Chapter 138 Pink and black, Sharon is good at stabbing

Chapter 138 Pink and black, Sharon is good at stabbing

The voice sounded very calm, but one could vaguely hear a hint of joy in it.

"Sharon, you are very good at psychological tactics."

Hasta sighed, knowing that he had lost to Sharon tonight.

She was indeed the seeker tonight, but she turned passive into active, deliberately hiding to prevent herself from finding her, so as to make her misjudge.

Before she came to this house, she probably had already observed every room first, and then came to the mirror before to remind herself.

Finally, she squatted in the place where she hid her body, waiting for her spirit to get in, and won the game in one fell swoop.

"I'm just more patient than you."

Sharon's figure floated out of the window, and then came to the front of the closet, looking at Hasta calmly.

"Hey, when did you come to my house?"

"Around seven thirty."

"Is this the time Maric told you?"

Sharon nodded silently.

"Then you saw it all?"

Sharon nodded again.

"..."

Hasta's cheeks were a little hot. If that's the case, from the first step of hiding in the closet, he was under Sharon's gaze.

No wonder he couldn't find her. This was clearly an unfair game of hide-and-seek!

Sharon's blue eyes lit up slightly, as if a smile was flowing through her, but she soon returned to her usual calmness without any extra emotional fluctuations.

"From the time you slowly closed the door, carefully entered the closet, and finally appeared as a spirit, I saw it all clearly."

Sharon tried to use a calm tone to gently stab Hasta's wound again.

"..."

Hasta really wanted to cover his face with one hand, close the two doors, and then turn around and hide in the corner of the closet.

It was too shameful to be said in public like this.

He recalled again, fortunately, he didn't talk to himself at that time, otherwise, he would really be ashamed to see people.

After taking a few deep breaths, Hastur smiled and walked out of the closet, saying with a smile: "When I am in the spirit state, can you easily find my existence?"

"No."

Sharon thought for a while and said: "Your spirit state is very special. Even if I turn on my spiritual vision, I can't find your existence."

"...So, you can't see me at all?"

"Well, after you leave this house, I can no longer sense your location."

"...So you left words on the mirror and made sounds to deliberately lure me out?"

Sharon didn't answer, but her eyes told Hastur that his guess was correct.

He not only lost to Maric's false information tonight, but also lost to Sharon in patience and wisdom.

Fortunately, his improved second version of invisibility can even deceive Sharon.

This level should be enough to go to the Roselle Memorial Exhibition to take away the Black Emperor card.

"I can't see you because I'm far away from you. If I'm close, I'll have a vague feeling."

Hasta was stunned for a moment, then looked out the window, blinked, and said in an incredible tone: "Ms. Sharon, so you hid far away from the house at the beginning, and then observed my every move through the mirror in the house?"

Sharon was silent, slightly turned her body, and said after a long while: "The rules of the game only require finding you who is hiding, and do not require me to enter the house."

"...Ms. Sharon, are you cheating?"

Hasta now truly understood that he could not win this game from the beginning, no matter who looked for whom.

Because he only limited his thinking to the house, he could not find Sharon who was hiding in the mirror space outside.

"I am making reasonable use of the rules."

Sharon turned around and looked at Hasta directly, and said, "Learning to exploit loopholes in the rules is not something you lawyers should be accustomed to?"

"..."

Hasta felt that his wound was stabbed again.

"You are not a qualified Beyonder like this."

Sharon calmly raised a knife again and slowly inserted it into Hasta's wound, with only the handle remaining outside the wound.

"..."

Hasta looked at Miss Sharon, who had long hair tied in a light golden bun, blue eyes like sapphires, and a delicate face. No matter what she said, she could keep a calm face.

He understood a truth: every exquisite doll is pink and black in heart, and is very good at stabbing people with a knife while smiling.

Being looked at by Hasta with such eyes, Sharon said in a somewhat unnatural tone: "Your invisibility is very good, but remember to hide your body next time."

