MTL - Doomsday Wonderland-v9 Chapter 2234 Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, each living for a living (2)

Chapter 2234 The Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea, Each Living for Their Lives (2)

Does "acting" count as pretense?

Before the female lead sang the second song, Kiyokuru had already removed the disguise props on his face.

The thing is already clear and obvious: through the lyrics, Sincius can turn the living audience around him into his eyes, and into soldiers looking for Kiyokuru and his party, so what will he do next? Of course, it was to give the audience the ability to see through the disguise; he would never be stopped by a few disguise props at this step.

At least if it was Qing Jiuliu, he would do this.

Once the audience is endowed with the ability to "see through the camouflage", wearing a camouflage becomes a very conspicuous thing, and it is safer to take it off as soon as possible; but the real difficulty lies in what to do next.

What does "masquerading" include? Does makeup count? Do facial expressions count? Does changing the shape of the facial bones count?

He thought about it, and found that apart from the high risk of "makeup" and it was best to give it up, he actually didn't have much choice—when he couldn't disguise, escape, or fight, all he could do was There are very few of them, and there is still a possibility of escape if you try, but if you don't try, you will definitely fall into the hands of Occidental.

Then why is he hesitating?

While everyone around him was still looking for fallen petals in the night sky, Kiyokuru took out two band-aids from the storage props.

He quickly parted the hair on one side of the temple, and pasted one end of the Band-Aid on the scalp, and the other end of the adhesive just protruded from the hairline, pasted it on the edge of the temple, and raised the skin at the corner of the eye. pulled up.

Qing Jiuliu's movements were light and quick, and he repeated the same trick on the other temple, hanging down the broken hair, tidying it up, and covering it with the flesh-colored band-aid.

In this way, there is indeed nothing on his face, no makeup, no disguise props; but the two eyes are hung high, forming a thin, long, pointed and narrow shape.

Is this a loophole? I don't know if Searsius can imagine that people who have lived on the set for many years can still find a narrow gap between "makeup" and "disguise"?

Qing Jiuliu didn't know how many looks he had put on, so he knew how much a person's skin color could change his appearance. He couldn't use foundation—he didn't have any—because that would be camouflage, too; but human skin can take on other colors than light and dark black and white, and one was all too familiar to him.

He gritted his teeth, endured the reluctance, and took out two bottles of the strongest wine, holding them tightly in his hands.

"I hope everyone likes the song just now. If you don't like it, we have another song." The female lead singer seemed a little at a loss for the audience's cold reaction; few people responded to her jokes. It seemed that she didn't even know the lyrics she sang under the control of Occidentals, and the effect of the implementation.

With Qing Jiuliu's ability, the two bottles of spirits were almost emptied in the blink of an eye. He couldn't even taste the taste, and swallowing the jujube was not counted. Feeling distressed, he raised his hand and threw the wine bottle on the ground nearby, and took out two more bottles.

Soon, he felt the familiar scorching heat on his cheeks, he didn't need a mirror, he knew that his complexion must have been flushed red; probably not only his cheeks, but also the tip of his nose, lips and eyes all turned red, screaming When people look at his entire face, even the visual center of gravity changes.

Alcohol warmed the blood, not only smearing his vision into blurred patches, but also relaxing his facial muscles, causing his eyelids to droop heavily—in this way, the eyes are different in shape. On, it becomes smaller again.

"I've seen through your disguise," the lead singer said on stage, and Qing Jiuliu, who was already drunk, burst out laughing.

You see, isn't this exactly what I thought, and it came right after I said it.

As an NPC in the dungeon these few years, he must keep a certain level of tidiness, so he hasn't been as unshaven as when he met Lin Sanjiu in a long time; , while silently chanting "Don't poke yourself blind, don't poke yourself blind", while shaving off all the eyebrows one after another.

Without eyebrows, he doesn't take it seriously at all. He has played uglier images than this; besides, is there any person in the twelve worlds?

The people around him began to twist their necks slowly.

Qing Jiuliu had already hunched his back roundly, loosened his mandibular joints, and retracted his chin tightly towards his neck, almost connecting his chin and neck as one.

The people around seemed to be watching very carefully, looking at one face after another; within ten seconds, at least two or three people's eyeballs had slowly rolled over Qing Jiuliu's face—but Within a few minutes, he was completely changed. The front and the back were completely different from his original appearance. Those people glanced at him and turned their heads one after another.

When the fourth person finally opened his eyes, Qing Jiuliu held back a "ha".

Great, it seems that Searsius didn't consider that there is a way for him to change his appearance without using disguise props... He can try to walk outside, but he doesn't know what happened to the others? Can you escape?

He looked around, feeling swayed by the alcohol, and was about to squeeze through the crowd to go out, but almost bumped into the chest of a man who was facing him—he was not short, but the person who came was almost like Like a hill, tall and strong, it shrouded Qing Jiuliu in the shadow.

