The so-called qte mode is to stimulate one's brain potential through special methods, so that one's own dynamic vision, calculation speed, nerve reflex and other abilities can be instantly increased to the limit. ↑, creating an illusion that the time flow rate becomes slower.

Then in this mode, fight, evacuate and other operations.

Of course, qte mostly refers to those high-concentration games that require slaughtering brain cells and killing good eyesight. Children who are more powerful in playing this type of game are basically divided into two categories except for those who are intuitive and sensible players:

cec (congenitales private veconentretion congenital excess concentration) and cdf (conentration d day ving free acquired excess concentration)

Among them, the representative figures of Cec (congenital over-concentration) are the male protagonist of "Assassin League", while the representative figures of CDF (acquired over-concentration) are the female protagonist of "The Moment of the Fate of the Round Dance".

However, as a congenital disease, most patients are similar to atypical autism or Asperger's disease. This group of people lack communication skills, some brain functions have not been activated or fully activated, and instead doubling other functional areas of the brain work. Therefore, patients with CEC have a high probability of having too ordinary concentration on a special project, but are basically lonely and autistic, and accompanying Xiao Zuo and Xiao You for the rest of their lives.

Therefore, people who envy Cec (congenital over-concentration) patients' extraordinary abilities and fear the side effects of Cec patients' lifelong companionship, developed CDF (acquired over-concentration).

cdf, which is different from cec's natural ability. cdf has similar effects to cec, but the process is completely opposite. Through hard training, they have achieved the ability to control their concentration as they wish. Instead of calling cdf an acquired excess of concentration, they are more willing to call it cdf (conentration d-day ving free concentration operation)

Let’s stop here for now. In short, this is a very practical skill. Because it is a magical ability developed by the goddess of wisdom Athena for the brain, the demons of the Sauron continent do not know this move. Moreover, compared to the development of the brain, the demons pay more attention to destructive power and physical fitness.

By the way, Kratos, the head of the Six Saints, heard that he played this trick so hard that he could fly. With one qte combo, few opponents could survive.

However, as a skill similar to a trump card, the side effects are still a bit, that is, the head will fall into a dizzy overdraft state based on the use time. Just like opening the base lock in the infinite horror, you will always feel a little uncomfortable after the first experience...

With difficulty tying his hands on the edge of the train, Green was in this first (empirical) state of splitting headaches.

After fighting with the Licker and coming back to his senses, he found that the battlefield had unknowingly turned to the Thirteenth Carriage. In other words, if he let go of his hand at this moment, he might never be able to hold on to the train again.

"You seem to be very hard-working, do you want me to pull you?"

At this moment, the window of the carriage suddenly opened. The white hair of the train conductor stretched out from inside. His dark red pupils first glanced at Green, then looked at the licker who was nailed to the carriage by a giant sword and his head was beaten to pieces by the left/wheel/gun/. He scolded in a heartbreaking tone: "How can I kill and lick? licking is so cute. You are so cruel. And... I used to lick, and I like licking."

After saying that, he took out his eye drops and applied it to his eyes a few times, but the classic unruly smile completely betrayed his ugly gloating thought.

"...I can read this line even if I go. Are you a vixen from a stage play in which family?"

After complaining about this, Green reached out to the train conductor's hand and let him pull himself into the car.

"Chenhui 500 gold coins."

"You want to collect money!"

The gravity inside the car seemed to be out of sync with the outside of the car. When Green came in, the narrow space with a smell was no different from when the train was walking on the flat ground.

"Fortunately, Mr. Silk is a passenger with a negative IQ and will not vote for negative reviews. For the sake of you letting me see a good show, I will barely count you passing that level."

As he said this, the train leader thrust his mouth towards the alchemy screen on the table: "The progress of your friends doesn't seem to be very smooth. Now there are about 46 minutes left to the terminal. What are the next plans? Do you believe in your partner and challenge the 12th car by yourself. Or help your partner overcome the difficulties and then challenge the 12th together? Well, I'll say it clearly. I think it's better for you to accept your fate. Help me find a job that can live forever and get a salary and raise benefits at the end of the year. I'll give you no death!"

Who doesn’t want a job that is waiting to die? If there is really, you will have a share? By the way, how lazy is this person!

Green raised his dead fish eyes: "You can be a pickpocket. You can get things from afar, so it's not too easy to get a thief."

"...That, I stopped working a long time ago, and I made a big reputation at that time. From the 70s to the young young ladies, almost half a piece of women in the mainland would scream when they saw my majestic posture."

As if recalling something, the train conductor's mouth raised a beautiful arc: "Using the convenience of magic, I also built a castle that I stolen from them. Although the castle was burned by a hateful dead cat on the day it was covered. Not only that, the bastard also used the torture of not cooking and washing me and forcing me not to stuff soap into the crotch of princesses and saints of various countries. It was simply unreasonable!"

