Blue and White Society Chapter 136: Containment Lost

"I'll give you another chance...David, don't challenge the limits of the nightmare of all beings." Nightmare coaxed.

"Well, I remember." David said, staring at the painting.

In the end, the nightmare did not disturb David as it said, and it was just talking.

Because similar situations have happened countless times, I know David's nightmare very well, and know that David is not a person who will compromise.

It didn't make him go crazy when he was young, and it won't make him crazy now.

David has experienced more serious containment breaches than this. The nightmare also caused a lot of trouble at that time, but David still couldn't kill him.

Right now, Nightmare is just venting her displeasure.

Seeing that David was really angry, he sensibly borrowed the **** to get off the donkey, but he still looked fierce and fierce, maintaining a devil's face.

The members looked at David with concern, but David didn't say a word, and stuffed the nightmare into his mouth indifferently with dead fish eyes, and swallowed it in one gulp.

Then he shook his head and said softly: It's okay.

David knew Nightmare too well, he knew that Nightmare would not be tough with him for too long because of this matter, and Nightmare also knew that he could not give in.

The matter of the back view in the painting was resolved, and a member of the commune took Mo Poor to the bottom floor to replace the member who was feeding gluttonous food there.

Everyone is going to search the containment everywhere to ensure that all escaped containment is re-suppressed.

It seems that the old ghost has explained something, and Mo Poor's curiosity about David was satisfied on the way.

The member said that in the early days David was still afraid of nightmares, but as he grew up, he became less afraid of nightmares and became more aware of the importance of the containment cause.

Finally, at the age of fifteen, David fully realized that he had just finished his life with the nightmare, even if he couldn't get close to others, even if he could only hurt each other with the nightmare, until he died, he would spend his whole life with only this one containment object. Go on, and there will never be any compromise on it.

Nightmare, who has been together day and night, naturally knows David's awakening. Since then, Nightmare has compromised, pinning the hope of escape on the fragile life of human beings who will die sooner or later.

It was also from that year that David officially became a preacher.

"What exactly is an interpreter?" Mo Qiong asked.

"In the Blue and White Society, when the number of expounders was the most, there were no more than twenty, and now there are only nine." The member said.

"Is it because of the rarity of the humanoid containment?" Mo Poor asked.

The member shook his head and said: "No, no, among the interpreters, there are only three human-shaped containment objects, and the other six are normal people. Being an interpreter has nothing to do with whether he is a containment object or not."

"The so-called clarifiers are themselves containment measures for some containment objects. They will spend their entire lives suppressing the containment objects. They are the most trustworthy and respectable containment persons, and their containment beliefs are so firm that they will not be questioned by anyone existence. Each of them can perfectly control themselves, or control the contents they hold. Their lives do not belong to themselves, but to all human beings.”

"The things they contain with them are the enemies of life, and they are also one of the powers they possess. But it is not because they have mastered the power of the contained things that they become interpreters, it is precisely because their beliefs are enough to become The elucidators are recognized and trusted by everyone, and they can safely hand over the contained objects to them for safekeeping and use, so that they can use this power to contain more anomalies, as one of the pillars in the containment business."

"The interpreter shoulders a heavy responsibility and has to bear unimaginable costs, even death, and things heavier than death."

Mo Qiong understands that the power of the contained objects cannot be used casually, nor can anyone use it.

Even if there is no side effect, the person who controls the power of the contained object is an unstable factor.

However, except for the preacher.

They are not only the elite among the elites, they can control the power of the contained objects, and they are more willing to pay everything for the containment, enduring all the pain and price brought by the contained objects.

Ability and belief are indispensable, but it is even more difficult to be recognized by everyone.

After all, this is not talk, it is really put into practice, and stick to it forever.

"Are there only nine people who carry this heavy responsibility?" Mo Qiong thought.

The member laughed and said: "There are many people who bear heavy responsibilities, but they are not necessarily the ones who explain the Tao, but the ones who explain the Tao must be the most respectable."

"David is so young, is he recognized by everyone?" Mo Poor thought of what he said before, David became a preacher at the age of fifteen.

A member said: "David is indeed the youngest preacher in history, but he is a special case, because he does not need to sleep, he spends nearly twice as much waking time as ordinary people, and he is thinking all the time , matured much earlier than other children.”

"He took in Nightmare at the age of ten, became an interpreter at the age of fifteen, and now at the age of twenty-five, he is the mainstay of the Blue and White Society."

Mo Poor thought that this was the case, and he asked why David was able to endure loneliness and pressure when he was so young, suppressing nightmares for a long time, facing many dangers and deaths, and growing up without distorted personality So far, he has become the elite of the elite.

But he forgot, David didn't need to sleep, he was always thinking.

A person who lives nearly twice as long as ordinary people is naturally precocious. The mentality of a ten-year-old is probably equivalent to that of a fifteen or sixteen-year-old child, and at the age of fifteen or sixteen, it is estimated that it is no less than an adult in his twenties.

Now at the age of twenty-five, having experienced the ups and downs of life in the Blue and White Club, coupled with the training of the best educational resources, I don't know how much higher than his peers in terms of mind and experience.

"Since there are many members who are capable and qualified to shoulder heavy responsibilities, why not promote a few more elucidators?" Mo Poor asked.

