Xingtie: Starting from the Cloud Five period

March 7th didn't notice any momentum.

On the contrary, if Uncle Yang hadn't known that this man was highly suspicious, she would have been very wary of him. She thought this man looked quite gentle.

“Uncle Yang, what do you think?” She turned her head and asked Walter.

Walter, Walter doesn't want to comment on anything.

He tightened his grip on the cane and asked calmly, "What's next?"

The next step is to choose a person, put yourself in the perspective of Rakshasa, and judge what he has done.

That is to say, temporarily transform into a Rakshasa.

There was no way Walter would consider this.

Jiang Yuan still thinks it would be more interesting to let San Yueqi take over - otherwise there would be several missing famous scenes, which would be such a pity.

"You're a detective, I'll leave it to you," he said to March 7.

"Okay, leave it to our great detective!"

San Yueqi responded proudly and tapped the panel in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the image of Rakshasa disappeared.

In other words - he appeared at March 7th's position, and March 7th's figure really disappeared.

"Little March?"

Walter called out to "Rakshasa" tentatively.

"Rakshasa" lowered his head to take a look at his current appearance, and raised his hand to touch his long golden hair.

"it's me."

He opened his mouth, and the voice that came out was that of Rakshasa, but in the tone of March Seventh.

"wrong."

He changed his tune again.

Under Walter's increasingly complicated gaze, "Rakshasa" raised his hands and clasped them across his chest.

"Now, I am a Rakshasa!"

The voice was brisk, the tone lively—but it was in the Rakshasa's own voice.

"Cough, cough, cough, cough, cough!" Walter suddenly burst into a violent cough.

He raised his hand to cover his mouth, and at the same time blocked the twitching corners of his mouth.

The corners of Jiang Yuan's mouth slowly opened up.

[…? ]

[Rakshasa, what’s wrong with you? Rakshasa!]

〔Hahahahahahaha! 〕

[Interesting, very interesting!]

[Is Luosha really not in the group? Can we invite him in? Tag Jingliu.]

[I'll ask again.]

〔Don’t forget to bring this live broadcast recording.〕

[If I really bring him along, it would be strange if Luosha would agree to join the group.]

[Jiang Yuan, is this your purpose?]

[Constrain yourself a little, the corners of your mouth are about to fly up to the sky and stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun.]

[I'm sorry, no matter who Luosha is, I can't forget what he said when I saw him.]

[Correction, it was not him who said that, it was March 7th who said that.]

[But the image is his image, and the voice is his voice.]

[Can he ask March 7 for copyright fees?]

[Paimon, have you forgotten the copyright fee?]

[If you want copyright fees, you have to wait until he is released from prison and sees this video.]

[Huh? What prison?]

[Have you already sent the person to prison?]

[Not yet, but they are sending people to arrest him, and he is not resisting.]

[So you're heading to the Prison like Mirror Flow?]

"Uncle Yang? Are you okay?"

"Rakshasa" looked at Walter, who reacted violently, with concern.

Walter, who had finally stopped coughing, heard the voice from Uncle Yang of "Rakshasa". He couldn't catch his breath and started coughing again.

"Ahem, I'm fine."

He wanted San Yue Qi to get down to business and stop staring at this face and saying such weird things.

"Go on with your analysis." He waved his hand.

"Okay." Sanyueqi nodded and turned around. "Let me think about it. This place is too small. He should go through the door in front."

She took two steps forward and saw the lock on the door.

"Since I was able to bring in the star core, a door lock is definitely not a problem for me!"

Walter took a deep breath and gave up.

He gave up hope.

San Yueqi has already put herself in Luosha's perspective, but her tone is very different from that of Luosha.

With the appearance of a Rakshasa, no matter what he said, it couldn't be normal.

Looking at Jiang Yuan who was almost laughing out loud, he obviously had no intention of dissuading San Yue Qi.

What could Walter do?

"You don't seem to be fully involved in the story." Jiang Yuan said with a smile, "Change your name?"

In order to prevent Uncle Yang from being so upset that he misses subsequent events, Jiang Yuan feels that he still needs to exercise some control.

"I just said it by accident."

March 7 said embarrassedly.

"Rakshasa" cleared his throat and his tone became more serious.

"Who can be stopped by a lock of this caliber?"

When March Seven tried hard to restrain his personality and act like a bad guy, the tone of "Rakshasa" changed even more.

The voice that sounded like the one next door or the other next door or the other next door was much calmer, but inexplicably more casual and disdainful, with the aura of a villain.

[Oh! It's getting ugly!]

[Ayaka, has Ayato ever spoken in this tone?]

[Brother...he never said that to me.]

[It has a bit of a bad taste!]

[This is interesting... Jingliu, did you bring in Rakshasa?]

〔He hasn't replied to me yet.〕

[Okay, I'll arrange the screen recording first.]

Walter tried to ignore the tone of "Rakshasa": "So, what will he do after passing through that door?"

He asked the question in all seriousness.

San Yue Qi directly put himself in Luosha's shoes and talked to himself in his tone: "Is this where the star core will be handed over?"

Rakshasa said as he walked through the door in front of him.

Behind the door there is a path leading to nowhere.

"He" walked forward, and Walter and Jiang Yuan naturally followed behind him.

The journey was smooth.

Walter has tried his best to analyze what happened.

"He'll spend two hours here, it can't be this smooth."

"That makes sense." Sanyueqi clicked twice on his panel.

Several demonic beings suddenly appeared and surrounded them.

"Ahhh, you don't look like a good person. I will destroy you in the name of justice!"

One of the demonic bodies made a sound.

"Can the demonic body speak?" Walter said with a calm tone.

In this situation, the fact that the demonic body can speak seems insignificant.

“I didn’t make any arrangements.”

"Rakshasa" turned his head in confusion.

"I did it." Jiang Yuan raised his hand.

"You stole my lines!" San Yue Qi also arranged lines for the monster, but Jiang Yuan got there first.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

"it is good!"

San Yueqi quickly reached an agreement with Jiang Yuan.

Then he turned around and said, "Should I really hit them?"

"Hit!" Jiang Yuan waved his fist, "This way it will be more realistic."

"Okay." "Rakshasa" touched the weapons on his body and took out a sword. "Hey, I don't know how to use a sword."

"He" said embarrassedly.

"Use a sword? What kind of sword?" Jiang Yuan shook his head repeatedly, "Feel what's behind you and swing it to smash it!"