Pokemon's Fifth Elite

Chapter 121

Luther looked at Evergreen. He didn't understand why he couldn't express his anger and didn't feel anxious.

When MinLong tried to forcibly subdue the dream demon, he could clearly feel a fire burning in his heart.

When bossy was aggressive, Lutheran felt very hot and dry. He just wanted to shut his chattering mouth with his fist.

Evergreen clearly disgusted Luther more than the first two people, but Luther just couldn't find the blood.

Evergreen was also confused. He had never seen such a calm person.

After he saw Luther, he reported to his family. Luther didn't even mean to be surprised. He bowed his head and continued to play with his mobile phone.

It was clear that he dominated the pace of the subsequent conversation, but Luther was not particularly impatient. Instead, he really seemed to meet an old friend he hadn't seen for many years again, unfamiliar looking for topics and chatting.

When he spoke of his threat, his confusion turned into deep confusion.

Luther really had no expression, as if hemp clothes and helona, even those passers-by who would be affected, were nothing in his eyes.

He was sure that there was no problem with his news channel. Luther and Ma Yi knew each other very early. They could see this by traveling in groups with each other.

Teaming up in this world means recognizing each other. After all, there are risks in traveling and exploring this world. Teaming up undoubtedly means that both people will never abandon each other when dangerous times come.

Under such circumstances, anyone who faces the moral dilemma of choosing a familiar person or a group of people he doesn't know will be at a loss.

Luther's indifference made evergreen feel very unhappy. He felt a sense of powerlessness, a sense of frustration that he could not see through Luther.

He decided to make another fire.

"Luther, you know, in fact, some people in our organization told me that if the glass bridge was broken, not many people would die on the spot."

"They will fall from the sky with the broken building structure and broken glass. They can think for a while in mid air. Of course, I don't know what they will think in limited time. If possible, I really want to know. But from our perspective, we can probably see the flowers blooming on the ground after they fall. I think it will be very beautiful."

Luther was stunned and shook all over for no reason.

He felt a strange feeling swimming in his heart. It seemed to be the feeling he had just disappeared.

Anxiety, anger and powerlessness are intertwined.

Prompted by this sentence, the huge emotional torrent broke the heavy shackles in Luther's heart, like a flood peak exceeding the threshold breaking the riverbank and roaring.

They passed through an emotional pass that Luther had never used and became a sticky, unpleasant indifference.

Evergreen wanted to say when Luther's gloomy voice came.

"How does it feel to fall to death? You can ask me."

Evergreen looked at Luther blankly.

"When you stand on the edge of the rooftop and look down, you feel that the world has become much smaller. When you open your arms and jump, you seem to be able to embrace the world. When you fall, everything in the field of vision is rapidly retreating back. The feeling of weightlessness will make your brain feel a heavy sense that can't turn around. Then you will begin to recall your Cao egg. In fact, you also come There's no time to recall anything, because soon you'll hear a loud roar. "

Evergreen swallowed his saliva and squeezed his hand with lemonade.

"There's nothing to say after the roar, but at this time, you haven't completely died. You can still think for a while, but you can't hear or see anything. There's an annoying buzzing in your ears. Of course, your eyes may break directly because of the congestion at the moment of landing. In fact, you're no different from the blind. I also feel it There is no pain, because the pain can no longer catch up with the speed at which you lose control of your body. Your brain will desperately send out the last command to all parts of your body, hoping that they will return to work and then enter a silent darkness. "

"Your life is over," Luther said, smiling.

Evergreen looked at the smiling face. A cold breath suddenly covered him. It was like a pair of hands caressing him on his back, which made him shudder.

They looked at each other. Evergreen's mouth was dry for no reason. Trembling, he took a sip of lemonade, but suddenly felt very sour.

"Hahaha... Hahaha, your description really put me on the scene, but we haven't died. It's just your guess." Evergreen's laughter is a little dry.

"It's all right. I have experience in this matter."

Luther also smiled, smiling brightly.

Luther took Evergreen's lemonade, threw away the straw and took a sip.

"I also like this sour feeling. Our tastes look the same."

Evergreen was stunned. At the moment Luther reached out, the communicator was nearby. He wanted to stop Luther's action, but he didn't know why and couldn't move.

"Evergreen, I think my situation is very interesting now."

Interesting?

Evergreen was unable to keep calm. He found that Luther really showed the excitement of children when they saw new toys.

"How interesting?"

