Voice actor transformation system

"Ordinary people? Sir, whose position are you speaking from?" 99 Lin asked back, and the words used by the other party were condescending.

He turned around and saw the color of the chess pieces represented by Gogol. Logically speaking, the color of the golden general’s chess pieces should be the same as that of Fyodor, but in his eyes it was a gray color.

99 Lin's eyes flickered slightly, and the position of the white-haired magician is worth exploring.

If the super-reasoning guess is correct, one of the prerequisites for Fyodor’s ability to activate is to admit his own crimes. Due to insufficient information, it is temporarily impossible to determine whether the inner confession package is not included, and 99 Lin tends to include it.

No matter from which angle you look at it, this can be regarded as a very sinister trigger condition. No one has never done anything wrong, and it is impossible for someone to truly achieve spiritual detachment, so that everyone in the world will move forward with guilt.

Under Fyodor's scheming, if he hadn't locked the disturbing past in the memory palace in time just now, he would not be able to say those indifferent words without any fluctuations in his heart.

99 Lin glanced around vaguely, and there were at least five monitors hidden in the room.

Mr. Kim Jiang openly admitted his crimes in front of Fyodor. Is this voluntarily handing over his life to the Russians?

Does the magician know Fyodor's abilities?

No, leaking the preconditions of this triggered ability would be meaningless, and unlikely.

Then if the two are close companions...

Hiss—it sounded particularly uncomfortable on Fyodor.

99 Lin was frightened by his own thoughts and shuddered.

"As a normal person, it is very common to feel guilty about taking other people's lives." Gogol described himself as an ordinary person with the exaggerated expressiveness unique to magicians.

No matter how you look at it, the corners of your mouth are always raised, which looks weird.

The cloak and the red pom-poms adorning the ends of his hair dangled in the air as he made dramatic, dramatic movements.

99 Lin's eyes were drawn to him unconsciously.

Then he heard Gogol's clear voice.

"Ask, what is the way to break the emotional prison of guilt?" The magician was curious about his indifferent posture, which was clearly not written in the materials.

99 Lin glanced at Gogol's gorgeous costume between a clown and a magician, and "Super Reasoning" found a secret door leading to Fyodor from the magician's fiery eyes.

According to the details he observed, he pieced together the image of Gogol.

The magician in front of him is like a shooting star shining across the sky. His exaggerated dress and behavior are undoubtedly contrary to the world. What is the burning life to pursue?

Originally, 99 Lin was not sure what Gogol was persistently pursuing, but the word "cage" mentioned by the other party happened to reveal the key puzzle that constitutes the core of Gogol's image-freedom.

A cage means being bound, and Gogol said in words that he believes that emotion is a kind of shackle, an existence that imprisons him.The opposite of bondage is freedom.

So he imitated the thinking of a magician, and responded to Gogol's answer with Gogol's answer.

"My method is tricky, it's worthless. If you really want to say that the only way to break through the shackles of the cage in the world... then it can only be death. Before being caught by emotions, you can get rid of the body that dominates the mind in time and truly reach the soul. free."

"Whoa - annoying answer."

Gogol was obviously pleasantly surprised by his answer, but let go of his hand in despair. The reaction of a magician cannot be easily predicted.

The white hair on the forehead hangs down, casting shadows on Gogol's golden pupils, covering up the instant sparks in his eyes.

Interesting person!

Besides Fei Jia, the second person who understands his pursuit of freedom like a bird.

"It's my turn, ask—"

99 Lin secretly crushed the bug that he had just touched from the back of the table, and approached the magician with a few steps.Gogol didn't even hide, and watched his movements with great interest.

99 Lin stood on tiptoe, avoiding the bug and whispered in the magician's ear, "Did you know that just now, if Fyodor was willing, he could have killed you who confessed his guilt without accident?"

A trace of cunning flashed across his eyes. The triggering condition of Fyodor's supernatural ability was his guess based on super-reasoning observations.

Gogol's pupils constrict, he has always wanted to inquire about his best friend's supernatural powers, but so far he has found nothing... Is it really as the young man said?

But immediately, his will to burn with anger, is this questioning his friendship with Fei Jia?

Gogol followed his free will and was about to attack the blond youth.

"Theorld." 99 Lin caught his attacking tendency, started and stopped, and took advantage of the trend to crush the bugs in the room one by one.

However, 99 Lin didn't know that 30 meters away, Fyodor took off the miniature earphones at the first second of the time stop and put them aside.

The black-haired Russian watched with satisfaction as the situation developed as he expected, and counted seconds softly, "Five, six..."

When counting to the seventh second, time resumed flowing, and at this time, 99 Lin just solved all the bugs.

