Weird Talk Asylum Center

"The clothes suit you very well, was Tian Gou sent away by you?"

Wang Jin looked at the little loli in front of him with a smile, and asked casually.

"Yeah, we can't let him get involved as an ordinary person."

Meng Yu nodded with a helpless expression.

After introducing several people to each other, Wang Jin led them to sit in a corner.

For no other reason, the sight of these people annoyed Wang Jin, who was a bit socially afraid.

One more thing, his Inspiration Alert is minimally responsive here.

This made Wang Jin very worried.

"Wang Jin, they are all looking at me."

Hu Xiaobei patted Wang Jin, and the bell on his ankle jingled with the laughter.

"I'm a beautiful woman, but you always bully me all day, and others would want to hold me in the palm of their hands."

Sticking out his tongue at Wang Jin, Hu Xiaobei seemed a little dissatisfied.

"Ah yes yes yes."

Wang Jin looked at the red mark on his hand bitten by the fox's teeth, and could only nod his head perfunctorily.

I didn't expect this little fox to be quite stinky.

"I don't really like being looked at like this by others, it always feels... weird."

Li Hui's ears were a little red, as if she wasn't used to this feeling.

"Yeah, it's as if you've never seen a woman before."

Meng Yu pouted.

The girl had no companions, so she sat down with Wang Jin and the others.

Coincidentally, Wang Jin also had something to ask her.

"Hey, have you dealt with your dream ability?"

Picking up a small snack from the table, Wang Jin asked casually while eating.

"Yo? Tell me the truth, you are a thief."

Meng Yu raised his eyebrows.

"No, let's chat."

Wang Jin who was seen through hastily smiled.

He didn't expect Meng Yu, who had a loli appearance, to be so cautious.

"Forget it, I'll tell you clearly, anyway, you can see it in a few seconds."

Curling his lips, Meng Yu looked at Li Hui and Hu Xiaobei who looked confused, and explained.

"My dream ability is equivalent to forcibly pulling people into the ghost talk scene without a master."

"Because I am not the owner of the scene, the enhancements I get are not too much."

"When we were on the plane before, Wang Jin had a fight with me, and then found the problem."

After taking a sip of boiled water, Meng Yu continued.

"As the pollution increases over time, the weapons that can be used in the dream world become more and more powerful."

"That creates more variables."

Having said that, the little loli shook her head helplessly.

"So, I chose to increase the concentration of pollution as soon as I came up, and then crush the opponent to death with a large number of weapons."

"what?"

Looking at the ecstatic Meng Yu, Wang Jin couldn't understand.

But if you think about it carefully, this is actually the best way.

Before the other party reacted, he directly opened fire to kill him.

This is very similar to Wang Jin's style.

"Hmm...not a bad idea."

Hu Xiaobei thought for a moment, then gave a thumbs up.

She's not very interested in fighting, but it's okay to listen to it.

"Is it similar to fire coverage?"

Li Hui's eyes lit up and looked at Meng Yu.

"Using machine guns, bazookas, grenades, missiles?"

"Yes."

Meng Yu nodded.

Li Hui's method is the result of her deliberation.

"However, I haven't seen some heavy weapons. It's not easy to imagine..."

"I can!"

Li Hui grabbed Meng Yu's hand with a very excited expression.

"Really? Then please."

Meng Yu happily patted Li Hui, as if he had found a compatriot.

"Oh my God..."

Wang Jin shook his head.

He was afraid that some unlucky guy would meet Meng Yu after being influenced by Li Hui.

"Being crippled by bombing is light."

Shaking his head, Wang Jin came to a conclusion.

"Cough cough cough... Plop!"

While Wang Jin was chatting with them, someone in another corner of the restaurant suddenly coughed violently twice and fell to the ground without moving.

Wang Jin knew that this was one of the manifestations of being polluted, and it was the luckiest one.

Pollution is directly applied to inspiration, which is equivalent to throwing paint into clear water.

The more water there is, the more pigments it can withstand without discoloration, so Wang Jin is not too worried about this.

Of course, if there is almost no clear water, the influence of the pigment on it will not be that great.

After all, it won't melt away at all.

So Li Hui's resistance in this area is also very high.

As for Hu Xiaobei, she herself is a strange story and a kind of paint.

The only way to influence her is to let the darker pigments swallow her.

"It's so miserable."

Looking at the young man lying on the ground, Wang Jin muttered softly.

The next second, a stretcher carried him out.

The meal stopped for a moment and then started again, as if people didn't see what happened just now.

Everyone knows that the assessment has begun.

Hmm... maybe not everyone.

"Brother! That man suddenly fell to the ground!"

Liu Er tugged on Liu Da's sleeve with a look of horror.

"Don't make any noise, I suspect it's because of our eyes."

Liu Da shook his head and continued.

"Didn't you see, there are so many people in the restaurant, we just found out, I suspect this is some kind of strange talk attack."

"Eh? Is that so?"

"Yes."

Liu Da nodded seriously, with a flash of excitement in his eyes.

"On such a formal occasion, only the two of us discovered the ghost talk attack. Do you know what this means?"

Touching the hammer on his waist, Liu Da said softly.

"It means that we are going to stand out."

Liu Er nodded with a half understanding, then frowned and started to guard.

"Hmm... where does the pollution come from?"

With nothing to do, Wang Jin began to observe the decoration of the restaurant.

The ground is covered with high-grade mahogany floors, and there are various abstract paintings on the walls, which looks very high-end.

The piano in the corner looked expensive, and the food served by the waiters was delicious.

If he didn't know that those people fell to the ground because of pollution, Wang Jin would even subconsciously think that they had food poisoning.

The old-fashioned chandelier above his head was shining brightly. To Wang Jin's surprise, there was actually a candle burning in the middle of the chandelier.

"Pollution comes from candles."

Nodding his head, Wang Jin looked away.

After all, it is the governing bureau, and it is impossible to waste anything.

In his eyes, the seemingly superfluous candle was emitting pollution at this moment, and the concentration was very high.

Therefore, people who are closer to it will be infected more quickly.

This is why Wang Jin followed the inspiration warning and stayed away from the chandelier.

"It's quite dangerous."

Wang Jin rubbed his chin and muttered softly.

"Large ghost talk organizations will have drugs or devices to purify pollution, which is very safe."

"Except for the suffering of the process of being polluted, there is nothing else."

Seemingly seeing Wang Jin's concerns, Li Hui explained in a low voice.

"That's it."

Wang Jin nodded, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Don't worry, just run away if you can't, the company won't blame you."

Hu Xiaobei patted Wang Jin on the shoulder.