Crunch - crunch -

The clockwork rotates, the magic light flashes, and the light blue magic pattern emerges from the palm of Houston's hand. In his hand is a badge with the pattern of "Dream Value Division" printed on it, old and rusty. There is a badge on the back of the badge.

As long as the magic power is poured into the clockwork, its entire texture can be filled with it, making it sparkle.

This is the tradition of the Dream Division in the past, and this is the belief of the Dream Division. Unfortunately, the Dream Division is not as rich as it used to be, and this aging beast can no longer produce such sophisticated instruments.

"Huh..." Houston blew lightly, brushed off the dust on the surface, and brushed it with his left hand. The badge suddenly became as new as the day it left the factory.

His eyes were half-open and half-closed, focusing in a daze, as if he was thinking about something. The look in his eyes returned to solidity, and Houston's pupils reflected the light blue reflection of the seal, and his lips couldn't help but tighten.

Immediately, he left his seat and slapped the badge in his hand on the table. Magic power surged in his hand. In an instant, the badge perfectly matched the wooden color of the desk, and there was no difference at all.

Opening the wooden door and humming a tune, Houston's steps were light, his eyes moved around in the corridor, and the corners of his mouth curled up. He stepped onto the steps paved with red blankets, walked through the winding stairs, and reached a room on the second floor.

Halls and rooms appeared before our eyes.

He knew Sheldon was in the lounge because it was Houston who asked him to come, and Sheldon simply agreed. Maybe he just thought Houston was a "kind" lunatic.

"Ha..." He lowered his throat and let out a chuckle.

There was only one person in the room, the chandelier was not turned on, and there was only one candle on the table, half burning and half extinguished. The wax slid down with a soft beeping sound, like a half-dead woman crying. The dim candlelight trembled, walking in Houston

It became even weaker under the breeze brought by the entrance.

"Hello, No. 1." Houston's expression remained normal, looking straight ahead, without even looking at him, "What's the matter?"

"Haha..." Houston sneered, "As comprehensive transaction processing consultants, we have many similarities."

"I know you were my last consultant." Sheldon clasped his hands together, took a deep breath, held it in his throat, and finally exhaled it slowly.

"hehe......"

"I'll only do it for two years." Sheldon added, "Then I'll leave. It's a pity that I ran into such a mess."

The other person's breath froze.

At this time, Sheldon's eyes were drawn to Houston. If he were an ordinary person, he would have been made hair stand on end. Unfortunately, Houston, who turned a blind eye to all this, would never do this. He just continued

Smiling and looking at him.

"I want to collect everyone's magic power." Houston broke the ice and opened the first and last topic.

"Why."

"You know that, don't you?"

"No need, because no one would use this method to kill people." Sheldon responded without thinking. He had to let Houston give an answer that he thought was reasonable.

"Of course. Take me for example." Houston grinned wildly, "I'm very good at doing these things."

"You are seeking death." Sheldon's voice was cold and stern, "Although you are seeking death yourself."

"Indeed." Houston said seriously, "I am looking for death myself, but after my death, you won't be much better off."

"No." Sheldon swallowed, turned to face Houston and said, "This dream world is very small."

"Of course this dream world is very small! But... it's very simple to do some deception. The two of us can definitely do it, can't we." Houston tilted his head and said in a casual tone, "But, you have yourself

My son, and my wife and son are dead."

"This is not something you should be proud of." Sheldon felt a knot of nausea in his heart.

"Of course not. I can do it without any scruples. I have no care at all." His tone was so serious that Sheldon couldn't help but feel a little shaken.

The light blue ball of light rose from the palm of Houston's hand, spun around, and finally flickered in front of Sheldon, then returned to his body and merged into one.

"This is my magic power. You can verify it later." Houston's smile was harmless and warm.

"I'll take a wisp." Sheldon stretched out his right index finger and finally agreed to his proposal, "I will analyze it myself."

"It doesn't matter." Houston nodded, "So, next, where is your sincerity?"

"I won't make trouble unreasonably." Sheldon said with a smile.