...If I remember correctly, this man has already looked at him once just now.

There was no emotion on the face of the tall and strong man like a hill, he stared at Qing Jiuliu silently for a while.

Qing Jiu stayed with his chin twitched and his eyelids lowered, as if he didn't know what he was looking at, he turned away a step, pushed the others away, and continued to walk slowly - although he drank a large amount of alcohol that might poison ordinary people in one breath, But he can be regarded as an old hand at drinking, even if he drifted and dizzy, there is still a thread in the back of his mind, knowing what he should do at this moment.

The tall man hesitated for two seconds, but did not follow.

Qing Jiuliu deliberately staggered and walked forward unsteadily, bumping into several people, who looked at him and let him pass without saying anything. After walking for a while, out of the corner of his eye, he felt another shadow enveloping him not too far away, and when he turned his head, he saw the same tall man again.

…Oops.

Even though it doesn't look like the same person at all at first glance, Qing Jiuliu's face cannot withstand inspection at the moment; the tall man only needs to stretch out his hand to push his cheek, and it is difficult for him to keep shrinking tightly Chin dropped—Qing Jiuliu pretended not to notice, and squeezed into the middle of several other people in a flash.

He didn't move, didn't make a sound, because he wasn't sure, right?

Before the tall man came to a conclusion, this short interval was probably Qing Jiuliu's only chance to escape.

****

If Ji Shanqing hadn't said some nonsense about "hiding trees in the forest", the great witch would not have walked into the crowd at all.

Even if there was a Occidentus following them behind, it didn't prevent her from regretting it as soon as she came in; there were crowded crowds everywhere, and the body odor, sweat, and oily smell of the crowd were overwhelmed by the hot temperature. Steaming made her feel as if she was going to be pickled to get the same smell—not to mention, her dress and jewelry were all silky and delicate, how could they stand up to being touched by these people?

Besides, there was such a **** shadow on the stage in front of him, if he didn't go back, would he still go forward?

So not long after she came in, the big witch was already retreating in small steps; when the lead singer scattered flowers in the sky and she realized something was wrong, she happened to be at the edge of the crowd, leaning on her back. Up the wall of a store that took up several bunks.

"In the vast sea of ​​people, I can only touch you..."

When this line appeared for the third time, the great witch realized that the surrounding crowd had become strangely quiet. Those who got the flowers seemed to have been washed by a basin of cold water, washing away all expressions and emotions; they looked at the lead singer and the shadow on the stage quietly, as if waiting for the next order.

The next command is...

When one song fell and the next one hadn't played, the big witch looked around.

Behind her was a windowless, gapless wall of a store, and to the left and right were crowded with people. That wall is not difficult to break, but as long as she makes a move, so many pairs of eyes will immediately report her position to Orcius—the consciousness that has been torn into turbulence, swallows the fear that tortured her again from within She really didn't even want to think about the pain and pain.

Hurry up and squeeze out now?

The camouflage props of the great witch can make her present a face that is exactly the opposite of her true face, and no matter who sees it, she will forget it; as long as she hurry up and go out now, there will be no doubts or memories behind her. chasing soldiers. She hastily tapped a couple of lovers beside her with her fingertips, trying to ask them to give way—these people have become the pawns of Occidentus, so she can't use force, she must try her best Do not draw their attention if possible.

Yet at the same time, she heard the first line of the third song.

"I've seen through your disguise..."

The big witch's heart sank straight down.

The young boy whom she had tapped on the shoulder was slowly turning his head towards her.

From the time he turned his head to seeing the face of the great witch, the process may not even take two seconds; as long as his gaze falls on the face of the great witch, everything is over. At that time, whether it is to escape or resist, it will become a mantis' arm.

These short two seconds are the only life-saving rope for the great witch—she must do something so that she will not be caught again by Oxius, but what can she do in two seconds? ?

Anxiously, the big witch turned her eyes to the side, and suddenly found that the boy's boyfriend had a braid on the back of his head—she immediately grabbed the braid with her consciousness, and gently told the boyfriend to lean back The head just covered the boy's sight, as if looking up to kiss him.

"Huh?" The young boy frowned, as did the man with the braid.

"Someone pulled me?" the man with the braids said flatly.

The two looked at each other, and there was no trace of familiarity and intimacy on their faces. Instead, they let go of their hands and turned towards the back together.

Even if it was a sudden idea, it only bought two or three seconds for the big witch; the people around began to slowly turn their heads, and after a few seconds, several pairs of eyes fell on the big witch to remove it at the same time. on a disguised face.

I came to my aunt yesterday after finishing the burning. It’s really a blessing, and misfortunes never come singly. The process of coding this chapter is not only drowsy, but also lethargic... The main reason is that I am really embarrassed to ask for two days off, so I want to Force yourself to update. But after writing like this, do you feel that the quality has also declined? Anyway, I don’t know anymore, I’m too groggy, I don’t know if it’s good or not, I just know it’s finished.