"..." Green's expression was numb.

This guy has a bad personality and is outrageous. He doesn't know where to complain. Not cooking and washing clothes for you is considered torture? Green thought about what would happen if Linda didn't do housework... Well, that's true.

By the way, do you dare to use the magical skills of stealing in more meaningful places? For example, emeralds on the king's crown or something.

I am a saint, and it seems that I am my job to eliminate harm to the people? Is there a big silver thief who is causing trouble in front of me. Can I kill him?

After all, if you really want to find a job that can earn a salary even if you die, you should find an organization to show your muscles. According to the nature of the Shuangshuang story, aren’t those powerful forces always lacking in offerings? How about you being an elder? Ensure that the protagonist will not kill you.

"The time limit is too short, so I can only try to believe them. Although the probability of survival is very low, neither me nor them have a choice."

Without wanting to talk about the brilliant achievements of the train commander, Green wisely changed the topic: "That mysterious passenger No. 12. Let me go and handle it alone."

"It's really stubborn, but... since you've decided so, I can't say anything. People always have to be responsible for their words and deeds. Don't blame me after you die." Sitting on the ground, the conductor took out a bag of melon seeds and started to sniff: "Boy, you'd better wipe your nose. The brain-burning skills are very deadly before getting used to it."

“…”

Green wiped his nose with his hand, and the faint red radiance of the palm made him a little stunned. He heard from Zeus and Poseidon, the saint seemed to be able to receive the blessings and protection of the gods.

Does it mean that the blood can glow? I don’t know if using a bottle to decorate it can save a lot of energy, and candles for lighting at night can also be saved.

Green didn't notice. The fucked train commander was staring at his blood and showing a contemplative look. The old fried dough stick who had lived for countless years had obviously noticed something.

Now that time is tight, Green hurried out of the Thirteenth Carriage. Although the train conductor's words revealed many doubts, it is not the time to ask him about this.

There are 46 minutes left... Is there really no time left, is it really time to stop the train?

Green expressed his doubts that in the current situation, it would be useless even if the train was blown up, right? Unless there is a way to stop the upside-down train.

Holding his hand on the door handle of the No. 12 car, the chill came again. Even before the door was opened, the passengers inside still expressed a terrifying murderous intent.

As far as sensory is concerned, passenger No. 12 is more difficult to deal with than Mr. Licking.

“…It’s true that you still need to prepare more.”

After a while of silence, Green suddenly took out his treasure bag and chucked it: "Put less fragmented bombs. Passengers can blow them at will, but their characteristics are very troublesome. What if you hurt yourself? Trepid bombs, smoke bombs, and stinky bombs, bring more of these. Flying knives are not very useful in fierce confrontations, and single-shot muskets are not good. Change all your body to a continuous-shot crossbow? It's better to pull the bow by yourself. It feels like the weapon is ready... Now look at the defense aspect, heart protection glasses, hard leather vests, leather boxers, well... it doesn't seem to be damaged, so there is no need to change it."

After replenishing the equipment on his body, Green immediately became confident. If the malicious guy No. 12 forced himself into a hurry, and he would spend a lot of money to buy it from the underground black market, the Hunter Guild specializes in hunting powerful monsters, and he has always been reluctant to use [Big Bomb G], which he can't kill.

Anyway, this train has been running, so don’t worry about the aftermath?

"Wait..." Just as Green was about to open the door, he suddenly realized something: "The guys inside clearly expressed malice. Why did I still walk in stupidly? Isn't this equivalent to putting my head in and letting that guy cut it?"

Sure enough, the preparations were not enough.

"Think about it carefully, the left and right have to do it, so why not create an environment that is beneficial to you? For example, setting up a series of blasting traps to eliminate its combat effectiveness or something."

"Although there is no condition to kill on the train, it should have little impact on the lightning/tube that detonates the explosives. As long as the direction of the blasting is controlled, hehehehe"

Just as Green began to arrange the explosives, the train poked his head out of the No. 13 car with blue veins on his face: "There is no flammable substance in the car, bastard, believe it or not, I will throw you out now?"

"Looking! Who told you to be a train conductor to ask for a lot of things? There are fifteen little red flowers from the motherland here! I am only nine years old this year! I haven't had enough fun yet! I don't want to die yet!"

"...I've been lying on the ground and rolling around, which is quite like my old style." Tickling his messy white hair, the conductor continued, "Just just now, I suddenly received the news that your little friend named Jack seems to be about to give birth. This is also a matter of life. Don't you go and join in the heat... take a look?"
Chapter completed!