"Let's change the situation." Luther smiled and stared at Evergreen. "There is a high-speed train. One person is tied to track a of the train, and five people are tied to the other track. If you pull the pull rod, the five people on track B can be saved when the train changes lanes, but the people on track a will die."

Luther held his chin and stretched his head close to evergreen.

"Here are a few options for you."

"A: pull down the pull rod, save five people and sacrifice one."

"B: without pulling the pull rod, let the train kill five people according to the original route."

"C: rush to the track, sacrifice yourself, force the train to stop, and save everyone."

Evergreen had never heard of such a topic. For a moment, he forgot his conversation with Luther, reversed the dominant power, and thought about it.

He soon found that the problems Luther said were basically similar to the current situation.

"Their life and death have nothing to do with me. Why should I make a choice," said evergreen.

"Do you know what kind of choice I will make?"

"What kind of choice?"

Evergreen realized that this answer was also Luther's attitude towards the current situation.

"I choose D"

Evergreen is confused. Where did d come from?

"D: pull down the pull rod, let the train make a cool 360 degree swing, and then kill them."

"E: pull down the pull rod, take a group photo with the screaming passengers at close range, and try to clap hands with them."

"F: tie the boring philosophy professor who created this dilemma to it, interact with him, and give him the lever."

“G…”

Evergreen looked in horror at Luther, who was talking about all kinds of choices. Luther seemed to be happier and more excited. His eyes were cold and frightening.

Luther, who spoke a lot in one breath, was filled with a frightening sense of strangeness, something that evergreen had never felt in documents and short time together

Luther looked at himself... Like a man tied to a track.

"Evergreen, although I'm sure you've hurt the elves, I still want to know, have you killed anyone?"

"Oleander."

"That doesn't count. She's not dead. It seems that you haven't killed anyone. And your technique is too bad. You like tormenting people so much. I think you should upgrade your technique."

Upgrade technique?

This unusual topic made Wannianqing's mouth dry. He even began to doubt whether he was talking to Luther... Or whether he was a human.

"I happen to have read some books and know a little about this."

"There was a woman named LV pheasant. She didn't like another guy named Mrs. Qi. She cut off her limbs and let her survive after hemostasis treatment and threw her into the toilet to keep her."

"Make a cylindrical iron can that can be closed. Put long nails on the inner cloth. After sending people in, gently close the can. Of course, if you like, you can burn the iron can red. The effect may be better."

"Why are you dissatisfied with this expression? It's all right. I still have here. Make a circular collar with a sharp thorn cast on the side of the collar and put it on the neck of the people you want to kill. They just move around at will, huh?"

Evergreen subconsciously touched his neck. Luther didn't stop. All kinds of torture tools he had never heard of and killing methods constantly impacted Evergreen's thinking.

What people fear most is things beyond their cognitive scope. They break people's original cognition and bring an indescribable fear.

The history of the elf world is too thin. War and conspiracy are a feeling of being petty. People's participation in it is not even as high as that of elves.

Evergreen seemed to be held down by a demon covered in black fog. He wanted to say and do something, but his body didn't listen. He waited until Luther was thirsty and drank a mouthful of lemonade.

"You wasted nearly seven or eight minutes. You don't care whether you live or die in sackcloth?"

Luther raised his mouth and looked at Evergreen with interest: "I thought I told you so much, you would understand what I mean. It seems that you are not smart."

Luther put his hand on the table and leaned against Evergreen's ear.

"Will you blow up when I get near the glass bridge? I want to hear their screams when they fall. I only heard the wind last time. I'm a little sorry."

Evergreen's hand on his knee trembled slightly.

"After the death of Ma Yi, I will be very, very sad. My grief will be noticed by kalunay and helona. They are likely to bear a sense of guilt... You are very experienced. I take advantage of this. Can I succeed? Do you think I have made a lot of money?"

When Luther sat back, evergreen found that the communicator on the desktop was missing.

Luther pinched the button of the communicator and whispered to the inside, "when hemp clothes pass through the glass bridge, do it."

"You're crazy!"

Evergreen shouted out in horror.

The customers around turned their heads, but Luther stood up with a smile, came to evergreen and said to the customers around.

"Sorry, my friend's life is a little depressed recently. He's out of control. Forgive me."

Feeling Luther's hands on his shoulders, evergreen unconsciously remembered the collar Luther said again.

Evergreen is waiting. He doesn't believe in the Lutheran Church and is indifferent. This is Lutheran's trickery.

He doesn't believe Luther. He really doesn't care about life and death in sackcloth!