Chapter 408 The Struggle Before Death

What is happening now is, if not outrageous, extremely ridiculous.

The cornerstone of gold dust was placed here by Sunday himself, intending to use it as evidence to slap Gold Dust in the face when he tried to deceive with his clever tricks.

Now, it was Sunday that felt uneasy.

Being able to take away the cornerstone silently right under his nose meant that the murderer had the means to ignore all the family's defense measures.

The multi-folded dreams, the special memory beacons, and the prevention mechanisms that would be automatically triggered without permission were all meaningless in this person's eyes.

This time, the cornerstone was taken away. What about next time? Quietly placing an imaginary bomb that could blow up the entire Pinocchio at the Harmony Festival? Or before the arrival of the chorus, secretly placing a noise jammer on the instrument of each family member, it seems not impossible.

For the first time, Sunday felt the danger. As long as the Harmonious Ceremony was held smoothly, his family and he would naturally have the "means" to solve all problems, but now was not the time.

The annoying gambler now had an ambiguous smile on his face, and his calmness, which had completely disappeared, returned to his lips again.

"Oh, Master, I didn't expect you to have the habit of collecting coins. If you are really interested, I can show you my collection."

"enough."

The situation has reversed. How could Sunday not know that the guy in front of him has read the key information from his face.

Now is no longer the best time to interrogate Sha Jin.

"Mr. Gold Dust, don't forget that the radiance of harmony in you still exists. Sweet words and flattery cannot prolong your clown-like performance. Take your cheap gem and enjoy the last days of your life."

He was intimidating without being angry. Even if the cornerstone disappeared before his eyes, Sunday had to maintain the posture of a superior, even though what awaited him next were questioning and doubts from the top family members.

It’s not that he didn’t doubt the gold dust in front of him, but, let alone now, even the gold dust that had been the cornerstone on his body at the beginning did not have the ability to change its shape and appearance in front of him.

This ability is more like the Masked Fool's signature skill. In an instant, a woman wearing a red and white fox mask appeared in Sunday's mind.

"Is it her? No, she has no position to go against the family. After all..."

While thinking, Sunday glanced at Latio beside him without leaving a trace.

He was able to discover the conspiracy of the gold sand carrying the second cornerstone with the help of this professor.

At this moment, Latio looked at the two round gold coins on the table with a look that was very wrong.

Because, in his pocket, there was also something that was almost exactly the same in size and material.

Except for the red fool's mask on the gold coin.

"Yao Luo, I have this name in my memory, but I can't remember the scene of meeting him. What's wrong? My memory..."

Latio was thoughtful, and with his sharp mind, he seemed to have realized part of the truth.

Sha Jin, who was standing aside, picked up the bag of gift money on the ground with a smile under Sunday's murderous eyes. Compared with the important cornerstone, this little money was so insignificant in Pinocchio, where the average consumption per capita was several million credit points.

Of course, more than 90% of this consumption level is contributed by the famous dignitaries and business tycoons in the galaxy.

At this moment, his life has been put in shackles and entered the countdown that can be counted on the clock, but in Sha Jin's heart, there is an indescribable joy.

This kind of pleasure was not because of the humiliation on Sunday, nor because of Yao Luo's help to him, but a simple, natural pleasure of achieving the goal.

The reason why he rejected Yao Luo was simple. Even if Yao Luo didn't ask him to do it, he would still burn the city to ashes!
"Mother, sister, Mother Earth, bless me."

With his head held high and chest puffed out, ignoring the pain in his head that seemed to be exploding, Sha Jin walked out of Chaolu Mansion.

The starry sky above my head is like a shy gauze at night, hiding this beautiful dream that is about to collapse under a layer of ice called "lies".

On the streets and alleys, dream builders hiding in the dark are doing their best to maintain the stability of the dream world.

Because, in the great battle between the envoys, both Huang Quan and Yao Luo have the ability to easily leave irreparable scars in the dream space. It would be more accurate to say that the fact that Yao Luo and Huang Quan have not yet blown up the entire Pinoconi star is already beyond Sha Jin's expectations.

Around Chaolu Mansion, the dreamers who usually had hedonistic and syrupy dreams, more or less, also noticed that something was wrong.

But those who live a life of drunkenness and dreams don't care at all.

Even if they were killed by a meteorite falling from the sky in the next second, they probably would not give up the drink in their mouth.

The longer you stay in the dreamland, the more the boundary between life and death becomes blurred. The time in reality becomes less and less, and the time in dreams becomes more and more.

The battle between Yaoluo and Huangquan has made Suleda sell better. "What a irony..."

Sha Jin, who had a splitting headache, looked at the mocking scene in front of him with a smile on his face.

"Why, gambler, have you given up completely?"

Latio's voice sounded from behind Shajin, still with his usual indifferent attitude.

"Professor, there are some things you should explain to me."

Holding his head, Shajin looked at Latio with an unhappy expression.

"Just now in the mansion, that bastard with feathers on his head was able to see through my plan. I think you played a role in this, right?"

"Yeah, that's right."

Incredibly, Latio openly admitted that he and Sunday had reached some kind of cooperation agreement.

"You bastard!"

Seeing that there was no trace of shame on Latio's face, even Sha Jin, who had always remained rational, showed a hint of anger on his face.

"So what? Have I ever said that I will stand by your side unwaveringly? With an ally like Lingshi, why don't you ask him to help you remove that annoying black magic? That way, you can die more easily."

Latio waved his hand, and although he was harsh in his words, he told the current situation of the gold dust.

The baptism of "harmony" will always be rooted in Sha Jin's mind, grinding every inch of his nerves into powder and then recombining them into the appearance of "harmony".

By then, whether the original gold sand still exists or not will not be something that others can know.

After all, whenever someone asks, "Is there anyone who joined the "family" and then quit?"

The family spokesperson would smile his trademark smile and answer, “Never.”

What was previously considered a joke has now really taken root in Sha Jin's mind, and it's not a pleasant feeling.

"Ding!"

The golden coin drew a charming trajectory in the air and fell from Latio's hand into Shajin's hand.

Almost instinctively, Sha Jin caught the coin.

"Here, I have no use for gamblers' stuff. I'll leave it to you when you're really desperate. Toss a coin and solve the problem. Does that fit your personality?"

As he spoke, Latio also handed Shajin a scroll with the owl seal printed on it.

"Why, last words for me?"

Sha Jin played with the coins in his hand. At the end of his life, the gambler was still joking.

"I guess so. Just consider it as my doctor's advice to you. If you can't hold on any longer, just open it."

An unknown emotion flashed in Latio's eyes. Although he never spoke well of Sha Jin, he never gave Sha Jin any guidance.

"Well, if I still have the strength to open it by then."

With a forced smile on his lips and a wave of his hand, Sha Jin dragged his staggering steps, holding the few things in his hands, and walked away.

Looking at Gold Dust's miserable appearance, Latio hesitated for a moment, but ultimately said nothing.

A gambler will only fall into the deepest madness just before he is about to achieve the greatest victory.

In the distance while the two were talking, a purple night thrush that had appeared there at some point in time was looking down at everything happening below with its vertical pupils.

Whether it was Latio and the gold dust or the revelry of the people of Pinocchio, every corner, every detail, the entire Pinocchio, were reflected in the waves as calm as water.

Among them, the dreamlike spiritual ripples and the mark of "harmony" in Sha Jin's mind.

same.

(End of this chapter)