Beside Fyodor, in the tape recorder playing the same tape as the hut, the second act of the overture experienced a stormy climax through repeated repetitions.

At that time, he wrote for Gogol and 99 Lin, and the climax that will be staged in the hut - Gogol "betrayed" himself and brought 99 Lin in front of him.

And what will Gogol do once he realizes that he made the decision he expected?

Gogol would question whether his choice followed the soul, and he couldn't tolerate himself as a "best friend" having his life taken away by others.

Fyodor couldn't wait to see the second betrayal of the counter-rebels, and the distorted moment when 99 Lin's face turned from joy to consternation.

But a hunter needs patience, he has to wait, just a little while.

in the hut.

99 Lin asked, "What is your definition of freedom?"

Gogol blinked, and double-checked the position of the blond youth in an instant like magic.

After listening to the question, he ignited his curiosity, tapped his brain, and replied, "This is a humid and warm cage. I am looking for a way to escape from it, a way to break free from the thread of fate woven by the gods."

After listening to his words, 99 Lin really understood that Gogol's pursuit is a paradox.

Undoubtedly, he wanted freedom, but freedom was defined by the brain he was trying to get rid of.

"You can't do it," he said, pulling out his chair and sitting where Fyodor had been.

"Material determines consciousness. Hundreds of millions of brain cells form your free will. The body you break free is the existence that constitutes your thinking, and the freedom you pursue has never existed."

——99 Lin really wanted to break the fulcrum of Gogol's existence, but he didn't say it.

He lowered his eyelids, as if he had lost interest, and said lazily, "You can't even escape the guilt of killing people. The moment you came here to help Fyodor, you were already dominated by emotions."

"No, it's me. Every decision is made by 'I'." Gogol coldly emphasized, "Freedom is a bird that soars in the sky without being bound by gravity. The low-level regulations that follow the scriptures cannot convince me."

"I'm curious about your relationship with Fyodor." 99 Lin ignored his words and asked curiously, holding his chin.

As if the glass beads aimed at the light suddenly brightened, Gogol's eyes lit up, and he sighed, "That's my best friend, my only bond, and as long as (kill him)..."

"As long as you kill him, you will be free forever." 99 Lin felt amused and whispered.

He could understand Gogol but could never agree.

Being pointed out one step ahead of time, Gogol looked at him with gentle eyes that made hair stand on end.

The magician murmured softly, "Yes, if I kill Fei Jia, I will be free from the emotional brainwashing, and we will become free birds together."

"There is one thing I haven't explained yet." 99 Lin looked up at him, "Friendship should be equal, but you and Fyodor are no longer equal."

"As I said before, your 'best friend' can kill you anytime he wants.

You are conditioned unilaterally, imprisoned even in death in affiliation.

The me who has no sense of guilt in your mouth and is duplicity in appearance is the one who is truly free and has the freedom to belong to life from Fyodor. "

Realizing that what he said was probably true, Gogol's eyelashes trembled slightly.

"You want me to take you to Fei Jia." Gogol was also unambiguous, directly pointing out his intention.

"Not at all."

As he spoke, 99 Lin glanced at the chessboard, and found Pushkin who was moving precisely in the direction of Fyodor, and instantly found himself in the fog.

Did Pushkin really lead Zhongyuan Zhongya to Fyodor under his guidance?

Even if Gogol betrayed Fyodor as he wished, wouldn't it be out of the opponent's plan?

Maybe when he thought he was starting to break things, things were going according to Fyodor's plan...

So where is the real solution?

99 Lin turned to Gogol, who was in motion, replaced himself in Fyodor's role and began to simulate reasoning.

How to maximize the benefits in the case of Pushkin?

Let Zhongyuan Zhongye and himself eat into a coma!

Seeing Pushkin getting closer to Fyodor, 99 Lin thought of something and laughed.

He put forward an idea and asked Gogol, "If there is a possibility in front of you, the possibility of dying with Fyodor, would you like to hear my thoughts?"

99 Lin gave up all inductive speeches, and gave Gogol enough freedom to make a choice.

Hearing this, the white-haired magician's heart was pounding. Just fantasizing about turning into a bird with his best friend, he couldn't help but want to go out into the sun, into the noisy crowd, and tell everyone enthusiastically.

"I want to kill Fei Jia with my own hands." Gogol slowly leaned down, aiming his golden pupils at 99 Lin's equally golden eyes, and said word by word.

99 Lin shrugged and said lightly, "No one can guarantee that Fyodor can be killed, otherwise you and I would not meet here."

"Take me to see Fyodor." He stretched. "You will make your own decision then."

99 Lin thought, that would be romantic enough, a quixotic way to die.

Fyodor would not like it.