Immediately, he also stretched out his hand and drew a small circle in the air with his fingertips. The dim but clear trickle of magic power was like a circle of ants. Although it was tiny, it was still crawling there firmly.

"Very good." Houston nodded with satisfaction, his face relaxed, and he smiled, "Then, I wish you a happy life. After all, there are still enough empty rooms."

The length of the corridor is gradually shortening as the number of guest rooms decreases. It used to take two minutes of brisk walking to walk from beginning to end, but now it only takes one and a half minutes. The number of guest rooms has been reduced by a quarter.

"No. 1." Sheldon finally called back to the unpredictable man in front of him, "What exactly do you want to do?"

I saw Houston casually flicking the magic power he took from Sheldon with his fingertips, leaning against the door lintel, casually raising his eyebrows and saying: "My goal has always been clear, just like you thought. I didn't have it in the first place.

No worries, right?"

For an instant, Sheldon's Adam's apple twitched in panic and his pupils were blank. But soon, he adjusted his condition and put on a poker face.

"Haha... we did all this in private. Unless you tell it, no one will know." Houston simply turned back and left calmly, leaving Sheldon at a loss.

Houston was preparing his plan. Now, the most critical part was over. He ran downstairs, his breathing became faster and more excited. The trickle of magic in Houston's hand seemed to become thicker, and in the

His index finger rotated and trembled happily, throwing out spots of light composed of magic power, and finally dissipated reluctantly in the air.

He pushed open the door he had walked out of before, the smile on his face became more ferocious, and dark green light could not be restrained from spraying out from his pupils.

Houston made a throwing gesture with his left hand, and the small ring composed of Sheldon's magic followed his palm obediently.

【In my name!】

He suddenly threw out his left hand, and his right hand came forward at the same time. A layer of light gray light curtain spread out in the palm of his hand, and he steadily caught the thrown magic circle. It was like a stone caught on the cloth, this light curtain

It actually folded left and right under Houston's control, wrapping and binding the ring in all directions!

[Analysis, dissociation, reconstruction]

【Exploring the original authenticity】

【Everything is replaced】

【With our power】

【Anyone can copy】

Bang! There was a heavy muffled sound! But the ring in the sky no longer rotated at this time. It seemed to have a shape, like a real iron ring. Houston sprayed a burst of magic up again, thanking the person in front of him for this.

Add some spice to the symbol of Dalton.

Immediately, this solid and powerful light circle was crushed into powder under Houston's special care, and it danced wantonly in the gray light curtain that had been specially wrapped before.

"Haha...haha!" He smiled openly.

Houston slapped his right hand hard on the table, and the badge that had lost its magic power immediately flew up and was easily caught by him. His index finger pecked at the magic power in the air, and the particles immediately obeyed and flew out of the light curtain according to his will.

, eventually winding and circling around his fingertips.

【Simulation starts】

For some reason, the magic power in Houston's hands suddenly increased, and it was no different from cotton that had been fluffed with hands.

More and more, more and more, more and more, until it fills the whole room! Now Houston is surrounded by Sheldon's magical brilliance, warm but suffocating.

With a snap of his fingers, Houston raised his eyebrows frivolously and threw up the badge in his hand. Like a hungry beast, the badge was greedily grabbing Sheldon's magic spot in the air.

It's gone, nothing is gone. The room was filled with Houston's exhausted hiss. Other than that, nothing else mattered. It was as if the magic had been wiped away by an invisible hand, as if it had never existed.

"Ah——!!!!" screamed in fear!

Houston turned his head stiffly, put the badge back on his chest, and strode out of the door. He saw everyone rushing towards the ajar door with a clear purpose.

Houston was the first to reach out and push inward.

In the room of No. 14, No. 7 was seen lying on the ground, unaware of life or death. No. 14 himself was the source of the previous scream, and it seemed that he wanted to prove his innocence.

"Oh~ it seems very clear..." Houston squinted his eyes and smiled leisurely, showing a trace of cunning and joy, and the badge on his chest shone brightly.
Chapter completed!