After that, the figure disappeared from Hasta's front. It should be directly with the ability of mirror jumping that he moved his position in an instant.

Although this mirror jump only covers a distance of a few hundred meters, it is already a very useful Beyonder ability.

Whether it is escaping or investigating, it can play a magical effect.

"Forget it, as Maric said, losing to Miss Sharon is not a shameful thing. After all, she is Sequence 5 and I am only Sequence 7."

"And she is also a ghost among Sequence 5. It is normal that we can't find her."

"There is absolutely no need for me to feel depressed because of this small failure. After all, even Sharon can only sense my presence at close range. This proves that my invisibility is still very powerful."

Hasta comforted himself a few words, but when he thought of what had just happened, he felt ashamed and panicked.

"Just now, was Sharon snickering?"

Hastur recalled carefully, and it seemed that he did not see Sharon's snickering expression.

"Hey, let's take a bath and relax first, and then think about whether we can come up with the third version of invisibility."

Hastur left the room and headed to the bathroom.

When he came to the mirror and saw his face clearly in the mirror, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly and said, "Miss Sharon, you are quite playful."

I saw that on his handsome face, three black lines were drawn on both cheeks, and the tip of his nose was blackened with ink... It felt like he was drawing cats on other people's faces when he was a child.

Thinking that Sharon had been staring at his face just now and still talking to him calmly, Hasta had to admire Sharon's puppet transformation.

I'm afraid once she is promoted to Sequence 4, the puppet potion in her body will be completely digested, right?

"What a shame..."

Hastur buried his face in the bubbly bathtub.

…

In the next few days, Hastur basically stayed at home to study his third version of the invisibility technique, and at the same time simulated going to the Roselle Memorial Exhibition to steal the Black Emperor's card.

In order not to affect Qilingos' actions, he deliberately postponed this plan for a few days. Only after catching Qilingos at the ball held by Duke Negan, he would find the opportunity to steal the Black Emperor Card.

A house with stables and a garden in Hillston on Saturday.

Zillinges, who had a unique wide chin and dark green eyes, stood in front of the full-length mirror, looking leisurely as he put on a set of clothes that had been taken off the unconscious man on the ground just now. The black glove on his left hand wriggled like digestion.

A few seconds later, Qilinges' body in the full-length mirror shimmered, and his face, muscles, skin, bones, etc. all underwent strange changes.

Before long, his figure and appearance were exactly the same as the man lying on the ground.

A strong nose, sparse eyebrows, slightly droopy cheeks, and light blue eyes, this is his new appearance now.

To be precise, Baron Gramiel.

"The nobles' dance is really exciting. I wonder if the blood of the Loen nobles will be fresher and sweeter than others, or if it will be as dirty and smelly as the pirates on the sea."

Qilingos murmured, break the real Baron Gramir's neck before going out, otherwise wouldn't it be very troublesome if this man suddenly wakes up?

It's better to kill to save trouble.

After all, few things in this world are simpler than killing someone.

People are very fragile, especially ordinary people who cannot master extraordinary power.

A pair of knives and forks, inserted in the right place, can also kill someone.

He never liked things that were too troublesome, and things that could be solved by killing people were just right for him.

In fact, he has always felt that he is very particular about fairness. After all, death is fair to everyone, whether rich or poor.

Queens, Duke Negan's mansion.

The nobles of Loen's upper class brought their wives, female companions, male companions and their children to attend tonight's dance.

Just the carriage parked at the entrance of Duke Negan's villa area can be discharged thousands of meters away. A competent coachman is guarding the carriage, looking at the brightly lit villa area in the distance.

That is not a world they can go to. It is obviously not very far away.

But they did not show any dissatisfaction because of this. Instead, they looked proud, straightened their backs proudly, and stared at every noble who passed by.

After all, they have seen the splendor and luxury of the real upper class society, and they are the group of people closest to them.

Just like the homeless man who makes a living by begging, when talking about the greatness and prosperity of Backlund when facing the refugees who come from outside to beg for a living, he will also straighten his back and be full of pride.