condensed puppets and the autonomy of the puppets have improved. This limitation is not too serious.

While thinking about it, Jiang Xia couldn't help but glance at Wutian Gou.

 The foggy dog ​​noticed his master's gaze and immediately came closer, looking back honestly, ready to take on the task.

Jiang Xia patted its head as if nothing had happened, pretending that he didn't think about anything just now.

After masturbating, he raised his head and continued to look into the crowd, his eyes fixed on the arsonist holding the hostages.

 …

 At this time, the arsonist's heartbeat was extremely violent. He couldn't help but tremble slightly when holding the knife against the hostage, and made several **** cuts on the hostage's neck.

—About escaping, he suddenly had a bold idea:

 The surrounding area was surrounded by police. At first glance, it seemed that his escape route had been blocked by the police.

 But in fact, there is a canal behind him. As long as you escape along the river before the police boat arrives, you still have a chance to escape successfully.

 However, when swimming, it is impossible to take care of the hostages. Moreover, it is difficult to move in the water, and the river is not very fast. Once he abandons the hostage and jumps into the river, the police can catch him calmly.

 So, if you want to leave, you have to make the situation chaotic.

 It was so chaotic that the police didn’t care about him at all…

Thinking of this, the arsonist gradually had a clear and bold plan in his mind, and a cruel and proud smile slowly appeared on the corner of his mouth that was hidden by his collar. Just throw the bomb in the bag like a grenade at the police and those who are watching the excitement and don't mind it...

 Just do it if you think of it.

The arsonist's plan was quickly detailed in his mind.

 The bomb in his hand has a delay fuse, and there is a three-second buffer from when it is pulled open to when it explodes. This may seem like a short amount of time, but it can actually do a lot—especially for well-trained police officers.

 So, you cannot throw it away immediately after pulling the fuse, otherwise it will only leave the group of well-trained police with the opportunity to deal with the bomb. Calm down, don't be impatient, count silently for two seconds...

The arsonist took a deep breath and secretly pulled out the fuse by taking the bomb out of the bag.

 Sparks flashed and the delay fuse burned slowly. The arsonist held the bomb, and there was almost an illusion of sparks running along his skin. His spirit was instantly tense to the extreme, and his heart rate soared to the peak. He was nervous but calm, and he counted silently:

1…

"Snapped."

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 Suddenly a clear snap of fingers rang out from the crowd.

Almost at the same time, the fire exploded and a violent heat wave swept across, and everyone was shaken until their vision went blank for a moment.

 A second later, there was a belated scream from the shore.

Jiang Xia pushed up the sunglasses on the bridge of the puppet's nose and stood silently in the crowd. He looked at the dazzling firelight by the river and the blown debris, and some "common sense" related to psychics flashed through his mind for no reason.

 …

“For ordinary ants, death is the end. But in the eyes of a psychic, death can also be the beginning of everything—whether it’s oneself or others.”

 …

“Most people cannot become useful after they die. But psychics are very special beings after all. If you kill people yourself... in addition to ghosts and shikigami, you may also kill ‘monsters’.”

 …

　　…Of course it’s because I’m lucky.

“…Well, the probability is really not high—well…one in 100,000, probably. To put it more vividly, it’s like ‘randomly shake a number from 1 to 100,000, and you get 64541.”

“… Ridiculous. If anyone can really hit the target in one go, that person should be the child of destiny. Aren’t you popularizing novels like that—people who are extremely unlucky and people who are extremely lucky can be the protagonists.”

 …

 One in 100,000...Jiang Xia thought and tugged on the legs of her sunglasses.

He was still young at the time, and he followed whatever others taught him. He was too easy to deceive. Now think about it, the so-called "probability of one in 100,000" may just be the data that someone tried once in a while or even guessed. The quantity and quality of the sample actually have a great impact on the so-called "probability" finally obtained.

There should be no answer to the exact probability of monsters appearing, and no psychic would try to sort it out - it requires countless lives, killing monsters more than once, and escaping death penalty and pursuit... This kind of thing can only be solved It can be like "experience the physical sensation of an atomic bomb explosion at zero distance" - the answer may exist, but it will never be recorded and circulated.

Of course, Jiang Xia doesn’t want to be a crazy practitioner of this kind - living people can produce safe murderous auras and safe ghosts, and most of them are very interesting, and each one is better than the last. To Jiang Xia, a group of living people is much more lovely than a corpse that has been killed by one's own hands and may give birth to monsters at any time.

 As for now…

 (End of this chapter)