Since the interpreter is the mainstay, there are only nine in the entire Blue and White Club. Judging from the respectful tone of the members, it seems to be a very high honor or job title.

There are many people who also bear heavy responsibilities, so why are there only nine elucidators? Why are those members who are equally capable and qualified not promoted to elucidators?

In this regard, the member frowned and looked at Mo Poor, then shook his head and said, "Promotion? Is that what you think... Then if you ask this, it can only be said that you still don't understand what an interpreter is."

He didn't seem to be bothered to explain any more, so he didn't say any more.

Mo Poor realizes that he has lost his mind, but he doesn't know why he has lost his mind. Isn't the more expounders the better?

Seeing that the other party didn't want to talk anymore, Mo Poor could only keep silent.

Soon he came to Taotie's pit, and saw Taotie obediently lying inside, eating food fed by a commune member.

"I'll leave it to you." The member said.

Mo Poor looked at the buckets of meat, grabbed a large piece of meat and threw it to Taotie's mouth precisely, and said, "Understood, I know what to do."

The member left after observing for a while. Before leaving, he said: "If you encounter any trouble, you must report it as soon as possible."

Mo Poor nodded his head in response, carrying out this simple task meticulously.

This is really simple for him. Feeding from a high position is much simpler and less labor-intensive. What's more, he still has absolute hits, and he doesn't need to aim.

Mo Poor threw a piece of meat on purpose, and found that as long as it wasn't too far away, the gluttons would bend their necks and eat the meat within one meter.

In this regard, Mo Poor tried to set the landing point somewhere behind the Taotie, and saw the meat being eaten into his stomach, and led the Taotie to take two steps back and stopped at the landing point.

Taotie is addicted to eating meat, and doesn't care about this promotion at all.

"It's really possible..." Mo Poor smiled.

His arrows are unstoppable. If the arrow is broken, the debris will reach the point of impact. If the debris is annihilated into particles, those particles will also reach the point of impact. If the particles are gone, the arrow will The strength will also hit the target.

Undoubtedly, when he aimed at a certain floor behind Taotie, even if the meat was eaten by Taotie, its force would still maintain the initial speed to reach there.

Taotie took Mo Qiong's shot, and the arrow that had been digested in his stomach forced him to retreat violently.

With this hand, even if Taotie runs away again, Mo Poor can throw a lump of meat and forcefully push it back!

Unless the gluttonous meat passes by your mouth and you don't want to eat it, you have to drop it every time you come up.

However, in the face of this monster that caused countless troubles, Mo Poor was still cautious, and it was better to end it safely and quickly than anything else.

However, Mo Poor fed the food for half an hour, and the security blockade was still not over.

"What's going on? Didn't you say that after dealing with Taotie, the rest can be easily solved? Why isn't it over yet?"

Mo Poor looked around, not sure if there would be any strange contained objects popping out suddenly.

In order not to disturb others, he thought that although the old ghost was seriously injured, he was still awake and must be resting now, so he called through the earlobe communicator.

As expected, the old ghost is free, so he directly connected to the channel: "What's the matter, Mo Poor? Are your hands sore? Hold on, there is still the last storage item not found."

He thought Mo Poor was tired. After all, Mo Poor had been in life-and-death crisis several times and had injuries on his body. Even if his heart was twice as strong, he would definitely be exhausted from mechanically throwing meat for half an hour.

"It's okay, I can stick to... er, the last containment?" Mo Poor suddenly felt his heart move.

"Well." The old ghost said: "Beta-509, we have already dealt with the rest and recontained them all, and it is the only one that has not been found. Not surprisingly... it should have escaped from the research institute , everyone is searching the entire Meng Island, if you haven’t found it yet, you can only declare the containment lost, and we’ll talk about it later.”

Mo Poor remained calm, but he knew what β-509 was, it was the fan head that tore his left pectoral muscle.

"So many people can't find it? Is it a good hiding place?" Mo Poor said.

"Hiding? It can be blurred, invisible, and intangible, so it is likely to pass through walls and earth and rocks, and leave the research institute. Only when it attacks, it will appear and have a physical body. By the way , it will attack any creature with weapons, if you don’t have any guns or cold weapons on you now, it won’t attack you, you can deal with Taotie with confidence,” said the old ghost.

Mo Poor was taken aback, no wonder the fan head directly attacked him back then, obviously Xiao Feng was closer to the elevator entrance, but in the end he chose to kill him first, it turned out that it was because he was holding the pistol that Karl gave him.

"Void? Appears instantly when attacking? Is its head a broken electric fan?" Mo Poor said.

"That's right, you met it before? When?" The old ghost asked hastily.

Mo Poor said honestly: "Not long after the containment breach broke out, I don't know the exact time, at the railing of the stairs on the fourth floor, it tore off my left pectoral muscle, and I hit it, and then it left Never met again."

After feeling a long pause on the other side, the old ghost said: "I'm looking for that video, it's not something that knocked it away, as long as you still have a weapon, it won't stop. You must have triggered it Hide the way of life, let it give up and kill you, otherwise you will die early, and your heart will be scratched."

"Is there a way to hide... Is it because I slapped it?" Mo Poor said.

"It's said that the way out is hidden, how do I know? The only way to find it is to bring it back and test it." The old ghost said.

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